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Relationship(s) :: Jinx + Calypso(slightly yandere)!Fem!Reader (romantic)
Genre :: Fluff! And LOTS, LOTTTSSS of angst.
Format :: Oneshot / story
Warnings :: spoilers for season 2 of Arcane, even more trauma than last time!!, death mentions, READER IS NOT CALYPSO - takes her place essentially, Reader leans towards being more yandere (possessive and obsessive over Jinx), Jinx still has some remaining feelings for Ekko, but eventually gives up once again, heavily inspired by Jorgeâs âLove In Paradiseâ + âNot Sorry For Loving Youâ, Reader is not toxic like Calypso in either of those songs! A bunch of time skips for a few, VERY LONG (I had to split this up into another part dude..), slight imitation to SH? Nothing explicitly stated
A/N :: AAA I actually am very surprised that âStuck In Paradiseâ (be sure to read it first! None of this will really make any sense if you donât read the first part of this!) kinda blew up! + all of the nice comments. TYSM GUYS FOR YOUR SUPPORT, GENUINELY. (I saw 1.9% of you say no btw đ¤¨). I hope this lives up to your expectations!! (W.C: 9.2k)
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The days and weeks slipped by in a surreal, dreamlike rhythm for Jinx and you, as if time itself had softened around the edges. Life had never felt this way before; unpredictable yet strangely comforting. You had long resigned yourself to solitude, believing youâd never see another human face again. The gods would probably be tired of seeing so many arrive on your island by pure coincidence and then immediately leaving once they had the chance to. They might as well have put another spell on your island so that nobody else wouldâve been able to end up here.
Isolation had become your norm. Your reality.
And then Jinx arrived, shattering that reality youâd become so used to.
She was different. The others who had stumbled upon this forsaken island before her had always left the moment they had gotten the opportunity by the gods themselves, abandoning you to your endless exile. They were fleeting, shadows passing through your life and leaving you to rot.
With one of those sailors? Youâd once gotten so attached. Too attached
And then they left youâŚ
Everyone who ever appeared on this island - besides yourself - disappeared within a few weeks.
But Jinx?
She stayed.
For the first time in what felt like forever, you had someone who cared for you.
Even in the loneliness of this place, you werenât truly alone anymore.
Over time, the two of you began to grow closer, spending hours together in quiet conversation or companionable silence. You were drawn to her sharp edges and fragile strength, and sheâthough unaccustomed to such thingsâfound herself drawn to your unwavering care. Jinx wasnât used to safety or protection. The idea of someone looking out for her was.. odd, almost unsettling.
But with you? She was beginning to understand what it felt like to be safe, to not have to look over her shoulder at every corner she turned due to the hostility of those living within the Undercity.
And for you, her presence was a revelation. You loved the sound of her voice, the unexpected humor that flickered through her words during such moments, and the way she slowly let down her guard. There was something healing in her company, something that made the world feel just a little less broken.
For now, the gods seemed to have turned their attention elsewhere, leaving you both in a rare state of peace. This was especially important to you, given the fact you would now be able to relax without their constant nagging or their interferences annoying you, you were free to simply beâto sit together by the fire, to explore the island, to share the small joys of this strange life youâd come to know.
You couldnât say what the future held, but for now, you had each other.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
.
"Pixie, you're doing it wrong," you said, trying to stifle your giggles as Jinx dangled a net precariously over the water.. and herself.
As for what you both were doing? Well, trying to catch fish! You wanted to create a meal with them eventually, but realized you had begun to run out. So, you told Jinx you were going to be out for a while and collect some fish - to which she ecstatically mentioned she wanted to come with you and try to catch some fish herself.
And how could you say no?
So, you let her tag along.
"What do you mean wrong??" Jinx shot back, mock offense dripping from her tone. She wobbled slightly, balancing on the rocks near the ocean. It's painfully clear that she never has done anything like this before in her life.
���You throw the net in, you pull it out. Boom, fish!â
You rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest
"Except the part where the fish actually stay in the net? You know, the most important part?â
"That's an unimportant detail,â Jinx muttered, grinning.
âHey, wanna see something cool I can do?!â With a sudden movement, she swung the net dramatically, trying to make some sort of cool entertainment for you (something that seemed like an attempt at a handstand)!- ...only for the net to snag on a rock behind her. The momentum of the action sent her sprawling backwards into the shallow water with a loud splash, causing some of the sand and most of the rocks to become wet.
You immediately gasped at the sight, filled with worry as your first thoughts were filled with those of âis she okay!?â âIs she hurt!?â.
Then, she sat up from where sheâd fallen, net surrounding her within the water as she spat out a bunch of water - almost like that of a waterfall.
This made your concern dissolve into laughter.
âOh, gods! Jinx, are you okay?" You managed to speak between fits of laughter, rushing closer to where the bluette fell.
Sitting up in the water, Jinx blinked, hair plastered to her face as she turned to look up at you.
"I'm just testing the water quality, obviously." She muttered, clearly salty about her failed trick. And you giggled a bit more about the entire ordeal before finally regaining your composure and clearing your throat.
You extended a hand to help her up, but it seems like Jinx had some other plans in mind for you!
With a mischievous grin, she yanked you into the water beside her.
"AA!! JINXX!" You squealed as the cold water soaked your clothes as you were splashed from the impact. You sat up, moving some hair out of your face before you quickly splashed Jinx in retaliation with a giggle, to which she happily returned with a splash towards you of her own.
By the end of the "fishing trip," you had caught exactly zero fish but had tears of laughter streaming down both of your faces.
You really should take her with you more to catch fish. Though, maybe focus more on the task?..
Nevertheless, you both eventually got out of the water, completely drenched from head to toe. But neither of you minded, given the stupid smiles plastered on both of your faces.
âIâll let you take a bath first. Iâll take care of your clothes.â You gently patted the damp hair atop Jinxâs head, to which she playfully scoffed at.
You didnât even notice before - but her hair had grown a bit from the first time youâd met her, her electric blue hair now reaching the base of her neck.
âYou want me to cut your hair soon?â You inquired on the walk back with her, dragging the net alongside you as she nodded, grinning ever so slightly. And for the rest of the walk back to the palace, you both let the comforting silence linger between the two of you.
The two of you should do this more often..
After returning from the fishing trip and ensuring Jinx was settled for her bath, you take her wet clothes along with your own upon changing into a robe to clean them so they are clean for the next morning while grabbing some of your own clean clothes: a pair for her and a pair for you.
Returning back to the parlor, you begin to fold up a clean set of your own clothes for her to wear, and as you do so - the memories of the evening bring a smile to your face. Jinxâs laughter, her grin, and the way she seemed so carefree during the trip.. itâs rare to see her like that.
You set the clothes you had grabbed for her on a small table outside the bathroom with a light knock on the door before retreating to the kitchen to give her privacy.
By the time Jinx emerges and finds you returning to the parlor, her damp hair towel-dried and her face flushed from the warm bath, youâre preparing your own turn to clean yourself off. Sheâs wearing your clothes that you prepped outside (which is similar to that of what you gave her when she first arrived here): an oversized shirt and some loose, comfortable shorts, looking surprisingly at ease despite the borrowed attire.
âThese are comfy,â she says, tugging at the fabric with a grin.
âThough. Iâm still the one with style.â She proudly proclaims, hands on her hips.
You laugh at her comment before turning on your heel to look at her.
âRight, because soaking wet and covered in sand is the pinnacle of fashion?â
Jinx sticks her tongue out at you in response before speaking up again.
âSays the one whoâll be looking like a prune after a bath!â She flops dramatically onto the couch, draping herself across it.
âYou better hurry up, Trinket. The nightâs still young, and Iâm not done hanging out with you yet.â
You giggle at her words for a moment before you slip away for your own bath, the warmth of the water washing away the chill of the evening and the lingering bits of sand stuck to your skin.
As you take your time, massaging the shampoo into your scalp, rubbing the conditioner in your hair - you find your thoughts drifting to Jinxâher laugh, her little playful banter with you, the way she seems so at home with you despite how chaotic she usually acts around you. Itâs oddly refreshing to see her in such a state.
Eventually, you finish cleaning yourself, draining the water from your bath and drying yourself upon getting out of the tub. You take your time to brush out your damp hair, change into the fresh clothes you had gotten for yourself, making sure you look at least decent before placing your robe on a small rack for later use.
Then, you return to the parlor, just to find Jinx sprawled across the couch, idly tinkering with some small gadget she mustâve grabbed from her stash.
The moment she sees you she perks up, fixing her position on the couch.
âTook you long enough!â she teased you, patting the spot next to her.
âCâmon, sit down. Iâm not gonna bite!â
â..much.â You roll your eyes at her comment but take the seat right next to her.
The quiet hum of the room settling over you both. The late-night air is cool, and the faint sounds of the trees slightly swaying from side to side to the gentle breeze is a comforting sound youâd long gotten accustomed to listening for.
And when you least expect it (given sheâs never done anything like this before) â Jinx leans her head against your shoulder.
âSo,â she says after a moment, her voice softer now.
âToday was fun. Stupid, messy, and fishless, but fun.â
You smile as a small giggle leaves your mouth, resting your head lightly against hers.
âYeah, it was. We should do it again sometime.â
âDefinitely,â she murmurs, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm. (You cannot deny the heat warming your cheeks, and the way your heart skips a beat).
âBut next time, Iâm catching something. Iâm not letting those fish laugh at me again.â You chuckle softly at her little comment before closing your eyes as the two of you sit in comfortable silence.
The night stretches on, peaceful and easy, as if the world outside doesnât exist for a little while.
Right now?
Itâs just you and Jinx.
Though youâll have to rest shortly, you can take some time to simply relax with the person you care most about.
Jinx was utterly spent.
The day had been physically demanding, given from the few inventions she had begun in the morning, to helping you clean around the palace, to the fishing trip outside.
But even with all of the exhaustion.. it was still strangely peaceful.
For a fleeting moment, she almost forgot about the chaos and pain of her past.
Almost.
When she returned to her room, she slumped onto the bed without much thought. Her eyelids felt heavy, but sleep was a complicated thing for her.
The echoes of past memories, the ones sheâd never fully escaped, and even the simple fact that she barely ever even got sleep when she was working under Silco or him.
Those memories always lingered just on the edge of her consciousness. It was always hard to tell if theyâd leave her be or drag her into nightmares.
Tonight, though, her body gave in quicker than her mind could protest. She drifted off in an awkward position: one arm dangling off the bed, legs tangled together, and her head tilted at an angle that would definitely give her a sore neck in the morning.
However.. you were there, no?
You slowly peeked into Jinxâs room.
You hesitated in the doorway, biting your bottom lip, debating with yourself whether you should go in. Itâs invasive and incredibly weirdâ but.. you just need to make sure sheâs safe. Your heart raced as it always did when you checked on Jinx, a habit youâve grown.
Youâve gotten too attached to the bluette to allow anything horrible to happen to her, so youâve made it a routine to check in on her every so often. Most times after she had fallen asleep. On those nights where she hadnât rested still for whatever reason, you made your nighttime visits clear to her as you just worried about her well being.
Of course you never told her you did it every night, you simply told her it was because you could clearly hear her being restless - which thankfully convinced her.
You felt bad about lying to her.. but it felt weird enough that you were doing this.
Stepping inside, you made sure your footsteps were gentle and quiet so as to not alarm Jinx. The soft glow of moonlight spilling in from the window illuminating Jinxâs peaceful but slightly uncomfortable looking form.
Seeing the bluette sprawled out, you couldnât help but let a soft chuckle escape past your lips.
How does she even manage to sleep like that?
Finally making your way over to the side of the bed, you knelt beside the bed, carefully lifting Jinxâs arm and tucking it back onto the mattress. You also adjusted Jinxâs legs so they were more relaxed and less twisted.
Of courseânot in a violating or weird way, as uncouth as these actions might seem. Youâre doing it to make her comfortable! Not to be a creep!
And finally, you slowly pulled the extra blanket over Jinx.
The entire time, your heart swelled with an overwhelming tenderness upon seeing the sight. Seeing the chaotic woman youâd grown so fond of finally relaxed and asleep.
Though once Jinx was tucked in, you couldnât bring yourself to leave immediately.
So, you lingered at the edge of the bed, your eyes tracing the lines of Jinxâs face. The bluette looked so peaceful in sleep, so vulnerable and far removed from the sharp edges and guarded demeanor she carried when awake, especially when sheâd first arrived here on Ogygia. She seemed so harsh, so on guard twenty-four seven!
But could you blame her? Of course not.
Nearly everyone who came before her was exactly the same.
Though just as you had begun thinking of a multitude of other things â thereâs something that got you out of your thoughts: upon closer inspection, Jinx had a stray piece of hair covering her face in a rather.. odd way. It was almost going into her mouth.
âŚ
You hesitated before leaning closer, your fingers trembling as you brushed the stray piece of hair behind her ear and away from Jinxâs face.
However, as you did so - the bluette shifted slightly.
Oh gods, was she going to wake up!? Was she going to see you here acting like some sort of stalker!?
Your breath hitched, adrenaline coursing through you until â
..she didnât wake.
You let out a relieved sigh upon figuring out she was simply stirring within her sleep, your fingers lingering near Jinxâs cheek for just a moment longer than necessary.
Then before you finally decided to leave, you whispered softly, almost too quiet to be heard, even by yourself.
âI wonât let anything happen to you⌠I promise.â
Finally, you stood, your eyes lingering on Jinx one last time before you turned and slipped out of the room.
You closed the door silently behind you and pressed your back against it, exhaling deeply.
Your heart was pounding, but there was a strange, bittersweet comfort in this late night ritual of yours.
You knew you were becoming too attached to her. You knew this wasnât entirely normal. But at the same time, you couldnât stop yourself. Jinx had become her whole worldâand you were terrified of losing that world of yours once again.
You wouldnât let that happen.
..
"Iâm telling you, this is gonna be the best sandcastle," Jinx declared, crouching down low to pat a misshapen lump of sand into shape once more, grinning with delight at her creation.
You, seated a few feet away and meticulously crafting spires and arches, glanced over at Jinxâs work. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing at the bluette. Itâs not you being rude! Itâs just⌠you cannot tell what she's even making anymore. She started off decent at the beginning of your little trip here - to which she suggested in the first place, and it now⌠kinda collapsed!
"Uh-huh. And what exactly is that supposed to be?" You inquired, raising an eyebrow before returning to look down at your sandcastle, fixing every little detail as meticulously as possible.
This is a lot more fun than youâd anticipated..
After all, you were once so focused on wallowing within your sorrow, never finding the time to genuinely appreciate any of the fun activities you could have here on the island. I mean, you were trapped here - why would you ever want to get comfortable with your surroundings if you were here unwillingly and hated every minute of it?
But with Jinx around?
It definitely makes it worth it..
"Itâs a fortress, obviously!" Jinx replied indignantly at your inquiry as if it was some sort of offense, gesturing at the uneven walls.
âGotta be ready for a sand invasion."
You shook your head before looking down at your own sandcastle, trying to hide your smile from the bluette.
"Well, I hope your fortress is sturdy, because my castle is going to outshine it in every way."
"Oh, itâs a competition now?" Jinxâs eyes sparkled with mischief as she grabbed a handful of wet sand and launched it in your direction. It splattered harmlessly against the ground near you!
"Jinx!" You gasped, pretending to be scandalized by the sudden bold action of the woman. You eventually retaliated with your own handful of sand, carefully aiming so it landed just shy of Jinxâs leg. Of course, just because you didnât want to get her dirty once again, nor did you want to get dirty with sand. That stuff is horrible to get out! (Though, you probably wonât be able to avoid that)
The "sandcastle competition" quickly devolved into a full-blown sand fight, both of you laughing so hard you both could barely breathe as you launched sand ball after sand ball of each other, even getting up from where you were seated and rushing around the shore of the beach of your island.
When you both finally collapsed in the sand, covered in grit and panting from laughter, you glanced over at Jinx, your expression softening at the sight of her being so happy.
It filled your chest with a warm, fuzzy feeling that never seemed to truly go away. Hell, every time you saw her it would fill your chest with that odd feeling, one you could not figure out for the life of you.
But.. it wasnât unwelcome.
"Youâre trouble," you said, brushing a stray strand of hair from the bluetteâs face.
"Yeah," Jinx replied, grinning up at the sky.
"But you like it."
You could stay like this forever..
Later on upon cleaning each other up from the small sand fight the both of you had - you found yourselves simply sitting together on the cliff near the palace, letting the rhythm of the waves surrounding the island and the chirping of the birds fluttering on fill the silence.
Jinx leaned against your shoulder as the two of you watched the sunset. The warm hues of orange and pink bathed the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach. Your heart definitely skipped a couple of beats, warmth spreading to your cheeks as you tried to remain calm in this situation.
For once? She seemed completely at peace.
You didnât dare move of course, afraid that even the smallest shift might disturb the moment. So instead, you let your gaze drift over Jinxâs profile, your heart beating a little faster than usual.
"Do you ever think about whatâs out there?" Jinx asked suddenly, her voice soft.
"Out where?" You replied, tilting your head slightly.
"Out there," Jinx repeated, gesturing vaguely toward the horizon of your island.
"The people, the places. Everything I left behind."
Your expression grew somber at the mention, turning your gaze to look back over the horizon.
You havenât left this island for so long, youâve forgotten what itâs like out there. So many things have changed, but this little island of yours stayed the same, unchanging until Jinx arrived.
âDo you regret it?"
Jinx was quiet for a long moment, seemingly thinking about your words.
âSometimes. I think about my sister, Violet orâ Vi. About how I left her to scream and cry.â
"And then other times, I think about Ekko. About what couldâve been."
She let out a small, bitter laugh.
âBut then I think about how itâd all probably go wrong anyway."
You reached out, hesitating for just a moment before placing your hand gently over Jinxâs.
"You donât have to run from it, you know." You turned your head once more, gazing down at Jinx as she rested upon your shoulder.
Then, Jinx turned to look at you, your faces closer than either of you realized.
âAnd what about you? You donât run from anything?"
Your smile was faint but tinged with sadness.
"Iâve been running for a long time." You let out a small giggle, trying to make light out of the dark situation.
Your gazes lingered, unspoken words wishing to be said. But before either of you could say anything more, Jinx leaned back, breaking the moment.
â..Iâm gonna go inside.â
And then she finally arose from the spot on the cliff before walking off, leaving to your lonesome once more.
As the days blended into weeks, and you found yourself tethered to Jinx in ways that⌠terrified you as much as they comforted you.
At first, it was innocentâa lingering glance here, a brush of your fingers there. But soon, it became something more consuming, an ache that twisted in your chest every time Jinx so much as wandered out of sight. (You donât understand this. You hate it, but you love it because it makes you.. happy).
During the day, you were never far from Jinxâs side. Wherever Jinx went, you followed, often under the pretense of needing to âcheck on her.â Whether it was a quiet walk along the shoreline or a shared meal, your presence was a constant.
You insisted on carrying Jinxâs tools when she tinkered, your hands brushing against Jinxâs at every opportunity. You lingered in every hug that Jinx had finally submitted to, holding on just a little too long, your fingers tightening as if letting go might cause Jinx to vanish.
And at night? The same ritual would happen as you remembered. You tiptoed to Jinxâs room, your bare feet silent against the cool flooring of your palace. Youâd push the door open just enough to peek inside, your gaze softening at the sight of Jinx sprawled out on the bed, her breathing deep and even.
You couldnât help yourself.
Youâd creep closer, your fingertips brushing a stray lock of blue hair from Jinxâs face, or even simply just fixing her position on the bed so she would be more comfortable and not have a horrible ache within her neck. Your heart would flutter at the faintest smile that graced the sleeping womanâs lips. Satisfied, you would then retreat to your own room, but sleep never came easily after.
The worry, the need to ensure Jinx was still there, always tugged at your mind.
So many have left you, hurt you, vanished before your very eyes due to the powers of the gods above as they cursed you for everything youâd done. Cursed you to this island.
But not this time.
Jinx will stay. Youâre SURE of it!
Not only that: but hand-holding became as natural as breathing, your own fingers always lacing through Jinxâs whenever you both walked together. Jinx didnât seem to mindâin fact, she seemed to enjoy the closeness!
The idea of Jinx leaving was unbearable. You couldnât stop replaying the memory of Jinxâs arrival, the way your heart had soared for the first time in a century. Youâd been so alone for so long, her only companions being the unchanging skies, the shining sun, and the whispering wind. Everyone left you, abandoned you to nothing because they HATED you. Hated you for what youâd done, for everything you had done.
Your fear of being alone forever became overwhelming after the last being had left your little island over a few years ago.
Now?
Jinx has become your entire world.
âYou okay there, trinket?â Jinxâs voice broke through your thoughts.
âHm?â You blinked, realizing youâd been staring at Jinx for far too long.
âYouâve been quiet today,â Jinx teased, a smirk tugging at her lips.
âUsually, youâre fussing over me by now.â
âHey! Iâm not fussing,â you stammered, furrowing your brows.
âIâm just⌠making sure youâre okay. You have a horrible tendency to get hurt, you know!â
Jinx chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair.
âYou worry too much, trinket. Iâm not going anywhere.â
The words were meant to reassure, but they struck you like a dagger.
The promise of permanence felt fragile, like glass that could shatter at the slightest touch. And you would not let that happen. Not now, not ever.
âI know,â you murmured, your voice barely audible.
But the fear remained within you, gnawing at your mind non-stop.
As the days after passed, your behavior only intensified. You found yourself tracing Jinxâs movements, memorizing the way her hair caught the sunlight, the sound of her laugh, the curve of her smile. You cataloged every detail, desperate to hold onto the pieces of Jinx that made you feel alive.
Your need for Jinxâs presence grew insatiable, and while Jinx didnât seem to noticeâor perhaps didnât mind, and you began to feel the weight of your own desperation. It wasnât fair to Jinx, this suffocating need to keep her close, but you couldnât stop yourself. After all, how could you, when Jinx was the only light in a world that had been so dark for so long? When everyone had chosen to leave you upon hearing the godâs messengers give them the opportunity.
Yet this woman didnât.
She never left you!!
So, why wouldnât you grow overprotective?
And as you sat together while watching the sunset, you couldnât resist resting your head on Jinxâs shoulder, like sheâd done a while ago. Your heart pounded as you felt Jinx relax into the gesture, her warmth seeping into your skin.
âThanks for sticking with me, Pixie,â you whispered, your voice soft.
Jinxâs breath hitched. She wanted to say something, to confess the depths of her feelings, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she simply tightened her grip on your hand, praying that the moment wouldnât end.
But deep down, she knew that she couldnât keep living in fear. Something would have to give: whether it was her unspoken feelings or the fragile balance of your relationship.
This has become out of control.
Youâve become insane, havenât you??
I mean- at first, Jinx didnât even notice the depth of your little obsession. Sheâd connect the clinginess as an endearing gesture, even comforting. A gesture that you were fully trusting her now. Jinx had always been starved for affection herself, and your constant attention felt like it was healing her own wounds.
But as your behavior worsened, Jinx.. began to feel smothered.
The amount of you can recount that youâd stepped out of line made you feel sick the more you thought about it.
Like, even though this was unintentional, you had begun to subtly discourage Jinx from exploring the island on her own. Every time Jinx suggested going off by herself, you'd find excuses to tag along or subtly guilt-trip convince her into staying.
âI thought we could spend the day together. Arenât I enough company?â
Your nightly checks had grown more intrusive. Instead of just brushing Jinxâs hair aside and leaving like you used to do, youâd linger, sitting by her bedside for hours, watching her sleep to ensure she was âsafe.â
And as your behavior escalated, the thoughts of what you were doing became overwhelming, as you had become hyper aware of the fact that this was in fact becoming out of your control, how your clinginess worsened, everything.
You feel powerless. Too powerless to stop yourself.
Your loneliness and fear of abandonmentârooted in those centuries of isolation.. they only feed into your cycle.
Youâd begun suppressing your emotions around the woman, sabotaging her independence, panicking at any separation.
And she finally picked up on all of it.
Though at first, Jinx didnât not notice the depth of your obsession. Your constant attention felt like it was healing her own wounds.
But as your behavior worsened, Jinx had begun to feel smothered.
âYouâve been acting kinda weird lately, angel,â Jinx said, a playful lilt in her voice as you two sat together. She threw a pebble toward the water, watching it skip.
âYâknow, you donât have to stick to me like glue. Iâm not going anywhere, so you can chill.â
Your laugh came a little too quickly, a little too forced.
âIâm just looking out for you, Pixie.â
Jinx raised an eyebrow, side-eyeing you at your response.
âYeah, but looking out and hovering are two different things.â
You brushed the concern away with a soft smile, changing the subject almost instantly. Jinx let it go that day, but the unease lingered. She was used to people being interested in her, fascinated even (I mean with the Jinxers and all).
But this? This was starting to feel different.
And as days turned into weeks once more, and your behavior didnât just persistâit grew.
You were always there: waiting by the door when Jinx left her room, hovering close whenever Jinx tinkered with something, insisting on being around for every little thing.
It didnât take long for Jinxâs patience to wear thin.
âWhy do you always have to hover?â Jinx snapped one day, her voice sharp with irritation. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground, pieces of a broken gadget sprawled before her. You were kneeling far too close, watching her hands move.
You flinched at the sudden question.
âI just want to help youââ
âI donât need help!â Jinx interrupted, throwing her arms up.
âYou think I canât handle myself? âCause I can. Been doing it my whole life!â
The words were harsh, sharper than Jinx intended, but they hit their mark. Your expression faltered, guilt clouding your features as you took a hesitant step back.
Jinx, although frustrated, rubbed the back of her neck, trying to keep her temper in check. She shouldnât lash out at you like that.. Youâll learn to back off.
âI get it, okay? You care. But, trinket⌠youâve gotta let me breathe.â
The silence that followed felt heavy, as neither of you said anything after that.
But still, you were once again staring down at her hands while Jinx grumbled to herself and returned to her work.
And despite her frustration, Jinx wasnât blind. She saw the way your expression tightened when she walked out of the room, the hollow look that sometimes flickered across your face when you thought no one was watching. And as much as Jinx hated feeling stifled, she couldnât ignore the pain driving your actions.
One night, after another particularly tense day for the both of you, Jinx finally confronted you. You both were sitting by the fireplace within the parlor, embers crackling. And as she had begun to speak, her tone softened.
âLook, Iâm not going anywhere, okay?â she said quietly, drawing your attention. The goddess, or you, had been staring into the flames, lost in thought.
âBut youâve gotta stop acting like Iâm gonna vanish the second you blink. Iâm not some dream youâre gonna wake up from, angel.â
Your lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. Your hands trembled slightly in your lap as you shifted a bit, averting your gaze.
âI get it,â Jinx continued, her voice steadier now.
âYouâve been alone for a long time⌠and youâre scared. But this? This isnât how it works.â She looked at you, even if you couldnât see it - she couldnât help the way her expression was softening even further.
âYou donât gotta hold me so tight to keep me around. Iâm not going anywhere without a reason.â
You nodded faintly as your eyes returned to look her in the eyes, even with how uncomfortable it was.
But the look in YOUR eyes told Jinx that the message hadnât fully landed.
But the real breaking point of this entire thing?
God, how did that even start again..
It was a couple days later when Jinx decided to venture off alone, desperate for some time to herself. Sheâd left early, without telling you where she was going.
And by the time she returned hours later?
She found you in a state of panic, your eyes wide and frantic.
When you noticed her, you immediately rushed over to her and gripped her shoulders, checking her to see if she had any injuries or anything out of the ordinary.
âWhere were you?!â You demanded, your voice quivering with equal parts anger and desperation.
Jinx blinked, caught off guard at your sudden harsh tone.
âWhatâs your deal? I just went for a walk.â
âYou didnât say anything! You were goneâI didnât know if something happened to you!â Your voice cracked, your usual calm composure slipping entirely. Itâs like you were entirely different..
You are different however, arenât you?
âI told you, I canât lose you!â
Jinxâs temper finally flared at those last words you spoke, scoffing in response.
âLose me?! Iâm not some possession you can just keep tabs on all day!â Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.
âI canât breathe with you around all the time! You say you care about me, but this isnât careâitâs control!â
The words hit you like a physical blow. Bleeding out right in the pouring cold rain as it had once before.
You took a step back, tears already streaming down your face as you stared at her, arms wrapping yourself as a failed attempt to make yourself feel comforted.
âIâm sorry!â you choked out, your voice broken.
âI just⌠I canât lose you! Youâre all I have, Jinx. You donât understand, youâre everything to me! You changed everything for me!â
Jinx faltered, caught between anger and guilt. Your desperation was raw, real, and heartbreaking.
But Jinx couldnât ignore how suffocating it had become.
âThis isnât healthy,â Jinx said, quieter now but firm.
âYou canât live like this. And you canât make me the only thing youâve got.â
You almost instantly crumpled under the weight of Jinxâs words, retreating into yourself as you sobbed quietly. Jinx watched you, torn between frustration and empathy, unsure of how to fix what had shattered between the two of you you.
â..Iâm sorry.â
And with that, you immediately rushed out of the palace from the door that Jinx had walked in from, never stopping for a second as she called out for you. You ran for as long as you could, never stopping for a second until you had collapsed to the ground from how long you had ran.
For as small as this island may seem, youâre somewhat shocked at how big it seemed as you ran through the forest, feet aching.
Eventually, you settled on resting on the forest floor, refusing to return to the palace.
Who would want to be there with a monster such as yourself?
Maybe the gods should just keep you locked up in a cage, where you could never harm anyone ever again.
In the days that followed, your absence was palpable. You withdrew entirely from being a part of Jinxâs life, ashamed of your own behavior and terrified that youâd ruined everything. You refused to eat, refused to even sleep some nights. Even with how tempting the idea of returning back to the palace seemed, you restrained yourself - reminded of what had happened days prior.
And so you remained on the island, simply lingering around anywhere where Jinx couldnât find you (for the most part).
Sheâd seen your hair a few times, but when she had called out for you once more? You vanished.
As if you were never there to begin with.
Jinx couldnât shake the memory of your desperation. She knew what loneliness felt like: what it meant to cling to something, anything, to keep yourself from drowning.
Itâs because of that youâd become like this..
You were so kind, so calm and caring before. But this corruption had already sunk its claws into you, forcing you to anxiety and insecurity.
And eventually, Jinx sought you out.
She found you sitting alone at the edge of the beach, staring out at the endless horizon with your knees close to your chest.
Jinx sat beside you, the silence stretching between you both.
âCome to berate me?â You muttered, voice tired and wavering.
âWhat?â
âYouâre justified for doing so.. I just⌠I donât even know anymore. I canât even apologize normally anymore because of these stupid feelings.â You buried your face into your knees, tears threatening to form within the corners of your eyes.
âIâm so sorry. You never deserved that, and yet I did it anyway. Iâve forgotten what itâs like to be a normal being, havenât I? Being banished here, no human interaction for so long..â Jinx stared at you for a long moment before sighing, averting her gaze.
And then, she spoke.
âYâknow, it doesnât have to be like this.â
You didnât respond, but Jinx pressed on.
âYouâre more than just⌠whatever you think you are to me. Youâve got this place, this life as a goddess. You donât need to hang everything on me.â
You raised your head and turned it head slightly, your eyes red and tired.
âBut what if you leave?..â
Jinx let out a small, almost bitter laugh.
âYeah, well⌠you ainât gettinâ rid of me that easy.â She nudged tour shoulder gently, her tone softening.
âBut you gotta trust me. And more than that, you gotta trust yourself. Youâre stronger than you think, trinket. You donât need to hold me so tight to know Iâm here.â
You didnât reply right away, but something in your core shifted. It wasnât immediate, and it wouldnât be easy, but it was a start.
That feeling of hope once more.
Hope that youâd felt with her alone once again.
For both of you.
The rain pattered lightly against the palace windows, the warm air inside a comforting contrast to the storm outside. You moved through the halls, a plate of Jinx's favorite meal in your hands. Your expression was bright, softened by the anticipation of Jinx's reaction. You both had gotten on better terms once more, figuring out what to do so it couldnât get so bad.
Of course, you still had a few issues to work through still.. but you were willing to do so for her!
"Pixie!" You called out with a cheerful lilt, your voice echoing down the corridor as you finally made it to the bluetteâs room.
No response.
Your smile faltered slightly, but you continued forward nonetheless, pushing open the door to her room. You could see that Jinx was hunched over her desk, her posture stiff as she fidgeted with some new contraption she was working on. You felt your smile return, feeling more calm by understanding that she was busy and not ignoring purposefully.
You know she has quite the tendency to get lost within her work, focusing entirely on it and NOTHING else!
Quickly, you cleared your throat and approached the woman.
"Pixie? Are you alright? I brought you some foodâ"
"Get out."
The words were sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. You almost immediately froze in place, blinking in disbelief at the sudden harsh tone.
"Pardon?.." You asked softly, your voice tinged with more confusion than anything.
Jinx turned to face you, her eyes wild, her voice louder now.
âI said, get OUT! Are you deaf?!"
Your hands trembled at how she spoke to you, confused and concerned of what was going on. Carefully, you set the plate down on a nearby table before immediately returning your attention to the woman, determined to figure out what was causing all of this.
"Pixie⌠What's going on? Why are you actingââ
Before you could even finish, Jinxâs hand lashed out. The slap was swift and cold, and the worse part? She slapped you with what you KNEW was the hand with that metal finger of hers. The stinging against your cheek felt like it was burning, and the sound echoed in the room, followed by a silence so deafening it felt like everything just stopped in time.
You just stood there, stunned, one hand slowly rising to touch the tender skin of your cheek. Your wide eyes locked onto Jinx, who looked equally horrified, as though she couldnât believe what sheâd just done to you.
Your lips parted to speak, but no words came. And so instead, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door closing behind you with a soft click.
The days that followed were heavy with unspoken words. Jinx and you had barely exchanged a GLANCE since the incident, hell - barely even being in the same room together!! Jinx claimed she didnât remember saying those things, but as for you⌠you werenât sure anymore. Perhaps it was all part of the godsâ plan; to drive a wedge between you two, to make you suffer, as they always had.
So when they came to you in the middle of the night as you were at the beach, coming to tell you the most devastating news of your life. You havenât slept all night after hearing them either..
And so now youâre here at the beach once more, your back against a jagged rock, your feet brushing the cold stone path. In your hand, you twirled a blue flower, its delicate petals soft and fresh. You sighed, your chest tightening as you heard the faint clinking of metal tools nearby.
Peeking out from behind the rock, you saw Jinx tinkering with another bomb. The sight made your heart ache. Her hands moved deftly, but there was a tension in her posture, a stiffness that reminded you of that very day.
You stood, clutching the flower tightly to gather the courage before you made your way toward Jinx. The sound of your footsteps were nearly drowned out by the rhythmic crashing of the waves.
âSomeone arrived today,â you said with a blank tone, standing a little to Jinxâs right.
Jinx froze, her hands pausing mid-motion. You quickly continued.
âThey said theyâre taking you away⌠âthat youâre not mine to saveâ.â You stepped closer, your voice trembling ever so slightly as you spoke.
âAnd soon I wonât get to see your face.â
With a delicate carefulness, you placed the blue flower behind Jinxâs ear, your fingers brushing against her hair as though you were handling the most fragile piece of glass in the world.
âSo I came by to say: Youâre unlike anyone I have ever known.â Her hand lingered near Jinxâs shoulder for a moment longer than needed, before pulling away.
âBecause youâre all Iâve ever known.â
Tears brimmed in your eyes as you took a step back, wrapping your arms around yourself.
âThe ones before you refused to tell me anything, refused to trust me. I knew nothing but their faces.â You elaborated, taking a deep breath afterwards.
âAnd if I pushed you, or if I came on too strong at any time, or if I ambushed you⌠for that, Iâll say I was wrong.â Your voice cracked, though you continued.
âAnd if you hate me..â the words came out like poison, bitter and sharp as the taste lingered on your tongue, tears threatening to spill.
â..then I am sorry for that, I truly am. But Iâm not sorry for loving you.â
âTrinket..â Jinxâs voice was quiet, almost just that of a whisper, but you cut her off with a raised hand.
âLet me speak!â You cried out, raising your voice.
âI spent my whole life here! I was cast away when I was young. Alone for a hundred years! I had no friends but the sky and sun!â Your voice cracked as memories of your past flooded her mind. The years you spent alone, your freedom being taken away from you, watching all of your kind being murdered - your own father killed before you. Being forced to even participate in a war you never wished to..
âSo when you washed ashore⌠I thought for sure that you were my dream come true. I thought I knewâŚâ You paused, thinking about your next words.
âI donât even know anymore.. that youâd like me? But I guess I didnât, did I? That I was too foolish to think that? Huh?â
You turned sharply, your tone cold.
âSo I guess this is goodbye, Jinx. I hope youâre happy⌠after all, youâll never see me again.â
You began to walk away, tears streaming down your cheeks. You canât watch her being taken away. As much as she hurt you, you just canât.
âTrinket, wait!â Jinxâs voice was doused with desperation â but just as Jinx reaches where you had been moments ago, you were gone. Fading into some sort of mist like an unreachable dream.
The ocean wind whips around her, carrying the faint echoes of your words, reminiscing around as if to taunt her further about the crushing reality that is her future.
And she stands there, not knowing what to do.
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early christmas ⢠rintarou s.
synopsis: you get an early christmas gift from your boyfriend and love it beyond no end, timeskip!suna x fem!reader, christmas time, fluff, short fic
âYou've been on that thing forever, at this rate youâre likely to forget me soon.â Rin deadpanned, almost regretting buying that damned thing for you.
Almost.
He could see how happy it made you, especially now that when he got on the game with his friends, you werenât completely lonely with your new switch lite.
Of course, Christmas was coming up but with being stuck in the house for days due to snow and not being able to make it to work, he knew the best solution for his dear girlfriend.
He watched carefully as you concentrated on digging perfect holes to place trees in, your face was definitely one to remember. He loved seeing your joy filled face as you explained the animal crossing terms to him, even though he'd probably forget half of them within the next hour.
"Uhh, nuh uh." you retorted, not even looking up at him from where he was standing. After Rintarou surprised you with an early Christmas present, even though the big day was less than a week away, you could not stop playing. It was like an excitement that was slowly becoming an addiction.
You took your nintendo lite with you everywhere, to the bathroom when taking long, relaxing baths, to the bar in the kitchen where you both eat breakfast.
And even so far as playing it in public during downtime if you both were able to leave the house. You loved every minute of your new game console, especially since it was in your favorite color too.
However, Suna had to draw some lines when you pulled an all-nighter playing your game because you 'just had to get something done'.
"I think it's mostly your fault though, you let me open it early, so." you trailed off, sticking your tongue out wherever you thought he was from your peripheral.
Your eyes stuck to your little character as she ran around the plaza trying to talk with every villager. You couldnât help but to get so happy when you saw the Christmas decorations around your island. As well as hounding on your game for so long, day and night, you were able to make lots of progress.
You barely noticed that Suna sat down beside you on the king sized bed, his PS5 left on and if you really paid attention, you could hear his friends calling for him.
"Love, at least give me a kiss before you leave off into the island of Y/n." he joked, you tore your eyes away from the screen and started to feel bad in the way that you were ignoring your boyfriend.
"I'm sorry Rinnie, I just really love the game, but I'll be sure to take breaks and spend actual quality time with you." you promised, saving and putting your game console away.
The relief basically melted off of Suna, now he finally understands the other side of the story when he used to not pay enough attention to you when gaming.
"Thanks, love." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, relishing in the fact that he could taste the leftover dark chocolate crumbs on your lips from when you snack as you play.
"You're such an angel, you know that right? My angel." he couldn't help the smile that broke out across his face when you laughed and rolled your eyes. You were such the purest sight ever to him, this is what he missed. Of course he loves when you have an enjoyable hobby but physical contact was so much better in his opinion.
"Want to ditch the games for the rest of the night and watch a Christmas movie with me?" you giggled into his black sweatshirt, it smelling of his fancy body wash that you gifted him as a 'just because' gift.
"Obviously, anything to spend more time with you love." he hopped up, turning off his own gaming console and sending a text to his group chat before lounging with you in bed.
After a small discussion on which streaming service, you both finally decided on Hulu to watch Elf.
As the movie played and the lights were dimmed in the bedroom, you got sentimental, watching Rintarouâs handsome features being lit up by the movie.
"You know, I'm really grateful for my gift. I love it." you said quietly, hiding your face even though you both have been together for almost four years now.
He squeezed you tighter to him, loving your small confession, his heart felt unbearably warm at the act.
"I'm glad love, only the best for you." he kissed your temple knowing that his small confession would ring true when he got the balls to get the ring box out of his sock drawer and pop the question.
But for now, he smiled and watched your reactions to the movie, wondering how he got so lucky.Â
a/n: hihi! i've been obsessed with animal crossing lately, so sorry i've been inactive!! i hope you enjoy, and requests are open! <3
#haikyuu x reader#hq fluff#haikyuu fluff#kodzu indulges!#kodzu girl blogging#kodzu writing#hq x reader#kodzu fics#hq x you#haikyuu x you#suna rintarĹ#suna rintarou#suna x reader#sunaookami shiroko#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro haikyuu#haikyuu suna#haikyuu time skip#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x y/n#hq suna
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YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S THE THING â [ wc: 1.7k. college au. fluff-ish? ] nothing cute about uni life. nothing to romanticize about pulling off all-nighters. unless... ?
now that i think about this is the first miguel fic i've written that's not adjacent with spiderverse canon world-building wise đ¤ also kinda silly of me to write a college fic when i'm not even in college so be warned i'll sound probably like a dumbass but hope you guys enjoy anyway!
7:23PM in the evening. Twenty hours until your essay was due.
The blonded hues of the setting sun reflected onto your laptopâs screen, currently open with a completely blank Google Document and nary a draft or outline in sight. As the ice in your half-empty coffee had almost thoroughly melted, you realized that you were completely fucked.
Originally, there was a study group that you were intended on joining somewhere at the start of the week. Hell, you guys shared Notion calendars and made an entire group chat. Only when you courageously sent a message last night asking for a rain check on the plans, you were left on read and down one-hundred dignity points.
Thatâs how you ended up here, waiting for the adrenaline from the impending deadline to set in. The condensation from your drink wets your palm uncomfortably as you take a sad, bitter sip. Someone could be writing a story about your defeat, writing a ten-page analysis about it, and submitting it at least three days before the deadline like a normal person with a sense of urgency.
When you shut your laptop and concede to the pressure, Miguel walks in to your shared dorm. With thick textbooks and an open backpack slung over one of his shoulders, he pauses at the sight of you. âI thought youâd be out.â
The reminder that your group abandoned you sours your mood even more, you tersely reply: âThey ghosted me.â
âOh,â Miguel tries to sound sympathetic, but itâs obvious that heâs also struggling with a final of some kind with how he ushers all of his belongings to the table youâre currently occupying. Heâs told you before that he rarely ever joins study groups, which makes sense. Youâve noticed heâs self-reliant and efficient to an almost terrifying degree when it comes to his academics, awake at ungodly hours of the night to pinch the highest grade that there is. If anything, itâs more likely that heâll offer to tutor other people.
âWhatâs on your roster for tonight? Iâve got an essay,â You swiftly put on your document tab again, motivated by how heâs already flipping through his books and copying down notes on his tablet. God, you wished you could just start studying like that.
âFinal tomorrow, havenât started reviewing yet. I basically spent the last two days at the lab for my other final.â Heâs writing at a speed that should be considered superhuman, all while heâs answering your pesky questions.
You donât want to move to another spot, because it would seem rude. Not like his presence is unwelcome, his studiousness just makes you really, really envious. Also the fact that both of you are majoring in completely different subjects.
Majoring in Arts in Literature, while he majors in Genetic Engineering can cause difficulty whenever explaining plans to each other. Miguel puts in the effort to not confuse you with the STEM jargon while you try not to ramble about your current readings and explaining your interpretations of them to someone else instead of writing them down on paper to, you know, submit.
Either way, it hasnât caused any big miscommunications with being so different and all. You hope he doesnât mind you beginning to working with him too, as you shyly type a thesis statement into your assignment. Another sip of your coffee, sounds of Miguel scrawling, and you think you may be ready to take this assignment head-on.
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12:40AM into the night. Fifteen hours until your essay is due.
Shockingly enough, you were able to finish three pages out of five. The grammar so far is probably going to drag you down by fifteen points and you usually send it to your friends to proofread, but it clearly isnât an option given what time of the day it is right now. Itâs still a lot better than the end you saw for yourself when you were left dangling on the edge of failure by your study group.
The caffeine had completely worn off by now, and your coffee had been drained somewhere around an hour ago. When that happens, you usually start to get antsy and itâs even harder to keep the momentum going and when that happens, you take a break and go for a walk or something.
Which is what youâre about to do, as you stand up, but you realize that Miguel is sitting still as a statue in front of one of his books and his eyes scan the words on the page, over and over again. You canât tell if heâs also losing focus or if heâs knee-deep in focus.
âMiguel,â He sighs when you call his name and the noise makes you wince, fearing that youâve upset him. âUhm, Iâm going to take a walk. Do you wanna come with?â
Itâs an offer that you thought for sure he wasnât going to take.
What you donât expect however is for him to slam his reading shut, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose before getting up from his seat. With a huff of, âSure.â
âOh- we can go for a coffee run if thatâs what you want. I donât think I can sleep tonight.â
âOk. Me neither.â
âGreat, thatâs- thatâs great.â
~
Both of you stew in the (semi) comfortable silence as you make the trek from your dorm room and out to the expanse of the campus.
You realize how brisk a walk can become with Miguel considering how abnormally tall he is. Granted, you recognize his subtle effort to slow down for you when he notices how winded you got after only five minutes on the way to the gas station.
Itâs a new height that youâve reached with him, not like you never wanted to grow closer with him or anything. He is your roommate after all, so it only makes sense. Although despite your love for reading that has fender-bendered into a Literature degree in the making, you were never too great at reading people. Miguel is one of the hardest people to read considering his outward stoicism, and both of you being naturally introverted didnât help at all.
Still, this was the perfect time in your life to make new friends and life-lasting connections. Besides you would also consider yourself pretty pathetic if you wouldnât be able to make a new one out of your roommate, A.K.A someone who is confined to a room with you for a whole school year. Literally no other choice but to do so.
You wonder if he feels the same way too, but asking each other of your first impressions is a conversation that is really only befitting for people that have been together for years. A status that you have no idea that youâll ever achieve with him someday.
Though you are quickly broken out of your kind of depressing spiral when Miguel opens the door to the store for you, with a muttered âthank youâ you behold the fluorescent lights and hint of smoke. The walk to the coffee machine is instinctive, and you pluck a bag of spicy chips from the shelf on the way. Miguel follows suit, only he picks a bag of pretzels and a pack of gum.
The dispenser chokes out a splatter of coffee into your plastic cup and you flinch at the noise, Miguel spares you a glance but goes back to fidgeting with the pointed edges of his pretzel bag.
âSo, whatâs your final about?â Itâs a stupid question being completely transparent, but fuck it. Youâre bored, and the silence only gets more uncomfortable the longer both of you keep quiet.
âGenetic inheritance, the traits passed down from a parent onto a child. That kind of thing,â He muses. âAnd you?â
âOh, Les Miserables essay. Five pages total.â
âLong book, and long film.â
Your cup is nearly on the tip of overflowing so you quickly slide it out and put one under for Miguel. âYeah, I had to do a re-read because itâs been a while. I only finished around two days ago and I started it again at the beginning of the month.â
He gives you an honest chuckle, you take it and you think youâll remember the sound forever. âOne of my, uh, friends sat me down to watch the movie. Fell asleep halfway through, but I do remember it being decent in the parts that I was awake.â
âWell if I can find a totally legal recording of the stage play, maybe that would pique your interest more.â
When you look up at him, he smiles and it might be the happiest youâve seen him ever since becoming acquainted with each other. Itâs not a lot, but you feel over the moon over a small talk about your stupid essay.
âŚYour stupid essay!
You cut the moment short by haphazardly closing the lids on both of your coffees, you hand it to Miguel who starts to emanate your hurried energy and the walk back to your dorm is very swift.
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Morning. Some time before your essay is due.
That is what you can assume anyway, the sun is back and its rays peek at you from the gaps in the blinds. Your hair is a frazzled mess as you lift your head off of the pillow which is perched up against the armrest on the sofa, the blanket on top of you shifts, and this was also⌠definitely not where you fell asleep last night.
You were expecting neck and back pain, along with a mild headache once you woke up. As you came to the sloppy completion of your work, you called it a night, slammed your laptop shut, and decided to just sleep right then and there. Doing your night routine and getting into bed would simply be too much time and work when you probably wouldnât even be getting that much rest anyway.
Thereâs a fresh glass of water on the coffee table and a sticky note from Miguel, who you could only assume was the one who put you here.
âHad to head out early for my exam. Good luck with your essay, thereâs food on the counter.â
You slump back into your makeshift bed and pull out your phone from your back pocket, thereâs still seven hours until your essay is due and you only need around two for revisions.
Maybe you could sleep in just a little longer, dream about conversations that will never happen, cafe dates that never come to be. But after last night, rather earlier this morning, those odds shift in your favor.
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I... I don't think that's quite my style...
#i need a screenshot tag#aether and anatomy#rowan argentas#urianger#urianger x wol#ryne#tee hee#i loved this scene from star trek so much#and the caption for pigeon's birthday screens used riker's smooth lines#and yeah this scene goes on for longer but this was a project for after work and stuff#ALSO DID YOU KNOW THAT 'MAY' IS A REALLY FUCKED UP VERB IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE?#wiktionary calls it a defective verb#also 'might' is the past form of it#they didn't say past tense which makes me more confused#but that's probably due to the fact that it's at the end of the week and stuff when i'm scheduling this
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historically accurate trip to clifton's cafeteria!!!
[progress shots under the readmore]
#em draws stuff#SEND HIS ASS TO THE CLIFTONâS CAFETERIA!#I have been working on this image for More Than A Week and I feel like it has taken years off my life :]#look sometimes you get possessed by enthusiasm about fun comics you read and also nostalgia for bizarre novelty restaurants#due to the fact that clifton's no longer exists I cannot go there. but I can send the blorbos there by force if I so choose.#there's just something about old southern california restaurants with strange gimmicks and themes. take me away to there.#since I am very proud of this I will be using the full proper tags just this one single time [lying through my teeth]#swapping my usual format so thereâs not just an absolute deluge of organizational stuff right off the bat#I think I said that the madness would probably go away soon but as you see that has not been the case (it's only gotten worse)#this is the most people Iâve put in a picture since I donât know when#actually after a quick look-see through my files this might very well be the most people Iâve put in a picture Ever#the madness will do that to ya I guess. also the sheer raw cliftonâs energy.#(altho' I got so tired in the end that about half the background is a very crunchy photo of The Real Clifton's...)#this is why my header is what it currently is and also why I posted that horrid 70s jello drink a week ago#many thanks are owed to jon dxppercxdxver for chatting with me about outfits and drink orders and such!#this is fanart for the weirder forefather of a rainforest cafe just as much as it is fanart for a videojame#I do not know what the typical tagging etiquette for this is but by golly I'm going to guess#clifton's cafeteria#team fortress 2#spy tf2#engineer tf2#soldier tf2#sniper tf2#demoman tf2#medic tf2#heavy tf2#pyro tf2#miss pauling#scout tf2#why yes I am tagging clifton's Like It Is The Piece of Media. what of it.
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Cant believe I forgot how much of a true komaeda fan I actually am. love that twink more than words.
#replaying danganronpa was such a good choice on my end this past week. god idc what anyone else says its peak kino in my eyes#while trigger happy havoc is the one that truly owns my dick due to nostalgia factor (since the somethingawful fanlation days... ahh~)#ultra despair girls is probably my overall favorite#sdr2 is real close behind it though. i just ever so slightly prefer the gameplay of UDG. the stories? i like em equally#v3 is the one i have harsher opinions about but that may partially be clouded by my experience in that fandom#and the fact that as of the last time i played it? didnt really like the cast as much as any of the previous games.
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Daily Log 7
Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.
Activities: Finished all of the little things I carved out of avocado pits, will maybe post pictures at some point? I painted some sections (like for the eye I carved, I made part of it white for contrast, etc.) and then generally glazed them with some shiny paint stuff. Now I really wish I had more avocado pits, I was unsure at first, but I have some new ideas.. I want to try inlaying stones like I've seen in some pictures, similar to the same ones I use for eyes in my sculptures. >:3 (random google image example of the stones inside, like this sort of thing V)
Low effort/small house cleaning tasks, did a few dishes, put up laundry, organized things, put up the recycling, paid bills, etc.
Still extremely sleepy and unfocused, it was hot last night and the cats woke me up multiple times so I only got a few hours of sleep and barely had any energy to do anything and also had a headache and back pain a lot of the day. ToT
Finally made an appointment I was supposed to make like 4 days ago lol..
Gave wet food to the cats (this is an ordeal because George eats way faster than Noodle, so I have to separate them and stand guard so George doesn't vacuum his up immediately then run over and try to eat all of his brothers food.. evil boy must be watched to prevent his crimes )
Edited videos for like.. 15 minutes but still have not been very productive on that front (or editing costume photos or anything) due to shoulder pain and stuff making it hard to type/use mouse much on the computer. grrbbb >:V
Spent 10 minutes looking up a weird pendant I had in my rock collection area and found out it's an old piece of costume jewelry from the 60s(?) and could be worth like $200 potentially, which is cool. I'm not sure if I'll sell it though because I do think it's quite unique and good for a prop when making wizard character inventories, etc, and I'd never be able to find anything like it again (it's this one below.. it's very weird.. looks like something a mage would have lol)
Translated the tapestry text for 5 minutes, and got out some tubs of clothes to start organizing them to sell outfits and stuff online, but then felt ill and had to go lay down so now the tubs are just sitting out on the floor ghgh..
Notable sights: It rained a bit and the sky was very pretty at one point. Didn't get to go outside today due to schedule/low energy, so no clovers or anything. Saw a fat squirrel out the window once though. Also when I was looking through my "rock collection" (which also includes marbles, dice, pieces of glass, stones, gems, rubber balls, seashells, smooth wood, jewelry scraps, etc. ggh.. really more "shiny things collection" but it's mostly rocks, so) for interesting stones to possibly put into avocado pits in the future, I saw a lot of pretty rocks I hadn't thought about in a while, so that was nice.
Goals moving forward: Focus on social activities, finding new friends in the places I want to move, communicating with ones I have. Physical therapy exercises. Finish and upload videos, edit costume pictures & etc. Do the new costumes I've planned. MAKE SCULPTURES at some point, I miss them.
Notable foods: Nothing really.. but it's an asparagus day tomorrow I think so.. >:)c hehehehe... Oh, I did try a bite of corn, which I really really love corn but am not supposed to have it on my diet. The miniscule morsel was sufficiently cherished. Still craving hearty stuff despite resuming my iron supplements lol..
#just posting these publicly since it feels more like I'm doing something or easier to hold yourself accountable if you make public#declarations of goals and progress or etc. .. perhaps.. for now#just want to do worldbuilding I want to work on the language I want to do these sorts of things#furstrating to just walk around in a haze all day unable to focus on mental tasks like that#One of the most important things in my entire life actually is being able to think about little elves and magic and etc.#annoying to have multiple days in a row where I make very little progress on that aside from thinking of a few little story#ideas or something here and there. I should have had the text translated already and finished the worldbuilding slideshow#already and made a game set in my world already and so on and so forth.. grr#There's another upcoming heatwave again and summer is soon so I think it will only get worsw#the more often I feel warm and sick or cant sleep due to the temperature etc.#But I am trying to catch up somehow.. a little.. lol#I think it's very common to feel like you're not making enough progress in life on the things that matter the most to you#especially during capitalism and with low income and mental/physical health issues and during a still ongoing pandemic#threat and etc. etc. etc. like.. Logically I get it and I know it's not something to be too worked up over because that's just how#probably half of the population feels at all times especially people who are in similar situations to me#but still.. my brain is like Yes i know the facts of the situation No i do not care#if someone else came to me like 'ough Im feeling so unproductive for xyz reason' I'd reassure them and talk about how#it's situational and a lot of people feel that way and it's the system we live in and blah blah#but when it's ME it's like.. No.. This Situation Is Different Of Course. Surely It Is Much More Terrible#If You Haven't Finished Your Entire ToDo List By The End Of The Week Then The World Will Explode#ANYWAY..#daily log
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if there's one thing i hate more than slackers in group projects its goddamn hypocrites
#this guy did jack shit for two full weeks when we're building the damn prototype#but STILL brought up the fact that most of our team blew off a report till the last minute in the beginning of march#*prototypes don't work* âsEe tHis iS wHy wE nEedEd tO hAvE a cOnvErsaTioN aBouT MS3â#like hon you lost the rights to the ây'all need to contribute moreâ argument the moment you left me hanging for 2-3 FUCKING WEEKS#like excuuuuuse me you been prioritizing extra curriculars all week get off your high horse stop lecturing everyone else about contribution#he made maybe 3 contributions? maybe?#first he 3D modeled an adapter and sent it to someone else to print (couldn't even do THAT himself smh)#then he sent the gc a sketch of an idea i roughly proposed literally the NIGHT BEFORE as his own contribution (that I ENDED UP BUILDING#then he...screwed on a few pipe fittings and called it a project :)#would be a LOT less pissed if he didn't show up to One Thing outside weekly team meetings/class#then apologize for slacking off BUT then launch into a FUCKING SPEECH ABOUT HOW HIM BEING HERE PROVES HIS COMMITTMENT#all because he DOESN'T LIKE GETTING UP EARLY. like sir. sir i am rIGHT FUCKING HERE. i was up till 4-5am working on this stfu#we've been building for three weeks and he's come into work on stuff wo me there ONCE for an HOUR#for context id spent about fifteen hours in the shop alone working on the fucking thing that WEEK#like im trying to be understanding ik tech week is hell#but i took âstepping backâ as âi only have a few hours here and there to be in the shop and will do the writeupsâ#NOT âwon't show up outside meetings AND we're splitting slides and writeups 80/20â#like id been in the lab all fuckin day and notice we have an assignment due (missed a SINGLE meeting due to exam)#and i ask him if theres anything i can do (and im thinking like look it over maybe add a spec or two)#and this fucker has the AUDACITY to ask me to write the full four paragraph summary cause he#*checks notes* copy-pasted some specs from milestone 3 so of COURSE its only fair that despite the fact I've been in the lab ALL DAY#that i write the four fuckin paragraphs too#course we're troubleshooting and he's like âdid you clean the pump? did you disassemble it and rinse it?â like yes???#i did EVERYTHING i could think of before i even bothered texting you cause i know you're fucking useless#and then he raises fifteen different concerns which while valid would have been NICE TO HEAR WHEN I SENT YOU MY INITIAL DESIGNS#y'know BEFORE i spent over fifteen hours of my free time building this damn thing#with slackers i just pick up the work and move on with my life this idiot is trying to gaslight me into thinking that he contributed fairly#when i heard âi need to step back due to play stuffâ i thought we'd be splitting it like 65:35 NOT FUCKING 95:5#and now hes probably going to give ME a poor peer review because I've been passive aggressive with him in the few meetings he showed up to#like i got shit going on too? how the fuck does he expect me to respond to being abandoned to do this shit myself
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OFF LIMITS â rafe cameron ÂĄ (03)
social media & irl AU !
pairing brother's best friend!rafe cameron x brat!reader summary you slide into a random boy's dms on instagram, anything but expecting him to end up being your brother's best friend, let alone the person you'll be spending your summer vacation with. while resisting Rafe and his lingering gazes was an option, you found yourself in the constant loop of crossing the line; said line being your brother. ch content sexual jokes, rafe being a sweetheart( & an idiot) !
NAVIGATION. series masterlist | 02 ÂĄ 03 ÂĄ 04
The past week was beyond perfect, you knew something bad was occuring, whether you liked it or not. Unlike what you had in mind, the trip was fun, with you and Sarah attached at the hip, doing everything you missed out on for the past two years.
You partied a decent amount, had a lot of dates and dinners, with Rafe and Ryan third wheeling, of course. And that's besides the beach errands you ran at least twice a day. However, that all came crashing down when you got your period, falling into a state of apathy the moment you discovered you were on it.Â
It was bearable at first, you still hung out with the rest, sunbathing while they surfed, sat to the side when they cooked, but your cramps had other plans, ruining your day when you no longer could tolerate the pain, leading to no good. You locked yourself in your room, isolating yourself from everyone else, immediately brushing off their attempts to allure you out.
It was that bad, even Sarah chose to keep her distance, giving you space, fully aware of your mood swings when it came to dealing with your period cramps. The blonde did everything in her power to keep you comfortable, only reaching out to you when it was necessary, and to that, you were grateful, because Ryan on the other hand, was behaving like a total bitch.Â
And well, Rafe was sweet. He was clueless, yet, he knew you were feeling under the weather, offering to take over your tasks when Rysn forced you to do chores. You had to keep reminiscing over the fact that this was a mere joke, and that heâs off limits, hence heâs your brotherâs best friend.Â
But how could you? Rafe was an angel, everything you looked for in a guy, and while itâs only been a bit over a week since youâve met him, the subtle gazes you exchanged did nothing but create a giddy mess out of you.Â
You forced yourself out of bed, body drenched with sweat due to the thick hoodie hugging your figure. You approached the bathroom, with the intent of freshening up, eternally grateful it was connected to your room.Â
With a groan, you reached for the wood cabinets, unlatching them with a swift movement. You reached for the container of spare pads you had brought, heart sinking to your stomach when nothing came within your reach, indicating you were out. That only added to your pent up frustration, letting out a cry as you tossed the box in the trash.Â
Those were supposed to last you a week, yet, here you were, out on the second day of your period. Usually, your cycle wasnât on the heavy side, that it completely went past your mind to bring more, just in case it was one of those days.Â
Your parents were nowhere in sight when you called out for them, implying that they werenât home. You had no choice but to reach out to Ryan, contemplating whether it was a good idea with how whiny he was, a good chance heâll probably refuse.
Therefore, it was no surprise when you knocked and called out his name, receiving no response in return. You rolled your eyes, erupting through the door, instantly regretting the gesture as you came to a halt, spotting none other than Rafe on Ryanâs bed, with your brother nowhere in sight.Â
Rafe was accompanied with his phone, laying flat on his chest, his bare back glowing under the sunlight peeking through the window blinds. You grew flustered to the sight, forcing your eyes away from the latter when he perked up, conscious of your presence mere inches away.
A low hum bubbled out of Rafeâs throat, stretching his arms over his head as he tossed his phone to the side, now facing in your direction. He flashed you a tight-lipped smile, seeking his shirt with his gaze, not wanting to put you in an awkward situation with the state he was in.Â
Right, he was shirtless, it was rude of you to come in without knocking, especially now, as your gaze burned holes through his skin, too hazed to pull your eyes away from his broad torso. How could you, when his chest was out on display, the view inviting, so there, it left you no choice but to stare?
âSorry,â you muttered through a breath, clenching the hem of your hoodie in between your fingers. âI didnât know youâd be in here, I thought Ryan was ignorinâ me.âÂ
âItâs okay,â Rafe reassured, throwing his shirt over his head. âRyanâs not here, heâs been gone since this morning.âÂ
âRight,â you nodded, his absence skipping over your head. âIâll leave you to it, then.â
âDo you need anything?â Rafe interrupted your plan of exiting, causing your hand to halt around the doorknob.Â
âItâs nothing,â you brushed off his concerns with a polite smile, âJusâ wanted to grab a few things, since the fridge is empty.âÂ
âOkay,â Rafe shot back, springing out of his seat. âLetâs go.âÂ
âWait, what?â Your eyes slightly widened, taken aback by his suggestion.Â
âDo you not want to go?â He playfully poked back, strolling past you, your eyes following his figure, landing where he stood against the railing. âIâll take you.âÂ
âYou donât have to!â You instantly refused, hands waving in front of your chest. âIâll just wait until heâs back, itâs no big dealââ
âDonât be stubborn,â Rafe chimed back, his footsteps echoing through your ears, observing as he walked down the stairs. He looked over his shoulder, merely to glimpse in your direction. âIâll wait for you downstairs, come down when youâre ready.âÂ
Rafe left you no choice but to do as he said, throwing on a decent outfit before heading downstaits, and making your way outside. The latter already had the engine started, his door slightly open, with the hum of the radio playing in the background. He perked up when you approached the car, tossing his phone in the cup holder. Rafe watched as you got in, quickly clicking your seatbelt on, so you donât delay your leave any longer.Â
The drive to the grocery store stretched with comfortable silence, atmosphere heavy with tension you both chose not to address, letting it seep through the whole ride. You let out a sigh of relief you didnât know you were holding, exiting the car as soon as Rafe was parked.Â
Rafe followed in your steps, attempting to catch up with you through the somewhat cramped space. It was a good grocery run, quick yet filled with chaos, as Rafe stacked the cart with unnecessary things that you knew would go unnoticed, only getting acknowledged once theyâre past the due date.Â
Despite your desperate need for pads; the whole purpose of this errand, your embarrassment took over everytime you circled around the aisle, eyeing it while you tried to come up with a good excuse for you to grab them, feighing the boyâs presence, who was growing suspicious because of how anxious you were.Â
Rafe could only handle so much, halting when you hit your third round in the âhygiene care aisleâ, the gesture earning a puzzled expression out of you. You turned in the boyâs direction, breath knocking out of your chest when you caught him observing the various type of pads displayed on the shelves.
âWhich one do you want?â He questioned, hand landing on a random brand, one youâve never heard of before. âThis one?â â
He knew. The realization made your cheeks flush with heat, feeling it crawl past your neck, and settle across your face, your bewildered expression failing to hide your embarrassment. Usually, you were very vocal about your needs, you donât get why it was hard to voice out what you wanted, especially in Rafeâs presence.Â
Whether itâs you being nervous, or embarrassed, either way frustrated you, making you even more confused than you already were.Â
âWhat?â You choked out, tensning from where you stood.Â
âDo you not use that one?â He questioned, eyebrows furrowing with confusion. He clicked his teeth, observing each one, until he pointed at another brand. âHow about this one? I heard itâs a good brand.â
âYou heard?â You repeated, your voice filled with disbelief. âIâ listen, Rafe, I donât need them, letâs jusâ leave.âÂ
âWho are you fooling here?â He scoffed, slightly teasing with his tone. âYou clearly need them, this is the third time weâve come through this section, it canât be for no reason.â
You hated that he was right, his statement making you even more flustered, creating a mess out of you in front of him. You cleared your throat, striving to come up with an excuse that will get you out of this situation, merely to result with nothing in return.Â
âItâs not for me,â shit, âSarah said she needed pads, itâs not something I could bring up, since you insisted on tagging along.â
âMhm,â Rafe hummed, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, not convinced by your explanation. âNow tell me, which one do you use?âÂ
âIâm serious!â You exclaimed, abashed by his teasing.Â
âSorry, I mean, which one does Sarah use?â He corrected, chest swelling with pride with his words were getting to you, affecting you whole as you stumbled to mutter a coherent sentence out. âNow hurry, we donât have all day.âÂ
âOh, shush.â You rolled your eyes, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. âDonât rush me.â
You paused for a second, snorting when you noticed him reaching for his phone, for the mere purpose of searching the brand he has in hand, his curiosity getting the best of him. You snatched it from his hold, placing it back on the shelf, the action earning a puzzled look out of the boy.Â
âWhat was that for?â He started, voice so soft, that you almost felt guilty for interfering.Â
âItâs not a good brand,â you reasoned, reaching for the one you always used. âThis one is, though.âÂ
âYeah?â Rafe questioned, his lips smudging with a cocky grin. âDoes Sarah use it?âÂ
âShe does,â you choked out, tossing the box of pads in the cart, completely avoiding Rafeâs gaze. âLetâs leave before it gets dark outside.âÂ
Rafe made sure to grab a few more boxes from the brand you had chosen, throwing them in the cart along with the other stuff you brought. You both stood in line, having gotten everything you wanted, merely needing to check out, and then youâd be ready to go.
There wasnât plenty of people in front of you, relieved once you eventually reached your turn. Rafe was kind enough to do all the heavy work, handing the stuff for the cashier to check them out, insisting you let him do it when you offered a helping hand.Â
The lady assisting you grinned, catching sight of all the chocolate bars and essentials displayed in front of her, mind travelling elsewhere at the sight of you two. Rafe stood next to you once he was done, flashing the lady a polite smile, one she swiftly returned.Â
âYouâre quite the gentleman, arenât you?â She started, her voice earning your attention, as well as Rafeâs, whose knuckles hovered over yours, the fraction sending shivers down your spine. âTaking care of your girlfriend while sheâs ill; not a lot of men do that.â
Her words made you stop in your tracks, the assumptions causing your eyes to widen with shock. Your lips parted to speak, striving to correct the lady, action falling short when Rafe beat you to it, the words he mumbled next causing your breath to hitch.Â
âArenât I the sweetest?â He cooed, slinging his arm around your shoulder, then applying enough pressure to bring you close to his chest, now fully tangled in his hold. âIsnât that right, girlfriend?âÂ
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You whispered through gritted teeth, just loud enough for Rafe to hear you.Â
He cocked his head to the side, flashing you a look that almost melted you in the spot, his attempt to get you to go along with the bit totally working, even if it was a low blow. You stiffened under his touch, turning back to the lady, who was admiring you two with so much endearment, you felt guilty confronting her about the situation.Â
This is not something your brotherâs best friend should do; pretend youâre his girlfriend out in public, well aware Ryan would be against it. Hell, if Ryan was there, Rafe would be knocked out on the floor, as you were painfully aware of how protective your brother truly was, especially when it came to his friends.Â
Youâve had a few of his friends hit on you, and that, it didnât end quite well, with him cutting them off the moment they crossed the line. You didnât want that to happen with Rafe, knowing how much Ryan cherished their friendship. Therefore, you didnât wanna come in between them, ruin the last ounce of hope Ryan was holding onto, even if your emotions got in the way.Â
The sensation of Rafeâs arm sliding down your waist pulled you out of your head, tensing under the boy when his hand landed just above your hip, his breath fanning over the sliver of skin around your neck not being of much help. And when you thought it couldnât get any worse, it did, with the latter leaning forward, and placing a chaste peck to your temple.Â
His lips burned against your flesh, skin hot on yours, that the moment he withdrew from the touch, you felt the world stop around you, mind too hazy to comprehend the gesture. You stole a glance over your shoulder, instantly fixing your gaze back on the lady when you caught him already staring at you, not failing to hide the smug smile spread across his face.Â
A sigh of relief escaped your throat when Rafe reached for his wallet, the action creating somewhat of a distance between you two, one you desperately seeked. He handed the lady his card, humming to himself as he punched in his code number, clicking his teeth when it went through, verifying he was done.Â
âHave a great day.â The lady mumbled, handing Rafe the receipt, with the boy contently accepting it.Â
âYou too,â He forced a smile across his face, pausing before he continued his sentence. âSheâs actually my sister, by the way.âÂ
The lady was taken aback by his response, pausing in her spot. She watched Rafe strolling away, turning back to you, as you were just as shocked as she was, frozen where you stood.Â
âLetâs go, girlfriend.â He tugs your wrist, instantly interwhing your fingers with his.Â
The walk to the car was silence, the warmness of Rafeâs hand radiating heat through your flesh, the sensation accompanying your head, along with what just happened, the situation shocking you to your core. You felt guilty for the butterflies seeping through your stomach, aware that Rafe was messing around, and that this was nothing you should contemplate about, as he was nothing more than your brotherâs best friend.Â
Rafe let go of your hand, walking around the car, and opening the trunk to throw the stuff inside. He handled them with ease, putting the cart back in the parking area, making sure to be quick with his action. By the time he was back, you were already inside the car, holding back until he took your side to speak.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â You muttered, watching as Rafe started the car, attention fixing on the rearview mirror while he drove out of the parking lot, the hand stretching out to the passenger seat doing things to you.Â
âWhat?â He chuckled, manspreading as he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position.Â
âFirst, you pretend Iâm your girlfriend,â you frowned, a look of disbelief displayed on your face. âThen you proceed to tell her Iâm your sister?!â
âCâmon,â he stifled out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear. âYou have to admit, it was funny.âÂ
âIt wasnât!â You snorted, rolling your eyes as you relaxed back in your seat, focusing your attention on the road.
âIt replaced the frown on your face,â he reasoned, âYou canât tell me it didnât work.âÂ
That was alone to have you melting, shutting you up right in the spot. The next few minutes filled with silence, background music echoing through your ears as you leaned your head against the window, enjoying the ride back with the dim darkness seeping through.Â
And you were so close to falling asleep, your plan going interrupted when Rafe approached the Airnbnb, parking the car in the drive through once you were there. You sat up, an exhausted sigh bubbling out of your throat as you stretched your arms over your head.Â
Rafe grabbed the bags from the trunk, catching up with you once he retrieved everything. You swiftly unlocked the door for him, the gesture earning a grateful smile out of the boy.Â
âDid you have fun, girlfriend?â Rafe teased, head turning in your direction.Â
âOh my god, shut up!â Your pupils dilated with disbelief, taken aback by his question. âCan you not? What if someone hears you?âÂ
âHear what?âÂ
A familiar voice erupted through your ears, causing you to freeze in your spot. You leisurely turned in the noiseâs direction, immediately catching sight of Ryan, who was seated around the table, with food splattered in front of him.Â
Your throat instantly ran dry, caught off guard by your brotherâs presence, mere inches away from where you stood. Your gaze shifted to Rafe as he came in view, walking past you to approach Ryan.Â
He put the bags on the counter, dabbing Ryan up before he made himself comfortable next to the latter. Ryan whined with complaints, grumbling when Rafe stole a fry from his plate, protesting to the latter eating his food.Â
âGuess what,â Rafe muffled, swallowing down the food in his mouth. He pointed in your direction, Ryanâs gaze following his finger, until it landed on you. âI took my girlfriend grocery shopping.âÂ
Ryan almost choked on the food he stuffed in his mouth, swiftly turning his head in Rafeâs direction, nearly breaking his neck with the gesture. His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, growing irritated by the smug expression spread across his best friendâs face.Â
As for you, you were just as shocked as Ryan was, not expecting Rafe to mention the situation so casually, not in front of Ryan, thatâs for sure.Â
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â Ryan barely managed to speak.Â
âWhat?â Rafe tilted his head to the side, gaze shifting back to you. âSheâs my girl.âÂ
âFuck off, Rafe.â Ryan defensively shot back, âAre you fucking messing with me?âÂ
âHe is,â you beat Rafe to responding, afraid something might break out if the latter continued teasing your brother any further. âThe lady assumed he was my boyfriend, and he will not shut up about it.âÂ
That earns a giggle out of Rafe, far too amused to acknowledge the fuming boy from beside him, slightly less mad at the explanation you offered him.
They spent the next few minutes bickering, with you technically third wheeling on the side. Rolling your eyes, you took your leave, making sure to grab the bag of pads before you strolled up the stairs, with the intentions of approaching Sarahâs room.Â
Fortunately, her door was slightly ajjared, the sight of Sarah sprawled across the bed filling the majority of your view. You knocked on the door, peaking your head through to earn the girlâs attention, successfully doing so as she glanced over, gasping when she spotted you.Â
âBug!â She chimed, her excitement a silent invitation for you to enter.Â
âHi,â you flashed her a smile, instantly embracing the girl in a hug once she was within your reach. âI missed you.âÂ
âMe too,â she muttered, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. âWhere were you?! âHavenât seen you all day.â
âI went grocery shopping with Rafe.â You casually responded, your answer earning a scuff out of Sarah.Â
âI knew it!â She pulled back, rolling her eyes with a hint of annoyance. âIs that why you both randomly disappeared?âÂ
âI guess,â you pursed your lips into a thin line, suppressing the smile forming on your lips. âIt was an emergency, he insisted on taking me, though I was planning on going with Ryan.âÂ
Sarah nodded with understandment, eyes trailing to the bag in your hand, instantly catching on to what you meant.Â
âI did lie, though.â You confessed, nose scrunching with shame.Â
âAbout what?â Sarah chuckled, perking with interest.Â
âI said they were for you,â your eyes forced shut, âIâm sorry, okay? He put me in the spot, that was the only thing I could come up with!âÂ
âNo, thatâsââ Sarahâs sentence was interrupted by the burst of giggles erupting out of her throat, unable to contain her laughter for any longer. âThatâs totally valid.â
âWhy are you laughing, then?!â You chimed in on her laughter, lightly slapping her shoulder.Â
âIâm telling you Bug,â Sarah started, suppressing her chuckles. âHeâs not buying that.âÂ
âYouâre making it worse!â You groaned into your hands, falling back on her bed, now faced with the ceiling. âI canât even face him, you should see the stunt he pulled on me in the store.âÂ
âOh, that doesnât sound goodâŚâ she trailed off, waiting for you to continue.Â
âWell, we were checking out, then this cashier said he was a gentleman, blah blah blah, she assumed I was his girlfriend, and he sort of went along with it?â You explained, face flushing with heat as you reminisced back on the memory, recalling the feeling of his lips brushing over your temple. âHe was acting like an idiot, going all âarenât I the sweetest, girlfriend?â The lady totally believed it! And guess what, Sarah?!â
âWhat?!â Sarah almost gasped, curiosity getting the best of her.Â
âHe fucking kissed me!â
At that, an audible gasp escaped Sarahâs throat, shock displaying across her face as her hand came up to cover her parted mouth.Â
âNo fucking way!â She whisper-yelled, repeatedly slapping your arm with excitement. âWas it on likeâ you knowââ
âNo!â You clarified, growing flustered due to her assumption. âHe kissed my temple, barely even a kiss, but it still happened.â
âYou know, I was so invested, I forgot he was my brother.â Sarah mumbled, her statement easing the awkward tension seeping through. âThatâs crazyâ I mean, not to be weird or anything, but Rafeâs never this touchy with anyone, he sucks at showing affection, especially in public.âÂ
âDonât say that,â you started, feeling your pulse quicken over her words. âIâm barely holding back as is.âÂ
âShut up!â Sarah scoffed, âBut Iâm serious, Iâve received a lot of complaints from his past girlfriends about that, Iâm surprised heâd pull something like this, with you, of all people.â
âArenât you supposed to be against this?!â You rolled your eyes, covering how flustered you were with fake annoyance. âWhy are you encouraging it?â
âI mean, itâs not like I can stop you two from liking each other,â she cocked her head to the side, voice tinted with hope. âBesides, Iâll be happy with any decision that you make, as long as you donât get hurt, of course!âÂ
âSarah,â your lips formed into a pout, not expecting her supportive words, though they drove you over the edge, with the forming crush sparkling through your heart. âStop, why are you so sweet?âÂ
âOh, come on, I've always been sweet to you.â She cooed, cupping your face with her hands. âNow stop acting sappy, and go freshen up so we can watch a movie.âÂ
âFine!â You mumbled, chuckling when Sarah pecked your forehead, the sensation like feathers on your skin. âThat tickles!âÂ
âItâs a goodbyeâs kiss!â She exclaimed, joining in on your giggles. âI know youâll take long to shower.â
âIâll be fast.â You replied, getting up from Sarahâs bed, the gesture earning groans of protest from the girl.Â
You barely managed to escape Sarahâs grip, walking back to your room. A hint of confusion washed over your voice, noticing the way your door cracked half way through, when you couldâve sworn you shut it before you left.Â
The frown on your face was instantly replaced with a smile as you caught sight of the snacks spread across your bed, along with a heating pad on the side, the familiar chocolate bars unveiling the identity of the person who sprawled these out for you.Â
Your eyebrows curled at the sight of the cyan pink sticky note just above the heating pad, growing intrigued as you reached out to grab it, the smile on your face spreading into a foolish grin once you read what was written on it.Â
I know itâs not much, but I hope you feel better, girlfriend ;) - r
Your heart skipped a beat at the note, feeling heat crawl past your neck, until it settled on your face. It wouldn't hurt to thank him for this, right? Itâs not like you were making a move on him, your action a mere return for his act of kindness, nothing more.Â
So you did, slightly hesitating as you exited your room, with the purpose of searching for Rafe. You followed the distant voice echoing through your ears, the sound growing louder the closer you approached the narrowed hallway.Â
He mustâve been downstairs, along with Ryan, in the same position you left them in, probably still arguing over something absurd. The thought brought a smile to your lips, instantly fading once their words filled the echo of your ears. While you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you were somewhat glad that you did, Rafeâs next statement making your heart sink to your stomach, panic settling through your chest.Â
ââNot! Relax Ryan,â Rafe argued, his voice slightly muffled. âIâm not gonna date your sister.âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh.
âDonât fuck with me, Rafe.â Ryan shot back, pent up frustration visible through his tone. âI told you already, my sister is off limits, donât make me do something Iâll regret.âÂ
Rafe nodded, face twisting into something serious, replacing the teasing grin he had on his face.Â
âDonât be ridiculous,â he replied, âSheâs like Sarah to me, and you know that.âÂ
Humilation couldnât describe how you felt in the moment, his statement like a punch to your stomach. A wave of emotions rushed through your insides, ones you couldnât even concentrate into words.Â
That shouldâve been expected, however, it hurt hearing it out loud, from Rafe of all people.Â
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pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.
song inspiration: baby by madison beer.
author's note: benjamin being active on tiktok is dangerous for my health. i actually feel like i'm about to crawl on the ceiling from how badly i want this man. literally tweaking. anyways, enjoy đ
There were a lot of quidditch related superstitions you were willing to put up with.Â
Wearing the same socks during every match. Kissing your boyfriend good luck before every game. Even the rowdy common room parties that you and Mattheo often snuck out of to have a celebration of your own was a tradition you welcomed with open arms.Â
But this was not one of them.Â
âItâs absolutely absurd,â Pansy huffed, her sleek black hair grazing her chin as she tucked her legs underneath her on the velvet couch. âBlaise has lost his mind.âÂ
âSounds like youâre the one losing it, Pans.âÂ
Pansy rolled her eyes. âYou would too if your boyfriend suddenly announced a sex ban as part of some weird quidditch superstition.âÂ
Since the start of the season, the quidditch team had taken a few hits. Usually, the boys dominated the other houses, but they barely won against Hufflepuff and came to a draw against Ravenclaw during the last game. Ending in a tie was apparently the last straw because the day after the match, Blaise told Pansy that the team had taken a pact of celibacy.Â
For some deranged reason, the boys believed that abstaining from sex for a week would help them secure a win for the rematch on Friday. For the next five days, they intended to sleep, breathe, and eat quidditch. Apparently, your feminine wiles would have to be set aside for the meantime. As if sex were the problem and not their constant drinking and partying, which probably contributed to their lack of focus as a whole. Not that the boys would listen to common sense at this point.Â
You scoffed. âPlease, Mattheo wouldnât last a day without sex let alone a whole week.â
âDonât be so sure,â Pansy said rather bitterly, picking at the cushion in her lap. âThe lot of them are taking this entirely too seriously. Blaise wonât even allow himself to be in a room alone with me.â
âWell, Zabini has a surprising amount of self-control. Mattheo, on the other hand, is perpetually horny. Thereâs no way that he agreed to such a ridiculous pact.â
âLucky you,â your best friend said with a long suffering sigh.
You nudged her knee with your foot and smiled mischievously. âDonât worry, babe. Iâm more than willing to help. Blaise may be disciplined, but heâs also just a man. What do you say we pop into the village? I think I saw a lace emerald lingerie set that had your name all over it.â
Pansy perked up at that. âI knew I came to the right person.â
Your best friend smiled as you hooked your arm through her elbow. âOf course you did. Now come on, letâs bring Zabini to his knees.âÂ
Sprawled out on Mattheoâs bed, you flicked through the pages of your novel and waited for your boyfriend to return from practice. The trip to Hogsmeade had been a complete success. Just as you suspected, the little set you glimpsed through the lingerie store window looked absolutely stunning on Pansy. Blaise didnât stand a chance.Â
As a matter of fact, youâd given the two of them privacy tonight. They were due for a study session at your shared dorm tonight, but you quietly slipped out in the midst of their heated argument about the Goblin Rebellion and happily skipped off to your boyfriendâs room.Â
Given the late hour, Mattheo was due back any second now. As if summoning him from your thoughts alone, your boyfriend sauntered into the room, looking sweaty and sexy from running though drills all afternoon. Mattheo grinned the second he spotted you on his bed.Â
âHi, princesa,â he greeted, his voice low and husky.Â
âHi, Matty.â You propped yourself up on your elbows and smiled. âHow was practice?âÂ
âAbsolutely fucking brutal,â Mattheo grunted as he pulled off his shoes. âTheo clobbered the fuck out of me, but I suppose itâs better him than the Ravenclaws. Mark my words, weâre going to beat those twats come Friday.âÂ
âI donât doubt it, babe.â You pushed off the mattress and scooted closer to him.Â
Mattheo licked his lips as you neared, breath hitching as you brushed his damp curls off of his forehead. You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. At the last second, Mattheo turned sharply, causing the kiss to land on his cheek instead of his lips.Â
âIâm all sweaty,â he explained. You quirked a brow. Sweat, dirt, and grime had never stopped the two of you before, but you brushed it off. He was probably just wound up about winning. Mattheo smiled apologetically and kissed your temple. âLet me shower first and then we can cuddle, okay?âÂ
You made the mistake of looking into those big, brown eyes. Damn him and his chocolate eyed gaze. The twat knew it was your weakness.Â
âFine,â you said as you crawled underneath the covers. âBut hurry up, Iâm getting tired.âÂ
Ten minutes later, you were fully engrossed in your book again. Just as it reached a particularly steamy scene, the door swung open, revealing a half-naked Mattheo. The white towel wrapped precariously around his trim waist gave you a perfect view of his toned chest and ripped abs, beads of water clinging onto his glistening skin like rain drops. You bit your lip as he tugged on a clean pair of boxers over his legs, cocking your head to appreciate the curve of his arse before he slipped into his sweatpants.Â
Unaware of your ogling, Mattheo climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you. âWhat are you reading, mi amor?âÂ
âNothing that canât wait,â you murmured, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend.
This time, Mattheo gladly accepted the kiss. His lips slanted over yours, sighing softly as you melted into him. Your kisses were soft and sweet, punctuated by cute little pecks that had your boyfriend smiling against your mouth. You took the opportunity to slide your tongue against his, making Mattheo groan as his fingers slipped through your hair.Â
âDamn, mami. You missed me that much?âÂ
You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk while you climbed into his lap and straddled him. Mattheo gripped your hips, moaning as your lips latched onto his neck. His pretty brown eyes rolled back as you left a trail of kisses along the column of his throat. You raked your nails along his chest, dragging red lines down to his abs, and tracing his happy trail as he captured your lips once more. Mattheo let out a choked groan as you tugged at his waistband. To your surprise, he grabbed your wrist and blinked up at you.Â
âY/NâŚâ Mattheo said breathlessly. âMaybe we shouldâŚmaybe we should go to sleep.â His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tried and failed to swallow his own words.Â
You raised a brow and settled over his lap, squirming against his hard length as Mattheo bit his lip. âYou want to go to sleep? Right now? While Iâm on top of you and willing to do whatever you want?âÂ
Your boyfriend looked pained. Conflict was evident on his face. Without a word, Mattheo nodded.Â
âOh my god,â you blurted in disbelief. âYou agreed to that stupid sex ban, didnât you?â
Mattheo groaned. âOnly for a week, love. We really need to win this match.âÂ
You scoffed. This was absolutely ridiculous. âI know you, Mattheo. You arenât going to last a week.âÂ
âHey! Have a little faith in me.âÂ
Rolling off of him, you crossed your arms against your chest. âFirst of all, you didnât even ask me if Iâd be okay with it.âÂ
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. With a shit-eating grin, Mattheo cocked his head at you. âIt sounds to me like youâre the one who canât last a week, princesa.âÂ
âPlease,â you said with an eye roll. âI have my book boyfriends to keep me company. I can channel all my sexual energy into reading smut. You, on the other hand? You canât even make it through class without dragging me into a broom closet.âÂ
Faster than you thought possible, Mattheo flipped you onto your back and pinned you to the mattress. A cocky smirk curved against his lips as he trailed them down your neck. âOh?â he hummed, kissing the sweet spot just below your ear, his hand gripping the inside of your thigh, making you press your legs together to suppress the need. The bloody bastard. âBut can your book boyfriends touch you like I can?âÂ
Channeling every ounce of self-control within you, a calm and unbothered expression clicked into place like a mask. You tugged at his curls, forcing him away from your neck. âDonât worry your pretty little head about me, Matty. Iâll be just fine.â Mattheo released a choked groan when you palmed the front of his boxers. He twitched at your touch, his cock painfully hard. âLooks like youâre not doing too hot, though. Let me know if you need help. You know Iâd be more than happy to give you relief, baby.âÂ
Mattheo cursed under his breath as his own plan backfired on him. Blood rushed down to his cock as you squeezed gently, making him harder and hornier than ever. You chuckled darkly as he grinded against your hand. With one last squeeze, you kissed his cheek and peeled yourself away from his bed.Â
âYou know where to find me, papi.â
He watched in disbelief as you gathered your things, cute little ass swaying farther and farther away from him as you hauled your bag over your shoulder. âYouâre seriously leaving?âÂ
You smirked and waved at your boyfriend as you pulled the door open. âI have a hot date with my romance novel. Good luck with your pact, babe. Youâll need it.âÂ
Merlin, Mattheo was going out of his fucking mind.Â
For Salazarâs sake, he was starting to get the shakes and it had only been two days since he last had sex. Granted, it felt like an eternity since you were more than determined to get your boyfriend to break. Could lack of sex actually drive a person to the brink of insanity? Mattheo was pretty convinced that the answer was yes as he gaped at the lacy red bra peeking out under your white blouse.Â
Had your clothes shrunk in the wash? Mattheo couldâve sworn that your shirt hadnât been that tight before. You were nearly bursting out of it and the view of your tits pressed together as you leaned across the table to steal a blueberry off of his plate made his mouth water and his dick hard.Â
âStay strong, Riddle,â Theo whispered beside him. âWeâve got this.âÂ
Never in his life had he wanted to throttle Theo more. The only thing Mattheo had at the moment was a painful fucking boner. Three more days. Thatâs all he had to endure before they called off this stupid sex pact.Â
He could make it. Couldnât he?
As he looked up at you sucking on a strawberry, Mattheoâs confident wavered. You were truly testing what very little self control that he possessed. You were right when you said that your boyfriend couldnât last a single class without dragging you into an empty broom closet. You were just so pretty and sexy and hot and that was when you werenât trying.Â
Now that you were determined to tease the fuck out of him, Mattheo didnât stand a chance.Â
All day, you focused on making his life an absolute living hell. Perching on his lap, fixing his tie, smiling prettily while you brushed his curls back and left glossy kiss prints all over his cheeks. His hands were in permanent fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm so deeply that he wouldnât be surprised to find himself bleeding. This was torture. Cruel and unusual punishment.Â
The final straw came when the two of you were studying in the library later that night. Bouncing his leg, Mattheo forced himself to pay attention to the Ancient Runes textbook in front of him instead of ogling you from across the table. It wasnât working though. Every few minutes, he caught himself glancing up at you. Your lips, your eyes, your hair. There was nothing sexual about you taking notes yet he was so turned on that he felt dizzy.Â
Mattheo lowered his head, trying to keep cool. When he looked back up, you were no longer in your seat. Instead, you were reaching for a book on the shelves behind you. Whatever you were looking for was on the lowest shelves, so you bent down to retrieve it. When you did, your skirt rode up, revealing that you werenât wearing any underwear. Mattheo hissed, scrambling to pull your skirt down.Â
âWhat in Salazarâs name are you doing, Y/N?â Your boyfriend gripped your elbow, anger and frustration radiating off of him in waves.Â
You blinked up at him, putting on an innocent smile. âOh!â you exclaimed, placing a hand on Mattheoâs chest. âDid I forget to wear underwear? Silly me.âÂ
Your boyfriend groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He muttered something under his breath repeatedly. Breathing exercises. You bit back a smirk.Â
On his third count to ten, Mattheo finally opened his eyes. Without a word, he gathered your belongings and hauled you out of the library. He didnât speak until the two of you were back in the dungeons.Â
âIâm going to study in my room,â Mattheo declared as he handed you your book bag. âYouâll study in yours.âÂ
You grinned. âOh, Matty. We both know the only thing youâll be studying is your cock in your hand.â Mattheo tensed as you traced a finger down his jawline. âWhat a shame. Iâd be more than willing to put an end to your misery if you just admit that the pact is stupid.âÂ
For Salazarâs fucking sake. Mattheo was so close to calling this whole thing off. He wanted you. Screaming underneath him. Crying from pleasure. Moaning his name. But he couldnât. He had to stay strong.Â
Mattheo sighed and kissed your temple. âGood night, mi amor. I love you. Even though youâre determined to drive me fucking mental.âÂ
You smiled before pulling him in by his tie. Mattheo groaned as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips, barely giving him a taste of what he wanted. âLove you too, Matty. Sleep tight. I hope you dream of me tonight.âÂ
With that, he watched you saunter off in the direction of your dorm, skipping through the common room without a care in the world. Mattheo stared up at the ceiling and counted to ten again.Â
Friday could not come any fucking faster.Â
You had to admit that you were impressed. Your boyfriend had miraculously survived an entire week without sex.Â
Despite your best efforts to thwart the stupid pact, Mattheo stayed true to his word. A pretty impressive feat given the fact that youâd practically thrown everything you had into seducing him. Sitting on his lap, licking your lips while he talked, kissing that sweet spot below his jaw, wearing your clothes shorter and tighter than ever, and even sleeping in his favorite silk red set, which you knew was particularly hard for him if the erection pressed against your back all night was any indication.Â
Still, Mattheo withstood all of your attempts.Â
You wouldâve been upset had it not been for the fact that Mattheo looked absolutely pained by the whole ordeal. This entire week, his fists were permanently clenched at his side, his jaw locking and unlocking with every suggestive comment you threw his way, his eyes flickering over your body, groaning in frustration as he tortured himself by looking at what he couldnât have.Â
It was amusing to watch your boyfriend twitch at your every move. As you predicted, you fared better than Mattheo had. After all, you had a wild imagination and a collection of toys to hold you over. That wasnât to say that you werenât needy and aching for him, but you had ways of coping.Â
âIâm so fucking glad itâs Friday,â Pansy grumbled beside you as she took a swig from her flask.Â
After the whole bring Zabini to his knees plan failed, sheâd been crankier than ever. Neither one of you expected either of your boyfriends to even make it this far without caving at least once.Â
âMe too, babe. As much as Iâm rooting for our boys, I canât wait for this bloody game to be over. Win or lose, I know the sex is going to be insane.âÂ
Your best friend smirked as she handed you the firewhisky. âIâll cheers to that, babe.âÂ
Surprisingly, the tension and frustration helped the boys play better than ever. They were ruthless on the field. Theo and Enzo were vicious as they defended the goalposts, giving way for Blaise and Mattheo to chase after the opposing beaters, nearly taking some poor blokeâs head off with a bludger. You almost felt bad for the Ravenclaws.Â
When Draco caught the snitch, you cheered loudly. You and Pansy screamed until your throat felt raw and hoarse by the time the game was officially called. The two of you swayed as you descended from the stands, slightly inebriated from your generous swigs, but you didnât mind. The liquor kept you warm and served as preparation for a night of drinking and debauchery for the common room party.Â
Blaise wasnât at all surprised that you and Pansy pregamed. In fact, he took the flask and downed the rest before tugging his girlfriend towards the castle.Â
âHave fun, you crazy kids!â
Zabini chuckled. âOh, we will. By the way, your boyfriendâs waiting for you in the locker room.âÂ
With a conspiratorial wink, Blaise wished you good luck as Pansy grinned from ear to ear. You chuckled before making your way over to the locker room. The doors opened, revealing a very smug looking Theo. With a frown, you swatted the back of his head.Â
âOw!â The brunette exclaimed, rubbing his newly acquired injury. âWhat was that for?âÂ
âFor encouraging my boyfriend to agree to this stupid sex ban.â You crossed your arms and glared at your friend. âI know it was your idea, Theodore.âÂ
âHey! We won the game, didnât we? So obviously, my idea was brilliant.âÂ
âIt was just dumb luck,â you replied with a scoff. âHonestly, I didnât think you guys would take it so seriously. Especially you. Youâre even worse than Mattheo. Celibacy for a week mustâve been hell, huh?âÂ
Theo shifted his weight, looking abashed. You narrowed your eyes at him as you read the guilt in his body language. âYou little weasel! You caved, didnât you?âÂ
âThere was this really hot RavenclawâŚâÂ
âWith the opposing team, too? Youâre shameless, Nott.âÂ
âPlease donât tell the guys.â He looked genuinely contrite as he pleaded with his eyes. âTheyâll murder me if they knew that I couldnât even stick to my own pact.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âFine, but you owe me big time.âÂ
Theo smiled before leaning over to kiss your cheek. âYouâre the best. Iâd say see you at the party, but with how tense and insane your boyfriend has been, I probably wonât see you two for the next few days.âÂ
âI wonder whoâs fault that is.âÂ
âThe pact was my idea. Teasing him was yours. Honestly, he almost stabbed a fork through my hand because you bent over in front of him.â He smirked as he held the door open. âYouâve got that man on a tight leash.âÂ
You fought a smile. âLeave before I get the urge to hit you again.â Theo nodded, making his way out. âOh, and congratulations on the win.âÂ
After a cheeky wink, Theo was gone. Leaving you to find your boyfriend on your own. When you rounded the corner, you could hear the sound of water running echoing off the tiled walls. You ventured farther in the stalls and found Mattheo standing underneath the scalding hot shower, tipping his head back against the spray. With a smile, you leaned against the wall and admired your boyfriend. Merlin, he really was beautiful.Â
Mattheo was a sight to behold; biceps flexing, abs taut, and back muscles tense as he washed away the sweat and grime. Your gaze trailed down to his trim waist, licking your lips as your eyes snagged on his backside. The longing sigh you released gave you away.Â
Water glistened on his skin as Mattheo looked over his shoulder, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he surveyed you. Your boyfriend didnât bother covering himself as he sauntered over to you. His chocolate brown eyes roamed over your body, smiling softly when he saw that you were wearing one of his jerseys. Mattheo traced over his surname embroidered right above your heart.Â
âThe Riddle name looks good on you, mi amor,â he whispered huskily, backing you against the tile. âI canât wait to make it official one day.âÂ
You hummed while you tangled a wet curl between your fingers. âOh? That wonât be happening any time soon, Matty.â Mattheo frowned as you caressed his cheek. âNot with the way youâve neglected me this week.âÂ
âDonât be like that. You know it was hell for me, princesa.âÂ
âI know,â you said with a grin. âIâm just teasing you. In reality, Iâm kind of impressed. You didnât cave once even when I threw everything I had at you. You were so good, baby. You crushed those Ravenclaws too.â Mattheo groaned as you kissed his jaw, nipping at his sweet spot. âMaybe the pact wasnât so stupid after all.âÂ
Your boyfriend groaned as he gripped your hips and pinned you against the wall. âOh, I wonât be doing that shit again.â Mattheo rested his hand on the base of your throat, eyes black and filled with lust as he squeezed. âIt was torture not to touch you.âÂ
When you spoke, your voice sounded husky and seductive thanks to his possessive hold. âCouldâve fooled me. You seemed perfectly in control. So much so that maybe we should extend it another week. Abstinence really helps clear the mind, doesnât it, baby?âÂ
Mattheo chuckled darkly. He knew you were baiting him. You werenât used to not getting what you wanted in your relationship. Your boyfriend was well aware that he spoiled you rotten. You were going to make him work for it tonight, but he didnât mind. In fact, the idea thrilled him. He wouldnât have been dating you if he wasnât up to the challenge.Â
Without warning, Mattheo tugged you into the shower, making you squeal as the water soaked your clothes. He wasted no time before crashing his lips onto yours, claiming you in a starved and possessive way that had you gasping for breath. Your boyfriend was frantic as he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.Â
Mattheo sucked harshly at your flesh, his dark chuckle a seductive caress against your skin. You groaned as he grinded his cock against your clothed pussy, which was already throbbing and aching for him. âBrace yourself, sweetheart. We have a whole week to make up for and weâre not leaving here until youâre properly punished for teasing me like the little brat that you are.âÂ
You flashed him a saccharine smile. âDo your worst, baby.âÂ
âYouâll regret that, mami.âÂ
With a wicked grin, Mattheo slid your panties to the side and teased along your folds. He hissed when he felt how soaked you were, practically dripping down his fingers as he eased one into your pussy. You bit down on your lip as the delicious pressure awakened a familiar heat in your core.Â
âNot so brave now, are you?â Your boyfriend taunted as he slowly fingered you. After going without, you were embarrassed to find that a simple touch was enough to set your teeth on edge. âThis is payback, baby. Wearing those tiny little shirts with your lace bra peeking out. Bending over in front of me knowing that you had no panties on. Grinding on my lap and making me so fucking hard that I almost sprained my wrist wanking off in the restroom like a madman.âÂ
âIâd say Iâm sorry, but Iâm not.â You rasped, groaning as Mattheo picked up the pace. âNot if this is what I get in return. I like when youâre rough, Matty. It makes me wet.âÂ
Your head lolled back as he added another finger, curving them inside of you and reaching that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.Â
âGood,â Mattheo whispered as he nibbled at your earlobe. âBecause Iâm about to fuck you until you canât walk.âÂ
The filthy words sent you over the edge. Mattheo flicked his thumb over your swollen clit and you clenched around his fingers. âI can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. So fucking greedy, hm?âÂ
You let out a choked moan. Mattheo grabbed your wrist and slid your hand down his front. âDo you feel that, princesa? Iâve been hard as fuck for you all week. Are you gonna be a good girl and help me out?âÂ
âYes,â you breathed out. âLet me take care of you, papi.âÂ
Mattheo twitched in your hand as you gripped him, tugging as he watched you with lust blown eyes. The intensity of his stare made butterflies erupt in your stomach.Â
âI thought about this while getting myself off this week. Your hands. Your eyes. Your voice.âÂ
âI thought about you, too,â you confessed. âBut it doesnât compare to the real thing. God, youâre fucking sexy.â You rubbed your thumb over his tip, rubbing his precum over his head. Mattheo whimpered against your neck. âI missed you whimpering for me.âÂ
âI donât whimper,â Mattheo countered.Â
You raised a brow and picked up the pace, working him until his eyes rolled back. Despite his denial, Mattheo whimpered even louder this time.Â
âYouâre playing dirty, baby.âÂ
âI thought you liked it dirty, Matty.âÂ
âI do,â he said with a smirk before curving his long fingers inside of you. You shuddered as he hit that sweet spot. âNow come on, pretty girl. Come with me.âÂ
You nodded, picking up the pace and groaning as Mattheo pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. He licked the roof of your mouth, shuddering as he bucked into your hand. You tugged at him, coaxing him to cum as he panted against your neck.Â
âFuck. Donât stop, baby. Iâm so fucking close.âÂ
âMe too, Matty,â you whimpered, grinding against his fingers to take more.Â
The orgasm crackled over you like a lightning strike, singing your veins with heat as your boyfriend continued to fuck you with his fingers. Mattheo wasnât satisfied with one orgasm. He coaxed another out of you, laughing as you greedily bucked against his hand, biting into his shoulder while the second wave hit.Â
By the time your third orgasm rolled around, you genuinely felt as though youâd left your own body. Mattheo only relented when your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled, cries of his name falling sweetly from your lips.Â
âTĂş eres dulce como el azĂşcar.â
You opened your eyes slowly and found Mattheo lapping up your cum, swirling and sucking his fingers clean with a smirk. Youâre sweet like sugar. Though the words were seemingly innocent, Mattheo was anything but. Your boyfriend knew exactly how much it turned you on when he spoke Spanish and he was definitely using it to his advantage.
âThat was just the appetizer, baby. Got you all warmed up for my cock. Think you can take it, Y/N?âÂ
âIâve been waiting all week,â you responded hoarsely.Â
âItâs worth the wait,â Mattheo declared cockily as he flipped you over. He stripped you of your clothes, carelessly tossing them behind his shoulder while he positioned your hands on the tiled wall. You groaned as he bent you at an angle, smacking your ass before he lined up behind you. âI promise to fucking ruin you, mi pinche puta.âÂ
Anticipation coiled in your stomach as Mattheo sank in slowly. Both of you groaned as he slid all the way in, twitching as he stuffed you full. It was familiar yet new at the same time. It had always been a tight fit, but given your involuntary break, you could feel yourself struggling to adjust to his size once again.Â
Mattheo gripped your hips, leaving bruises in his wake as he slid all the way out. You whined at the loss, but it wasnât long before he thrusted all the way back in, knocking the air out of your lungs as he set a punishing pace. You braced yourself against the tile as he spread your legs further apart, allowing him to hit an even deeper angle.Â
âOh fuck, how do you always feel so good?â Mattheo grunted as his hips snapped against your ass, brutally burying himself inside of your pussy over and over again. âYou were made for me, princesa. Weâre perfect together.â
âMatty, baby, pleaseâŚâ
You keened as Mattheo tugged you by the hair, kissing you sloppily as he continued to ruin you. He cupped your tits, flicking his thumb over your nipples as he squeezed your flesh between his rough, calloused hands. Mattheo kneaded your breasts and used the momentum to drive deeper. His palm trailed down your torso, pressing against your stomach to feel himself moving with each thrust.Â
Tears streaked your cheeks as your eyes rolled back. âOh gods. Fuck me. Right there, baby. You fill me up so good. I love being full of you.âÂ
âYeah?â Mattheo drawled as his hand crawled up your throat. âYou like when I fuck you rough? Deep down, you just want to be treated like a slut. Donât you, princess?âÂ
âI do,â you breathed, groaning as Mattheo squeezed your neck. âBut Iâm only a slut for you, Mattheo.âÂ
âDamn fucking right, baby.â He said proudly. âThis pussy is mine. All fucking mine.âÂ
You clenched, squeezing him so tightly that Mattheo felt like he might cum then and there. âSo greedy. Milking me fucking dry. God, youâre perfect. Mi princesa, mi vida, mi amor.â Your boyfriend shuddered as you grinded against him, picking up the momentum as the two of you neared euphoria. âThatâs it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, Iâm gonna cumââ
âCum inside me, Matty. I want to feel you. I want all of it.âÂ
Mattheo cursed, his body seizing as he came with a loud cry. The sensation of him filling you to the brim, his hot cum dripping out of you and coating the inside of your thighs was enough to send you over the edge. You trembled as the orgasm hit you all at once and nearly passed out from the sheer force of it.Â
Fortunately, strong arms wrapped around you before your legs could give out from underneath you. Mattheo pulled you against him, holding your trembling body as you came down from the high. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he cleaned you up. Your boyfriend took his time washing your body, taking great care when it came to your sensitive core.Â
You smiled up at him as he lathered shampoo into your hair, letting you return the favor and sighing in satisfaction as you scratched his scalp. Mattheo grinned, flashing you a lovesick smile as you rinsed the product out of his hair.Â
âI love you so fucking much,â he whispered softly.Â
âI love you more,â you countered.
âImpossible.âÂ
After the two of you dried off, you leaned against the wall and allowed Mattheo to clothe you in his hoodie and sweats. He tied your shoes before giving you a sweet peck.Â
âReady, princesa?âÂ
You nodded and took his hand. Without the support of the solid wall, your legs wobbled as you struggled to walk. Mattheo caught you around the waist, a smirk tugging at his handsome face.Â
âI warned you, Y/N.â He looked entirely too smug and satisfied for your liking. âTold you Iâd fuck you until you couldnât walk.âÂ
Your boyfriend chuckled as you rolled your eyes. âPoor baby. Donât worry, mi amor. Let your Matty take care of you, hm?âÂ
âI take it back. I kind of hate you right now, Mattheo.âÂ
You squealed as he picked you up bridal style. He didnât even break a sweat as he carried you across the field. âNo, you donât. But you can fuck me like you do.âÂ
âDeal.â
#this came from the deepest pits of hell aka my overactive imagination#mattheo riddle#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle smut#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo riddle imagine#mattheo riddle fluff#mattheo smut#mattheo x you#mattheo x y/n#mattheo x reader
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Wasn't sure when it would be the best time to discuss this, but since the ending is drawing near... yes, Bugtopia is ending.
It was a decision I really wrestled with myself for months over it, before finally concluding that letting it end after 40 episodes was the better option. Just to be clear, webtoons did not force me to end the series. They even offered to give me a pay raise to continue the series. It was my decision due to a multitude of personal factors. I'll just repeat what I said on my patreon:
I just want to say, first of all, thank you all so much for patiently waiting for my series to release and for supporting my work as I began developing the series. Bugtopia was a series I genuinely loved and adored and it made me feel so incredibly happy that people were turning their heads towards a series about weird bugs and their natural lives.
However, as you can probably guess, it pains me to say that I am concluding the series after season 1. I had 4 seasons planned with new characters to introduce, but unfortunately, I cannot see myself continuing to work with Webtoons and I want to pursue other projects.
This decision was due to a compiling number of issues with the company, the final straw was when they had a mass layoff, fired my editor that I've been working with for two years, and did not inform me for a week, leaving me in the dark until they randomly assigned me with someone else. My new editor is great and I'm glad I'm working with someone so patient and understanding, but this decision to fire my previous editor, the one who got me the job to begin with, without prior warning made me feel disrespected and disregarded, and it killed all motivation I had for properly completing the series.
I also felt incredibly overworked, I was spending vacation days working on comics and avoiding time with family just so I could get something done for webtoons once I come home. I feel like so much time was being wasted away for a company that paid me so little that I had to work twice as hard building up funds on my patreon. Bugtopia just ate up so much of my time. The pay also didn't make up for it. It's commonly assumed that webtoons authors make about $800 for the episodes they do, but that's not true. In fact, you can make far less depending on the amount of panels expected for your contract. It doesn't help that the artwork i did for banners and promotions were all things I had to draw and didn't get paid for, and the work I gave was either tampered with or scrapped, making me feel like I spent more hours of my day wasting time. There were also comics I had to censor and scrap, likely due to another series being in hot water for its racially insensitive content. But it was just extra work I wasn't being paid for. It also frustrated me because I was seeing other series with far more explicit content getting away with a slap on the wrist (turns out you can't say "fuck" anymore without it being hit with a mature rating, disappointing!)
In all honesty, it just felt like webtoons needed me more than I needed them. I was making more money from patreon in a week than I was making from webtoons in a month.
Personally, while I don't really regret my time with Webtoons and met some great people along the way, I honestly don't think any artist should work with them. You will be severely overworked and underpaid, and will barely be featured in ads unless your series becomes an instant hit immediately. It doesn't really matter how successful you are, you're just a product to Webtoons, put yourself above the corporation.
I have tried my best to provide you all with a satisfying conclusion to Bugtopia, even if some episodes may feel rushed or incomplete, but I completely understand if the conclusion isn't to your liking and I do apologize, but I could not continue working on this series if this was the mistreatment I was going to continuously get. I owe a massive thank you to my editor and assistants for helping me complete the series, I truly don't think I could have ever finished it without them.
Though I am done with Bugtopia, that does not mean I want to stop projects entirely, so please don't feel bad for me. I have a lot of upcoming projects and ideas in the works, and I'm still continuing the Monsters and Girls series.
Will Bugtopia ever return... possibly. I retain complete ownership of the series after a few years, and I wouldn't mind continuing the canvas series (or possibly starting over). Unfortunately I don't think I can continue the Webtoon Original as it belongs to webtoons now, but never say never I suppose!
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Slashers React to You Being Harassed
Warnings: Being verbally harassed by a gross man, some cuss words
A/N: A lot of you seemed to really like the last "Slashers React" fic I did, so I figured I'd write up another one. This came out a little cheesy, but oh well? Hope you enjoy!
Context: You were feeling a little cooped up recently due to being stuck inside from the flu. Now that you were feeling better, you wanted to go out and take some time away from home. But of course, you could never have more than a few minutes of peace. Some older man decides that you are the perfect one to pick on. He attempts to flirt with you, and even after saying "no" a handful of times, he still doesn't get the hint.
Michael Myers
You were honestly a little scared
Not for yourself, but for what was going to happen to the man
Even after weeks of insistence, Michael refused to let you go anywhere on your own
Even if he wasn't right next to you, he was lurking somewhere nearby
He was a blatant and proud stalker
So you knew that it wouldn't take long before-
Welp
The man is now dead with a slit throat
That was quick
"You could have stepped in sooner, you know?"
He just grips onto your hand and drags you back home
"But I've only been outside for five minutes!" you protest
He forces you to stay inside for another couple of weeks
Jason Voorhees
This disgusting man was now attempting to reach out and touch you
You took a step back and tried to put some space between you two
But in the blink of an eye, a large machete burst through his chest at you, your clothes getting splattered with blood
You scream
The now dead man drops to the ground as your eyes meet his killer
"Jesus, Jason! A bit of a warning next time, please."
He just tilts his head at you
You start grumbling about how your clothes were basically ruined now
Jason just picks you up and swings you over his shoulder
"This was my favorite shirt," you continue groaning
He gifts you with a small pocket knife the next day to take with you when you go out
Brahms Heelshire
You promised Brahms you wouldn't step too far off the Heelshire property line
So the fact that anyone was even over here seemed odd to you
And now here you were, wishing Brahms wasn't so weird about leaving the house
Because unfortunately, this man didn't seem like he was going to go away without a fight
So you did the only thing you could think of in that moment
You screamed
It lasted a few seconds
But the man didn't seem fazed
"There's no one else out here, Sweetheart," he said
"Hmm?" a voice spoke behind him
The man spun around and was immediately thrown to the ground
Brahms bashed his head in repeatedly with a rock
"Thank you-" you started
Brahms just grabbed you by the arm and drug you back inside the house
He didn't let you go outside for a while after that
Billy Loomis
You were about ready to punch this man yourself
But you didn't want to risk anything since you were alone
This man was good sized and you knew that trying to fight him probably wouldn't end well for you
But lo and behold, you wouldn't even have to lift a finger
A knife was quickly plunged into the man's throat causing him to bleed out in seconds
After a moment, you finally looked up and saw Billy in front of you
"Thank, God," you sighed, hugging the boy
It took you a second before you pulled away, looking at him in confusion
"Wait, how did you know I was out here?"
Billy avoided your gaze
"Were you stalking me?"
"I like to call it, observing"
You let out a groan
Stu Macher
You're crazy if you think Stu was going to let you outside by yourself
This boy is glued at your hip 24/7
The only reason why this other man was even flirting with you right now is because Stu went off to "take a whizz" as he likes to say
Thankfully, this doesn't normally take him long
So as this man continued to push his luck, Stu walked up next to you, his eyes a little dark
"Is there a problem here, babe?" he asked a little too nicely
How you answer this is definitely going to affect what Stu does next
But this man was pissing you off so...
"Yeah, he won't leave me alone"
And that's all it took for the man to end up dead on his side, a knife in his chest
Afterwards, Stu and you continued your little venture outside
He just held you a lot closer to him the whole time
Eric Draven
You were honestly getting freaked out by this man
In a city like this, anyone could be hurt
But your moment of panic soon died down to the sight of a black crow perching on the nearby building
"Thank you," you murmured
"What was that?" the man spat back
You couldn't help but smile a bit
"You're about to get your ass kicked"
He just laughed at you
Your smile grew when you saw a figure approach the man from behind
He noticed this and turned around, only to be met with the city's best vigilante
"Hi"
The man was suddenly struck with a metal pipe
And he continued to be struck another 17 times
Eric walked up to you after he was done, his painted face dripping with red
"You didn't have to kill him," you said
Eric just shrugged
"Oops?"
#slasher imagines#slasher fandom#slashers preference#slash fanfiction#slashers x reader#slashers headcanon#slasher preference#slashers#michael myers headcanons#michael myers x reader#michael myers#jason voorhees headcanons#jason voorhees x reader#jason voorhees#brahms x reader#brahms heelshire#brahms heelshire x reader#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis headcanon#billy loomis#stu macher#stu macher x reader#stu macher headcanons#eric draven x reader#eric draven
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Marvel Being Destructive
Marvelâs destructive. Itâs not even on purpose too. It just happens. He canât control it. For the most part, that is. Like, heâll get startled and pull a Castiel from that one episode of Supernatural.
Marvel: *trying to steal some food for Billy*
Flash: âCap, buddy!â
Marvel: *startles and the lightbulb above them just bursts*
*loud silence*
Flash: âCap, whose leftovers are those?â
Marvel: *slowly turns around to look at Flash, sure enough, Marvelâs holding a container or Tupperware, with a sticky note that said GL* âUh⌠mine?â
Flash: âI can see that theyâre Halâs.â
Marvel: *takes off the sticky note and crumples it in his hand. Then proceeds to fry it with lightning* âWhatâre you talking about?â
Flash: *a little speechless*
Marvel: âRight⌠So Iâm gonna go. See you, Flash.â *little wave as he walks off*
Billy felt really bad about it, but the kid needed it more than Hal at the moment. Probably. Look, he was running low on money at the moment and hadnât eaten in a couple days. The hunger pangs were getting to him. He did end up making a bunch of food for Hal in an attempt to apologize.
GL: âWoah, whatâs all this?â
Marvel: *in full lightning bolt apron* âUh⌠Remember how you were complaining last week about how someone stole your food?â
GL: âYeah?â
Marvel: âRight, well that was me.â
GL: *dramatic gasp* âI vented to you about that! And you just took it like you were innocent?!â
Marvel: âI know, I know, and Iâm sorry. Just eat all the food I made for you. Please?â
GL: *looks to the freaking feast Marvel made for him* âYeah, okay. I forgive you.â *starts chowing down* âBy the way, whyâd you steal my foot anyways? I thought you didnât need to eat.â
Marvel: âI just really needed it at the time.â
GL: âWhy?â
Marvel: âJust eat the food, Hal.â
Then, thereâs the fact that Billy sometimes forgets he isnât as small as he usually is. Like, heâs gotten used to it. After all, heâs been Cap for almost four years now. He now unconsciously bends down when entering and exiting through doors due to the fact heâs cracked his head on more doorframes than he can count. This even bled over to Billy whoâs only about 5â4 and definitely doesnât need to do it. But, every now and then as Cap, heâll slip up and forget he isnât that little scrawny short kiddo.
JL: *all having a meeting* Marvel: *drops something under the table and leans down the pick it it up*
GA: *immediately grabs his mug of coffee and scoots back from the table*
Other JL members: *watch in confusion as GA scoots back but then watch in slow motion at Marvel tries to get back to his chair and stands up to early. The table slowly starts tilting up and all of their stuff slides to the floor. Marvel then gets out from under the table and the table falls back to the floor with a loud bang*
Marvel: *confused by the loud bang and looks back* âWhereâd all your guysâ stuff go?â
GA: *scoots back to table and puts his mug back down* âNo idea, bud.â
The reason Green Arrow knew to take his stuff and scoot back is that one time when he got lunch with Cap, he watched in real time as his burger and soda slid off the table when the big man went down to grab a fork he dropped.
Then, thereâs the super duper ultra rare times he forgets his own strength. Like, once a year, heâll break something or someone and then end up having to apologize a lot.
Batman: *shows Marvel an explosive batarang* âThese are extremely delicate. If theyâre chipped or thrown at someone, theyâll explo-â
Marvel: *reaches over to touch it and accidentally snaps a piece of it off*
*silence*
*beeping noise starts*
Marvel: *panics and breaks the rest of it and shoves it in his mouth, basically eating the explosion, Superman style*
Batman: *stares for a solid minute* âI couldâve turned it off, Captain.â
Marvel: *coughs up smoke looking embarrassed* âSorry, Mister Batman Sir.â
Batman: *stares for another solid minute* âCan we talk about how your first instinct was to eat it?â
Marvel: âIâd rather not.â
Batman: âI really think we should.â
#billy batson#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#shazam#fawcett comics#fawcett#fawcett city#batman#bruce wayne#green arrow#oliver queen#the flash#wally west#green lantern#hal jordan
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dead on main #3
destabilized Ellie and Dan are Jason and Danny's kids except Jason gives his permission to help stabilize the two when he's dead and when he's resurrected he has no memories of it.
 Danny and Jason met while he was dead and had a teenage puppy crush sort of thing. The two of them had a lot of things going on with one still being a vigilante in their town and one being recently murdered, So they never really were able to get together before Jason was resurrected. The two of them are from different dimensions and only meet due to the fact that the ghost zone is every Dimension afterlife.Â
There is a bad reaction from Vlad finding out that Danny used someone else's DNA to stabilize the kids, Which leads to a very Reckless fight that leads to his parents finding out that the kids are halfas. The parents don't know that he is also halfa so they try to cure the kids. Danny flees To the ghost zone specifically to frostbite to make sure the kids are okay. While he's there Clockwork decides that was the best time to basically tell Danny that Jason's resurrected in his home dimension and that is probably best if he settles down there. Of course because Clockwork is still a menace before Danny goes through the portal he says that Jason does not have his memories of being dead and then pushes him through. Danny sets up his life there with Ellie and Dan.
Plot twist Danny ends up being neighbors to Roy in Star City. Danny is a trans single father of twins that appears to have run away from home due to bad situation. With all the Vigilante scars that Danny has it's a reasonable conclusion for him to suspect an abusive home.
Danny babysits Lian when Roy has missions and Roy babysits Ellie and Dan When Danny does work. of course not always do their schedules so occasionally they have to call in another babysitter and when that fails we have the Red Hood himself. the unknown father of the twins( not really twins) and the Godfather of the other child( yes I made him The Godfather).
 Danny doesn't instantly recognize him due to the very obvious change. Two of them meet a couple of times through Roy. Danny usually just accidentally stopping in at a bad time before Roy introduces them together and Danny hears his name.
Danny does not tell him that he's the father of the children because one he was dead which means he's going to have to explain what he was doing while he was dead. and two because Clockwork told him he had his memories erased. Danny of course has a lot of feelings about this and Jason instantly gets a crush. Jason occasionally babysits the kids when the regular babysitter isn't working Nor can watch each other's kids because of schedules.
A situation happens with Ellie where she needs to go to the hospital and Jason brings her. this leads to an emergency blood transfusion. The transfusion goes badly and isn't working so Jason asks if his blood will work. It works perfectly. Jason questions for a little bit. Danny, whose phone was broken in a villain attack two days ago and hasn't gotten replaced, shows up at the hospital after finally being contacted. Jason questioned him a little bit Danny freaks out a lot which raises Jason's alarms quite High. When Danny's getting some food for Elle and talking to doctors Jason does a DNA test. Jason gets the results a week later when Ellie's finally back home which reveals he is the father. He has a lot of questions about this.
#Due to time working differently through the realms Ellie and Dan would be able to be conceived#During the week that Jason was looking for his mom#Did he actually run away for a week in Canon I do not know but in this one he did#I need this plot convenience#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny phantom#dp x dc#danny fenton#dc x dp crossover#batfamily#dad jason todd#jason todd#teen mom danny#mom danny#danielle phantom#dan phantom#roy harper#lian harper#dcxdp#dead on main
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âł please respondâŚI showed you my cock       ⤠ghostface x female!reader ă 18+ ONLY â Minors DNI ă â taking requests part 2 âť a pretty mouth
2023 was a different year for everyone. Covid was 2020's big killer, and now ghostface seemed to be claiming 2023 as his year. You were one of his taunting targets. Text messages, phone calls, notes in your locker or mail. He had even been in your room once to leave a message on your mirror.
âI like the red onesâ which was referring to your panties that you were trying on the other day after doing some much needed retail therapy with some friends.Â
Your group was getting smaller and smaller as more students were murdered, kidnapped or not heard from in weeks. Curfew was getting shorter that soon enough school was sure to be cancelled until the police solved whoever was running around killing everyone.Â
Itâs Tuesday night and you just finished showering, you had been blowdrying your hair for the last 20 minutes. The recent news far from your thoughts, the truck load of school work that was due was giving you a migraine. Finally your hair was dried and you were ready to slip into bed and start your assignment. You turned your TV on, immediately putting on your current Netflix show that you were binging.Â
Eyes flicking back and forth from your laptop screen to your TV. You hadnât checked your phone since you started to shower and noticed you had multiple messages from an unknown number. But it wasnât unknown to you. You knew exactly who it was.Â
Unknown Number +1**********
⤠quiet night?Â
⤠parents arenât home.Â
⤠neighbours are out of town.Â
You had only had one actual physical contact with ghostface which was two weeks ago. He chased you around your house until your neighbours came barging in and he ran away. Ever since you had your parents change the locks and debate whether or not to send you across the country to live with your aunt and uncle until it was all over. You pleaded that they didnât and instead they paid for a self defence class for you.Â
Your phone buzzed again, drawing your attention away from the TV.Â
Unknown Number +***********
⤠i liked the little show you put on for me the other day.Â
⤠wish i had been there to ruin those little red pantiesÂ
You werenât sure what to write back, you sat there debating if you should even write anything back and entertain this creep.Â
Just as you put your phone down, the screen lit up and the room echoed from your ringtone.Â
Unknown CallerÂ
You werenât sure if you should pick up, but something inside you made you do it.Â
âHello?â You hesitantly asked as you held the device up to your ear. Waiting to hear that deep voice that you couldnât recognise.Â
âHello y/n. Enjoying your show?â Your eyes met your TV screen to see your show playing still on low volume. You turned the TV off, quickly standing to your feet to look out your window. It was barely lit outside from the streetlight and nothing seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.Â
âWho is this? Why are you tormenting me?â You had asked the question too many times that it was just routine, youâd hope that one time he would budge and just tell you.Â
âThe question isnât who I am. the question is where I am.â You heart began to race, eyes searching endlessly out your window, he had to be close by. You suddenly felt the booty shorts and crop top that you had slid into wasnât the best attire to be wearing at home alone whilst being stalked by a psycho.Â
âLook asshole, you wanna play games. I can play.â You werenât sure what you exact plan was, but it was the first thing to pop into your head. Were you terrified of ghostface? Yes. But did it also arouse you how much he called you, texted you, the fact he had probably seen you naked countless times, even possibly pleasured himself to the sight of you.Â
âOh yeah? In the mood for monopoly?â He chuckled darkly on the other end, you could only hope he was still watching you from where he was. With your free hand you danced your fingers down your torso, dipping into the waistband of your shorts and panties and itching your way to your centre that was throbbing. You could hear a deep growl on the other end.Â
You chuckled into the phone, knowing he was definitely watching you now. You breathed a soft moan as your fingertip circles your juicy clit, using your arousal as lube to slick your finger around the bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder and your mouth fell agape as you began walking backwards onto your bed, allowing yourself to fall back into the plush mattress and send yourself into a bliss.Â
You had forgotten about ghostface, your phone falling from your ear to beside your head.Â
âHey!â Your eyes popped open as you remembered he was still on the other end. You quickly grabbed it, slowing your circles to keep yourself on edge.Â
âI want to hear your pretty cries when you cum, I want you to cum to me and only me. You got that princess?â His words were sharp and threatening, just like the blade he used to murder your friends. God you were getting turned on and touching yourself to a psycho killer. The unexpected happened next. A snapchat notification came through.Â
Gfce23 added you on Snapchat!Â
It was him. It had to be. You accepted, still working yourself and slipping a finger inside your dripping cunt to get more arousal on your clit.Â
Immediately a video came through, along with a few photos. You bit your lip as you thought about what could possibly be on the other end. You had to take the chance though, you were too far down the rabbit hole.Â
âOpen them, I want you to see what you fucking do to me.â His voice was hoarse and breathless, you could tell he was jerking himself on the other end or something. You clicked on the purple square. Your eyes met a hard cock, veiny and thick. The tip an enraged red with a slight purple tinge. A single drop of precum oozing out the slit and his black leather glove wrapped around his cock.Â
The video began playing and his hand jerked his cock slowly, throaty moans echoing as the video continued to play and that drop of precum dripped down his pinkish shaft. A small bush of pubic hair that led to a faint snail trail and a set of what you could only guess were abs.Â
His hand got faster and his moans got faster as he pumped himself hard in his hand, but before you could view more you heard your parents car pulling into the driveway with their faint music blaring.Â
Ghostface was in the back of your mind as you quickly closed your phone and got settled into bed. Ghostface didnât call you back, didnât text you and didnât send anything else to you that night. But that doesât mean he let you off easy.Â
It had only been a few days since you last heard from ghostface, but when you did you were surprised to see the message he had sent through was not his usual taunting, threatening approach.Â
Unkown Number +**********
⤠i want to see that pretty pussy spread out tonightÂ
⤠leave your window unlocked
⤠i know your parents wont be home
⤠hope you like it rough princess
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Roommate Rumble || Vil Schoenheit
You and Vil end up as roommates due to administrative error. Unstoppable force (Vil's perfectionism) meets immovable object (your chaos). It ends up working out perfectly.
and they were roommates!!!!
Youâre sitting in the most soul-crushing waiting room imaginableâstale air, uncomfortable plastic chairs, and the smell of desperation. Youâre waiting for the housing office to process your late application, which, in hindsight, you shouldâve done weeks ago, but hey, itâs college. Time isnât real here.
Between borderline disastrous drinking sessions, last-minute assignments, and your general vibe of chaos, the fact that youâve even made it this far is kind of a miracle. But now, thanks to your masterclass in procrastination, youâre about to get assigned a random housemate for the year. At this point, youâre too mentally checked out to care who it is. As long as they donât steal your ramen, itâll be fine⌠probably.
The door swings open, and in walks the most absurdly pretty man youâve ever seen. Like, this dude looks like he stepped straight off the cover of a magazine. And not just any magazineâlike, one of those high-fashion ones where people look all ethereal and judgmental at the same time.
You try not to stare, but itâs impossible. Heâs got this aura about him, as if heâs too good for this building, this situation, this plane of existence. He walks up to the front desk, where the housing clerk is, predictably, typing at the speed of a snail.
âIâm here to check the status of my application,â the guy says, his voice smooth but with a distinct undercurrent of annoyance.
The clerk squints at her computer, clicks around a bit, then frowns. âUh⌠what was your name again?â
The guy rolls his eyes, but still answers with the grace of a runway model, âVil Schoenheit.â
You nearly choke. Vil Schoenheit? Isnât that, like, some kind of celebrity? Youâre pretty sure youâve seen him on billboards for fancy skincare products or something. Now youâre really trying not to stare.
âUh⌠huh,â the clerk says, now looking vaguely uncomfortable. âIt seems⌠we may have, um, misplaced your form.â
Vil stares at her, and you can practically feel the temperature in the room drop by several degrees. âMisplaced?â he repeats, his tone icy. âYou lost my form?â
âW-Well, not lost,â she stammers, âmore like, uh, temporarily⌠not found.â
Vilâs eyes narrow, and you have to hand it to himâhe makes passive-aggressive sound like an art form. âAnd how, exactly, do you plan to rectify this?â
The clerk clicks around desperately on her computer again, clearly wishing she was anywhere else. âWell, um, weâre going to have to randomly assign you a housemate. Since we donât have time to redo the whole process⌠y-youâll just have toâ Oh, wait!â She pauses, glancing between you and Vil. âYou both applied at the same time, so you can just⌠be housemates! Problem solved!â
Thereâs a beat of absolute silence as you and Vil both process this. You glance at him, and he glances back, slowly looking you up and down with the precision of someone scanning for flaws in a diamond.
Finally, he sighs, his eyes narrowing just slightly. âAcceptable.â
You blink, unsure whether you should feel insulted or⌠flattered? He says it with the same tone youâd use to describe a pair of shoes that donât quite match your outfit, but are passable in a pinch.
You donât even get the chance to respond because, letâs be real, your brain is still trying to catch up. Did Vil Schoenheit just say you were âacceptableâ as a housemate?
Honestly, though, you shrug it off. If youâre being real, as long as he stays in his room and you stay in yours, who cares if youâre housemates with a guy who looks like he bathes in designer moisturizer?
âGreat!â the clerk chirps, relieved to have avoided death by model glare. âYouâre all set, then! Enjoy your semester!â
You glance at Vil one more time, whoâs already looking like he regrets every life choice that led him here. Meanwhile, youâre just hoping he doesnât judge you for eating pizza rolls at 3 AM.
It's three days into this whole housemate arrangement with Vil, and honestly, itâs not bad. Youâve barely even crossed each otherâs paths, which works out perfectly. He does his thing, you do your thingâtotally peaceful.
You stumble out of bed one morning, still half-asleep, grab the first set of clothes you can find on the floor (youâre 90% sure these jeans donât belong to you), and zombie-walk your way to the kitchen. Youâre already 15 minutes late to class, but who cares? Time isnât real, and neither is your motivation.
As you shuffle in, you spot Vil at the counter. Heâs sitting there, back straight, eating what looks like a perfect, Instagram-worthy breakfast. Itâs all eggs and avocado toast and some kind of smoothie thatâs probably made from fruits youâve never even heard of. Heâs impeccably dressed, even though itâs like 7 AM, and you canât help but be mildly impressed. The guy is a full-time student, works as a model and actor, and still manages to look like he just walked off a red carpet.
Meanwhile, youâre over here in a mismatched hoodie and some band T-shirt from high school, hair resembling a ratâs nest, and the sheer determination of a person whoâs willing to eat raw cereal to survive.
You try to be polite, offering Vil a smile. Or at least, what you think is a smile. Itâs probably more of a grimace, to be honest. Youâre running on fumes, and it shows.
Vil glances at you, eyes narrowing like heâs silently assessing every poor life choice youâve made up to this point. Still, he says nothing, just gives a tiny nod of acknowledgment.
You head straight for the pantry, grab a box of cereal, and rip open a Red Bull. Breakfast of champions. Youâre about to pour the cereal into your mouth raw, no milk, no dignity, when suddenlyâ
SMACK.
The Red Bull flies out of your hand, clattering to the counter, and youâre left holding an empty cereal box like some kind of fool. You stare at it in shock, then turn to Vil, whoâs looking at you like you just summoned Satan.
âDude??â You blink, genuinely confused.
Vil crosses his arms, expression disgusted as he points at the stove, where there are some leftovers of whatever perfect meal he made earlier. âThat,â he says, enunciating like heâs explaining basic math to a child, âis food. What you were about to ingest is poison.â
You look between him and your spilled Red Bull. âUh, that was breakfast?â
âNo,â Vil snaps, âthat was a caffeine overdose waiting to happen. And dry cereal? Have you lost the will to live entirely?â
Youâre still processing the fact that he just slapped your breakfast out of your hands when you glance at the stove again. Your stomach growls, and, well, you guess your organs could use something that wonât actively try to kill you.
âFine,â you mutter, shuffling over to grab a plate. âBut if Iâm late to class, Iâm blaming you.â
Vil barely glances at you as you load up your plate with whatever masterpiece heâs made. âYouâre already late,â he says flatly.
â...Okay, fair.â
You sit down at the table, expecting the silence to be awkward, but itâs surprisingly chill. You eat, Vil eats, and for a brief, strange moment, itâs kind of peaceful. You didnât think breakfast could be⌠normal. Not with someone like him.
Just as you finish, Vil stands up, wipes his mouth, and gives you a small nod. âYouâre welcome,â he says, like heâs just saved your lifeâwhich, in his eyes, he probably has. Then he grabs his bag and leaves the kitchen without another word.
You sit there for a moment, fork still in your hand, feeling oddly touched. Then you glance at the clock.
Youâre now 30 minutes late to class.
Totally worth it.
You pass out at 4 a.m., your body finally giving in to the pure exhaustion that college life has inflicted on you. You're in that deep, blissful sleep when, at exactly 7 a.m., you're jolted awake by a scream so loud it feels like it rattled the entire room.
At first, you try to ignore it, desperately clinging to the last remnants of sleep. But after a moment, you groggily realize thereâs no escaping it. You groan and roll out of bed, stumbling into the hallway with all the grace of a sleep-deprived zombie, not even bothering to change out of your mismatched pajamas.
Standing outside his room, on top of a chair(???), looking absolutely frazzled, is Vil Schoenheit. Hair still perfect, but his usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by⌠well, panic?
âWhat the hell happened?â you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
Vilâs face is pale, and he gestures to the door of his room with a shaky hand. âThereâsâthereâs something in there.â
Your brain immediately jumps to the worst. An intruder? A stalker? A wild animal? Something actually dangerous? Vil shifts behind you, as you carefully open the door just enough for you to peer inside. You brace yourself, expecting to see something terrifying.
Instead, Vil points dramatically toward the floor. âThere.â
You blink. And then you see itâa cockroach. A big one, sure, but still. A cockroach.
You turn to Vil slowly, your face a mask of pure judgment. âYou woke me up⌠for this?â
Vil, now perched on a chair, crosses his arms indignantly. âItâs not about fear. Itâs about disgust. I am not touching that.â
You sigh, dragging a hand down your face. âYouâre serious, arenât you?â
He raises an eyebrow. âDo I look like Iâm joking?â
â...No. No, you donât.â
Resigned, you grab a cup and a piece of paper from the kitchen. You approach the cockroach like some kind of extermination expert, scoop it up, and open the nearest window. With one swift motion, you throw the unfortunate bug into the outside world, praying it finds a better life somewhere far, far away.
âThere,â you say, tossing the cup in the trash. âCrisis averted.â
Vil, still standing on his chair like the floor is lava, steps down carefully, brushing off his clothes with an air of dignity as if he hadnât just been screaming at a cockroach. âI wasnât scared,â he says, straightening his posture. âI was disgusted.â
You nod along, patting him on the shoulder with the patience of someone who knows itâs best not to argue. âSure. No problem. Donât worry about it.â
Vil purses his lips, his pride clearly a little bruised, but he still offers a tight smile. âThank you.â
You wave him off as you shuffle back to your room, your bed calling you back like a siren. As you flop onto the mattress, you think to yourself, He might be a diva, but damn, heâs gorgeous.
With that, you pass out again, hoping to squeeze in a couple more hours of sleep before the universe inevitably conspires to ruin your day again.
You and Vil have settled into an odd but functional arrangement. If not quite friends, youâre definitely acquaintances with benefits â and by benefits, you mean Vil keeps you from dying a slow death via your terrible diet, and in return, you serve as his on-call exterminator for the various bugs your old house seems determined to spawn. Itâs a mutual understanding, and lately, heâs stopped questioning your life decisions. Well, not as much.
One afternoon, youâre sprawled on the couch, half-asleep and doomscrolling on some social media app, when Vil clears his throat. You jolt upright, momentarily thinking youâre about to get a lecture about posture, only to find him standing there, looking at you in a way thatâs⌠almost awkward?
âWhatâs up?â you ask, genuinely curious because Vil being awkward is as rare as you cooking anything edible.
Without a word, he hands you an invitation, embossed with gold lettering and all. It's for a performance competition on campus. The kicker? Vilâs participating.
âYou want me to come?â you ask, surprised.
He waves a hand, trying to look nonchalant. âOnly if youâre available,â he says, but thereâs a slight tremor in his voice. Heâs trying to play it cool, but the slightest hint of tension betrays him.
You have no plans (unless eating ramen at 2 a.m. counts), so you agree. âSure, Iâll come.â
The day of the competition arrives, and you actually dress like a normal human being for once. Vil didnât give you any kind of ultimatum about your outfit, but you figure you should at least try to look like you belong among the living.
Youâre in the front row â of course, Vil had VIP tickets to a performance competition. The crowd is buzzing, but youâve barely noticed because your attention is glued to the stage.
Vil appears, bathed in light, and you swear youâve just glimpsed into heaven. His voice is smooth and captivating, his moves are graceful, and his gaze? One hundred percent lethal. Itâs almost unfair. Heâs the kind of performer that could turn someone to stone with a look.
Youâre standing there, feeling the ridiculous urge to brag to the people around you that heâs your roommate. âYeah, thatâs right, I share a bathroom with that guy.â
Then, Neige LeBlanche takes the stage. Now, youâve heard the hype. Neige is the campus sweetheart, the kind of guy who probably smiles at babies and rescues kittens from trees. If Vil is the untouchable beauty you admire from afar, Neige is the best friend youâd want by your side, also weirdly gorgeous.
You expect another powerhouse performance. Youâre bracing yourself for it. And then⌠he starts singing.
Wait.
Is Neige⌠singing a nursery rhyme?
You blink. The crowd is eating it up, swaying along like theyâve been hypnotized. Meanwhile, youâre just standing there, dumbfounded, the only person in the front row not bopping along.
You glance around, jaw practically on the floor. Is everyone here insane? The man is singing something that you swear you heard at preschool.
And then it happens. Neige wins. The audience erupts into cheers, and you think the universe is playing a cosmic joke on you. What the actualâ?
âWhat the fuck?â The words slip out before you can stop them, loud enough that the people around you turn to stare. Apparently, your disbelief is showing. You even catch Vilâs eye for a moment, and he smirks weakly at your outburst, but itâs clear the loss stung. A little part of you feels something unfamiliarâanger on someone elseâs behalf.
You donât even stay for the encore. Itâs either leave or throw something at the stage, and youâd rather not get banned from campus events. You march out of the hall, still fuming.
Later, when Vil returns, you can see it in the slight slump of his shoulders. The air of perfection is still there, but itâs a little cracked around the edges. That anger bubbles up again.
But you have a plan. A master plan.
Vilâs been telling you for weeks that youâd look decent if you just took care of yourself, and youâve been brushing him off like the human disaster you are. But tonight, for him? Youâre willing to make a sacrifice.
So, when he looks at you, barely meeting your eyes, you blurt out, âYou can do whatever you want to me.â
His eyes widen slightly. âWhat?â
âWhatever creams, lotions, skincare productsâyou want to use on me. Go wild. Iâll be your project for the night.â
Vilâs expression lights up like a kid who just found out Christmas came early. You didnât think it was possible for someone to get this excited about transforming you from a crusty goblin into a passable human, but here we are. And honestly? You kinda owe him at least this much, considering he makes sure you donât die from malnutrition.
The next hour is nothing short of war. Vil is aggressively applying products to your face like heâs trying to sandpaper your soul clean. His focus is deadly serious, his hands precise as he rubs some fancy serum onto your skin.
Between all the smearing of moisturizers and the occasional Ow!, the two of you start talking. Or rather, you start griping about Neigeâs performance.
âI mean, seriously? A nursery rhyme?â you groan, rolling your eyes.
Vil huffs, his fingers moving swiftly over your cheeks. âDonât remind me. The judges clearly have no taste. What kind of competition rewards⌠that?â
âRight? I was ready to riot. Your performance was likeâŚâ You search for the right words as he smears something cold on your forehead. âIt was like watching art come to life, and then he goes and sings Twinkle Twinkle and everyone acts like he just reinvented music.â
Vil laughsâan actual laugh, something deep and genuine that makes the tension in his shoulders ease a little. âYou sound like you wanted to run on stage and throw him off.â
âMaybe I did,â you mutter, wincing as he pats something into your skin a little too enthusiastically. âHonestly, the only reason I didnât is because I didnât want to get banned from campus events.â
By the time heâs finished, Vil steps back to admire his work like an artist assessing a freshly painted canvas. âThere,â he says, his voice softer now. âYou look⌠acceptable.â
âWow, high praise,â you snort, but thereâs a smile tugging at your lips. âThanks, Vil.â
He smiles back, something quieter and more genuine. âThank you.â
You wave him off, already heading to your phone. âSo⌠delivery tonight? Iâm thinking chicken?â
Vil wrinkles his nose. âNot fried. How about sushi?â
âDeal,â you grin.
As you place the order, you canât help but thinkâyeah, maybe you and Vil are friends now. Weird, slightly dysfunctional friends. But friends, nonetheless.
Youâve been working on this project for months. Countless sleepless nights, caffeine-fueled coding sessions, and a pile of stress larger than your student loan debt have led to this moment. Itâs crunch time. Youâre this close to submitting your final assignment. You think you deserve a break, so you go to order a coffeeâjust 10 minutes, tops.
But when you come back? Your laptop, your precious laptop, is gone.
You look around in disbelief. This canât be happening. Someone stole it. The weeks of coding, months of planning, your entire project, everything. Gone.
You do the only thing you can think of when life throws you a sucker punch like this: you go drink.
Youâre a few shots deep when your phone buzzes. Itâs Vil. Heâs asking, âAre you going to be home for dinner?â His voice is sharp, but you canât even string together a coherent answer. You let out some garbled mess of a response thatâs more slurred syllables than actual words.
Thereâs a pause, then a very clear âSend me your location. Now.â
Vil shows up at the bar like heâs stepped out of a luxury fashion magazine, a vision of elegance in this grimy little dive. Youâre nursing what can only be described as a sad excuse for a cocktail, and he just gives you this lookâdisapproving, concerned, and about two seconds away from reading you the riot act.
He doesnât say a word as he helps you out of the bar and drives you home. You can barely sit upright in the passenger seat, mumbling something about losing your laptop. Youâre not even sure if he hears you.
Back at home, Vil sits you down on the couch and hands you a glass of water. âDrink,â he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You sip the water, slowly sobering up, though your mind is still a mess. Meanwhile, Vil is pacing back and forth like an actor in a drama, preparing for his monologue. And then it comes. Heâs yelling at you, frustration and worry bubbling up to the surface.
âWhat are you doing to yourself? Why are you so determined to self-destruct?!â he demands. âYou eat like garbage, you barely sleep, you pass out at random hours of the morning, and now youâre drinking like youâre on some kind of mission to obliterate your liver!â
You canât take it anymore. His words break something inside you, and you just⌠fall apart. Tears stream down your face, and you sob, unable to hold it together any longer.
Vil immediately stops pacing, his expression softening in an instant. He crouches down in front of you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. âWhy are you crying?â he asks, his voice now quiet, almost tender.
You try to explain between hiccupping sobs. âMy laptopâitâs gone. I⌠I worked so hard, and now itâs all gone. Someone stole it.â
Without hesitation, Vil pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. âItâs okay,â he murmurs, his voice soothing. âWeâll figure it out.â He holds you like he can somehow undo the theft, like he can bring back whatâs lost just by being there. And in that moment, you cling to him, sobbing into his shoulder as if the world could collapse around you and it wouldnât matter because heâs holding you together.
You wake up hours later, still curled up on the couch, with a hangover so brutal it could bring empires to their knees. But somethingâs off. You realize youâre not just lying on the couchâno, youâre lying on someoneâs lap.
You blink and look up. Vilâs sitting there, talking softly on the phone, one hand gently patting your head. You try to make sense of it, but the pounding in your skull makes that nearly impossible.
âNo, Rook, I donât care how you do it. Just find it.â Vil says into the phone, his hand still idly resting on your head. He doesnât seem too concerned about you waking upâif anything, he seems almost like heâs daring you to go back to sleep.
And you do.
The next time you wake up, itâs to the worldâs loudest human: Rook Hunt.
âAh, mon ami, I come bearing treasures!â he announces as he swoops into the room, a grin plastered across his face. In his hands? Your laptop.
You sit up, blinking in disbelief. âWhatâŚ? How did you get my laptop?â
Rook flashes you a sly smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. âAh, it was no small feat, but for Vilâs amourââ
âRook!â Vil snaps, cutting him off with a glare that could freeze fire. âThatâs enough.â
You look between them, still not fully understanding what just happened, but youâre too relieved to care. You practically leap off the couch and grab your laptop, hugging it to your chest like itâs your long-lost child.
Before you can stop yourself, you turn and hug Rook, then Vil, a huge grin spreading across your face. Then, in a moment of pure, unfiltered gratitude, you kiss him on the cheek. âThank you.â
Vil blinks, momentarily stunned by the gesture, but before he can say anything, youâre already dashing back to your room to finish your assignment.
As you shut the door, you can hear Rookâs laughter from the other side.
âYouâre impossible,â he mutters to himself, but thereâs a warmth in his eyes. Maybe you are a walking disaster, a self-destructive potato. But youâre his favorite potato.
Itâs finally the end of the semester, and a little notification pops up on your phone: Housing Applications Now Open.
If you apply now, you could get your old dorm backâno housemate, no interruptions, just you and your tragic life decisions. No one telling you to eat healthy or waking you up at ungodly hours over insect-related emergencies. Just you, alone, in your beautifully chaotic mess. And Vil? Heâd probably go back to wherever he was before, maybe with someone like Rook who actually knows how to behave like a normal person.
You should be thrilled by this prospect. A whole apartment to yourself again. But instead, your stomach is doing weird somersaults, and not the normal âI forgot to eat breakfastâ ones. This feels... different. Kind of like the time you ate that suspicious leftover curry, except this time itâs your heart that feels like itâs about to implode.
Oh. Oh no.
You sit there for a solid 10 minutes, staring at the housing application, feeling something suspiciously like heartbreak. And being the impulsive disaster that you are, you decide the best thing to do is to blurt out your feelings without any consideration for how unhinged it might sound.
So when Vil comes home, looking elegant and put-together as always, ready to greet you with his usual "Good evening..." you donât even let him finish. You jump up, and before you can second-guess yourself, you blurt out, "Iâm in love with you. Deeply. Hopelessly. In love."
Vil freezes mid-step, his eyebrows shooting up so fast they might actually fly off his face. Thereâs a solid beat of silence as he processes what you just said.
ââŚExcuse me?â He blinks, looking like you just told him you set the kitchen on fire again. âWhat did you just say?â
You gulp but thereâs no backing out now. Youâve committed. âI said Iâm in love with you. Like... seriously. I think you mightâve ruined me for life.â
Vil stares at you, and for a second, youâre terrified that youâve broken him. But thenâhe laughs. He laughs so hard he doubles over, clutching his sides like you just told the worldâs best joke.
You blink, baffled. âUh... you good?â
Vil wipes at the corner of his eyes, still chuckling. âOh, potatoâŚâ He takes a deep breath, shaking his head, amusement still dancing in his eyes. âI love you too, you ridiculous creature.â
âWait, what?â Now itâs your turn to stare in shock.
Vil sighs, but thereâs a fond smile on his lips. âI was going to ask if you wanted to room together again next semester. But, you know... in a better apartment. One without bugs or whatever demons this place keeps spawning.â
You blink once, twice, processing his words. He wanted to room with you again? In a better place? Your heart does a little flip in your chest, and before you can stop yourself, youâre grinning like an idiot. âOh, hell yeah.â
Without thinking, you pull him close and kiss him. Itâs quick and impulsive, but somehow it feels right. When you pull back, you find Vil smiling at you with something soft in his eyes, like heâs genuinely content.
âMaybe I donât wanna die young after all,â you mutter, mostly to yourself.
Vil raises an eyebrow, his smile widening. âThatâs a start. Now, go drink some water before you pass out from dehydration.â
You laugh, content for the first time in forever. Maybe this whole âlifeâ thing wasnât so bad after all. At least, not when you had Vil by your side.
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