#but then. just some girl in your class?.... thats too real you sound too much like this lesbianism thing isnt a joke to get boys

[dyouknowwhatimean-archive]

so funny when i'm talking about being attracted to such or such celebrity and the other person says something like "really? i mean she looks good and everything but she's not that special she looks like any normal girl" you'll never guess what i think of "goodlooking just normal girls in real life"

[0littleladybug0]

haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw

YES I CANNN!!!

this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭

Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help

Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!

DNI IF NSFW

It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.

Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.

The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.

You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.

Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.

So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.

You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.

"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"

The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.

you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.

And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.

"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.

"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."

You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.

"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."

"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.

Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.

"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.

He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"

God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.

After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.

You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.

"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.

"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.

You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.

"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.

"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.

He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.

he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.

He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.

"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.

You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.

You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.

After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.

You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.

"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.

That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.

Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.

"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.

Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.

"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.

You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.

You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.

You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.

You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.

But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.

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[wormbloggign]

genuinely interested in what taylors reading here, assuming it isnt required reading for school since the prt seems to have regulations on and about juvenile capes

i wonder if its twilight?

self care!!! (she would not give herself this kind of time off if she werent in prison)

taylors back to her favourite pastime again!

the logistics around this would be very funny to figure out, though i pity the sap that has to change the bug-ket when it gets full

that explains how quickly they got it, i had assumed dragon was just being creepy and had pre-made the hero!skitter costume in the hopes it came up.

this way is probably better

...

yeah, nah that's not gonna work. "mistakes" is doing a bit too much heavy lifting on your part armsdealer

he is staying as STILL as POSSIBLE (goofy guy behaviour)

so were currently 2 for 2 on PRT non-cape fuckheads, lets see how he holds up! (either way i somehow doubt he is long for this world)

Mrs Yamada. I like where you're coming from but therapy + 10 judgemental onlookers might not be the best call.

aw fuck hes getting downright endearing

REAL (clockblocker has shot up to S tier)

WORLDS SLIMIEST MAN (its nice that hes on taylors side but like wow this guy is shit)

GIRL!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SPOT CHECKING!!

she does not give up on her hobbies gd

dont worry, all im doing is setting up a large scale surveillance state, perfectly ethically and legally sound.

okay ignore any bad ting i may have ever expected to say about glenn.

THIS MAN GETS IT

YES!!!

WERE GETTING DOWN THE PRESENTATION!!!!

the dissonance is too powerful for him, he's seen taylor at some of her most nightmariest highs and now she's going through the same public relations hoops he had to

i really wasnt trying to find him this charming, i really wasnt

taylor drops ONE (1) bugfact and suddenly shes getting called a nerd. maybe the endbringers are right, we really should kill them all

d-doesn't he go to classes on exacty this?

what am i saying, he wouldnt pay attention in school

yes actually, 'disturbing' does suit your swarm of insects quite well as an adjective

i get that we're supposed to be a little annoyed at the constant micromanaging but i expected theyd do at least this much, im surprised she didnt get some media training beforehand, theyre being pretty hands off, all things considered.

maybe thats because they want her to fail though :(

eyyyy! thats... deeply disturbing as a heroes one-liner actually. maybe take some more time workshopping that

oh that's nice, her bugs worked to break concentration, this is a fight against dnd wizards

LETS GET ELDRITCH BABEYYY

unbe-weaver-ble

i do love how hard theyre commited to the bit though

legitimately sick burn

had to be done, glenn wont be happy though

B)

“Taylor Hebert?  On the issue with the bug population of my facility, I feel it would be a very bad idea to provide you with a caustic substance to give your bugs, given what your file says you achieved with capsaicin.  I had a bug zapper purchased, and you should be able to access it with each and every one of your tiny soldiers.  I expect to see it used, understand?”

(moving to copy paste bc tumblr says no more screenshots)

immensely funny solution

The spiders, I kept on hand, directing them to the burned corpses.  They could breed, in time, and I could put them somewhere where they wouldn’t encounter any people. Breaking the rules, maybe, but it was something to occupy my thoughts.  It made me feel just a little safer, a little more like myself.

its gonna be so funny when the wardens find the underground spider breeding ring

[wherewilligofromhere]

lost

so i know i literally do not have a following on here at all but i am gonna kind of use it as a vent or a dump space right now, and if you see this and it resonates with you maybe consider staying? i know i dont post a lot but at times its because i feel like i literally have nothing to give that people dont already have or see in their own lives. i feel like the lack of originality has caught up with me. i despise the fact that the interent has shown every person every person. i hate that you have to break your back and bleed yourself try to inovate even a speck of originality. and everyone will come for you and try to prove you wrong.

anyways. thats slightly tangenty but ties into another point. i want friends. i have no friends. i used to crave a group of girls or some people i could catch up with at the cafe or the store. but its to the point where unless it was my partner, i have no one, not one person, i could pick up the phone and randomly call, with no warning, no real reason, and to just talk. i have literally no one. none. is that my fault? probably. but i feel like i weird people out, im too much for people, they think or are so different from me. i feel so isolated in a world where we all see aspects of eachother lives if we even glance at our phones.

i crave late night phone calls. imessage games. playing cards agains humanity, online or in person. i crave deep conversations, intellectual conversations, but i also crave those "girl listen up" conversations. i crave the connection that has left me every single time my entire life.

i look at everyone elses life online knowing my mediocresy and general offputting vibe would never be enough.

i am no ones best friend, and i have no best friend.

i get so scared leaving comments (yes COMMENTS!) on posts because what if im coming off the wrong way, what if this sounds weird, im being so fake, none of them are anything like you.

i cant communicate or reach out in discord servers.

my social anxiety (which at this point is just directly derivative of my ASD) prevents me from talking to others if theres even the chance they know im a human and im me. discord, comments, dms, compliments in class, let alone an offer to get coffee or head to the library to study.

i will never have late night on roof top parking garages with wine and music, surrounded by the people i love and who love me back.

i will never have days where we have been in the water so long all of our fingers are raisins, and we can run towards the towel with sandwichs and cocktails waiting for us.

how does one survive, being the most offputting and generaly confusing person in a room, yet the lonliest. the most deprived.

comment if you'd like, comment if this resonates, and comment to say hi. please. please please please dont be like me. talk. and it doesnt even have to be here. talk to people, leave that comment, send that dm, make that post.

[bellysoupset]

SOUP‼️‼️ RAHHH THIS FIC THO😭😭😭 i cannot explain to you how excited i was about this one AND GOSH IT WAS SO FREAKING AMAZING AS ALWAYSSSS 😩 you’re so freaking talented bro the POWER your writing and your OCs have over me is INSANE i think i’m hyperfixated on them bc i’ve been rereading so many of your old fics but i’ve also been daydreaming about your OCs like everyday when i walk to class djcvnfdvndfjvnsfjv sorry if thats weird gosh i just love them so much ahhhh <3333

wen’s parents are so awful ugh but also in such a particular way?? like the way they were just so emotionally distant and then managed to bombard poor vin w so many awkward questions while remaining kinda respectful? but they were also so passive aggressive the whole time?? like i started side eyeing them from the start when they were introducing themselves😤 but also this passive aggressiveness + the distant (too) formal vibes they gave off is so fitting given the backstory you gave for wendy a while ago!!! like it made so much sense!! OH and omg the AUDACITY to ask vince about immigration and then saying “legally?” like MA’AM???????? and AGH the way he kept trying to ignore how bad he was feeling and the way he kept trying to impress them and omfg how upset he was when he was in the bathroom like the TEARS goshhhh i can’t 😭 he was so miserable and omg THE TOWEL and then wen being so careful and respectful and SWEET like baby girl is so freaking PRECIOUS i love her sm 😭😭😭😭

and then vince bringing up the ED and wen just telling him everything 😩🫶🏽 even the attempt omfg SOB i wanna hug little wen and tell her she’s so loved and nothing’s wrong w her bc baby was HURTING 🥺 PLS AND THEN THE “you’re a football player, Vince, i was expecting to get hate crimed” SHE WAS SO REAL FOR THAT KANCJSJSJDJWJWB 💀 and AYEEE the end was ADORABLEEEEE

ALSO going back to the parents, i was SO curious as to how you were gonna approach her relationship with them!! like i didn’t know if you were gonna make her be super “submissive” i guess or more outspoken and i honestly LOVED the way you wrote her in this context‼️ like clearly quieter and less outspoken/goofy/bubbly than she normally is, but still very much herself. like it didn’t seem like she was letting the comments get to her too much? and the way she called her mom out whenever she asked that insane question!!!!! and not caring about her parent’s reactions/thoughts after what happened and literally just worried/concerned about vin!!! just focusing on calling the car and getting the fuck outta there!!!!! like YAS that’s my girl and ESPECIALLY given all her backstory i’m SO PROUD OF HER and her growth and how much healing she’s done to get to where she is now😭🫶🏽

THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY FEELINGS WITH YOUR WRITING❤️‍🩹 you’re insanely talented and i will never stop saying it‼️🫶🏽

🦦

Otter, I can never answer to your comments except for just staring at them in awe. Please never change, these gotta be half the reason I write nowadays.

I know Wendy is your girl and I was sooo nervous about the backstory fic, so I'm happy all the emotional beats came through!

I like to imagine Wendy's parents don't see themselves as bad people and, worst of all, they really wouldn't come across as bad people on paper! Which made Wendy sound very "complaining just to complain" during her teen years, because what do you mean your parents suck?

I really enjoyed working through their mundane shade of being sucky people. And man, pooor Vince!! He's such a stronghold, I broke my own heart making him cry.

And LOL at the "hate crimed" comment, I had that line written since I decided I was gonna pair up Wendy/Vin. I think I wrote and rewrote a fic multiple times where she worried about him being a transphobe or not, but eventually I scrapped it all. Glad I could save the line! I imagine it took some prodding from Jonah, vouching for Vince, to actually get them together. Not that Jon will ever own up to it.

!! Finally, eternally happy to have you commenting on these fics, you caught up on all of Wendy's little tells, on how she's outgrown her parents and she's like "over them". I feel so blessed to have people so invested in these characters 😭

Have THE best day Otter!

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ he's an all american boy!

content: american football player! jason grace x reader

╰┈▸ back cover: mortal! au; part I | part II

warnings: cursing (sorry guys), kinda random non-linear plot (but its hcs so its fine)

librarian's annotations: guys help i need a song title/lyric that fits this so it can be my title

also IM GOING FERAL I THINK THE ANGST MADE ME INSANE SO THIS IS HOW I COPE can you guys tell im projecting by the way ppl fawn over him in this

bro is actually hotshot #1

right when he walks into the school he is BOMBARDED with students like theyre papparazi

hes just

tall, handsome, buff- what more could a girl want?? (there are other criteria he meets but we'll get to that later)

the picture perfect quarterback straight from a damn movie

NOT TO MENTION HES NOT SOME COCKY JERK

at first ppl were like "omg hes so hot but im not gonna go up to him cause what if hes mean???"

and then he goes up to them and hes all shy like

"excuse me? i need to get to my locker, sorry if i interrupted your conversation." and hes scratching the back of his neck and smiling awkwardly

HEART EYES

word spreads fast in hs yall already know

so when everyone finds out hes not only tall, handsome and buff but also KIND??

head over heels

and hes not exactly oblivious to it but hes not fully aware of it either

probably like "oh yea a lot of ppl talk to me idk why tho its probably cause my friends are popular"

bby you’re the most popular out of your friends don’t even

hes such a good student too

teachers love him

hes everyones golden boy fr (especially mine teehee)

usually sits in the front of the class unless his friends make him sit with them in the back

then he pulls out his glasses that he keeps in its case, even having the lil wipe thing folded neatly

cue shocked gasps

"omg you wear glasses?"

"do you need to clean them? here have my handkerchief!" ("who even are you can't you see he has one")

"those suit you so well!"

his ears turn red at the sudden burst of attention and he laughs nervously, muttering his thanks

even the teacher wasnt mad at the disruption bc who would get mad at jason?

(he got little nudges from his friends after)

you guys know that one jock whose actually a nerd x nerd trope???

i dont even know if it exists but it sounds cute anyway

thats you and jason

he had his first conversation- if you could call it that, at the library when you guys were abt to grab the same book (ugh so cliche right)

being the gentleman he was, he let you have it

to which you tried to refute but he INSISTED

"oh, y/n it's yours. i'll just get a different one."

which got you a little intimidated bc who wouldnt be intimidated by a 6'2 jock thats the talk of the town

you thanked him profusely and scampered away

wait did he just say my name? how does he even know who i am?

that probably kept you up at night

like "oh my god did i just embarrass myself in front of THE jason grace???? did i walk away weird?"

little did you know that the jason grace was awake that same night

"did i scare her?? why did she look like that when i said her name? did my voice crack? did she think i was weird cause my hand brushed against hers? oh my god my hand brushed against hers.."

started noticing you EVERYWHERE after that

like he knew you guys were in some classes tgt

but he finds that he passes by you SO many times in the hallway

and somehow spots you at a table across the library

was that your usual spot? was this his usual spot now?

like what?? his delusional never-had-a-real-gf-because-that-one-time-he-dated-his-friend-she-turned-out-to-be-a-lesbian ass thinks its fate

very much influenced by all the books he reads (NO he does not read romance he simply finds an interesting book that HAPPENS to have romance)

(and if he did, WHAT OF IT HUH??? THEY COUNT AS BIG BOY BOOKS OKAY)

i have this headcanon that he remembers the name of everyone in his classes because he was always forgettable as a kid and no one really knew his name cause he was so quiet (or he tries really hard to remember because he has this aching feeling that in another timeline he could never remember)

so he doesnt want to make others feel that way and yea

BACK TO HOW HOT HE IS

(stealing part of this from my earlier rant)

its late, hes tired, but hes back in the library to cram for his test tomorrow

so unlike him, usually hed be on top of things, but his minds been on some... other things. persons. person.

hes still sweaty and sore from football practice, having (literally) ran straight here after changing

throws his bag down (quietly of course, he's not some brute) and takes out like three different notebooks, his worn pencil case from freshman year, and his glasses

jason slides them on, pushing it up the bridge of his nose as he gets up and searches for the textbooks he needs

he knows its more comfortable and less time-consuming to just study at home, after all he already has loaner textbooks given out at the start of the school year, but something in his heart wanted him to drag his beat ass here and work

and good thing too, because he sees a familiar hand grab a book from the other side of the bookshelf

not that he just knows what your hand looks like, that'd be weird

it reveals your beautiful eyes, ones jason would love to see closer

he smiles at you from the crack in the bookshelf, murmuring a soft "hello"

you think you just saw an angel with the way the warm light crowned his head

but when you offer to help him study??? he thinks he fell in love

you were his SAVIOR

thanked you a billion times every other sentence and fumbled over his words cause hes never talked with you for this long

his ears are bright red even though the ac in the library was always to the max

also how is he wearing just a shirt

not that you minded though, it gave you a chance to ogle at the way the fabric was fighting for its life to keep him under wraps

and daydream about fantasies that shall not be named (one involving a pink bow around his bicep)

you dont know how long you were helping and how long you spent daydreaming

you hoped you werent being too obvious (it was very, very obvious but jason was too focused to notice)

it felt like mere minutes when jason looks up, a tired but accomplished look on his face

he thanks you one last time, saying he'll make it up to you

you couldnt help but feel disappointed until the fatigue from the day hits you like a bus

he offers to take you home, saying it was too dark out, and that it wouldnt be safe

god, hes such a gentleman

you take him up on the offer as you did NOT plan on dying a virgin

walks you to your door too, can he get any better???

apparently he can because after he got his scores back for his tests, he rushes to you with a bright smile and presents them like a child with their artwork

”i got a hundred! it’s all thanks to you, you’re a really great study buddy!”

of fucking course he gives the credit to you how is he so humble??

like that was alllll him you just sat there and admired the view (so real for that)

after that he practically begs you to go to his next game, saying he'll return the favor by playing extra hard for you

(can he be extra hard for me tho)

you needed no convincing because a. hes jason grace. end of question. (and b, you know his ass would look great in his uniform GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY)

he even said he’ll treat you if your school wins (which should be the other way around, but he again, insists)

they won, to absolutely no one’s surprise

took you to a cute lil cafe where you guys got drinks and sandwiches

then he overthinks it before bed cause he didn’t make it sound like a date but he really wanted it to be but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same and-

when you guys do start dating, everyones jealous but they cant bear to hate because you guys are just so cute together (bonus if youre short cause height difference couple !!)

he tried to keep it secret cause he didnt want to get you overwhelmed with a bunch of attention, but its obvious to everyone hes extra soft with you

he thought he was being sneaky when he slowly shifted his usual seat day by day to be closer to you so it wouldnt be obvious (spoiler: it was)

you assured him you were okay with your relationship being public if he was okay with it too

of course he is how can he NOT want you by his side forever

he sees his friends give their gfs their jersey to wear to their games and is like “i so want that” but he’s too shy to ask youu

but it’s written all over his face as you catch him staring intently at the way his friend hands over his spare jersey to his girlfriend when they think no one was looking

so, being the great girlfriend you are, took it upon yourself to ask him for it

which he gave to you a blushing, stuttering mess

the next game, he was worried

where were you? you weren’t usually this late; the game was about to start and he didn’t even get a good luck kiss yet!

he knows it’s probably nothing strange, that you’re just running late, but he can’t help but worry

the whistle blows and he sighs, getting into position, but not before sneaking one last glance at the bleachers

his sky blue eyes found you instantly, and was that-?

you were wearing his jersey, practically swimming in it as you waved your arm excitedly.

he broke into a wide smile, unfortunately hidden by his helmet, and waved back at you, forgetting all about the game for a moment until his friend whacked him upside the head

he buzzed with anticipation, wanting to just hurry and finish so he could run to you and spin you in his arms

you were his driving motive as he scored touchdown after touchdown, never letting the other team bridge the gap in their points

his team wins unsurprisingly, and the first thing he does is throw down his helmet and run to you, tackling you gently

he sweeps you off your feet and kisses you as you spin, giggles muffled by his lips

hes sweaty and sticky but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, the way his smile lights up the world is all that matters

and he knows that you’re his world, and he’d do anything to make you light up

[thoughts-of-a-10th-grader]

Day 29

I don't want to hear 12 hours of the day how hard your goddamn life is. Don't get me wrong, I do not mind people talking to me and venting, I'm fine with that. But when it's the only conversation topic we have, and you take me away from other conversations just to complain it makes me really want to stop talking to you. And you can't make up your mind either. You're so happy one minute, and then the next minute your life is horrible and you're so depressed and you want to die. I get mood swings, like I understand, but please don't rub (and that's what she's doing, I'm not over exaggerating, she's doing it on purpose) how happy you are in my face because of all these reasons then go back on them and talk about how your life sucks and you hate everything. And for the love of god stop putting words in my fucking mouth. I don't hate your relationship with your boyfriend. I never said that. I don't think this thing, you just picked and chose what words you listened too. Your life isn't as unfair as you say it is. This sounds really mean but this girl tells me everything and complains about her af average life. And acts like she has it the worst. She talks about herself so much that she barely knows ANYTHING about me. I know so many little details of her life and she can't tell you what my favorite color is. And she talks to me and complains and when I give her advice she just ignores it. I tell her my opinion and she ignores me. She treats me like a brick wall. There are so many people I want to be better friends with but I can't because if I leave her side for a second to talk to someone else I don't care about her, and she pulls me away from talking to them so she can complain some more. We never have conversations it's just her talking about her life. Complaining, putting words in my mouth, rubbing her boyfriend in my face. I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE HAS A BF. JUST STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE ABOUT IT. I even like her boyfriend, he's cool! Funny! But she just makes fun of me for being single and I don't even care that I'm single. I don't need anyone. I don't need a relationship. And shes a horrible gf. He opened up and talked about her feelings to him and she made it about her and not in the "I'm trying to tell you your not alone" way. He told her about something and she said "So I'm not enough for you?" BITCH ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WHAT THE FUCK?! It pisses me off how she treats him.

CAN WE PLEASE JUST HAVE A CONVERSATION THAT'S NOT ABOUT YOU?! ASK ME ANYTHING ABOUT MYSELF. TALK ABOUT ANYTHING YOUVE WATCHED OR SEEN RECENTLY . JUST HAVE A FUCKING PERSONALITY THATS NOT "the world revolves around me!" SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR. SHE TRIES TO BE FUNNY AND ITS THE DRIEST SHIT EVER. ALL SHE DOES IS LAUGH AT MY JOKES. SHE HAS NO SENSE OF HUMOR OR PERSONALITY. I WANT TO DROP HER BUT I CANT. IM STUCK IN THIS FRIENDSHIP AND I WANT OUT. BUT I CANT BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY CLASSES WITH HER AND I AM NEAR HER JUST EVERYWHERE. And me dropping her would start shit. And I can't do that anymore. I'm so tired. I don't want this anymore. JUST SHUT UP. I DON'T CARE. I WANT A REAL FRIEND. NOT TO BE A BRICK WALL FOR YOU TO KICK AND CRY ON.

[hongjoongscafe]

I am so freaking excited for the next bloody love update 😁 i hope you are doing well ..it is getting kinda hot these days and i have been having too much icecream and iced coffies lol i think i am gonna die ..but it is my guilty pleasure 😅 do you have any favorite flavour you love ? For me it is hard tp choose i can basically enjoy anything as long as it screams ICECREAM!! Get some sleep too incase you are not 🤧 cuz if i dont get 7 hrs of sleep , my body and mind cant function the same ..i look like walking dead 🙂🥲 with the whole dark circles and the concealer thingy ..so dont feel obliged to update ..update if you want to ..i just want to tell you that cuz i feel like it becomes more of a chore than a hobby or escape ..yk like authors just get too deep in this shit that they began to lose themselves and then it just feels burdensome and tiring for them to write ..i just want every writer to get inspired , be happy with whatever she is writing and provide content she wants to not bcz she feels obliged and is overworking herself /himself ☺️ if you are not doing this ,thats completely fine then but i wanted to let you know that you have readers who care about you and also see you as a human being, who is real and living her life not only some tumblr writer who writes dark fics ..❤️ i love your writings

Sincerely

-🧜‍♀️ anon

*Also about the detailed scene of dark lord jeon , i would kill for that please do write that ..dont blame me👁👄👁 even you cant deny that this scenario sounds so hot yet so creepy at the same time shoo

* i dont know if this whole shit is making any sense but english is not my first language SORRY!

Ahhh, really? I'm glad that you are excited🥹. It is getting too hot. Going to college is so horrible these days. I felt like I might pass out due to the horrible heat🥲. I bring my hand fan with me now. Ah, add more water to it as well! Stay hydrated. If it is ice cream, I LOVE chocolate (basic but I love it). And I'm not a big caffeine consumer. So, a nice homemade iced coffee (Indian domestic style) is just perfect😌. I think there are so many flavours to explore when it comes to ice cream, I'm all in for it!

I'm not gonna lie, my sleeping schedule is just so messy. I thought when my classes will start, it will be fine, but nooooo😭. Same girl🥺 I have started to use concealer as well. It's just too much at one time. I appreciate you looking out for me. I'm not gonna lie, these days I'm an emotional wreck. I haven't gotten anything done with fiction. I'm literally writing a line or two every day. You are so true! It does become a chore at one point. I had to step back for a while but now I realized that I do this for fun and I don't earn anything from this and I can delay it and write when I feel like it the most. Slow updates are now my thing. Writing definitely can be burdensome especially when you put in so much effort but the outcome is kinda not as expected. Now I keep my expectations low but readers like you make it much more amazing.

This brought tears to my eyes. I have been so emotional and questioning every single thing in my life. So seeing this ask just made it a whole lot better. I love that you understand that I have a real life and can't be separated from that.

Side note that no one asked: I now have a great friends circle. So, I like to give them some time as well! Anddd👀 my result for the second semester came in a few hours ago, I came third🥹!

Thank you so much, pretty anon! I love you so much 💓💓

Ahhh, I am writing that part. I wrote some of it, rest I will write it tomorrow. I hope you will like it. But you guys definitely have to wait for a week or something (I'm sorry about that🥺)

Girl! Stop! You just made my day. It was perfect! I really REALLY appreciate you. Thank you so much, anon! I hope you have a great day/night💓💓😘

[soyeonna]

NUH UH I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE WHENEVER I SEE YOUR LITTLE MESSAGES OR YOUR REPOSTS I GIGGLE LIKE A LITTLE KID AND ITS SO SO SO AWKWARD BECAUSE THEN MY CLASSMATE FRIENDS PEOPLE ASK ME WHY IM LAUGHING AND ITS SO AKWARD YOU MAKE MY DAY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MORE AAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I ALSO JUST FINISHED NEVERMORE AVAIALBLE NON FAST PASS CHAPTERS I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I. LOVE. IT. I LOVE FANTASY AND POWERS AND ACTION AND EVERYTHIGN MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS LIKE DUKE OR LENORE I LOVE THEM THE SCRUNKLIES. LENORE AND ANNA DIVORCE ARC BETTER NOT LAST I WILL LITERALLY SCREAM BUT THEYRE BACKSTORY IS SO CUTE OMG LENORE LITERALLY COMMIT ARSON AND DISGUISED HERSELF AS A DUDE WITH A FAMILY AND EVERYTHING TO MEET ANNABELLE AGAIN THEYRE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM BUT WHY ANNABELLE WHY WOULD YOU DO DUKE LIKE THAT I STILL DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IM SO CURIOUS WHYD SHE DO THAT I MEAN ITS IN CHARACTER BUT WHY DDDDD: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. EULALIA IS SO SO SO SO SO COOL HER ABAILITY IS SO COOL I WASNT EXPECTING IT BUT I LIKE HER SPECTRE THE MOST OUT OF THE ONES WE SEE RIGHT NOW I LOVE HER ABILITY BUT NOW LENORE IS THE INKY ONE THAT HASNT MANIFESTED IN HER LITTLE GROUP SO IM EXPECTING VERY VERY GRAND MANIFESTATION OR NONE AT ALL BECAUSE OF SOME BIGGER REASON IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!,! I WILL DO WHATEVER I NEED TO TO PAY BACK THE DEBT !,!,!

ANYWAYS IM SADDENED AND PLEASED TO SAY THAT I AM NOT 14 OR 15!! BOOM IM 13. GOD I SOUND SO YOUNG. I SWEAR IM NOT THAT DUMB THOUGH IM ALMOST STARTING HIGH SCHOOL AND SHSAT RESULTS COME OUT THIS THURSDAY SO THATS WHEN MY PARENTS DECIDE WHETEHER I DIE OR NOT!:!,!! WIHS ME LUCK!!!!

AND ABOUT THE GENDER THING IM BORN A GIRL BUT HONESTLY I COULD CARE LESS WHAT ANYONE CALLS ME SO GO WILD!!!!! AND MY REAL NAME IS SONIJA BUT ITS PORNOUNCED SONIA I DONT KNOW WHY THEY PUT THE J IN THERE THE AMOUNT OF TIMES MY TEACHERS HAVE CALLED ME SO-NI-JA IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE BUT ITS SO FUNNY BECAUSE THEN HALF THE CLASS CORRECTS THEM AND THEY ALWAYS FORGET IMMEDIATLEY AFTER ITS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS IF ANYONE THAT SEES THIS KNOWS ME IN REAL LIFE NO YOU DONT SHUT UP AND GO AWAY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I DONT NEED PEOPLE STALKING MY TUMBLR YALL ALREADY GOT TO MY OLD TIKTOK :((( ANYWAYS I AM OFFICIALY CONVINCED EVERY SOPHIE IS AN ANGEL. IVE MET EXACTLY TWO SOPHIES IN MY LIFE AND THEY ARE BOTH SO SWEET AND SO KIND AND SO FUN AND SO COOL AND EVERY OTHER WORD IN EXISTENCE YOUR THE THIRD AND YOUR THE COOLEST OUT OF ALL OF THEM I LOVE SOPHIES. AND I LOVE THE NAME CHERIE IT JUST SOUNDS SO SOPHISTICATED YK LIKE I SHOUDL OOOK UP TO THIS PERSON IM NPT SURE HOW TO EXPLAIN IT WHICH IS RARE BECAUSE I USUALLY ALWAYS HAVE SOMEHTING TO DAY MAYBE TODAYS LIKE A BAD DAY FOR ME OR SOMEHTING YEAH PRPOBABLY I JUST HAD TWO TESTS IM PRETTY SURE I FAILED MY ELA TEST BUT MY SOANISH TEST WASNT TOO BAD ACTUALLY IT WAS PRETTY EASY I WAS EXPECTING MORE HONESTLY BUT ILL STOP TALKING ABOUT THAT NOW I MIGHT JINX MYSELF AND FAIL THAT QUIZ AND I CAN NOT AFFORD TO DO THAT!!!,!!

IM A OROPHET GUYS. A GENIE. AN ORACLE. I SUCCESSFULLY READ THE VIBES AND GUESSED YOUR HAIR COLOR!!! BUT YES YOU SHOULD ABSOLITELY DO THAT PURPLE UNDERSIDE THING I LOVE THOSE THEYRE SO PRETTY IF YOU FIND A GOOD HAIR SALON IT WOULD BE SO SO SO PRETTY JUST MAKE SURE THEY DONT MIX UP THE COLROS I THINK BECAUSE WHEN I DID MY PRUPLE HAIR THING IT CAME OUT MORE OF LIKE A DIRTY REDDISH PURPLE COLOR AND HONESTLY I HATED IT SO TRIED GETTING IT OUT AS FAST AS POSSIBLE AND SWORE TO NEVER DYE MY HAIR THERE EVER EVER EVER AGAIN I WAS SO SAD WHEN I SAW THE RESULTS :( I THINK UNDERCOLOR THINGIES ARE SO UNDDERATED THOUGH THEY LOOK SO PRETTY AND AND PRETTY AND COOL AND IT JUST GIVES OFF SUCH A GREAT VOBE I IMMEDIATELY TRUST ANYONE THAT HAS AN UNDERCOLOR THING AND IS NICE PLEASE GET IT

ANYWAYS WE ARE OFFICIALLY MARRIED NOW PLEASE ACCEPT THE RING!,!!'!! 💍

I AM AIDEN. AIDEN IS ME. YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT SOME SIMILARITIES

no/little sense of personal space or boundaries until specified

absentish parental figure

loud and obnoxious

professional yappers

dont do well with silence and shit? idk he wanted music in the car when driving away so

love puzzles and stuff except hes a world record setter and i havent solved my rubixs cube in years

restless. very very VERY restless

adrenaline junkies only difference is i dont jump off 13 feet tall walls

humor coping mechanism

annoy people probably lol

smilies and nicknames and stuff

and most importantly

WE HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN I FOUND OUT

oh yeah we also both like ashlyn lmao ur not slick aiden

THANK YOU FOR LISTYENING TO MY TED TALK!!!1!!1

[lunasdream]

i object! // matt murdock x f! reader

summary: a story about how you became friends with two law students. 

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: mentions of alcohol 

a/n: yeah im kinda obsessed with matt! got inspired after watching legally blonde the other day! for the sake of this story, columbia university is sort of not accurate but thats okay cuz its fiction! also ive only ever watched the defenders so i hope i got his character right! p.s this has been proofread once! 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿ Most people presumed you to be dumb. A bimbo. An airhead. You got into Columbia because of your family’s money and you’re only going there for fun. There’s nothing up there! Just because you like dressing up for class, like to take your notes with fluffy pens and your resume smells like flowers, doesn’t mean you’re a complete ditzy girl. I mean you got into Columbia with your high SAT scores and outstanding admissions essay. Hello, 1560 and sobbing life story right here. 

Although you did grow up pretty comfortable, your parents never took part in your acceptance, you did all that by your brilliant self. Despite the criticism from others, you didn’t let that bother you since you were too focused on getting your masters in psychology and will be graduating summa cum laude. It’s also due to the fact that you had two incredible best friends who didn’t see you as such that made this overbearing school enjoyable. 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿

It was a Friday night when you met them, Champagne Supernova by Oasis played in the background of a dorm room party signaling the end of it. Young adults passed out on the couch, others making out in corners while you take your last shot before stepping out; bored of them. It was barely half past midnight and you were off to find another party that wasn’t as lame as the previous one. 

It’s been six years since you began studying at Columbia, your dream school since forever, the kind of place anyone would kill to go to. Hell, you’d pinch yourself now and then to make sure it was real and not a dream. Long story short you knew the school like the back of your hand yet you found yourself completely and utterly lost, having strayed off too far. 

“I've had way too much vodka.” You muttered trying to figure out why this part of your building looked unfamiliar. The dorms in your school looked relatively the same for grad students but something looked off. 

After knocking on some doors with obviously no answer, you were about to give up and turn around until you heard some voices coming from the last room to your right. A small whiteboard was placed upon the door and had the names ‘Foggy & Matt’ with poorly drawn glasses on it. You really wished that Foggy wasn’t their real name. Poor guy. Knocking on the door the boisterous laughs had suddenly stopped, silence filling the air for a minute, not until a guy with long blonde hair opened it staring at her in confusion. 

“I didn’t order pizza.” He said, after a minute of stillness. 

You scoffed. “Do I look like a pizza guy to you?” 

He begins to look you up and down analyzing your outfit: black knee high boots, tight floral skirt, and a black long sleeved top. Definitely not a pizza guy.

“Maybe you’re doing some freelance work?” 

You rolled your eyes thinking about leaving until you heard a faint voice coming from behind the blonde. “Foggy you’ve had too much to drink and she’s obviously not the pizza guy.” A guy with dark glasses and what seemed to be a walking cane came from behind trying to save him from humiliating himself. 

“So…what can I do for you?” 

“Yeah, hi I’m lost. What is this place? Like where am I?” You say to him, hoping you made sense, alcohol still in your system. 

“Uh…you’re in Columbia University.” He responds, the smell of vodka hitting his nose, assuming you were lost. 

You laugh. “I kind of knew that part already. I mean like is this River Hall? It kind of looks like it but I think I’m wrong!” 

He stops to take a second to listen to your laugh. A laugh that sounds like a sunny day or a hug. It makes him feel warm. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, he chuckled and apologized for his assumption. “This is actually Broadway Hall. You’re actually not too far from there, we can show you if you’d like.” 

“I would so love that but I can’t help but backtrack a tiny bit, I heard you say he’s had too much to drink meaning you have alcohol? If that’s so, can I come in?” You asked eagerly hoping they didn’t reject your question.

✿ * ✿ * ✿ * ✿

They stepped aside to make room for you, while Foggy went to grab the liquor, welcoming you to their tiny dorm that consisted of clothes and books on the floor and plain walls. You decide it’s a bit too bland for your liking, maybe a couple of posters and a hamper could make it seem less drab; they’re definitely in need of your help. 

Since your first year, you’ve been bringing loads of furniture and pretty decor to liven the hideous space Columbia provides for students; which people did make fun of you for in the beginning but stopped paying mind to it by third year. Looking for a place to sit you saw the only two chairs in the room being occupied by papers and even more books. Who needs all of those books? Not even you need that much and you need to read case reports for a living.

Matt was listening to your heart, making sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable as you were still standing. Being in a room with complete strangers might throw some people off, but your heart was beating steadily letting him know you were fine. But why were you still standing? It took him a second for him to realize that it wasn’t because you were nervous , it was because of the clutter that almost covered the entire room. Feeling absolutely embarrassed he told you you can sit on his bed and apologized for the mess. You immediately replied. “Oh my god no it’s okay my room is totally messy too no worries!” 

He heard the slight skip in your heart knowing you were lying. He didn’t like liars, he almost hated them, maybe it’s a quality he gained from studying law, yet somehow he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose which made him respond with a chuckle. “Thanks.”

“Yeah don’t even worry about it, we’re in college I don’t expect anyones room to be tidy, especially guys!” You laughed. “No offense!” 

He smiled. “None taken.” The both of you continued staring at each other smiling like idiots, rosy cheeks forming on your face, the alcohol definitely not responsible for it since you felt yourself sobering up by the second. 

“I don’t want to be rude or anything but I’m just really curious! How does school work for you? Since you’re blind? Ah, did that sound rude?! It was right? You don’t have to answer that!” You rambled cursing yourself for being such a blabbermouth. Matt heard how fast your heartbeat was going, he thought it was kind of you for not wanting to sound offensive, he began to explain. 

“Everything’s translated into braille for me plus I have Foggy over here for help. It’s the least he can do.” He joked. 

“That’s really neat,” You nodded. “And I totally agree, make him do all the dirty work!” You humored. 

“Alright so I have a half empty bottle of vodka or warm beer, I forgot to put them in the fridge, take your pick.” Foggy came back holding them up, interrupting the moment you had with him. 

The sound of drinking lukewarm beer made your stomach churn and quite frankly you didn’t feel like puking your guts out. “I’ll take the vodka, thanks!”

“I’m Foggy Nelson and this right here is Matt Murdock by the way.” You glanced at them, shaking both of their hands at the same time, introducing yourself, not knowing you were all going to become the best of friends. 

“So what’s with all of the books?” You asked tilting your head up, taking a swig of the drink, passing it to Foggy, as Matt said he was done for the night. He sat by you, respectfully sitting as far as possible but he could still smell your faint scent of floral perfume; he liked it. 

“We’re law students, we’re in our final years now.” 

You gasped. “No way! Like Legally Blonde? That’s so cool!” 

They both laughed. “Well technically yeah but it’s more like fighting injustice and keeping the bad guys in jail, but yeah it’s like Legally Blonde.” Foggy responded while all Matt could do was laugh. 

That night you and Foggy had gotten blasted which left Matt to take care of you both. It consisted of running after you guys all over campus, making sure you didn’t get hurt, taking him on an adventure while you were looking for something greasy to eat. One of the first nights he didn’t care about studying.  

[attourney-at-lycan]

small pdh scene idea-

so garroth and laurance are in a car together, just chilling at the gas station- they’re kinda having a fun conversation about some fucking bullshit drama that happened at school- something w/ “this wouldn’t fly in o’khasis prep” “omfg garroth u say this shit all the time, can u stop sounding like the girl from magic school bus”

scene cuts to the shadow knights fucking around in the gas station store- by fucking around i mean stuffing snacks in their massive pockets while gene is having a heated argument over how real his fake id is (it was shittily drawn on a piece of paper during art class by zenix btw) with the cashier. then bam, zenix accidentally drops a bottle of soda right as theyre walking out. insert long silence before the shadow knights bolt out the shop w/ the cashier right on their tail.

they’re like shit shit shit- before sasha point’s @ garroth’s car like “hey isnt that laurance’s boyfriend’s car?”

they originally arrived @ the gas station on foot and planned on running away on foot, but jumping in a car w/ a familiar face is a much better option

so, while garrance are having a fun convo, they get interrupted by three hooligans randomly opening the door, stuffing themselves inside before fucking yelling “GOGOGOGO—” right in garroth’s ear-

garroth has no fucking clue what’s going on but he still fucking goes because WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON-

so he just fucking starts the car and races off w/ the poor cashier (probably logan omg thats so funny) slowing down to a stop and just “fuck it im not paid enough for this bullshit”

cue back to the car with the shadow knights cheering each for a great haul, laurance covering his face like ‘i cannot believe i thought these assholes were cool’ and garroth is gripping the wheel going “shit shit shit shit shit i’m going to get so fucked”

sasha’s the first to say “by the way why did u guys leave your fucking doors unlocked??”

zenix, already stuffing his face w/ doritoes, “idk maybe they were too distracted making out”

“WE WERE NOT!!” both garroth and laurance say at the same time, they seriously have no idea why everyone thinks they’re dating???? they’re just rlly close friends as historians say

so anyway, long silence after that before garroth is finally somewhat calmed down and realizes “you guys stole all that food but no alcohol? isnt that something troublemakers do?”

gene just answers “we dont drink. sasha hates the taste of beer, my family has a history of alcohol addiction and there’s no way in hell we’re letting zenix drink”

and thats all my brain can produce-

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi i just read your work and it is amazing!!!! Buuut, if its possible can you make a part 2 of Scraps? Like, the first one was so good... it kinda needs a sequel😂😂 if thats possible

Had to think about what I would write for a little bit, but I think I've got it.

Scraps (Part 2): Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, and Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.9k

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

A pussy clenching, breath hitching, thighs squeezing mess.

That's what you're reduced to as you're in class, the soundless, dual vibrator/clit sucking device hidden neatly in your underwear.

Ever since you'd been introduced to the Alpha boys, they'd made you their personal plaything. And you didn't really mind; it was something to do when things got boring around the sorority house. But sometimes... they'd take their experiments out of your scope of knowledge.

This was one of them.

You were given the toy and told that if you could hold off on cumming for twelve hours, you'd be rewarded with whatever you wanted. But you couldn't take it out, you couldn't tell anyone - oh, and you didn't know who had the remote to it. The device is only controlled by a discreet, white remote, and any one of the seven men could have it, changing the speed or the pattern of vibrations of the device. Right now, it's on a pulsing cycle, making you squirm slightly in your seat as the professor lectures about art history.

You're sitting in the very back of the lecture hall where no one would sit if they wanted to pass the class. But you're content with today being an off-day. You need to survive this challenge, first.

You can't help but think of the various dicks that would be yours for the choosing once you finish today's challenge. But it's only ten o'clock.

Ten more hours.

Around twelve, you're trying your best to keep yourself calm, sitting on the edge of your seat while you attempt a test. The speed changes from pulsing to a dull vibration, giving you a brief break from the jolts of pleasure that go straight to your clit.

"Ms. Y/n, can you come up to my desk, please? Bring your test." You look up at your professor, who is cooking her finger at you. For a moment, you wonder if she's caught on to your little predicament, but when you approach her desk, she takes your test and crumples it up before throwing it in the trash, much to your surprise. "I forgot to tell you that you have an A in the class, so you don't need to take this test." You sigh in relief, just as the vibration changes to a more intense sensation. You tense up, clenching your legs before thanking your professor and leaving the classroom quickly.

You can't take much more of this.

Around three pm, you're laying in the sorority house, face down in a pillow as you moan, the feeling of an orgasm building on top of the other six or seven ruined orgasms from earlier. But you stuff this one down with the others, tears decorating your pillowcase as you sob in frustration.

Five more hours.

_____________________________________________________________

At six o'clock, you're at your breaking point.

Dinner is at seven, but you can't even focus on anything except the buzzing between your legs. You're hazy, staring at yourself in the mirror and blinking slowly. There had been no relief, no naps, no rest from the torment, but the pink device inside of you persisted, making you want to cum over and over again. All you can do is think about algebra or something disappointing to prevent yourself from cumming all over the device and losing the challenge.

Suddenly, your phone begins to chime, and you raise it to your face, seeing "Alpha House" on the screen.

"Hello?" you breathe into the receiver, and you hear a chuckle on the other end.

"Are you okay, princess?" It's Mikey. The vibrator begins to pulse again, and you bite your lip.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Come by the house at seven-thirty. The boys are excited to see you." Mikey hangs up the phone and you stifle a loud moan, trying to keep yourself together before you meet the boys.

One hour left.

At seven-thirty, you're standing at the door of the house, and the vibrator is going crazy. You almost didn't make it across the campus without your legs going weak, but you prop yourself up against the door with a hand, quivering at you wait for the boys to answer the door.

"Little sister..." Ran answers the door, his violet eyes observing your quaking figure. "You made it." You try to step through the door, but Ran catches you in his arms, stooping to pick you up. He holds you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how you're such a good girl, and how they're going to take good care of you before the night is over. You're deposited in the den, where the other guys are, and Ran parts your legs with tender fingers, revealing the device nestled inside of your panties.

"All day, huh?" Sanzu wonders, sitting across from you on the couch and stroking your thigh. "You're such a good girl for us. Kakucho, Rindou, and Kokonoi didn't think you would make it."

"We placed bets," Rindou explains, forking his cash over to his brother with a small sigh. "But you proved me wrong." Mikey appears, his black eyes roaming over all of those present in the room before sliding and focusing on your half-dazed self on the couch, legs spread and shaking.

"Ready to guess who had the remote today?" You nod, breath quivering as you look around the room at the men. Your first bet would be on Sanzu, but you figure guessing him would be too obvious. Your second guess would be Rindou, but he also seemed like the most obvious. So you're left with Kakucho, Kokonoi, Mikey, Takeomi, and Ran. "You get three guesses."

Three guesses. Five men.

"M-Mikey?" Various members of the frat shake their heads. Of course, Mikey wouldn't, he just comes up with the ideas. Takeomi seems almost too bored with you, so he's off the list, too. Two guesses and four men. A twenty-five percent chance of getting it right.

"Kakucho?" He shakes his head, leaning on the back of a chair and blinking slowly.

"One more guess."

Kokonoi or Ran. Fifty-percent chance of getting it right. Kokonoi had a class with you today, but you didn't see him move his hands around as you watched from the back of the class at all. But the sensation also didn't change during the class. You have to take a chance, though.

"Ran." The violet-eyed man smiles, then produces the white remote from his pants.

"Smart girl."

"But how--"

"On Wednesdays, my work-study has me all over campus. Every time I saw you or walked by the sorority house, I'd change the vibration." Sanzu chuckles then looks at his watch.

"It's time, ain't it?" Mikey pulls your underwear off, leaving the lacy thing on the floor before looking at the device, then back at you.

"You earned yourself some extra credit," he begins. "Are you ready for us, pretty girl?"

"Yes," you keen, jerking your hips up. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Mikey slides the vibrator out of you and puts it up to your lips so you can taste yourself. You suck the device slowly, fingers coming down to caress your swollen clit as you suck your juices off of it.

After this, he stands you up and bends you over the back of the couch, feeling a large, warm pair of hands on your hips. "I'm not going last this time," Takeomi mutters, pants down around his ankles. "Been waiting for this all day." You're more than prepared to take his length, your pussy squelching and sucking his cock into you. "Fuck, yeah..." The slapping sounds of your backside against Takeomi's hips begin, and you moan, feeling the relief of a cock filling you up.

The other six just watch, some with their dicks out, others palming themselves over their pants. Mikey, as usual, is standing at the back of the room, watching the scene before him with crossed arms. This is his foreplay.

He enjoys watching and listening to you squeal more than anything. He enjoys having control over six men who will bend you over and use you as a willing cum dump if necessary, like a breeder who requires his bulls to try their luck with you, the lone heifer.

And it's pleasurable enough for you to keep coming back for more.

"Why don't we record this one?" Sanzu wonders and Takeomi laughs.

"You're gonna have to ask little sister, here. She might not--"

"That-that's fine," you pant.

"Just a little POV thing," Ran adds, pulling out his phone. "Make it real nice, Takeomi." You look back and watch the man inside of you point the phone at the space between your hips, watching his cock go in and out of you with a smile on his face.

"Look at that pussy... she's creaming all over my cock..."

And each frat brother waits his turn to cum in you, with Ran's being the most you've ever felt inside of you at one time, and Sanzu's being the roughest. Kokonoi is taking his turn when you feel cum sliding down your leg, and when he's done, cum drains out of you in a small flood. Your fingers, which have been running over your clit and bringing you close to climaxing, are covered in it, and you want so desperately to stick them inside of yourself and then suck them dry.

Kakucho takes his time bringing you pleasure, tweaking your nipples, and running his tongue down your back and up again. You suppose someone else is filming you two, because both of his hands are on your body as he pumps you full of cum, ghosting his fingers over the slight bulge from his long cock.

Rindou is last, and you watch Mikey pull out his own cock, stroking it while Rin slams his hips into you, making you moan louder than you thought possible. He grips your neck from behind, choking you lightly as you let drool run past your lips and onto the couch. You hear Ran complimenting his brother on his fucking, and your raise on your tiptoes, praying his dick would stop slamming into your cervix.

"Take it," Rin whispers in your ear. "You can take it, sweet girl." You choke out a cry, then grip the couch for all it's worth as Rindou lets himself go. When he pulls out, Mikey stands, his eyes focused on your face as he walks around the couch, taking the phone from Ran and pointing it at your filled and abused pussy.

"Push it all out for me, sweetheart." You obey, feeling the cum leak out of you rapidly before Mikey stands, swiping his cockhead over your pussy lips. "You haven't cum yet?" You shake your head, breathing heavily. "Go ahead and cum on my dick." Mikey enters you and fiddles with your swollen clit, bringing you back to the edge and not relenting. You get no warning prior to the orgasm crashing over you; the feeling of release almost taking you out.

"Oh my fucking god," you cry out, and Mikey pistons his hips a little faster as you clench around him.

"That's a good pussy," he grunts, left hand gripping your hip while he cums inside of you, growling low in his throat. When he's done, he backs away, watching you push out his cum, too. "Now I want you to get on the floor and lick it up," he orders you. "Lick all of our cum up."

You get on your knees and lick the puddle off the polished wooden floor, each man watching you with slack jaws. When you're done, you show Mikey your tongue. He approaches you, grabs your throat, and spits in it, closing your mouth as you swallow that, too.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

[fairycosmos]

I spent 2 years developing a parasocial relationship with a guy I saw on my fyp. I know everything about his family, friends, his friends’ friends, his gf (and her friends) and ex gf (and her friends), basically everybody he follows on instagram. He doesnt even live in the same country as me, i know where he lives, his hometown, his parents, his interest, and his playlists. I woke up everyday for him. To check if he posted anything new. In the middle of a 2 year long depressive episode, he got me to wake up at 6 in the morning (time zone differences) and up for my 7 am classes. I spend all my time daydreaming of him and wishing I had the life his girlfriend has. Even if you take him out of the equation, she has everything I want. She’s 21, and completely moved out of her parents place, and into LA to support his career in modeling. She an artist, a creative, a lovely girl or atleast somebody that would warrant dozens of girl friends calling her an angel everytime she posts something. And that may not seem like a lot but as somebody living in a small town in a province in a SEA country, thats all I could ever ask for in life. Literally just employment, financial independence, a place of her own and she gets to share all that with her loving boyfriend. With all the stalking and sasaeng behavior I know I dont deserve to ask for anything but forgiveness atp but I’m so fucking jealous I could feel it in my chest. It eats at me every day for 2 years now I’ve lost so much weight I been look physically ill with supposedly no reason everyone around me is concerned and they want me to see a nutritionist but that not the problem the problem is i’m sick in the head and a jealous hateful bitch with nothing going on in my life but to obsess and stalk over two strangers who dont know I exist. I just want to have my own life so bad I’m sick of waiting things to get better it needs to start getting better and soon. The only thing I find comforting is lurking on his ex gf’s accounts bc maybe if she can move on I can move on too.

-🧧

i'm sorry you have had to deal with this feeling for so long and i'm sorry things are so hard, for real. i think it's ok to accept jealousy as a natural emotion, just like sadness or anger or hurt, and you don't have to crucify yourself for feeling it. it's alright that it's there. you can choose how you respond to it, even if practicing doing that takes a long time and progress is slow. that being said, it sounds like you're very self-aware about the fact that this has been having a really detrimental impact on your mental health and that you have been crossing boundaries in order to cope with processing that envy, which obviously isn't great. but you're not doomed to be stuck in that place forever. you can work on it, you put yourself first, even if it's exhausting and you don't want to and your life doesn't look the way you want it to look. it is completely normal to want love, financial stability, a place of your own - and you are just as deserving of all of that as this girl is. obviously, we all have wildly different lives, and some people are born into drastically better situations than others, but so much of the toxicity of parasocial relationships lies within the fact that social media is a complete fabrication, a smoke screen. even if these people do have things you want, which is totally understandable, comparing their performance to the world to your lived reality is never going to get you anywhere. and i think we all know that on some level, yet we often fall into that trap anyway, but grounding yourself in that daily may begin to shift your perspective over time.

do you think it would be at all possible to begin limiting your exposure to this guy and his girlfriend online? it sounds like you've developed a real dependency on living vicariously through them and watching their lives, and i'm not saying you have to give that up at all at once. i'm just asking you to consider maybe setting small goals with yourself regarding how much time you actually spend on these people - who are, like you said, total strangers really. it may be a good idea to start working on treating them as such, bit by bit. it seems like you have people in your life who care about you and who want you to be okay, who have noticed that something isn't right with your mental health lately. that's a good sign. whether you can see it or not, you are loved and seen exactly as you are. would you consider talking to someone you trust about what is going on? i know it can feel sort of embarrassing, and you don't have to go into detail about it, but like. just being honest about how unhappy you are with the way things are and having someone listen to that and take it in might be a really good place to start. i get that that's a big step, but i hope you know reaching out is always an option. you don't have to deal with this on your own. rather than a nutritionist, i think it may also help to talk to your family about getting a therapist or speaking with a mental health professional. i know there is a lot of stigma surrounding that, but at this point i think you need to see it as a form of treatment to regain your mental and physical health. having a professional guide you through the intensity of these feelings by listening to you and recommending specialised coping mechanisms can make such a difference. again, i know that's a lot. but i hope you never close yourself off to the idea of it all together, because there's truly no shame in seeking support.

by the way, as a sidenote, i'm not saying it's unreasonable to be jealous of extremely privileged people when you are relatively disadvantaged. like i said at the start, it's completely natural to resent those who seem like they are in the position to enjoy a level of comfort and fulfilment the rest of us have to fight to experience, if we ever even get to. and it fucking sucks. it fucking sucks to be single and exhausted and to feel so unloved. but i think it will do you good to really try focusing on what is actually in your control, what you can actually make of the material reality around you again. no, it may not ever look like dating this specific guy and having an apartment in LA at 21, but there is still a worthwhile life to live outside of that. there is still love around you, and experiences to be had. it may not feel like much consolation from the place you are in right now, but i do think it is a comforting truth. there are many ways to make your world feel more manageable. you said it feels like you have nothing going on in your life so you have to stalk and obsesses over these random people, and that's exactly why i think taking yourself away from the phone screen or the computer screen just a few times a day to focus on what is actually going on around you and where you can find a support network would be ideal for you at this point. i know it's hard, but this guy really is just Some guy. he's not the answer to your life's problems, or the solution to issues with your mental health. he is, at most a convenient person to project that stuff onto. if his ex-gf can get over him, you can get over the idea of him. with time, patience, external support and most importantly - self forgiveness. envy eats me up inside often, too. i get it. and it doesn't make you a bad person. i hope you're able to find the help you need, and i'm sorry for rambling so much. please take it easy. sending a lot of love your way. x

[trrtaglia]

Genshin Modern AU Headcanons(ง'̀-'́)ง

Pairings: Diluc , Kaeya , Childe , Zhongli . Thoma separate!

Warnings: There is none ! Sfw Enjoy :>

Tartaglia:

Oh boy do i have many MANY modern Childe headcanons.

He's in university probably in his sophomore or junior year of college !

I saw this tiktok once making him a frat boy and i cannot unsee it ever since then i 100% see him in a sorority house with *cough* kaeya

I can see childe with one of two majors he's either taking pediatrics to be a pediatrician his endearment towards children is adorable and i love the idea of that so much , Or hes taking law enforcement classes i can see him as an FBI agent or something to do with Law enforcement for "the thrill of battle"

He's definitely the daddy's money type rich kid don't be surprised when he pulls up in a Tesla or a Mercedes Benz . He owns an apple watch and like the newest iphone pairing with his airpods to match

I honestly can see him being outdoorsy kinda guy he probably goes to the gym a lot or likes working out loves being in the woods . Let's be real here one of his favorite hobbies would be fishing and rocking that bass pro shop hats ...

i believe he has freckles like his little brother trucer which he misses his family SO much when hes away in uni . He face time his parents every morning and his siblings too to see how they're doing and gets so happy when he has vacation so he can go see them . He also plays imessage games with trucer and exchange i love you's at 10 pm and tell his little brother GO TO BED !

Also some physical appearance headcanons i think childe would have that really fluffy soft hair thats been going around that like Eboy type of hairstyle.

Speaking of he had an eboy phase once it was SO embarrassing i just know Kaeya would bully him for that . He probably did blow up on Tiktok during that era and bring back his past videos from a year ago

Zhongli:

Two words . History Professor . thats it

Okay no hear me out and y'all better listen . Zhongli is a history Professor at a University and he sometimes teaches High school students Preferably seniors since they're some what mature . However, He specifically would teach AP Chinese History his class would be decorated beautifully with traditional chinese ornaments and probably have a little dragon statue. Although! He teach World business or Economics in his University Classes.

More about his class room i can totally see Zhongli having a specific animal depending on the Chinese new year . So if it's the year of the bull he have a little bull somewhere in his room to represent that . He also bring mooncakes for his students that he made himself and the red slips that the students can exchange to each other during that time of year to appreciate how beautiful the culture is !!!!

He may talk a lot when he teaches but zhongli's way of teaching is filled with passion and as he lived a past life in that time period and NO ONE would question it

The girls would all call him a dilf and he wouldn't understand the meaning of the word dilf . He sound like a grandpa everyone is playing kahoot during class in his high school lectures and go "Who is dilf?" the entire class would laugh

He live alone in an apartment and i see him owning a cat and he wakes up everyday at 5 am to have his morning tea and breakfast

He have his cat as his lockscreen of his phone and he's rocking a samsung .

he owns a pair of readers .... yeah -

okay enough zhongli slander ! i whole heartedly believe he is the teacher you can rely on when you have trouble during class and would do his best to explain it in a better way so you can understand his lecture better

The way almost no one will pass Mr. Zhongli's class unless you're getting straight A's in your other classes . He has 2 type of students one's who love him or one's stressing out from not passing his classes and no he doesn't believe in extra credit .

Okay during finals there's a thing in both his university classes and high school senior classes "Make Mr. Zhongli laugh" this man has the driest humor , you wont even peek a smile out of him so the class as a whole has to make him laugh . it can be a chuckle , giggle , snort whatever but he has to laugh and he'll pass everyone .

Kaeya:

Also in University as well but he most likely be a Senior by this time and has the worst case of senioritis there is known to man .

Like i said in my childe headcanon he would be in a sorority house alongside with tartaglia himself and they would be M E N A C E S together .

He's definitely an alcoholic with a nic addiction his biggest flex is that he can poke a hole in a beer bottle add a shot of tequila and chug it down without staining his shirt and gulp it down in less than 5 seconds that takes REAL TALENT

Kaeya's major would definitely be Philosophy and he has no time on making friends he has a superiority complex i am not sorry .

He also has to stay active and i can visualize kaeya playing a sport , but oh no not just any sport ... he'd play lacrosse specifically and he's the captain of the team .

His only friend is Bio Chem major albedo with a god complex just you wait these two together they think they're better than everyone else ? I can't explain it

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT KAEYA IS A DOJA CAT STAN . I can't stress enough how'd he blast her music in the dorms while he's studying and childe being his poor roommate is so sick of it

I see him having a job and he be a starbucks barista and he makes the best drinks from the menu plus he likes flirting with the customers and add little hearts with the sharpie on the cup.

Kaeya has a console controller so he can play just dance with the boys and he's a firm believer of Saturday's are for the boys

okay this my personal headcanon i see kaeya as south east asian or blasian but one of his love languages towards his bros is making food for them he sometimes burns the food but hey it's the thought that counts right ?

The man looks so well put together rocking different aesthetics but don't you dare entire his room....

okay okay enough slander i feel kaeya is also the campus hottie everyone has a crush on him even if they know him personally or not but actually he's not much of flirt as what people assume him to be . He has manners and extremely respectful and an overall gentleman he just makes questionable life decisions .

Thoma:

I see him as a freshman or sophomore in university and his major is communications and planning having a minor in Hospitality

In fact he actually works at disney land or in a hotel and he loves his job so much. He enjoys making the guest and kids happy and having to clean up and making things tidy !

His radiates Golden Retriever boy energy . He gets all happy and excited doing the stuff he loves and he's extremely persuasive he earned the title hotel manager he's just that good. Many people are jealous since he is fairly young and still attending school.

gives the BEST hugs oh god . Those hugs that make you feel all warm and safe in his embrace while he wraps his big arms around your shoulders , cradling your head to his chest feeling his heartbeat IMMA CRY.

He owns 3 dogs back home A golden retriever named Toby , A Shiba Inu named Himawari since i think he really like sunflowers :), And a corgi named rex plain and simple !

Thoma is 100% wasian especially in lore his story explained his dad returned back to inazuma ?? Hinting maybe his father was originally from inazuma and visited mondstat,,, Possibly ! Who knows really.

He's that kid that always drinks boba in class or after lectures he'd ask his friends "hey you guys wanna get boba? "

HE HAS DIMPLES . I can see him having those adorable chubby cheeks with the deepest dimples on his face when he smiles yet, he keeps a defined jawline that can cut your finger .

I believe in mullet thoma supremacy... artists hint hint pls

thoma is a workaholic he pushes himself to the edge he runs on 3 cans of Red Bull sometimes ayaka being the good friend she is has to remind him to care of himself, since he'd forget about his own needs and tend to care of others before himself.

he has a secret pleasure that he tells no one ... he listens to kpop! He's definitely a twice stan ahaha

i also think he be deeply into theater and musicals back in high school he was the theater kid . Ask him what his favorite music is he will say it's hamilton no ands or buts about it !

Can recite the entire The bee movie script ...

Diluc:

Oh god how i brain rot over this man okay lets go

To start off yes diluc would work as a bartender thats his job but he prefers not to drink it's just not his thing especially seeing his brother kaeya being a literal alcoholic it annoys him

Diluc is an english major already done with university and he's most likely have traveled the world and in the works of writing a book , he's into fantasies a lot . The book would literally be about genshin impact but in his point of view and give the main character a different name .

i believe he does this to cope with the trauma of his deceased father i think they'd share that in common they both loved fantasy type books they'd read together

I believe in stubble diluc he definitely has a few chin hairs and has the softest hair you can possibly imagine like oh my god

I'm basing this off the webtoon of genshin impact too but he is A LADIES MANNNNN he has tons of women lined up to take the name Mrs Ragvindor but honestly he's not ready to settle into a relationship.

I firmly believe children are his weakness but they just don't like him at first since they describe him as "scary" and he gets upset and leaves them alone :(

this mans music taste is unmatched he listen to R&B artists his favorites include SZA , Steve Lacy , The weeknd . Daniel Caesar . Yeah his playlist is just amazing .

Bonus he's a fan of Michael Jackson

He enjoys baking late at night to ease his mind from the stress of the day or keeps a journal where he can collect all of his thoughts and pours his heart out .

He has beautiful handwriting plus his english adequate is just extravagant .

HE LOVES HORROR FILMS he loves the suspense and the feeling of being on the edge and honestly he's difficult to make scared the amount of times kaeya has attempted to scare this man , and diluc would stand there with a nonchalant attitude and look to his face sizing his own brother up and down and walk away,,,, nothing can scare him .

This man would own his very own library in his home i feel like Diluc is extremely imaginative and always has tons of ideas but has a difficult time expressing them verbally so comes off as boring? But you have to let him to open up to you and trust me he's weirdest one out everyone you know .

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed these headcanons I'm sorry dilucs was shorter than everyone else but i will definitely make a part 2 if it blows up :)

[pacifymebby]

I Can’t Win // Sam Fender

Sam Fender x reader

You sat on the bus, gazing out the window at the rain and the grey sky blurring into the grey city skyline and all the flats on the edge of town. You were riding home from work, soaked through because the heavens had opened on your way out the office door, it was winter, it was too cold, and your nose stung and ran, your cheeks flushed and stinging too.

You weren't in the mood for anything, let alone the texts pouring in from your mates about the latest rumour going round.

You weren't even sure what had sparked it this time. This new rumour about Sam and another woman, some young singer he'd been spotted with outside radio 1.

It was the kind of rumour you knew you shouldn't pay any attention to, and usually you wouldn't have but today it was beginning to get to you.

Perhaps it was your friends fault for asking over and over about it? Asking if you were okay, if you'd heard from Sam, offering you advice, telling you not to let it get to you or knock yourself esteem. Ella one of your best friends had said she'd assassinate hike and her for you, you'd known she was only trying to lighten your mood but it hadn't worked. It had only tugged at your gloomy temperement more.

Left you questioning whether there maybe was something to worry about this time.

All you really wanted was to talk to him. You were certain that half a second on the phone would see you right, all your anxieties dissipating the moment you heard his voice.

But he'd not answered your call that afternoon when you had phoned him from your lunch break and you'd not had so much as a single text from him since.

So you found yourself grinding your teeth, trying not to ask yourself stupid questions like what's he doing thats so important he can't answer your text? Who is he with whos company is better than yours?

Stupid questions. Childish questions you knew you shouldn't be asking yourself but couldn't help ask yourself now as you watched the rain on the window pane and felt some of it leaking through the cracks in the plastic where the sealant was rotting.

Good old Shields.

By now your sleeve was soaked where you had been leaning against the broken window and you knew you had no hope at comfort now. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the music playing through your headphones. But they were broken and the sound was tinny and it wasn't loud enough to drown out the sound of the traffic or the baby two seat behind thst was caught somewhere between crying and being sick.

You slid your phone out of your pocket to check for messages. Nothing. You thought about texting again.

Was it still embarrassing to double message when you were years into a relationship?

You bit your lip and started typing out another text when suddenly your phone screen lit up, the whole thing beginning to buzz with an incoming call.

For a moment you thought it was Sam.

Your heart sank when you saw thst it wasn't.

"Hey," you said half hearted and fed up, knowing what your friend was going to ask you.

"Hey how you doing hun? You heard anything yet?"

"No, and am stuck on a bus in a shields traffic jam, so aye, having a class time..." you mumbled sarcastically.

"Oh pet no, hate that for you," she sighed sympathetically, "look you know r Sammy, he's gonna make this right..." she started but before she could finish you felt a lump in your throat and a sob break out, one you hadn't even realised was sneaking up on you.

"I don't want him to make it right, I don't want it to be true!" you said shivering as you tried to hold your crying back. You didn't want to be that girl, heartbroken on the bus. Not when people kind of knew who you were. Local kids who knew Sam knew you were his lassie and they would also know about these new rumours going round.

Half the time you suspected some of those kids were just waiting for the day the rumours turned out to be true. The day he wound up cheating on you for real, leaving you for someone more on his level. A girl as famous and as gorgeous as him. It was only a matter of time, you knew thats what they thought because more often than not it was what you thought too.

"It probably isn't true!" your friend desperately tried to reassure you, "how many times have we had this conversation ey, people love making shit up and this is probably just another bullshit rumour," she said but you shook your head and though you tried to agree she could tell you didn't really believe her. "Look, you'll hear from him soon, he probably doesn't even know there is a fucken rumour," she said, something she'd said before, something she'd been right about before.

"Yeah," you sighed, "wouldn't be the first time," you said drying your eyes, trying to pull yourself together as you pressed the bell and stood up. You made your way to the front of the bus, stopping when you saw you had another call coming through.

"Shit sorry lass," you sighed, "Sam's on the other line I guess I'd better go,"

"Oh my god see I told you so..." but you'd already hung up, hesitating to answer Sam.

You weren't sure why you rejected the call. It would have been better just to find out after all but something had stopped you, something had switched in you just as you were about to answer and in the end you'd stepped off the bus in silence, walked home in silence and rejected two more of his calls.

By the time you got home you felt heavy with guilt and ruined by your anxiety.

You were torn between emotions, not sure who to be angry with. Yourself for not giving him a chance to explain himself? Or him, for winding up in another situation like this. For putting you through hell again. Because whether he wanted to or meant to, he was always putting you through some kind of agony.

Just between touring and releasing records, he was busy and you were too, you had your own life and though the pair of you desperately wanted to see one another every day, though you might have loved to move in and settle down, it wasn't going to happen any time soon and this was as close as you could allow yourselves to get without it hurting too much. But it did hurt.

It hurt a lot and as you dropped your keys on the floor in the hallway and kicked off your shoes you felt tears prick in your eyes again. You pulled your top over your head and abandoned it, unbuttoned your jeans as you made your way to the bathroom, kicking them off lazily, leaving them wherever they fell. You pulled your socks off and dropped the sopping wet fabric in the sink, not caring for the mess. You weren't planning on having any guests so who cared if the flat turned to shit? You were in far too bad a mood to really care what state you left the place in.

You turned the hot water on, turned to the mirror to examine yourself but the sight of your sad eyes left you feeling sick. You looked wounded and let down and you hated yourself for getting so worked up about something which shouldn't have mattered. You should have trusted him, he wouldn't do that to you. He trusted you when he was away, why couldn't you trust him.

You saw your phone ringing again, Sam, again.

You ignored it and stepped into the shower, sinking down against the wall, knees to your chest, letting yourself cry as the hot water poured over you, soaked you and shivered you. The shivers were good shivers, comforting shivers. You sobbed into your knees and held your head in your hands, begged and begged some invisible force to please not let it be true, say he hadn't found somebody else. But you just couldn't convince yourself.

He was always going to move on eventually, he was always going to find someone better than you. He was famous now, a real star, mixing with other beautiful, wealthy people. People you could only dream of being like.

Why wouldn't he tire of returning back to his grey hometown and his plain jane girlfriend?

The mature thing to do would be to break up with him now, before you could wind up even deeper in love and agony.

And by the time you'd turned the water off and stepped into your towel, this was what you'd convinced yourself you were going to do.

So when Sam called again you bit your lip. Chewed your cheek and hesitated, but you answered, and he sounded so relieved.

"Y/n whereve yas been pet av been ringin an ringin..."

"Yeah," you said, "a know," your voice was flat and immediately he sensed something wrong, immediately he could tell he wasn't going to enjoy this conversation like he'd thought.

"Whats the matter love?" he asked, you could picture his brow furrowed, his lips slightly parted, his teeth biting his bottom lip. You could picture the concern on his face and you weren't sure how to feel.

You realised straight away that he had no idea about the rumour, exactly as your friend had said. He had no clue. He was completely out of the loop, just more evidence to prove your point. The two of you weren't living in the same world anymore.

"Its nothing," you said shrugging your shoulders, if he didn't know it probably wasn't true, but still, "actually, Sam..." you started, a lump in your throat. You didn't want to say it, didn't want to scare him or hurt him but you had to, you couldn't keep this up much longer, couldn't endure anymore rumours, the questions from your mates and from people who weren't even your mates.

"Yeah?" he asked, nerves in his voice because you hadn't finished your sentence.

"A think we need a talk," you said quietly, waiting for him to say something but he didn't, not straight away. And when he did he only asked you to repeat yourself.

"What?"

"A think we need to talk," you said it exactly the same only somehow even quieter, even less assured, not sure you would be able to carry on now, you weren't really going to end things with him over the phone were you?

"About what lass? Is somat up?" he asked, you could picture that bottom lip again, getting chewed to pieces.

"Yeah, a mean no, a don't know a just think we should talk, when you get back you know... not on the..."

"Are you breakin up with me y/n cause if y'are am not waitin till a get back just tell us now...." he said quickly, his voice unstable a bit shaky. It was his lack of fight which shocked you though, his wishing you'd just tell him, no question why?

"Fine," you said, "a just didn't wanna be that bitch Sam... I just wanted to talk about it proper like but..."

"But what? You couldn't wait? If you're endin it y/n do us a favour an just bloody end it," he said, his temper flaring, shocking you, how suddenly cold and shut off from you he was. How suddenly distant he felt. He wasn't even that far away, suddenly he felt half the world away.

So you bit your lip and tried not to let him hear you crying, but you were.

"Fine, yeah Sam am breaking up with you alright, a cannae do this anymore areet,"

And just like that he'd hung up and the line was dead and you were on your own, sitting on your bathroom floor wrapped in a towel, sobbing your heart out, cradling yourself as you wept away your heartache. You felt terrible, riddled with guilt, immediately regretting your decision.

You'd been stupid, you'd thrown away the best relationship of your life. He was your person, you'd always been convinced of that and now you'd pushed him away. He'd been so angry he'd just hung up, hadn't even asked you why you'd done it. Just hung up the phone and left you to your misery.

You remained on the bathroom floor for an hour or two more, crying, then staring at the wall, crying again, crying until you were cold and headachy, only moving because you needed to get dressed before you froze.

You rubbed the towel over your hair lazily, tied it back instead of bothering with the hairdryer. Pulled a pair of trackies on and a big sweater, the sweater was Sam's and though you'd have to chuck it or give it back soon you couldn't resist but pull it on one more time. It didn't smell like him because it had been at yours since before he'd gone away. It smelt like your bed and as you tugged the sleeves down over your hands you dragged yourself into bed, lay down and scrunched up into a ball, pulling the covers up over your head, hoping you would sleep.

You didn't though, you just stared, not quite there, not particularly mentally present, you just gazed vacant and sad at the wall opposite, the curtains were closed and the room was dark despite the afternoon sun. And then you must have slept because when you awoke it was dark outside and the heating had kicked in. You were still cold but now you could tell it was depressive cold as opposed to a genuine drop in temperature. You felt hollow and heavy, felt like you couldn't breath in deep enough, felt like every exhale risked suffocation.

It hurt. Your heart really physically hurt and you realised as you lay there, curled up in a ball, sniffling, head hurting, that this was the saddest you had ever been.

You heard the door bell go, you heard it ring over and over again, impatient. You knew who it was, you had a game you liked to play where you tried to break eachothers doorbells whenever you found yourself knocking on for one another. But it couldn't have been Sam. He was away for work. It was either somebody else, who had no idea how their playful action tortured you, or you were dreaming. Perhaps you'd gone crazy.

It wasn't Sam, it couldn't be. So you rolled over and tried to ignore it. But it wouldn't relent and a few minutes later your phone began ringing in the next room. If you'd picked yourself up from your heap in the bed, gone to answer it, you'd have seen Sam's name on the caller ID.

But you didn't so you didn't and a minute later the doorbell began to ring again.

"Fuck off," you mumbled squeezing your eyes shut, trying to ignore it. If it was one of your friends come to ask whether you'd spoken to Sam about the rumours yet you didn't want to speak to them. And if Sam had told his mates about your phone call and they'd come round to ask what was going on, you didn't want to speak to any of them either.

But then the doorbell stopped and they started knocking instead.

"Y/N" you heard his voice and when you did you really did think you'd gone mental.

That was Sam, there was no doubt about it.

"Lass let us in..." he said, "can we talk..." he started but you were at the door in seconds. You weren't even sure you were going to see him when you opened the door, you'd only moved so quickly to find out if you were going insane or not, but when you opened the door you saw him standing there, his eyes red like yours. His skin sore from crying.

His nose was a little red and you could see he, like you, had cried himself to the point of no tears, that didn't mean he wasn't on the brink of more.

"uhuh," you said quietly, stepping aside to let him in, chewing your cheek. The sight of him so upset, his confidence shattered as he followed you inside and sat opposite you on the living room floor, leaving you with an overwhelming sense of guilt. He looked broken and it was your fault.

"Have a done somat?" he asked, swallowing a lump in his throat, fear and despair in his eyes, "a mean... whatve a done? wheres this come from lass a thought we were..."

"You just... you haven't done anythin Sam its me," you said trying not to cry, not realising how weak your voice would be until you were hearing it. Brittle. That was how you sounded, how he sounded too. How you both looked sitting there with that distance between you.

"Nah," he cut you off, "nah pet cmon be fair, dont treat me like am daft, tell me the truth..." he said, "please," he looked at you with wounded eyes and you felt a sob rise in your throat. You couldn't swallow it down and the tears erupted from you. You couldn't look at him, hiding your face in your hands as you shook your head and said sorry.

"Am really sorry Sam a just..." you sniffled but in seconds the distance between you had been closed, he'd scooped you up in his arms, cradling you to his chest as you cried. This was a mess, so much worse, so much harder for you now but you should have known not to let him see you cry. You knew if he saw you cry he wouldn't be able to just leave you to it.

"Ey cmon lass don't cry..." he said but you could tell he didn't believe his own advice, "cmon," he said, a sorry little laugh escaping him, "you'll set me off in a minute..." but he'd been crying since your call earlier and you both knew it. "Talk to me tink," he said softly, softer than he should have been, his tone hurting you both when he realised the affection in his voice.

"A just, its for the best int it," you said but he shook his head.

"Not from where am standing," he said with a bitter smirk, "cmon lass whatre you talking about y/n, look at me? look at you for christ sake, hows this for the best?"

"Cause," you sobbed, "it just is alreet, itll only hurt more if we leave it longer," you said stubbornly, "cause its gan happen sooner or later isnt it..."

"Whatre you on about?" he asked, getting irritated now, "is it fuck," he said his voice raising a little, sharpened, you winced. "I'd rather it didn't happen at all..."

"But it is!" you cried, "obviously it is Sam, you don't get it cause you don't see what a do!" you sobbed rubbing your eyes furiously, trying to push yourself out of his grip. At first he wouldn't let you go but the second time you tugged away from him he gave in. You pulled away, slid from his lap and you couldn't look at him when you spoke. "You're hardly ever here anymore so yous havent got a clue what its like here!"

"What dya mean pet, a know what me hometowns like...."

"If that was true you'd have been apologising to me this mornin when you phoned steada just actin like everythin was sound!" you said, picking at the sleeves of the sweater you wore, you bit back another sob, pissed off at yourself for breaking down in front of him.

"What?" he frowned, his brow knitting, you could see he was really trying to work this out, all of it, you, the mad things you were saying, how much it hurt. "Why love, whats happened? Has someone said somat to you again?" he asked, remembering the last argument you'd had, something one of the lassies down the hairdressers had said to you. A snide comment you'd taken to heart and stewed on for far too long.

"Not to me..." you said, "just everyone else," you said, and suddenly he understood, cause he had heard something, had heard that another daft rumour was flying around town about him. He hadn't thought for a second you'd believe it though.

"Are you on about that stupid fuckin rumour?" he groaned, running a hand through his hair, despairing when you looked up at him because he could see from the look in your teary eyes that was the case. You'd broken up with him over one of those stupid, empty rumours. You'd actually broken up with him over a rumour.  "Christ y/n are you kiddin on here or what? Are yas actually breakin up with me over that bloody rumour... you don't actually believe it do you?"

"No!" you sobbed, "no!" you said quickly, "no a fucking don't!" you cried, "am not stupid Sam, a know you wouldn't do that to me..."

"Then whats gannin on lass?" he asked looking at you with worn out eyes full of confusion. He was defeated, that flare in his temper put out. Suddenly he'd softened with his loss. Acceptance. "Why are we here?" he asked, looking at you, watching you biting your lip, desperate to reach out and brush the tears from your cheeks. He remained still. He couldn't anymore.

"I just..." you started again, "I..." you didn't know what to say, it had all made sense before, but now it didn't. Now you were looking at the love of your life, desperate to return to him, desperate for your argument to be over. For everything to be alright. You sighed.

"We aren't the same anymore," you said quietly, playing nervously with your sleeves, sure that when you explained yourself he would agree. He would see that you were right, that this made sense. "An one day you probably will meet some lass thats richer an prettier and more you know... on your level..." you started, "so am makin it easier on us, if we just give up now..."

"Aye but a don't want to give up now... and neither do you," he said, his eyes locked with yours, begging you to let him be right about that, and he was. You wanted Sam forever. You were just realistic. You knew you couldn't have it that way.

"But what about when you do... am tired Sam, its really fuckin hard being here when youre not, people talk and they never consider how a might feel, they just spout their opinions about you an me an us and they never want to talk about anythin else and every single time theres a rumour gannin round a wind up catching old women a don't even fuckin know shooting me sympathy looks on the bloody bus an a just, a don't want to keep living a life where old women who don't even know me feel fuckin sorry for me...."

He was quiet then, you watched him swallow a lump in his throat, swallow down his guilt and his sorrow, you watching his playing with his own sleeves, his fingers knotting and unknotting, messing with a thread on his sock. He didn't know what to say. You thought he'd probably seen sense so you opened your mouth to speak again.

"Dya get it now?" you asked but he just shook his head.

"Nah," he said, he sounded like a sulking teenage boy, "Nah a don't," he said looking up at you with a new kind of serious in his eyes.

You bit your lip, you couldn't tell what was going through his head anymore.

"What don't you..." you began but he looked up at you and that alone was enough to hush you. You'd stopped speaking before he'd leant forward, brushed a fleeting, shy little nip of a kiss across your lips. His hand cupped your cheek and lingered as he pulled away.

"You're the love of ma life lass," he said quietly, "a don't wanna just let you leave..."

You looked back at him stunned, your lips tingled where his had touched them, you couldn't look away from him. It hurt to admit you wanted him to do it again.

"An a'll do anythin for you," he said, eyes glancing away, then back to you, his fingers still hovering over your cheek, his touch soft.

You wanted to believe him, you did believe him, you didn't want him to let you leave either but you couldn't see another way.

"I just don't think theres another way Sam..." you sniffled, your voice threatening to break again. He could see you were going to cry but he didn't let that stop him this time.

"We could stay together," he said, "thats a way..." he said, chewing his cheek as he pulled away from you, your cheek cold without his hand cupping your jaw, "a reckon thats the best way actually, stayin together like... an a'll call yous every day and a'll make sure we see more of each other an a won't let you feel like you're gannin through all that shit on your own," he said, "we'll be better," he said, looking up at you, hopeful and desperate and begging you quietly. You'd never seen him look as vulnerable as that.

"I..." you bit your lip, you didn't want to let him go, didn't want to leave him. He'd said you were the love of his life and he was the love of yours. You'd known that for years.

"y/n if am wrong an you really can't..."

"No!" you said too quickly, panic setting your heart racing, your eyes wide as you snatched the end of his sentence away from him, "no," you said quieter, shaking your head, you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to undo everything you'd done, the mess you made. So you just looked back at him and hoped he'd understand. He held your gaze, the twitch of his smile soft, small and hopeful.

"Love you," you said quietly, your lips barely moving, your voice barely making a sound, but he heard you and he knew what that meant and he was back by your side in seconds, his hand cupping your cheek turning you to meet his lips. He kissed you, pushed his lips to yours with a passion of relief, a need which stemmed from the fear of losing you. You leant into his kiss and opened your mouth for him, felt his tongue run along your bottom lip before he bit down and tugged gently. The two of you pulling into one another closer, never quite managing to get close enough.

"Love you too tink," he mumbled between kisses, pulling you up into his lap only to change his mind a moment later, to push you down onto the rug so that you lay on his rug, your legs wrapped around his waist, him hovering above you, looking down at you with tears in his eyes which matched the tears in yours.

"A mean it lass, a don't wanna lose you," he said, "a wanna grow old an miserable with you, wanna wake up next to you an compete over whos got the worst arthritis," he grinned, teasing you as he kissed the tip of your nose, "an a don't care what anyone else is sayin about me, or you... long as me an you are sound,"

You looked up at him and nodded, softening under his warm tender gaze.

"Love you," you said, those the only words you could find to sum up the relief and the warmth and soothing of your aching heart. He was everything you needed and you knew that no rumour could hurt that. "An a wanna get old an miserable with you an all," you said splitting a sweet little smile as he leant down to kiss you, a quiet little chuckle escaping him.

"Good," he grinned kissing you again before lying down next to you, pulling you up so that you rolled over onto his chest, you looking down at him with a soft smile on your lips, petrified for a moment when you looked down and saw everything you could have thrown away.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 34

Man these parts are getting harder and harder to churn out. A lot of plot points converging and real life ramping up. Hopefully you all enjoy this. Please comment your thoughts on the chapter. And if you really liked it, Reblog it. Thats the best way to get others to see it. Also, Please let me know your thoughts. Your comments fuel me.

(Master Post)

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Masquerade surveyed the classroom. Her former classmates now her masked servants. It was fitting how they were all silent. Before, they listened to her because she told them exactly the things they wanted to hear, now they listened because she had power over them. It was kind of poetic in a way.

She looked across the classroom, she realized that there seemed to be more people missing than she initially realized.

“We are missing someone. Aside from Marinette, who is missing?”

The controlled classmates looked amongst themselves. Trying to figure out who was the one that was not in the class.

“Is it Chloé?” Miracular inquired, trying to answer her master’s request.

The akuma looked around.

“Huh… Oh yea, she isn’t here. Well she isn’t important. I was thinking someone else.” Masquerade answered. She looked to her most recently made akuma servant.

The Bubbler, the akumatized version of Nino stood motionless. As if he was not registering what was going on.

“Bubbler? Do you know who is missing?”

The multicolored akuma said nothing. Not even looking in the direction of the mask maiden.

“Bubbler! I order you to answer me!” She commanded with fiery rage.

The akuma turned to face his master, now responding.

“Adrien is missing.” The bubbler answered, his voice robotic and as emotive as a speak and spell.

“So, Adrien isn’t in the room. What a shame. I was planning on turning him into my handsome little knight.”

Masquerade thought for a moment.

Has Adrien been akumatized? Lila wasn’t sure she had ever seen or heard about him getting akumatized. She knew that the class had pretty much gotten hit at least once or twice at some point from what she had heard and read from the ladyblog. But if that goody-goody Marinette hadn’t been akumatized, Adrien likely hadn’t been akumatized either.

“Alright my servants! We have a new mission. I want you to lock this school down! No one is allowed in or out. Anyone you find, bring them to me. If they can be akumatized, then they are joining our cause.”

“Time breaker. Guard the perimeter outside of the school. Anyone outside of Ladybug and Chat noir trying to get in. Tag them, but only if they are suspicious of what’s going on. Stay hidden otherwise.”

“Timebreaker nodded and began skating out of the room in a rush.

“Horrificator, once Timebreaker is outside, seal all the exits in the main building.”

The masked monstress nodded and sped out of the room.

“Dark Cupid, Stoneheart, Princess Fragrance, Miracular and Reflekta. I want you to split up check all of the rooms and bring me potential akumas.”

The five akuma nodded and made their way out the door.

“Gamer and Robostus. I want you to hack into the airwaves. I want access to every Electric device in Paris when I give you the signal. But make sure to be subtle. I don’t want anyone to know about us until I tell you.”

The two nod and start working to get that ready for her.

She focuses her attention to the bubble making akuma that was giving her problems earlier.

Considering how hard it was to break him down, it was understandable. She had saved him for last for a reason. Because he was the hardest one to crack.

He was a relatively calm individual, able to keep a level head. But even he had his weakness. His confidence. Once that was shaken, seeing his entire class taken, knowing his girlfriend was under her control, he couldn't resist another moment. In a way, it was the most satisfying charm on her bracelet.

“Now Bubbler, you are going to go and locate Marinette and Adrien for me. Put them in a bubble and bring them to me. Help that girlfriend of yours.”

The bubbler nodded yes despite severe shaking. Seems even now he is trying to resist the control of the mask.

“Troublesome, but it is only temporary. He will break soon enough.” Masquerade mused to herself.

She looked at the near empty room with contempt. This was hardly a place where she could exact her vengeance. It was so… lame. Though a thought occurs as she realized who she had left standing at attention without orders.

“Evillustrator, I have a special request for you.”

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“What is this?” Chloé screeched. “My daddy bought me the best phone plan in the city. How can I not have service right now?!”

The nurse felt a chill run down her spine. Could the akuma block out phone signals? Is that why there is no attention being given to the school? How could they call for help? How would anyone know of the akuma attack? Would Ladybug and Chat noir be able to help them?

The nurse started to feel herself going pale, she was just supposed to be a school nurse. Worst thing she needed to deal with was a scraped knee or give a kid an ice pack. Now she has a woman that collapsed on the bed and an akuma that is somewhere in the school. She had just moved to Paris a few months ago. It was her dream to live in the city of love, get her career going, find a nice guy, and just live the good life. But no one told her that supervillain attacks would be so personally connected to her situation? She had heard about this crap in New York and in America. But Paris? It was too much. What if Ladybug and Chat noir didn’t fix everything? What if this was where her story ended. What if…

“Hey!”

The nurse turned to her attention to the voice. It was the brash blonde teen that was complaining.

“You look like you’re going to pass out. Just a heads up, I am not taking care of you.” Chloé commented.

Angela felt her face heat up with annoyance.

“Listen you brat. I don’t have time to deal with your attitude. I have a woman that is out cold from exhaustion in a building with a hostile akuma.”

“Good, at least you aren’t going to faint. I don’t need any more whinny women fainting on me”

The nurse paused, did the girl say that just to help her not succumb to the grim situation?

Chloé started making her way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“You already got your hands full with the annoying assistant. I need to make a call to daddy. So, I am going to head out the building and try there. Try not to get ripped apart by an akuma, I still need more ice when I get back.”

Angela blinked. This girl wasn’t scared of the akuma. She was actually going out to do something reasonable. If she could call for help, it would mean that this whole thing blows over.

“Okay, I’ll stay here. Be safe.”

“Yea whatever.”

Chloé headed out the door.

Angela felt a ghost of a smile grace her face.

‘Maybe that girl isn’t a complete brat after all.’

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The shapeshifting sentimonster growled as it smacked the locker. It lost both primary targets. And worst of all, Ladybug appeared to make this even harder. Masquerade needed to hear about this.

“Master, Marinette and Adrien have escaped my sight.”

The sentimonster heard a sigh of disappointment from the other end.

“It is fine Simularé, They wont be able to escape the school anyway. They will be found soon enough. If anything, this is a blessing in disguise. Having them be the last targets will have them bare witness to how devasting it will all be.” Masquerade answered. “Any news on Ladybug and Chat noir?”

“That’s the other bad news. Ladybug arrived, I am assuming that’s how Marinette managed to escape, and ladybug also took Adrien away as well. No sign of chat noir. But if you know one is here, the other is likely soon to follow.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as masquerade mulled over the information she had received.

“Actually, that works out well for us. Meet up at my location, I have the other students out looking for them, I need your power for something more important.”

“Yes master.”

Simularé shifted back into its phantom form, moving quickly down the hallway to obey her master’s request.

Just as it left, Ladybug popped out of a nearby locker. Relieved it didn’t notice.

“That’s not good, Masquerade likely got everyone in the classroom.” The red heroine said aloud.

She activated her communicator and tried to contact chat noir. But there was no sound.

“Damn it. No signal. Lila likely cut the communication as soon as she realized it.?”

“No worries Buggaboo, I happen to be on site.” A voice called out.

Chat noir jumped out of another locker to reveal he was there.

Ladybug felt a bit of relief at her partner’s appearance. She could tell he felt the same. Better a situation with two heroes.

“Been here the whole time?” The spotted heroine asked her cat crimefighting comrade.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago, I figured something was up, so I decided to take a quick peek. Cat curiosity and all that.”

“And you assumed it was with Collège Françoise Dupont?”

“It seemed like a solid guess.”

“Considering the track record, that is reasonable.” Ladybug conceded.

“Ever wonder why it is always this school and never any of the other schools? Paris is a big city. You would think Hawkmoth would decide to branch out to the other schools in the city.” Chat noir inquired as they started walking down the hall.

“I assumed its just a coincidence.”

“Shot in the dark, maybe he has a kid that goes here. He is pretty old” Chat noir dissed.

“I can’t imagine anyone that would want to date Hawkmoth.” Ladybug joked.

“What about the blue lady? She seemed crazy enough.”

“And now that image is burned in my mind. Thanks kitty.” Ladybug sarcastically commented. “Despite the mental scarring, I am glad you got here. Seems a repeat offender got herself an upgrade in the akuma powers department.”

“Lila.”

“How did you know?”

“I was reading the ladyblog, Alya did great work on that article.” Chat noir praised. He mentally applauded his quick thinking.

“Right, kind of the reason I felt the need to keep an eye on this place. But sadly, I was too slow.” Ladybug responded a tad gloomy.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We will finish this akuma before lunch.”

Ladybug heard a footstep from the end of the hallway.

“Get down!”

Ladybug tackled the cat hero down. Just narrowly avoiding a neon pause symbol, which now suck on the wall.

“Looks like Lila has been busy.” Chat noir noted as he turned his face to the direction of the attacker.

Ladybug looked at the akuma. The white mask covering her friend’s face. Lady Wifi was back.

“Alya…”

The two heroes got into a fighting stance and prepared to take down this controlled akuma.

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The halls were empty and lifeless as the two visiting teens made their way cautiously down the halls.

“Oddly quiet in here.” The fencer commented. “What do you think Luka?”

“Well last time we entered a place with an akuma in it, it was brimming with armored minions. Maybe this akuma has more stealth?” The Musician commented. “So, I don’t think you will be fighting as directly as you are use to Kagami.”

Kagami nodded at that, not exactly happy or sad regarding that remark. Her plan was to see if she could help her friends get out of the building, grab her textbook, and get out. She wasn’t really that interested in fighting a superpowered foe at this moment in time.

The two ceased speaking when they heard approaching footsteps.

“Someone’s coming.” Luka noted.

The two duck into the nearest room.

The two stayed close to the door as they listened to the sound of the approaching figure.

Kagami dropped to the floor silently as to check and see if she could get a visual.

She could only see what appeared to be costume boots of a larger figure. Which made the expert fencer believe it was not friendly.

The figure stopped, looking at the door. The two teens felt their neck hairs stand on edge as they did their best not to make a sound.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure passed the door without checking. Once the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, they let out a sigh of relief.

“That was way too close for comfort.”

“Agreed. I would prefer a direct confrontation next time, much less nerve-racking. “

The two carefully open the door and exit the room.

“Seems we found the akuma.” Luka commented. “Now we just need to avoid it and.”

“You mean akumas.” Kagami corrected.

“Akumas?”

Kagami tilted the boys head to look in the same direction she was looking, and sure enough she saw a rather large rock like creature walking the halls.

“Oh… well that is bad.”

Kagami pushed him back into the room and closed the door. Locking it before the rock giant could notice them.

“I’m surprised.”

“By the fact there is an 8-foot-tall rock beast outside?”

“No, by the fact you didn’t try to fight it.”

“I don’t have a weapon.” Kagami replied flatly.

Luka raised a brow at the comment, unsure if the fencer was serious or not about fighting that thing if she had a foil.

“Is something wrong?” A third voice came from behind them.

The two teens turned around, preparing for the worst. Though they were relieved to see it was just an old janitor… in a Hawaiian shirt. Despite his odd dress, he did give off a kind aura. One of a trusting old grandpa.

They noticed that the room seemed to be a sort of teacher’s lounge, with a small counter with a sink and cabinets. As well as a fridge to keep food cold and stored. A place in the school where teachers would come to get a quick coffee or store their lunch.

“Oh good, you aren’t an akuma.” Luka sighed with relief.

“An akuma?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it is very dangerous out there right now. There are multiple villains outside. I would recommend staying put while we go out there and help handle things.” Kagami explained.

“Quite bold of you to go out there against those monsters.” The man responded.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful. We just need to make sure we can get as many people out as we can so Ladybug and Chat noir won’t need to worry.”

“Ah, how selfless of you. You both seem quite capable for ones so young.”

“You’re very kind, but we are just doing what we can. Our friends are out there and they need our help.”

Kagami goes to the door. Checking to ensure the coast is clear again.

The old man pats the musician’s shoulder.

“I am sure you two will figure a way to help your friends.”

“There are too many outside this room.” Kagami grumbled. If only I had a way to fight them.”

The mysterious janitor smiled.

“Say… I did happen to see Ladybug earlier.”

The two teens turned their attention to the old man.

“You did?” they asked in unison.

“Yes, she happened to drop something while rushing. Would you two be so kind as to return them to her when you see her.”

The two of them glance at each other and shrug. The old janitor might be senile.

“Sure… We can give it to her.” Luka assured the old man, trying to remain polite.

The old man moves to a closet, where out of view of the two teens, an elaborate chest with the symbol of the guardian’s decorates the top. He quickly gets two smaller boxes and closes the closet.

“Ah! Here they are.”

He hands the two a small box each. Their eyes go wide.

“They seemed important, so I didn’t want to just leave them on the floor. But I have a feeling you two will take good care of them.”

The two teens were engrossed by the boxes in their hands. They recognized them immediately. These were the boxes Ladybug used when handing out miraculous.

“Where did you find…?” Kagami tried to question, but noticed the old man was no longer there.

“He’s gone…”

“Actually, I am over here.”

The teens look in the opposite direction they were looking in order to see him at the end of the room getting a snack from the fridge.

The duo decided that maybe this old guy wasn’t all there after all and figured it would be best to go somewhere and utilize the ‘gift’ they were just given.

“Stay in the lounge where it’s safe okay?” Luka asked politely.

“Of course. I am not paid if I am not working.”

The two teens checked the door again, and once the coast was clear. They both slipped out of the room.

After he knew they were out of sight, the old man chuckled.

“The senile routine works every time.”

“Master, you really cut it close with that one.” A small turtle creature exclaimed as he popped out from the closet.

“The universe works in mysterious ways Wayzz. What are the odds that there would be an attack on the school the very day I decide to hide out as a janitor?”

“Considering the frequency of akuma attacks, very likely.”

“True, but how about running into two individuals that Marinette had picked to be heroes.” Fu followed up.

“That is quite a coincidence.”

The guardian pulled out his phone and noticed he didn’t have a signal.

“It seems I can’t get a signal to notify her of the reinforcements I sent her way. Likely it would be the same on her end. So, it is a good thing I acted in advance.”

Fu moved to the closet where he kept the miraculous.

“I can’t help but shake the feeling Ladybug and Chat noir will need all of the help they can get.

“Don’t worry master, I am sure Ladybug and Chat noir will be successful.

“Let us keep an eye on things. They might need another ally to turn the tide.

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“I am guessing you are also familiar with what’s inside here?” Kagami inquired as the two stealthily moved in the hall.

“I may be familiar with it.” Luka commented.

Kagami contemplated the statement. She figured out the truth.

“Seems we both have used a miraculous then?”

“It appears we have. Though I am not sure Ladybug will be thrilled that someone knows I have helped her.”

“I understand the sentiment. Though lets simply agree to keep it between us.” Kagami answered. “Friends do keep secrets like that if I’m correct.”

Luka smiled at the comment.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Luka assured.

“As is yours.”

The two found the locker room and quickly moved inside.

“Coast is clear.”

The two opened the boxes and as they did two magical creatures appeared in front of them.

A floating creature with multiple spikes appeared in front of the fencer, while another floating creature that resembled a cobra stood in front of luka.

“It is a pleasure to see you again Mistress Kagami.”

“It’s been too long, Longg.” Kagami smiled. Happy to see her kwami friend.

“Hello Luka, itssss been a while.” The snake kwami greeted.

“Happy to see you too Sass.” Luka fist bumped his kwami.

The kwamis stop and turn to see the other kwami there.

“Does Ladybug know about this?” They both ask in unison.

“We will inform her after. Right now, there is a lot of danger.” Kagami exclaimed. “Ladybug needs our help.”

The two kwami nod and prepare to fight.

“Consssider us accomplissses.” Sass answered.

The two teens put on the miraculous.

“Sass! Scales Slither.”

“Longg! Bring the storm”

The two teens transform into their heroic alter egos.

Kagami shifting into the dragon miraculous hero Ryuuko, and Luka changing into the Snake hero Viperion.

The two stop to glance at the other.

“So, what should I call you.” The snake hero asked curiously.

“Call me Ryuuko. And what about you mister snake?”

“Viperion is what I am going with.”

“Fitting.”

“As is yours.”

The two give a nod of comradery before making their way out of the locker room. They had to go help Ladybug.

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Ladybug dashed across the hallway, avoiding pause symbols being flung at her by the conniving akuma.

She slid underneath one of the symbols and preformed a daring slide kick to knock Lady Wifi off balance.

While she was unstable, Chat noir charged and used his baton to make contact with her white mask. Believing it was the obvious weak point.

“Got it!” Chat noir exclaimed triumphantly. The strike of the staff knocking Ladywifi a good several meters. Before lying flat on her back.

“Wow, that is a tough mask. I thought for sure that was the weak point.” Chat noir commented.

Lady Wifi stood up robotically.

“There must be a way to snap her out of it. Unless Hawkmoth is learning from his mistakes.” Ladybug hypothesized as she got up from the ground.

“Well I got nothing.” Chat noir shrugged.

Another set of footsteps approaching caught the hero’s attention. The recognized the multicolored bubble maker the moment they saw him.

“Nino… You too?” Chat noir said under his breath.

The Bubble maker used his bubble wand to summon two large bubbles to capture the heroes. Bringing back flashbacks of their first encounter with the bubble akuma.

Chat noir and Ladybug expertly slide between the gaps of the attack, resulting in Lady Wifi getting hit with the large bubbles and being sent flying into the wall via bubble prison.

Chat noir lunged at the Bubbler, his quick pounce pinning him down before he could attack.

“Maybe I can destroy his mask with…”

“Wait Chat noir!” Ladybug called out.

Chat noir paused.

“What if your cataclysm doesn’t free him?”

“And then I am left without the power before a recharge.”

“Exactly. We need to hold off on using our powers right now.”

Chat noir wanted to save his friend. But he knew his partner was right. They needed to conserve their powers before facing Lila.

The Bubbler managed to get the cat hero off of him with a burst of strength. Knocking Chat noir to the ground.

Lady Wifi had gotten free from the bubble attack and was now blocking the other entrance.

Ladybug and Chat noir moved back to back, Ladybug facing the ladyblogger turned mindless akuma slave and Chat noir facing the akumatized DJ.

“Any ideas, Buggaboo?”

“Seems they can’t adapt. They are pretty much mindless slaves. Which makes sense since Lila wouldn’t want them to think for themselves.”

“So you’re saying their movements are simple.”

“Which means they are exploitable.”

Chat noir felt relief watch over him. He knew Ladybug had a plan.

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“EWWWW!” Chloé screeched in disgust. The front entrance to the school had been covered in a pink slime.

She wiped her hand on the cleanest section of wall she could find. This was not her day.

“What is with this nasty gross akuma? First, I can’t call Daddy to come and pick me up. I can’t even post about it! How will Ladybug know to save me? Or better yet, get me the bee miraculous so I can help her save the day?”

Chloé decided to try another exit, since she had no plans of sticking around without knowing if she was going to be given a miraculous or not. Plus, she did say she would call for help, and doing that would make her look good in potential hero points.

As she was walking, she bumps into something in the middle of the hall. Which was bizzare since the hall was clear.

“Ouch, right on my bruise. What the hell is…”

Chloé felt her anger shift to fear when she watched as the empty hall now contained a familiar akuma.

“Sabrina?”

The akuma turned to her, her face covered with a white face mask.

“Eww. Your akuma form looks even tacker than before.”

“Take potential akuma to master.” The akumatized Sabrina stated in an emotionless tone. Repeating the order, she had been given.

“Oh no you don’t! Sabrina, I order you to listen to me!”

The akuma ignored the blonde’s command and slowly walked towards her.

“Sabrina… I am warning you. I am going to yell at you over this later if you don’t stop right now.”

Chloé started slowly backing away. She wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Listen… if you stop right now… I’ll uh… let you take a pick of one of my old sweaters.” Chloé bargained, not intending to let her pick one of the ones she actually liked.

Chloé felt her hand touch the sealed door, and knew she was at the end of the hall. She was boxed in.

“This is so unacceptable.” Chloé stated, preparing to get captured. But a flash of Red and Black came out of nowhere and kicked the akuma hard to the wall.

“Ladybug! I knew you would like save me!” Chloé jumped and hugged her savior.

“Im not ladybug.” The heroine spoke.”

Chloé released the hug as she examined who her savior was.

“Who the hell are you?”

Chloé had never bothered to learn the names of any of the other miraculous heroes. She sometimes forgets chat noir’s name.

“Ryuuko.” The dragon heroine stated calmly, almost regretting saving Chloé.

“Did Ladybug send you? Cause it would have been better if she got me to help.”

Ryuuko decided to ignore Chloé’s comment.

“Now we need to leave before she… Where did she go?” Looking at the dented locker that no longer had an akuma lying on the ground.

Suddenly the akuma popped out of nowhere about to strike from above with her tonfa and steal Ryuuko’s powers, but was stopped when a small harp smacked her face.

“She appears to have invisibility.” A voice called out.

The two turn to see the snake hero as he caught his harp on the rebound.

Chloé took a moment to look over the snake hero. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. Not Adrien cute, maybe she would start learning the names of the other heroes.

“Quick thinking Viperion.” Ryuuko thanked the snake teen.

“Just following your lead.” Viperion responded. The two giving eachother a respectful smile. They both seemed to have gotten used to working together.

The akuma got up. Its white face mask making the akuma’s expression unreadable. But its body language exuded rage.

“Seems we aren’t going anywhere until she is taken care of.” Ryuuko said as she stared down the akuma.

Viperion turned to chloé.

“You need to go and get to safety.”

“Okay!” Chloé says as she runs off.

“How come she didn’t give you any sass?”

“Because I already have him.”

Kagami had to admit that was a clever response.

“Not what I meant, but Chat noir would love that joke.”

“I will be sure to tell him it later.”

“Stick to playing guitar. You’re a better musician than comedian.”

Before they could get off anymore banter. The akuma went for another attack.

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Simularé entered Ms.Bustier’s classroom.

“I am here.” The ghostly sentimonster announced.

“Excellent.”

The sentimonster looked up to see that the classroom it was expeciting to see had been altered into what appeared to be a rather glamourous throne room. The windows covered by white curtains with the design of an akuma in black. The platforms and stairs had been altered to be marble. And at the top, where Lila’s desk once was was now a golden throne akin to something one would see in a castle. Though despite the impressive change in the classroom it was still being designed. The akuma known as the evillustrator was still creating more furnishings for the room.

“Simulare, I have an order for you.” Masquerade stated as she sat on the new throne. Clearly confident in her position.

The sentimonster approached her master. Stopping only a few feet away.

“I want you to create a mirage over the school. Since Ladybug is already in the school. It would be best if you made sure no one notices whats happening here. I don’t need any additional heroes popping in yet. Let’s handle her before making things public.”

Simularé nodded.

“Understood. But what should we do if she…”

“I have everything under control. Just follow my orders.”

Simularé ceased her questioning.

“As you wish master.”

The sentimonster shifted into her Volpina form and headed out of the classroom.

“She is getting arrogant in her power. If things do go south, I will need to step in.” Simularé said to herself. But for now, she knew she had a role to play.

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And that ends part 34.

Seems things are REALLY heating up. Will Viperion and Ryuuko be able to help Ladybug and Chat noir?

Will Ladybug and Chat noir be able to get through to their brainwashed friends?

Will Masquerade's gambit be enough for her to get her vengeance?

Whats Simularé's deal?

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