#exams my detested

[obituarybug]

I want everyone who's sent me asks for my JJBA shitpost comics that I've literally complied them all with ideas in a google doc, they're just embarrassingly time consuming to make considering the result and I've been really busy lately LMAO

[sirspeep]

they call me thomas thorne the way i shit talk byron until i get a 30 e lode.

[misskamelie]

Me whenever I get the chance to speak well about some professor whose course I thoroughly enjoyed because someone asked about it in the uni group chat: 👀💕

[nilesmoon]

I am doing this thing called becoming a resident evil guy. I do not know why I am suddenly having this aspiration but it will Happen.

[sparklystarrrr]

crewel adopt us headcanon?

Anon I fucking love you for this request. (you don't know how I tweaked out from happiness from seeing this in my inbox)

Adopting His Puppy

Synopsis: Crewel adopts you as his own lovely chidl!

Contains: Divius C. x Gn! Reader, platonic, Potionology is your best subject, papa Crewel is my fav Crewel, minor(?) reader - not specified, reader has implied familial problems

Arriving in Twisted Wonderland and forcibly getting acclimated to their traditions, history and simple ways of life were no easy feat. It was probably the worst time of your life besides the distractions your friends gave you.

It was so much worse now that you had no parental figure and no family. No one was there when you needed some sense knocked into you or if you just needed parental guidance

Along with your friends though, Potionology with Professer- Master Crewel was easily enjoyable

Since you got here, you and Master Crewel had been getting closer and really starting to get to know each other. It was the most fun you'd had in a while. For the first time you had a home away from home

One thing that stood out to you the most was that he would be less strict with you. He wouldn't yell or prod at you during lessons and would take his time teaching you and making sure you understood what was laid out before you

You'd go to his classroom to find him whenever you needed guidance or just someone to be with and the two of you would talk for hours. Eventually he'd send you on your way with a few extra dollars because he highly detested Crowley's ways of "caring" for you

He would sew clothes he thought would look nice on you and would even teach you some sewing skills. Everything you mastered, with his teaching or not, he would give you a pat on the back, saying he's proud of you.

It was the first time in a while you'd heard those words come from someone's mouth. It was like the world bloomed around you every time he congratulated you on something or suggested you come down to his classroom for some extra Potionology or sewing while you talked endlessly about things like his dogs or your shared hatred for Crowley (the jokes you two make are actually terrible but so hilarious that they can't be spoken outside the room)

At one point after a particularly hard day of school with finding out you flunked two exams, Ramshackle was literally breaking down again, you had no more money for food, and your favorite shirt snagged a hole from getting caught on a splintery door, you came to his classroom weeping. It wasn't the first time you'd cried around him but it had never been this heavily

That day was the first time he'd hugged you. It was a bit awkward since he didn't want to wrinkle or soil his clothes but it was warm and soft in a way. Most importantly, it was loving.

He rubbed your back gently and let you cry while you both talked. This was the most concerned he's ever been for a student. You both figured out ways to fix everything after you calmed down. He suggested you go to your friends dorms for the time being since it would be convenient due to your dorm situation

He even helped you study for the upcoming exams you had to make up for the two failed ones. He was a bit more strict than usual but you knew he had a good intention to do so. Right after, he lent you his sewing machine and with the skills he gave you, you fixed up the hole in your shirt.

Not too many days later you received a call to go to Headmaster Crowley's office for important business you dragged your feet a bit. It was unknown to you the big news behind his words, but to you any request from Crowley was a tedious and unwanted one!

Once arriving, it didn't seem too awkward. The air was light and warm and it smelled of the woodsy cologne Crewel wore. It felt familiar to you.

There were papers on the desk laying perfectly organized. It seemed like this was paperwork once again but it was odd that Crewel was there...

"Hey Crewel! And Crowley... Why was I called here? I heard there were some papers I needed to sign?" (y/n) spoke with a small sigh. The two men turned their attention to them after what seemed to be a conversation that had annoyed Crewel to his wits end. His stiff hand that was previously pinching the bridge of his nose was set down on the table more comfortably. A small smile grew on his face "Hello, Pup. How have you been?" He patted the chair next to him and ushered (y/n) towards it gently. With a silent nod and a smile as your answer, they sat down.

"So, (y/n), we've called you here to discuss a rather important topic! Wouldn't you say, Crewel?" Crowley spoke in his boisterous tone."Yes yes, it will be very important to discuss. Remind me of why I had to take this up with you out of all people?"Crewel groaned and ran his fingers through his neat hair. "W-well Divius, all paperwork going to the College must go through me of course!"

"Did you make that up?"

"... On with the papers Crewel! The poor Prefect doesn't have all day as you know!"

(y/n) and Crewel both sighed in unison. "Anyways... What are these papers about?" Crewel took a deep breath and spoke more gently, "These are papers to legally adopt you, Pup. You do not need to make the decision now but as I've spent more time with you, I've viewed you as much more than a student." (y/n) knew exactly what he meant. He saw them as family. There was a sudden feeling of warmth in their chest again. They felt the same, the exact same.

"N-no no... I'd like to sign it. I'd love to.." They spoke. Their voice wavered but was still as bold as ever. Crewel smiled to himself and placed the papers in front of (y/n). He slipped the pen into their hand,"Sign away Pup."

They signed the papers with shaking hands. Not of fear or anxiety, but out of the excitement they felt. They'd longed for the feeling of truly having a parental figure who cared for them, one who wanted them. Here they were with their favorite teacher in this new magical school; he was adopting them. They finished signing with tears in their eyes and placed the pencil down.

In one quick movement, they threw themselves into Crewel's arms. Through his surprised grunt, he laid his hands on their shoulders,"My my Pup, you will wrinkle my clo-" "Thank you, Father." He let out a breathy laugh and kissed the crown of their head softly"Of course, my Pup." He hugged them closer while trying his best to ignore the tears falling on his shoulder.

"My, how gracious it is to see a family come together!-" "SHUT UP CROWLEY!"

Also also, for any other requests for Staff members (or Grimm) THEY WILL ONLY BE PLATONIC JUST LIKE THIS -- I see them all as family in the game and it would be super uncomfortable for me to write about shabloinking with them

[lotus-n-l0ve]

LOST WITHOUT YOU, BABY

— Eren Yeager x Female Reader

With Heart And Soul.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Boyfriend!Eren, Girlfriend!reader, high school sweethearts, bullying, blood, fight, mob boss!eren, smut, kiss, late night, sex, p in v, 2.4k words. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Feels so good to write after so long. My exams are coming up, of course I will wanna right now 乁⁠[⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠]⁠ㄏ

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST

DO NOT PRESS [READ MORE] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀 𝐇2𝐑 at the back of the baby blue two story house. Crossing over the wall wasn't so hard anymore after doing so many times. He ghosted across the back yard and climbed on to the maple tree before he was standing in front of the familiar window that led to your bedroom, separating you from him.

Eren stepped ahead on the rough branch leading right to the window. The glass window was left open as if you knew he would come by. He slid it open and he jumped inside the room with a thud but not loud enough to alert your parents who were fast asleep two rooms down the hallway. You were fast asleep under the fluffy comfort of the duvet.

Eren tiptoed to the bathroom and opened the door with as little noise as possible. You had been whining about the ongoing exam and how much pressure it was giving you. Eren knew he could give you the world you wanted. You only had to tell him with your sweet voice and he would bring the whole world to your feet. But he also respected your decision to do something yourself, to be independent.

Getting rid of any and every piece of clothing, Eren stepped under the shower head. Warm water glided down his body, soothing away all the tension in his muscles. Eren tangled a hand through the wet locks and tilted his head back. Drops of water pitter-pattering on his eyes and lips. His heart was felt with nothing but detest and abhor. He loathed everything, from the waking moment to the last awake second everyday.

Eren sometimes feared what he would do if you had not graced his life that one afternoon of mid-march.

The intense hit of boot against your belly sent a jolt of acute pain through your body. It would leave a ugly bruise you were sure. The blood had already dried under your nose long ago, now the area just  felt tight and itchy. The next hit came down hard on your head, almost knocking you out.

         “Do you have some screws loose in your head?” Your attacker shouted, stomping on your crouched body that stayed laying down on the cold floor of an empty classroom, “I clearly told you to finish my assignment and hand it over to teach. Then why the fuck is he saying I didnt submit my work?”

Two of his minions didn't try even the slightest to suppress the snickers. Standing behind their leader as if he was doing something great.

         “It was your assignment. Why should I do it?” Each trembling word that came out of your mouth, hurt your throat like hell. But it was not worse than the torture you had been enduring for the past two months. Precisely two and half months ago, you moved to this new city because of your father’s transfer. It had been two months since you started attending ‘Heritage High’ and every single student here had made it their job to bully the life out of the new student. Louise Liebert being the leader of them all.

He was the kid who was never told ‘no’ in his entire life. So, when you, being the reserved kid you were, denied to exchange your new fountain pen with his already half used ball pen, it hurt his ego and he made it his mission to fill your days in the school with hurt and sorrow. The pain was special to you, your grandpa had gifted it to you for the new journey you were going to start. He always had it with him wherever he went. He called it his lucky star but it didn't seem to have much luck for your case.

Complaining to your parents got you nowhere when the school staff and children pledged for his innocence. You had a suspicion that it had something to do with his father being the mayor of the town. The only thing you accomplished was proving yourself to be a liar to your parents and increased bullying.

         “Looks like you still have the energy to argue, huh?” Adler, the tall and abnormally skinny guy on his right scoffed.

         “All that beating was not enough for you was it?” Baldur, the shorty onLouise’s left sneered down at you.

         Louise brought his face to your level, a vicious smirk on his face, “Do you need a dick in your mouth to shut up like your mommy dearest?”

You didn't know what happened but the second those words left his stinky mouth, you shot up. Your head hitting his jaw as he went back flying, slamming his head on the hard floor. The room echoed the crazy screams of three individuals. A sense of fight or flight knocked you and you were sprinting out of the room, running through the empty hallway with three angry bulls running after you. As much as scared you were, you were also very proud of yourself. You hoped he cracked his head.

You ran and ran fast. If they got their hands on you then you were sure that you would be going home with more than just black eyes. Running up the stairs, you threw the door in front of you with a screech. They were just a few steps away from you as you pushed the door with your whole body and tried to shut the door. But your tired body was too weak against three of them.

The door swung with force, tripping you backwards on the ground. Fuck! They towered over your body, looking like hungry hyenas, very injured hyenas at that.If only you were not about to get beaten, you would have danced with joy. They closed in on you as you attempted to back away.

         “Now what? Where are you gonna run now bitch!” Louise sneered. 

         “Why don't you worry about yourself first, Liebert…….” You see the colours drain from Louise’s face, not only him but also his minions. “......Quite the brevery you’ve got there.”

The more that deep voice spoke a little far behind you, the more shit scared those fuckers looked. Your head turned ever so slowly. The very familiar body of Eren Yeager lying on the hard bench. Suddenly jumping off the roof didn't seem that bad. If Louise was a hyena, then Eren was the lion. Eren was the nightmare of Marley. Notorious, cruel, and brutal were the words that describe him. The only son of Grisha Yeager, the successor of Lupus, the biggest underworld gang. They didn't have to hide in the shadows, no, they wore suits and flaunted themselves in the broad daylight. The government was run by the rats of Lupus.

Eren lived up to his name, Hel, beautiful on one side and cruel on the other. He had everyone in Heritage High walking on eggshells.In attempt of saving yourself from one trouble, you threw yourself in the tiger’s den.

         “E-Eren–” Louise squicked rather embarrassingly, “We–”

         “Since when are we on a first name basis?” His tone was nonchalant but even you could feel the threat underneath.

Eren leisurely brought himself up in a sitting position. His eyes looked this side on the floor and then that side, searching for something, before it landed on you. You could feel your heart in your throat. God! You didnt wanna be anywhere near that menace of a boy. He jerked his head to your right, pointing at something.

What is it? A bat like his last victim? Or a gun like the one before that?

You follow his gaze, landing on a black bag and an unopened can of soda. You prayed to all the gods in existence that he meant the soda can as you hurriedly scooted over to bring it to him. He glanced at your hands holding out the can for him before staring at you with a raised eyebrow. WHAT NOW? 

You glanced at the can before realization drew onto you. Dumbass! You used all the strength you had and opened it and offered him again. This time Eren took the can, taking a sip of the cold drink.

         “Sir Yeager, everything is this bitch’s fault.” Alder spoke up, “Had she not run in here, we would have never disturbed you.”

         “Yes sir, we were teaching her a lesson but this bitch–” Baldur backed him.

         Eren took another sip, “Lesson? What is this great lesson of yours?” 

         The three exchanged worried glances and finally the biggest asshole of the group spoke up, “We were doing this for you sir.” 

         “Yes we caught her bad mouthing you–” 

         “That's not true!!” You almost yelled in fear, “I–”

Eren held up a hand, shutting you up and signed for them to continue. You could see relief sinking on them. Their eyes glinted with smugness.

        Louise continued with all the arrogance in his voice, “She was talking shit about you and we told her that she should not do that, she said that “Eren can suck my dick” that you are a lousy fucker who uses his father to get away with everything.”

         “Is that so?”

You felt your heart sink. Eyes prickled with tears and nose burned like hell as you grasped what was going to happen. The best would be if he straight up strangled you to death. Your head bowed down in the last attempt of saving yourself from further embarrassment. But did that even matter anymore?

You saw Eren throwing the can to the side, out of sight, and stood up and you instinctively backed away two steps. You waited for the blow to come, you waited and waited and waited because the blow never came. But a loud thud along with a piercing scream echoed on the rooftop, scaring away the pigeons there alongside you. Your bread shot up and the scene before you left you gasping.

Dulder’s body stayed slumped against the wooden door with his head shoved into the, now broken, door. Blood pooled around his quivering form and splattered on walls, his friends and most of all, on Eren himself. 

         Eren grabbed Louise’s coller and brought him up to his eye lever, “You think i'm one of your minions or something that i'll believe whatever you say?”

         Eren had a good five inches on Louise. His toes were barely touching the floor and that left him gasping for air, “I’m t-telling…… the…t-truth–”

         “So you are saying that you think–no, believe that I should suck your dick? That I get away with everything because of my father?” Eren tilted his head to the side and scoffed, “Do you also think that my father can stop me from beating you to death? Let’s do a little test.”

The next few minutes were like hell. You could hear every sound of bone cracking whenever Eren landed a punch. Every splash of blood and the groans of pain. You had slouched yourself in a crouched position, facing the wall, in the last attempt of saving yourself. When it finally stopped, you found yourself unable to relax because he was still there. The next could be you.

Sniffles were uncontrollable, you were probably shaking like you were being electrocuted. You heard steps closing on you before stopping right behind you.

         “Oii…” You felt a light kick on the back of your leg, “Are you seriously crying? After I beat your bullies?”

You tried to at least say one word but your throat was clogged with sniffles. He sighed as if you were a lost cause. 

         “So ungrateful. Not even a thanks.” Something fell on your head, a blazer, hiding you from the outside world, “You stink man! Go take a shower.”

With that he left you, alone, on the rooftop, with thousands of thoughts and maybe a little bit of relief. For Eren those were the best minutes he wasted and that he will never regret.

          “What are you thinking about?” You asked with your ever so soft voice as you ran your hands through his long hair from the back.

          “You.” Eren replied without a hint of hesitation.

You dragged your fingers down his neck and started massaging his tensed shoulder and his back.

         “Another meeting with your dad?” you received a hum in response, “Then you must be tired?”

         “Mm-hmm.”

         “Frustrated?”

         “Mmm.”

         “Should I do something…….to take off the load?”

You could feel the smirk on his face without even seeing it, “You know just the thing to relieve me, don't you?”

Eren didn't give you a second to reply as he turned to you, grabbing your neck, and pulled you in an intense kiss. You were just as eager to meet his passion, shoving your tongue his mouth and exploring each and every corner. He pushed you against the glass door of the shower. His hand glided down your chest, brushing on your peaked nipples and down your hip.

         Giving a tap on your thigh, he whispered against your lips, “Jump.”

Your hands find themselves tangled in his soaked hair and he uses his arm to support you in the air. Eren broke the kiss, out of breath, smoke coming out of your mouth and mixing in the middle. You feel his tip poking your wet pussy. Eren glids his tip along your lips, teasing you. 

         “Just put it in.” You whined in a breathless tone.

Oh! How adorable you look, begging for his cock.

         “As you wish, baby.”

He forced his cock in one go, making you moan  as the back of your head hit the glass. His hips slammed against your inner tight in a burning rhythm. Eren placed kisses along your neck that you were sure ws gonna leave dark purple bruises before he took one of the hard buds in his mouth. Sucking and twirling it his tongue.

He dragged his dick out till it was just the tip inside and then thrusted it all back inside. Your clammy walls stretched with every push. You could feel it, the familiar knot in your stomach. Eren increased his pace, closing in. Your hand tightly fisted his hair as you let yourself fall apart in his warm embrace. Not seconds later he shot stings of hot cum in you, filling up your inside. Still inside’ he pulled in a kiss but this time it was soft, delicate and full of tender love. ・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

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© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarise any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

[pomefioredove]

Hi, there ! :D

I saw the new Christmas event and it got me intrigued so I want to try my shot

If it is not too much trouble, I would like to request:

Can I have a sugar cookie, #4, with marshmallows, whipped cream and powdered sugar ?

Take your time and without pressure. I wish you a happy December and a merry Christmas. Thank you. ཐི✧ཋྀ

tfw azul

order #4, sugar with marshmallows, whipped cream, powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a reason to quit

summary: azul works in customer service to get closer to his crush. pining ensues tropes: royalty au, coffee shop au, roommates au characters: azul additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is not yuu, reader is prince rielle's sibling

It was quite simple, actually.

If Azul could not impress you, he would die.

Okay. Maybe that's somewhat of an overexaggeration. But that's what it felt like.

If he had known that higher education would be so distracting, perhaps he would have gone right into the private sector!

Of course, his university roommate just had to be the kindest, smartest, most beautiful person he'd ever met. Of course they had to be the elder sibling of the detestable Prince Rielle.

And of course they were entirely uninterested in him.

Oh, how he loathed feeling this way...

At least he could still depend on the tweels, wherever in the world they were, to lend him their eyes and ears and stalking skills, and to find the exact coffee shop you perused every morning.

Someday, Azul thinks, He'll own a whole franchise of these. Then you can have as much overpriced coffee as you want.

Today, though, he's desperate.

"That'll be fifteen thaumarks. Yes, you heard me correctly- that was six pumps of caramel, ma'am- the price accounts for the product, it's quite simple! Wha- a secret menu? I assure you, if there was such a thing, I would have been the first to hear of it!"

Azul steps away from the counter, massaging his temples. It's only six thirty in the morning, and he already has a migraine...

It will be worth it. There's no reward without risk!

The shrill, unpleasant sound of the bells by the door becomes an angelic choir as you pass them. Azul hurries back to the counter. This is the only tolerable part of his shift, after all.

"Pleasant morning," he says to you, smiling as if his manager had just given him the rest of the day off.

You smile back. Good. Very good. You are so very pretty, do you know that? Surely, you do, you must have a line of suitors waiting for your hand. All the more reason for Azul to work hard.

"Ah... up bright and early again, Azul? You must really like this job,"

He grinds his teeth, putting more pressure into his smile. "Just love it. Your usual?"

"I think I'll try something new. Whatever you would recommend,"

"Very well," he beams. You trust his judgment that much? Azul pushes his glasses up his nose and gets to work, not-so-subtly checking you out every few seconds. Why is it so hard to speak to you????

Thank the Sevens for customer service small-talk, he thinks for the first and only time ever.

"How has your morning been?" he asks, again, trying not to seem too eager. "You had an exam quite early, if I remember correctly."

Which he does, of course. He has your schedule memorized down to the minute. As one does.

You look up from your phone. "Ah, you remember that...? It went... well, I think,"

Azul takes off his glasses to wipe the steam from them. He wants to savor being able see you, after all. "You don't sound too confident,"

"I'm sure I passed..." you sigh. "It's just that... well, our father is strict. If he found out I was barely passing-"

"I'll tutor you!" Azul blurts out, the paper cup of coffee nearly slipping from his hands. You blink.

"Ahem- I apologize. I only meant that it would be no trouble for me. And I would do so at a discount, of course."

He puts a lid over the warm confection and stumbles to the other side of the counter, as if this was his first day on land.

"You'd do that for me?" you follow him, eyes wide. Pretty...

Azul almost blushes at that cute look, and lowers his gaze to his trembling fingers, attempting to write your name on the cup, his normally perfect cursive reduced to scribbles.

"...Of course. It would be more convenient than hiring a stranger,"

"Oh..." you say, looking down at his hand as you take the cup from him, your fingers brushing over his. And you smile. "Thank you!"

Azul's heart misses a beat (several, really) and he blushes again (detestable human form!)

You don't seem to notice, but everyone else in line is staring. One older man taps his watch. How he loathes this job.

"It's no trouble at all," Azul says, glancing your way. "I was looking for a reason to quit, anyway."

[darkacademiaunarchivist]

yes captain 🫡

Hey! I'm kinda out of the loop, what's gonna happen at may 12?

my ap calculus exam 😔 BUT calculus = bisexuality so i will become bisexual upon completion of the exam right @indelible-waltz

[pinksugarscrub]

Compromise

Hobie Brown x fem! reader

This is my response to the 2024 elections

word count: 1,065

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The sky managed to encapsulate your mood perfectly. Dreary and dark with clouds soaked to the brim like sponges.

Tick

The city was surprisingly quiet. The bodega closed and Midtown students stuck indoors due to the incoming storm

Tick

You hated how quiet it was.

Tick

With a loud sigh you press down harder on the volume button. Music flooding your ears at a decibel that surely wouldn’t be healthy in the long run.

She meant well. Gwen always meant well you reasoned but that didn’t make the ache in your chest lessen.

Cold and half eaten, your dinner rests on the counter. A loud tick! managing to slip past the chorus of your favorite song.

It was his song first.

With a groan you switch to another song. A different song.

‘What if you’re too different?’

The ache in your heart makes itself known again. Traitor.

‘What do you mean?’ you laugh awkwardly.

Gwen’s eyes furrow and as much as MJ wants to speak up, she doesn’t. Just keeps her head down while idly skimming through the popcorn.

‘I mean, think about it.’ Gwen shifts. Facing you while you prepared another batch of hot chocolate. ‘He goes to protests. You do petitions.’

‘I don’t see a problem with that,’ you answer. Confused as you watch the milk bubble.

‘Ok, let me rephrase. He’s determined in his views while you are the least confrontational person I know.’

MJ cringes as she crushes a kernel between her fingers.

‘What are you going to do when you have a disagreement?’ Gwen asks.

‘Look, what are you getting at?’ you huff. Glaring down at the chocolate tablet as you plop it in the pot.

‘I don’t think this guy is right for you.’

The room goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere you worked so hard on achieving vaporizing into thin air.

This was supposed to be a relaxing night after exams. It was supposed to be an escape with your friends. Not…this.

‘Don’t get me wrong,’ Gwen starts. Fingers digging into the couch cushions. ‘Hobie sounds like a really sweet guy. I'm just…worried.’

‘Gwen maybe we should-’

‘No,’ you interrupt. Glancing over to MJ’s hunched form. ‘I want to hear what she has to say. Go on, say it.’

The words sound so much more condescending than you had intended but there’s an anger bubbling alongside the milk.

Gwen, never one to back down, straightens in her seat. A stubbornness you praise but now feels like a nuisance.

‘He’s anarchist! You’re a pacifist. You may want the same things but you will both do very different things to get them.’

‘You guys.’ MJ’s voice strains to be heard above the hurt. ‘Please.’

‘I don’t want you to lose your dignity over someone just because you want to please him.’ Gwen continues as her eyes narrow. ‘You’re already listening to punk music which you used to detest and what about the clothes you’re starting to buy?’

‘What about it?’

‘It isn’t you!’

‘I’m allowed to change my mind!’

‘Are you?’ She scoffs, ‘or is he doing that for you?’

You jump as a loud boom shakes the picture frames on your wall. Frantic you slid off your seat to place some distance between you and the balcony window.

One drop turns to two. Then three. Then it’s pouring so hard you feel like water will stream through any second to create an entirely new ecosystem in your living room.

Maybe the reason you were so angry, was because you knew she was right.

Slowly settling on the edge of the couch you stare at gloomy New York and she stares right back. Taunting you. Mocking you. Asking when it was your turn to break and let the tears fall.

You’re too different.

One hiccup turns to two. Then three. Then tears roll down your face while water trickles down the window pane.

You never should have yelled. You were just angry and rightfully so but Gwen was worried. She always worries. She always means well.

The lock to your apartment turns. Wet boots squishing against the welcome mat.

“Lovie it’s dangerous to leave your door unlocked. If I had been a…”

Hobie is at your side within seconds. Fruity drinks long forgotten as he pulls you into his arms.

You’re not sure what to do. The selfish parts of you don’t want to stay buried. They want to grab onto him and never let go. But how unfair would it be to keep him from finding the happiness he deserves?

“Hey, hey,” he whispers. “Talk to me darling.” Kissing the crown of your head and running his hands up and down the length of your arms.

You shake your head. A hiccup stuck in your throat as the tightness in your chest grew.

“Alright, ok. I’m right here.”

He gently coaxes your arms to wrap around his waist. When you finally respond he presses your head to his chest.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

God, who were you kidding? He was perfect for you in every way.

Hobie sways the two of you on your feet. Rubbing between your shoulders and taking deep even breaths. Soon enough, yours matches his own.

Droplets hit the rail of your balcony and suddenly you can hear the city again. Car horns and kids running down the street. The sun peaking through the clouds before hiding behind complexes and office buildings.

Slowly you pull away. Cinnamon and leather, your new favorite scent.

“Atta girl…” Hobie’s eyes are filled with worry as he reaches for you cheek. “You ready to talk?”

He smiles slightly as you nod. Pinching your cheek and forcing your eyes on him. “I’m all yours.”

You tell him everything. How sorry you are for snapping. How confused and scared you are to lose him. A future you envision and a life you want to share.

You don’t expect him to walk away but you certainly don't expect him to slide one of his rings on your finger.

“Who said I couldn’t change my mind too?” He mumbles. Kissing the knuckle adoring his ring. “Love is all about compromise innit?”

You’re left at a loss for words.

“I can’t promise you perfection. Gwendy’s right. We’ll always have our problems but at the end of the day…”

Your heart lurches as he places a kiss on your lips.

“I’ll always want you.”

-

We're not talking about sunsets, are we?

[tearsaura]

No need no use pt. 3 // Eris Vanserra x healer!reader

AN: Yes I am Alive! I am so sorry that you guys had to wait this long but exam season was crazy. I hope you guys like this one. (This isn‘t proof read btw.)

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: none

“I’ll give you some crushed up mint leaves. You need to smear it on the temples, it helps to relieve the pain” I said and stepped back from the maid, Ilysa, turning back to my shelf with the various vials and leaves.

“Thank you so much Y/N. I am sorry for taking up your time-” “No don’t apologize. That’s what I am here for.” I replied, putting the small vial in her hand. Ilysa smiled, before squeezing my hand. “It’s so nice to have you here. I hope that you stay.” “Doesn’t look like I’ll leave any time soon.” I replied smugly, grinning. She grinned back and left.

I quickly tidied up the space, before leaving the healing quarters.

365 days.

365 days had passed since I came to autumn.

365 days since my life nearly ended and I started a new one.

And it was a pretty good one so far.

I walked back to my room; it was nearly time for dinner but I wanted to freshen up before I joined Eris and lady Autumn. Somehow, these two have become the closest thing one could call a family. Lady Autumn is breathtakingly beautiful and the more time I spent around her, the more I detest Baron. Not only did he put is whole court into absolute misery, but he also took this beautiful, caring soul and destroyed her.

“She loves the Lucien the most” Eris confessed one night, we sat at the balcony of his study, looking into the starry night. “He resembles her the most out of us brothers. The rest of us remind her of Beron” He whispered as he stared afar. I bit my lip, studying his features.

It had been fourth months since I arrived at autumn and started to work as the High lord’s healer. It had also been four months since the last time I reached for my powers. 

I had learned to read Eris’ emotions pretty well by now. The slight tick in his jaw when he was mad, the way his nostrils flared for the slightest when he was upset, how his dimples only showed when his laugh was genuine. But now, he just went silent. He was biting down on his tongue as he cracked his fingers. “Hm. I think killing her husband catapulted you at least to the second place” I grinned. He smiled, before looking to the ground.

“Actually, I think the second place belongs to you”

“There you are my darling!” Lady Autumn exclaimed softly as I walked into the kitchen, pulling out the chair next to Eris and ushering me to sit down. “I am sorry for the wait-“

“Nonsense! The stew just finished cooking.” She replied, placing down the pot on the middle of the table. Ilysa followed her around aimlessly, before the former ushered her to sit down too. I turned to Eris to see him already smiling at me.

“I think she is driving Lou insane” Eris said to me as we shared a bottle of wine, enjoying the quietness of the night on his balcony. I smiled at the mention of Lady Autumn’s maid. “I think doing everything by herself helps her regain the power she had lost for centuries now” I replied, the mood turning sober. Eris didn’t respond, only sighing as he ran his hands through his hair. I bit down on my lip as I reached out my hand, gracing his arm with my fingers. “There’s nothing you could’ve done-“ “But there was” He exclaimed, the crack in his voice squeezing at my heart. “I could’ve killed him sooner. I should’ve killed him centuries ago. I killed so many innocent people over the course of my life. So many.” He whispered and I scooted closer to him, reaching my arm over his shoulders as much as I could. “Eris this isn’t your fault. This was not your responsibility. You had to make sure that the court was on your side before getting rid of him.” I said, squeezing at his shoulder. “It is not your fault”.

“You don’t even know half of the horrible things that I did.” “Then tell me.” “Are you sure? You’re not going to want to stay any longer.” He said, his eyes boring at me. I took his hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“Thank you for dinner Lady Autumn. It was amazing.” “Oh, I am glad that you like it. I switched up the ingredients. Thought it’ll be nice to switch things up” she said as she started to clear the table. Eris stood up too and took both our plates. Lou frowned at him. “High Lord let me-” “Don’t worry about it. If we clean up together, we’ll get done sooner.” He replied. I gathered the rest of the dishes, following him. “Don’t take it personally. They just want to switch things up.” I said to Lou as I passed her. “They wouldn’t survive without you.” I whispered to her, making her smile. “I know. It’s just weird and I feel guilty being paid but only doing half of the tasks I used to do a year ago.” “Don’t be. And if you’re bored, you’re more than welcome to stop by. Herbology is useful knowledge for everyone.” I winked and she beamed. “I would love that”

“Can I ask you something” “Hmm” I replied as I nuzzled into the blanked. The air was chilly; the sun should be rising soon.

“When you woke up in autumn, what was your first thought?”

I looked up to him, his eyes already fixated on me. I bit my lip and sighed: “I thought I was dead.” Eris eyes widened. “I thought Heaven smelled nice and that I was laying on a soft cloud.” “But then I heard your voice and everything that had happened hit me. I thought that my life was over.” I whispered and looked directly in his eyes: “But little did I know, It had just started.”

“What about this one?” Ilysa asked as she held up the sample to the wall. “Hmm, it is pretty, but I like the green one more, reminds me of the woods and seems calming. Perfect for the sleeping chambers.” I replied as she handed the sample to me. I put it down next to the other ones on the ground.

Eris becoming High Lord led to Lady Autumn changing up the things around her home; Including giving every maid their own chambers, forcing the money onto them to decorate their space however they desired. Ilysa had trouble to accept at first, not being used to these sudden changes but after a lot of reassurance from both Eris and Lady Autumn, she accepted. Ilysa had become my closest friend. We where the same age and had many things in common; the non-existent family including.

“Hmm yeah you’re right, I see Orange all the time and I don’t want to see it in here.” She mumbled as she scribbled something down. I giggled as I stood up from the ground, carefully walking over the samples. “I must go, Eris asked me to join him to the winter court.” I said and she just waved me off. “Have fun.” She replied in a singsong voice. I grinned as I left the chamber, closing the doors behind me.

“Have you met Kallias and Vivianne?” Eris asked as we came to a halt in front of the High Lords of the Winter Courts palace. “No, this is the first time I am going on Court business actually.” I replied, looping my arm through Eris’ in a hope to get some of his body heat. He has fire in his veins, surely, I should feel warmer.

“Well, I am glad that this will be your first. They’re both admirable and honourable people.” He replied, squeezing my hand, the heat making me shiver.

“I cannot wait to meet them”

[beautifulfrog]

Really, an apology.

I am aware that I am not the favorite artist of many and that my art itself does not stand out among the community. However, the support and interest I received from this fandom was enough to make me feel good about my own work. In advance I want to apologize for having disappeared and with it, not having updated my Arcane AU, my fanfics or the comics that I once promised to do. I also want to apologize to those who I haven't responded to in the private chat, it's quite unfair that I ignored them even on vacation.

Currently my situation is a bit confusing, because despite taking medication for depression, I still have quite detestable attitudes that have isolated me and affected my health. I don't want to play the role of a victim or seek pity, my goal with this message is simply to apologize for the delay in the promised projects and for the negligence in the chats.

Maybe I won't publish any drawings because it's exam time, but once everything improves and I have the strength to really do something useful, I will bring quite a few drawings in dedication to this beautiful fandom. Thank you very much for enjoying my work, this community makes me quite happy and I am really willing to invest time in it. Merry Christmas and New Year, by the way!

PS: If I decide to die, my Ouija contact will be set in my profile.

PS2: I leave as compensation some drawings from quite some time ago.

[scotianostra]

On November 18th 1870 a riot broke out at Surgeons Hall Edinburgh.

A direct follow on from my post last week regarding Edith Pechey and Sophia Jex-Blake.

Jex-Blake, Isabel Thorne, Edith Pechey, Matilda Chaplin, Helen Evans, Mary Anderson, and Emily Bovell were studying medicine at Edinburgh University, at a time when most of the establishment considered the idea of women undergraduates, let alone doctors, preposterous.

Several hundred male students pelted the women with mud and rubbish as they arrived. The women struggled through the crowd until a supporter unbolted a door to hurry them inside. The rioters shoved a live sheep, used by the medical faculty, into the exam hall, causing further chaos. Jex-Blake was later sued by a student, Mr Craig, who she claimed was at the root of the riot, but she defended his claim. The court awarded him one farthing instead of the £1,000 he sought in damages and the case was seen as a victory for the Edinburgh Seven. Public support for the women started to grow with a report in The Scotsman urging “all…men…to come forward and express… their detestation of the proceedings which have characterised and dishonoured the opposition to ladies pursuing the study of medicine in Edinburgh.”

The decision to allow them to study was later overturned on an appeal by Claud Muirhead, Senior Assistant Physician at the Royal Infirmary, supported by around 200 students. Unable to graduate, the battle moved to London. Jex-Blake was instrumental is setting up the London School of Medicine for Women. In 1876, the Enabling Bill gave medical examining bodies the right to admit women. Jex-Blake and Pechey did their MD in Berne, Switzerland, then sat the Irish exams with the College of Physicians in Dublin, finally becoming registered doctors in Britain. In 1877, Jex-Blake opened Edinburgh School of Medicine for Women and Edinburgh Hospital and Dispensary for Women the following year.

The pics include first hand accounts written by Sophia Jex-Blake and Edith Pechey respectively outlining the abuse received from male students.

[toadifylackoffantasy]

Fourteen summers ago

The last days of school

Part 1.9

In the morning we had geography and history first, from the same teacher: Miss Messerli, who I always felt detested me and Fuchsia - likely due to her green skin and "hair" and my pointy ears.

She went over what we had to pay extra attention to when studying for the June exams, and then, class was finished, half an hour earlier than usual - or so I thought.

"Can I ask you something?" Zoë asked. The sweetest girl, and sometimes funny - but also a bit of a teacher's pet. "It was father's day last weekend, and, I just kept on wondering - where does that even come from?"

And so it started: a 15-minute historylesson, some desperately making notes cus you never knew that it might be a bonus question. Afterwards, we went around the class, everyone telling what they did last weekend. There were always volunteers, and I hoped class would be over before it got to me and Fuchsia.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. "Well..." Fuchsia started "We were just at home, I didn't even know...Two moms, you know."

And the little round around the class was finished. Miss Messerli mentioned she had to go grab something, and commanded us to stay put until she was back - even though the clock was now frustratingly close to noon.

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[dolcejwnie]

MENDING HEARTS. Y.JUNGWON

synopsis: in the aftermath of a year marked by heartache, you and Jungwon drifted apart

warning: wanted low caps

warning: jungwon x reader, lovers to enemies, angst

your heart aches, the relentless urge to claw at your chest persisted, a searing ache rising from deep within, crawling up to choke my words. hot, salty tears streamed down, mingling with the strands of your unkempt hair as you lay there, stagnant in your bed the entire day. "please, just say something... anything,"

you pleaded silently, your fingertips tapping anxiously on the unyielding screen of your phone. clutching your favorite blanket tightly, desperate for some semblance of stability, something to cling to amidst this suffocating despair. you detested this overwhelming exhaustion, the weariness that seeped into your bones.

there was only one simple desire from this relationship: to be loved wholeheartedly. yet, after a year, this seemed to be the most elusive part. to be his priority, to hear his voice, to feel his comforting presence, to be missed without always being the one to initiate, to hear those I love you not just during the sex, but in the quiet, mundane moments as well. was it truly such a herculean task? you would have given all of this, you have given all of this, because you love him for no reason other than love itself.

but, no matter how deeply you can love, the absence of equal affection can gnaw away at the soul. eventually, you come to a painful realization: perhaps it would have been better if you had never crossed paths at all, even if he remains the love of your life.

"Jungwon..." the silence echoed back, a hollow reminder of the day you bared your soul to him, only to be met with indifference, to be abandoned in favor of a night out with friends. this day was very significant for you, a triumph of passing a crucial exam you had spoken of for weeks, eagerly anticipating celebrating with your friends and, of course, with him. yet, he forgot. the pain was excruciating.

in the end, you even abandoned your friends, the joy of celebration drowned by the weight of misery. it was then that you decided, silently and resolutely, that this day would be the litmus test for your relationship. a choice presented to Jungwon, whether to board the train and disappear into the distance, or to step out and stand with you at the station. a simple text from him on this day would have sufficed, a lifeline thrown to salvage what remained.

but 12 agonizing hours slipped by in silence, a deafening absence of response.

he made his choice. and in that moment, the reality crashed down upon you like a tidal wave, drowning out any lingering hope. he chose absence, a departure marked not by words, but by the echoing silence of his indifference.

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[raytoebiter]

Academic rival!Scaramouche x Barista Fem!Reader.

Summary: Somehow, fate finds your suffering very amusing and blatantly cursed you with unfortunate events that involves your detested nemesis.

A/!: a crust of rdirt went uo iny m eyelids and RUINED MY PRECIOUS SLEEP FOR 3 DAYS STRAIGHT BECAUSE I KEPT SCRATCHING IR– so yeah, wrote this with a glossy red eye but its ok. oh and, alot of cursing!!

The chimes of the bell snaps you out of your reverie, rushing to the counter to tend to the customer. Working part-time during exam seasons truly is a nightmare, you've been running all day due to numerous students flooding the café to prepare for the examination.

A group of three highschoolers enthusiastically greets you and orders a few pastries and confectionery, though it did take a while due to their squabbles on what to pick. One named Hu tao aggressively tugs at the sleeves of their friend when he comes back to order another set of 5 popsicles for the third time.

An hour had passed, and the sunlight that once illuminated the surroundings slowly dissipates into the shadows as the once bright sky turns into an inky hue of blue. With that, you finally called it a day. A colleague calls for your name, telling you to enter the manager's room.

Upon your entry, your manager—grandma—flashes you a fond smile that spoke gratefulness. In return, a small smile crept to your face as you slightly bow at her. A gentle sweep of her index finger gestures you to the wooden stool.

With a mellow voice, she asks, "My dear, I'm planning on hiring a new worker. Is that okay?"

The unease in her tone makes you ponder on what was so wrong about hiring this new worker she spoke of, nonetheless you ignore it and chirp with a gleeful smile, "Of course, it's not a problem." And your grandmother returns your smile with fondness. "Expect to meet him next month, okay?"

"Mhm!"

--

"...What is the answer for this question–"

Not even two seconds later, you raise your hand amidst the crowd of students still scribbling in their notebooks. What you didn't notice however was another hand also raised confidently a split second prior to yours, and with this, your teacher lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Scaramouche, what's the answer?" You turn to the direction the teacher points, and your nemesis smirks at your glare. "Ten." He confidently answers and much to your dismay, he was right, and your teacher confirms that by a single word, "Correct."

A following of questions was asked along with you and your nemesis constantly battling each other by who can answer the most questions and who gets the most right answers, even your classmates could barely get a hold of a question because of how fast you two would raise your hand.

And after a whole hour of defeated glares and triumphant chuckles, the teacher congratulates you two for being the most annoying active students out of all he has ever stumbled upon as he prepares to go to his next class.

You and Scaramouche exchange disdainful glares for the last time you see him for the day.

--

Three days pass by and exams were over in the blink of an eye, but the current question stands, "who will get the exclusive book you and your nemesis have been eyeing?"

The two of you happen to have stumbled the same problem back a month ago, you wanted the thrilling novel that became your daily rants and Scaramouche also wanted the same novel out of curiosity and spite, mostly from spite though.

And since there was only one left in the bookstore, the librarian easily solved the problem by reserving it for the two of you but was left surprised by the mutual refusal. The poor librarian had witnessed the entire altercation between the two rivals, however it soon ended with your final conclusion,

"Whoever gets a bigger score than the other by the end of the exam, gets the book."

Hell week, at last, was over and you can finally get your beloved book. So with a deep breath and your glare that twinkled with fire and desperation to attain the book, you counted from one to three.

"One.. two... three."

"One hundred!" – "Ninety nine."

A wave of jubilation washed away the prior nervousness that lingered in the pits of your stomach as you stuck your tounge out at the frozen man infront of you.

Noticing his dejected form, you paid for the book and lightly tap his shoulder.

"I'll let you borrow later, hm?"

The sky is painted with a deep orange blended with a soft pink hue, along with the clouds that reflected the color. You take your phone out from your pocket, holding it up in the sky as you move around to get a good angle. When you let your phone down to admire the pictures, its camera catches a particular figure you're not so excited to see.

Scaramouche halts in his tracks, equally confused as you. Averting your gaze, you went back to ignoring him and take more pictures of the ethereal sky. You did try your best to ignore him fully but seeing that he went to the direction you were supposed to go, you can't help but presume that his house may be near the cafe.

But you find the idea ridiculously irritating so you wave it off and stroll towards the café.

Half an hour has passed, the café finally comes in view after leisurely walking around, and kicking rocks to take your time. Inside the cafe is flooded with an unusual long line of people and your colleague going here and there while displaying a wavering smile at the overwhelming amount of people.

A chime of the bell catches everyone's attention and all of a sudden, you feel very unwelcomed. An apologetic smile crosses your features, before dropping once you recognize their uniforms. Nevertheless, the urge to escape their gaze continuously bothers you as you place your ID in the table.

Your colleague—Ayaka—pulls the edge of your bag, stumbling you towards her, and whispers into your ear, "The new worker is here!" Then, a flash of your grandmother's words courses through you. You remain still in your position, processing what your colleague and grandmother told you.

'Ah. That's why.'

Though it did answer a few questions, it failed to answer the reason why there is a huge line of people from your school. And so, you glance at the crowd before curiously asking Ayaka, "Why is there a lot of people though?"

"Uhm–the newbie is sorta attractive and a lot of girls pass by here so they saw him and then they decided to enter the cafe to see him."

'Oh. Now that makes sense.'

"So it's his turn today?" Ayaka nods her head with a hum. Your curiosity was now deemed satisfied therefore there was no time to be idling around, and you hurriedly run into the manager's room. Completely missing the new worker's shocked gaze that followed your figure.

As usual, your grandmother greets with optimism despite the galling squeals outside and carefully props your bag near her table. "The café sure is lively at night." She mutters, as you start to change out of your uniform. "I can't even imagine what it might be like tomorrow." A chuckle escapes her chapped lips, and the sound relieves you.

You open the door with a click after changing, taking a deep breath to prepare for the horde of people, only to be greeted with two girls who can't stop squealing and giggling at, what you presumed to be, the worker. The sight is annoying as it is.

So with garnered courage, you stand by the worker's side and attempt to shoo off the girls with an indignant glare. Of course, it did not work so to top it off, "Get out or I'll ban you from coming here." With a sweet tone coated with sarcasm, still not aware of the perplexed gaze your fellow new colleague sent you. As expected, the girls run off towards the door in fear of never seeing their crush again.

"Well now that's that," followed by a huff as you place your hands on your hips, and you proudly steer your gaze at the poor newbie, "So, how are you liking–" only for your nemesis to come in view, an astounded expression splayed across his features instead of the usual scowl you see in his face everyday.

The abrupt silence even concerned the other worker as you two stared at each other simultaneously as if asking, "why are you here?"

At last, Ayaka shatters the intense tension by accidentally turning off the lights then apologizing sheepishly. "Sorry, [Name]. I pity our new barista though." She jokingly says to lighten the mood, but ceased to continue due to the harsh glare you've been giving him in which he simply averts it all.

After a good 30 minutes of deliberately avoiding Scaramouche as you clean the café, the bothersome alarm beeps on your phone and you rush to shut it up. "Hey, [Name], shouldn't you go home by now?" Ayaka asks, giggling at your disheveled state.

"Huh? Ah, ye–" You suddenly shiver, feeling someone's scorching leers behind you. 'Guess I still have to answer some questions.'

"Nope, I'll go home with our dear new barista here." You innocently smile, and she tilts her head, wondering if you're being sarcastic or not. But she shrugs it off and goes to the staff room to change her clothes without a clue on the tense atmosphere.

Scaramouche idly stands near the counter, watching every move you make. His fierce expression reminiscents you of a cat that harbors a murderous intent, and is off to lacerate your skin with its claws. But in your case, his glare alone pricks tiny needles on your skin.

A few minutes pass of you tending to your tasks while Scaramouche simply expresses interest at the utensils to distract himself from maliciously staring at you for too long. You can practically feel just how awkward it feels right now, with the way both of you occasionally exchange glances, seeminly wanting to approach the other and throw unwanted questions.

But then a thought strucks you, 'It's just Scaramouche, what am I so scared for?'

And so, you chuck your nervousness down to the murky depths of your mind as you reluctantly approach him. His eyes meets yours and you part your mouth, "how did get you here?"

He chuckles, subtly amused by the way you outrightly ask him with the same question that's been bugging him perpetually since he has seen you in the same outfit as him. But as usual, his indifferent and snarky façade takes over and an audacious scoff escapes his lips.

"Curious, are we?"

"Oh don't kid around, I know you're also curious."

A click of his tounge confirms another of your curiosity, but it does not sate your confusion. "Well?" You try again, and this time he finally answers, "the manager offered my Aunt this job, but she refused so she gave it to me instead." He explains, hoping you wouldn't ask him any more questions. He's inwardly sweating bullets at this point.

A small smile creeps to your face as your hand reaches to pat his shoulder, "Haha, what are you so nervous for?" – "What a two-face." Of course, he had to ruin the mood you had set up to ease the tension. A vein nearly pops in your temple when he pushes your hand off of his shoulder.

'Asshole, I was just trying to be nice.'

And Ayaka comes strolling in and is confused at your foul mood.

--

Ah, right. Did I ever mention that luck seems to stray far away from your direction?

The very second you open the door, your friends pull you and roughly drags you to your seats. And before you can even garner a thought, Your friend surrounds you with an aura that terrifies you, one that usually calls for any type of lecture for something you've done. But instead, their eyes glimmer with the very same confusion as you have.

"Dude, are you and Scara dating?" Aether questions, disregarding your utterly bewildered state. Heizou, the one who dragged you, bursts into laughter at the way your expression twists to a scrunched up nose and mouth ajar at the absurd nonsensical question your friend had sputtered.

You're about to retort when Kokomi fishes her phone out of her pink bag and shows you a photo of both you and your nemesis smiling and conversing like a pair of couple, very nearly choking in your own spit when you see the amount of likes just below the photo.

Out of all ludicrous bullshit you've heard and seen throughout your entire college life, the post and Aether's question easily declares itself as "top 1 bullshit of all time." Shame and humiliation engulfed your prior serene mood as your group shows genuine concern when you slump in the chair and make no sign of life.

You are utterly fucked. Both in school and at the café.

Aether and Heizou scrutinizes your figure, but does not make a move on your miserable corpse whose soul decided to take a break from the divine curses someone has casted on you.

"Yikes, imagine being shipped by your three-year rival." Aether chuckles, poking your arm as an attempt to cheer you up.

"I'm gonna cry my ass off when this turns into an academic rivals to lovers trope."

"Add the 137k words with mutual pining and slow burn."

"Don't forget the last updated at 2016," Heizou adds, sneaking a glance at your dying state, "Still ongoing, by the way."

The three of them continues to chatter about your situation, occasionally giving you pats to comfort you. But your panicked mind can barely have the time to think about them anyway, as they were dulled under the sound of countless thoughts spiralling around your head.

You only pray that no one will pester you on your way home.

--

Of course, you are proven wrong.

If you were to describe your journey from your classroom to the gate alone, it was certainly like you were some sort of famous celebrity who tried to wander around, inconsiderate of the fact that people will undoubtedly recognize your face and interrogate personal matters. Luckily, you managed to get pass and deal with them smoothly with the assistance of your friends.

Just when you reach the street where the café resides, a few featherlight waterdrops trickles at your arm, alerting you of an incoming downpour. Sliding down the other sleeve of your backpack, your hand reaches behind and slides inside as you rummage through your things to find an umbrella.

Notebooks, pencil cases, papers–

You don't have an umbrella, instantly recalling the spot you had placed the item, specifically the shoe rack at the café. Before you could curse about it, the light rain mockingly laughs at you and the prior raindrops turn into something much, much more heavier, soaking your hair first and then your entire body.

'Haha, what the heck?'

In your peripheral vision, a stray cat stares at you with dilated pupils under the protective shade of a rooftop as unwanted shock refuses to let you move. The cat's soft meows finally eases your frustrated mind, and you hurry to take cover underneath a tree beside the sign that shows the name of the street.

You press your foot further into the sole of your shoes and it lets out a squeaky sound that further irritates you more as you sputter, "I'm very offended, mothernature. what did I ever do to you?" And as if it heard you, a deafening roar of thunder attacks your ears so close behind you as a warning. You take it as your cue to close your mouth shut.

The sounds of pitter-patter rain is soothing, even though you had quite a ton of obnoxious events today, it effortlessly washes all of the pent up emotions that you had to hold in. 'It wouldn't be bad to stay here for awhile,' your body crouch down and you hug your knees, careful to not let your skirt get wet underneath you.

Your shift was nearly at 8:00pm anyways, and it was barely the start of the evening, so it wouldn't hurt to be a little late, right?

For a brief moment, your eyes absorb the breathtaking view infront of you when the streetlights turns on. It was a natural habit for you to remember the schedule on when the streetlights switches on, and when it turns off with how frequent you've been coming.

And so, that alone tells you that it is currently 6:00pm but a thought to start moving had not crossed your mind.

Next to your right, is an uphill street that leads you to the supposed destination and luckily, the area around the café is mostly filled with wild animals in the forest that the head of the street sternly restricted vehicles to prevent extinction. Which resulted in people not liking the rules so they blatantly ignored the street.

That lessens the risk of kidnappers appearing to take yo–

A faint splatter of water causes you to rapidly whip your head to the source of sound while unpleasant emotions swirls around your stomach and the feeling of it tightens your chest with nothing but dread. The prior sounds of raindrop is muted over the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat.

A short stature starts to loom out of darkness and prowls towards you. Adrenaline begins to flood your veins, eyes glued to the shady person in case they do something funny. After multiple seconds of anticipating any action they might do, the dim light of the lamp finally reveals the figure, and its widened indigo eyes catches your panicked gaze.

And for a moment, a twinkle of guilt sparks in his irises before scurrying in your direction. "You idiot! Do you even know how worried your grandma is!?" He exclaims, before freezing when he notices your damp hair.

He stops in his tracks when he's close enough beside you, reaching a hand out to you with a closed umbrella in his palm. With a faint click of his tounge, he hesitantly mutters, "...you look like you got dumped."

"Still as annoying as ever, I see." You breathe out a deep sigh, ignoring his outstretched arm and turning your head to the much more interesting puddle infront of you.

"Are you going to take it or not?"

"Isn't it your shift today?"

He grunts, "stop dodging my question."

Rolling your eyes, you shoot up from your seat and begrudgingly accept the umbrella. "How do you know my grandmother?" You ask as you open the umbrella, he darts his eyes to you then to the umbrella, "I.. Ayaka told me." That receives him a short nod of your head, together with a hum.

Both of you start heading towards the café in silence, albeit strained, it was more comfortable compared to the times where it was unbearable due to the contempt and hatred that lingered in the air. The heavy downpour died down shortly after you started to utilize your umbrella, even Scaramouche surprisingly noticed and mockingly commented on your unfortunate luck.

"Oh yeah," you turn around to face him, "where were you earlier at school?"

Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows, and murmurs a simple excuse, "I had to help my aunt." He tilts his head slightly upwards and gestures for you go forward. Even so, you strangely feel the urge to converse normally with him today. "What's she like?" His mouth parts to answer but the squeaking of your shoes interrupts him.

"...we should hurry up."

You only let out small 'yeah' as you glare at your damped and noisy sneakers to shut up.

--

After that incident, everything became more unexpectedly pleasant. You used to be convinced that there were more to come and haunt you with far more insignificant bothersome occasions, however they never showed up.

Like for an instance, the dating rumours that made you have sleepless nights slowly died down due to your friend's terrifying threats and warnings to leave you alone. Actually, knowing their reputation as a band, Ayaka covertly requested to end the rumours once and for all wherein they all complied.

And then, several weeks later, his friend, Childe, frequently started to joyously visit the café accompanied by his younger siblings who soughts for unwelcomed trouble and confectionaries that will surely impose a great danger for their teeth due to the increasingly alarming amount of candies they purchase everyday.

Since he started to visit, more people began to flood the cafe, much to your grandmother's satisfaction. Most of his visits consists of bugging Scaramouche with his strange tales and hilarious stories, and yours along with Ayaka's presence doesn't go unnoticed. He often makes you two join their conversation, all of which are mostly unsuccessful due to how busy you are.

---

Your relationship with Scaramouche progressed into something you've never even imagined before; a decent friendship.

It initially started when a stern substitute teacher deliberately paired you with him, paying no mind of the brief gasps of shock and faint 'ooh' of your fellow classmates. He reasoned when you both pleaded for another partner, "what? it's not like you're going to commit something illegal, right?" And all of the students in the room had their jaw dropped into the ground at the bravery of their teacher.

Worse yet, this project had points that will noticeably increase your grades and it needed two people for it to finish. So as you silently cursed at fate, you reluctantly obliged to his request to meet up at the café and get it done.

"You're not supposed to do it like that–!" He says as he snatches the pen from your grasp, scrawling away the numbers that you have made. Your gaze oddly lingered at your fingers that had initiated subtle contact with his, as he does his own solution.

Immediately after a few minutes, he curtly stopped upon finishing and looked at you dead in the eye, successfully tearing your gaze away from your hand. A puckish smirk grew on your lips at his dumbfounded state of realization. "It is like that, you airhead."

Most of the two days was blatant arguing and disagreeing each other's idea out in public instead of actually acting on doing the project. But nevertheless, it was finished within a week and the teacher that assigned you both was satisfied with the immaculate presentation.

The other adults heard of it and began to blatantly pair the two of you, as if they hadn't seen the altercations that had occured between the two of you in the past. Your group quietly bursted into laughter when they once witnessed the strained smiles and stiff interactions infront of the amazed yet oblivious teachers.

--

Whenever one of you get sick, the teacher would hand them the other's worksheet, telling them to give it to the other once they feel better. The first time that happened was when you were sick with an abnormally high fever and it was the weekend when you got better.

A ring in your doorbell stops you from whatever you were doing and you scramble to open the door. Lo and behold, your detested nemesis greets you with a sweet sarcastic grin and crossed arms. Despite the gradual pounding of your heartbeat, you yell, "why the heck are you here!?" His prior expression drops and was now replaced with a frown.

"Why are you so noisy in the morning? Relax, I'm just here to give you your worksheets." Before you can open your mouth, he quickly adds, "Heizou sent Kazuha your address and Kazuha sent it to me so I can give these to you."

'Does he know how to read minds or what?'

He hands out a folder with your name neatly written in a small font at the top, and his gaze points at the item. Then an idea pops up in your head and a small smile graces your lips as you take the folder from his hands, "do you wanna come in?"

That resulted to unintelligible words slipping from his mouth as a vague yet noticeable rosy color slowly tint his pale cheeks. You repeatedly blink at his reaction, wondering if you had said something wrong. His mouth thins into a line upon noticing your reaction and attempts to obscure his flustered expression by coughing into his fist (in which he fails miserably).

"Yeah, sure. Do you have lavender melon?"

"Your whole face is red–"

"Shut up. Do you have the fruit or not?"

"...your face is still–"

"Shut up!"

During that very same day, your mother unexpectedly enters your room and threw you an impish snicker when Scaramouche hastily introduces himself as your friend, missing the subtle blush in your ears at your mother's knowing actions.

After that, you randomly ask him while watching a horror movie if he really was your friend and he carelessly confirms by a tiny nod of his head, too engrossed at the story to ponder about it.

It is currently spring.

Exactly ten months after Scaramouche made its appearance on the café and the fortuitous events that led both of you no choice but to tolerate fate's puerile schemes.

However, it seems the two of you unconsciously wandered off on your own since fate left to deal with other matters.

You've met his mother, he's met yours. He barges into your house every week, and you crash into his once a month (only once a month because of his peculiar insistence on not letting you visit). He doesn't call you with insults that typically pissed you to no end, and you constantly stop yourself from spitting out vulgar words directed to him.

He once slept at your place, you once ate at his. He's slept at your shoulder thrice while you slept on his lap twice. He only calls you idiot, dumbass and the specific nickname that he shamelessly stole from you; airhead. But as a not-so apology, he gave you the permission to call him; Kunikuzushi.

With every tale you share to your friends, it still remains a mystery to them as to why both of you never bothered to step further into the line of something more than just a friendship. Actually, it's more like, you will cross the line but in order to cross that, you have to acknowledge your feelings.

And the problem is, you're too afraid to admit your feelings to avoid hurtful rejection despite the painfully patent signs of reciprocated desire.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you reluctantly allow the myriad of what ifs plague your somnolent mind as the gleams of moonlight serves as an admirable scene to let your mind wander.

--

Scaramouche vehemently eyes the white envelope on the table with a wrinkled nose and knitted eyebrows. His eyes darts from the love letter to the giddy smile plastered on your face. After minutes of silence, Scaramouche heaves out a sigh, "[Name], I told you to reject the love letters."

Your prior smile drops and you excessively roll your eyes at his words, "Isn't Lumine fine though?" Your voice, albeit small, emanates with genuine admiration and envy, and he absolutely loathes the ardent words that doesn't deserve to be coated with your awestruck tone.

Kazuha did always tell him to confess sooner or the privilege of simply being with you inevitably slips from his grasp. And yet, he does nothing. Not when you look dazzling while you babble about how lovely Lumine is, not when you blindly push him to her with huge expectations, not when your smile is enough to stop him from boldly rejecting her love.

But still, if he doesn't do anything at this point, he's really going to lose you.

.. atleast that's what he thinks.

He clicks his tounge in an unnecessary volume, "throw it away." As he slides the paper away from him. "Aw, come on. Just try to read it, please?" He doesn't even spare you a glimpse, his eyes resolutely glued to the wall beside him.

"Fine," you mumble in defeat as you shove the envelope in your bag.

"Why are you so insistent about this anyway?" His prying eyes lock onto yours, crossing his arms. "I don't even like her, I'm pretty sure you're aware of that."

'I don't know either. Perhaps I'm just using this as an opportunity to get rid of whatever I feel when I'm with you..' is what you want to say but all that comes out of your mouth is a half hearted chuckle, "both of you suit each other, so why not just give it a try?" His look speaks disbelief at your reason, fully unconvinced and more suspicious of you.

"I'm not believing that."

"You never believe my words though." You lean back on your chair, breathing out a sigh.

"That's because it's purely nonsense."

"Then is it still nonsense if I said I liked you–" For a split second after the abrupt halt, your mind blanks. And the next, as if it was instinct, your palm swiftly grasps your mouth close, mind stirring into a whirlpool of uncountable thoughts.

'Did he hear me? I'm sure I just whispered it but still–'

Even the ruffles of the trees is audible from outside whereas a sound nor word was completely gone from the seat across you. And you would've thought he mercilessly left you if it wasn't for the visible shoe underneath the table.

So with mustered up courage, you reluctantly glimpse at him with the tinest crane of your head. And you swear your breath got taken away when he comes in view with widened eyes who cuaght your gaze the second you looked at him, the same rosy colour that went up from his neck to his porcelain cheeks, and a quivering parted mouth.

Even when your heart is hammering against your chest and the heat that is gradually flaring your ears, you subconsciously mutter, "You.. you look like an idiot, Kuni."

This time, he doesn't remind you of a malicious cat anymore. He reminds you of that one teenage boy who confessed to their crush and he ended up getting flustered with all the stuttering and flushed faces. But in your case, you're the one who carelessly confessed and yet you're the only one who feels rather calm?

Perhaps after seeing that expression of his, all your doubts and anxieties flew out of the window and practically answered all the questions in your heart. After a few moments of complete silence, he still remains frozen and you have already calmed down while he looks like the humanoid of a ripe tomato.

"Raiden Scaramouche?" Nope.

"My about to be four-year nemesis?" Still not it.

"Kunikuzushi?" Okay, he's still staring at you with his mouth slightly open and you worry if a fly goes inside it.

"I'm serious, it's been five minutes since you had that expression, Kuni." You stood up from your seat and walked to his seat as you carefully reach for his forehead to assess his temperature.

He flinched and then grabbed your wrist so unexpectedly. "Did you finally–" "Say it again." His tone is hushed and you can't take your eyes away from his flushed face. You respond, raising a brow, "Say what?" – "What you said earlier."

You blink twice, wondering what he's talking about before realizing he meant your accidental confession. You can feel your ears burning at his request but you've already made a fool out of yourself anyways.

"I said, is it still nonsense if I said I liked you?"

You already know his answer by the way his irises sparkled with hope upon hearing your words.

"Alright, Childe, pay up."

Childe blinks at the shorter man, "what? Why?"

"[Name] just called me saying she's dating him now."

Three heads simultaneously turned their heads towards Heizou, demanding an explaination with their blazing eyes. "Woah woah, calm down," he defensively waves both of his hands, "[Name] ended the call after saying that, is all."

The blond widely grins as Childe grunts while taking out his wallet. "I told you, Lumine would be a great help!"

"Huh? Lumine?" Kazuha spins his gaming chair towards Aether who's too busy counting the amount of money paper in his hands and therefore cannot answer. Deflates upon realizing he won't answer then perks up when Kokomi provides the explanation for him.

"Aether basically asked Xingqiu to write five love letters, and then after, he told Lumine about his plan which.." she places her finger on her chin, "Oh. He told Lumine to act like she's inlove with Scaramouche and give him the letters through [Name]."

"What about Aether's bet?"

"Oh that? Aether had a bet with Childe that both of them will confess by the fourth letter."

Heizou chuckles at the ginger who's glaring daggers at the blond, "they really just needed a little push." All of them nod their head in agreement.

"Also Childe, you owe me Katsu Sandwich."

A/N: if you use your brain, you can see how my writing style literally changes in each scene. Ov well, I wrote it in different days anywahs.

[whorediaries-09]

you got me;

pairing- mafia!remus lupin x artist!reader warning(s)- 18+ content, darkish themes. a/n- even though i have exams tomorrow, enjoy this shit.

little train.

to be a muse was flattering. to be ink on papers, sound on instruments or strokes on canvases was flattering. to have your features depicted as beauty was flattering. to be noticed in the eyes of artists was flattering.

at least to him. even though his fingers held a flimsy piece of paper with his face roughly sketched on, he could feel his heartbeat fluttering rapid within the restriction of his ribcage.

'mr. lupin?' the voice was soft and shy. just like how it always had been. there was no tone of surprise, annoyance or accusation.

'i didn't know you were an artist,' he replied, putting the thin sheet down on the desk, putting his hand inside the pocket of his trouser.

'does it make you uncomfortable?' you asked, walking towards him, keeping a respectable distance. he remained silent.

'no, not really. but i must ask you, why didn't you put it in your resume? that you were an artist?'

'i didn't think it was....well relevant for the job you were offering. i didn't think a member of the...mafia...needs to know that their maid is an artist.'

he chuckled. breathing slow, he asked,

'why don't you sell your art? i mean, even this-' he stared at his sketch, 'seems to be rough, yet looks so...precise,'

'because art has never been my job. it's my hobby. i'm afraid that i'll start looking at it as if it's a chore, which i detest.'

the silence was charging.

'do you really?' he asked, turning towards you. you feel his eyes lure on your body, warm and static. the words seem to stop in your throat, as you stare down at the floors you'd polished a few hours ago.

'yes,' you breathed, voice thick, clearly a lie, 'i detest it,'

'look at me when you speak,' he said. the air in the room was suddenly too thick to breath, 'won't you?' you slowly lifted your gaze to his, watching an unfamiliar darkness unravel in his usually cold, dead brown eyes. you took in a deep breathe, hoping he wouldn't notice. you let the silence linger, the sweet cacophony of tension wrestling against your eardrums.

'i'll ask you something,' he whispered, eyes trailing over your lips, 'do you think you'll answer honestly?'

'maybe,' you replied. he smiled,

'right. i want you to make a portrait. i'd rather hang that up instead of the photograph. you think you can do that?'

'i can. but that will... come at a cost of your time. if you know what i mean. i'll need to study the angles and colors and...think.'

'i'm fine with that,' he replied. leaning closer, he flushed. 'tell me when?'

'whenever you're ready,'

*-

obsession was a cruel fate. combing through the twisted lies and words, he never expected to end up like this. it had begun with him being your muse, with him being paint on your canvases. it had ended up with you being his obsession, with you being his infatuation. with you being his drug.

it was as if you'd casted a charm on him since the day you'd hung his portrait on the wall. he was nothing less but entranced by it. not because you had the colors on the canvas strokes perfectly. not because you'd captured something that he'd never seen before.

he couldn't see himself on the canvas. it was all you he saw. the way you flicked your brush across the canvas. the way your eyes lingered over his form, analyzing every inch and crevice on his body. the way you'd tied the apron around your waist, just tight enough to sinch it perfectly. the way you'd popped open a shirt button or two, the heat working its way into your frustration. you'd left a lot for imagination.

it drove him feral.

enough for him to be sitting on his knees, the coldness from the floor seeping through his black slacks, as he stared at you through his eyelashes.

even though his mind was foggy and captivated with your presence, his brain was drooling with thoughts. you were like a drug.

amongst the cruelties of the world, you were peace. his tongue dragged along the folds of your sopping cunt, your fingers deep within his sandy brown locks, pushing him closer to your core. he lifted your leg putting it on his shoulder, almost catching you off-balance. his nose touched your clit as he explored deeper within you.

he didn't like anyone better than you. your voice soft and heavy, moaning his name, was a deep melody he'd be drunk on.

'fuck, mr. lupin,' you screamed, bending backwards as your thighs shook, and the tightened coil of relentless teasing released out of your body, spreading across his tongue. you picked him up by the collar of his unbuttoned shirt, tasting yourself on his tongue. you pushed him upon your bed.

you'd gotten him exactly where you wanted him to be. he'd crawl in a desolate place with the snakes, just for you. he wasn't just your muse. he was your liquor. and how beautiful he looked falling on his knees like a domino. he was your object to own. to destroy.

'tell me what you want,' you asked, kissing your way up to his thighs, to his happy trail, to his abdomen and his heaving chest. he breathed slow and heavy.

'i want you to fuck me,' he said. tears pooled at his eyes, 'please,' he said, as your hand wrapped around his hardened cock.

'you want me to fuck you?' you asked, slowly stroking him up and down. you teased the tip of his cock on your slit.

'yeah,' he breathed, 'please,'

'give me that tie,' you demanded. he handed you the tie he'd been wearing before you'd torn it off his body. you knotted it loosely around his neck. you pushed his cock into your cunt, and he let out a gasp.

'fuck,' you smirked, slowly moving and teasing. your nails raked over the skin of his chest.

'do you see anyone other than me?' you asked, pulling the tie so that it partly stopped circulation. you saw his brain fog, eyes go fizzy, as he tried to breath harder. you moved faster with each passing second, and you could see him go feral. the shortly trimmed edges of hair teased across your sensitive clit, rubbing it rough.

'the world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it, mr. lupin.' you forced your fingers between his lips, opening his mouth. you spat on his tongue, pulling him closer to your naked body as his cock explored deeper, the nerve hitting your g-spot.

'and nobody knows it better than you. isn't that so?'

'yes, fuck,' he groaned, nails digging into the bedsheet. you felt the familiar coil burn in your core. you held his face, watching the senses disappear from his eyes.

'you're my sweet relief, mr. lupin,' you said, as you felt his thrusts go sloppy, indicating that he was close to his orgasm too. you bit his ear.

'come on, cum for me,'

'w-where?' he breathed, as your nails dug into his face. you spat on his tongue, before closing his mouth with your lips.

'in me,'

he moaned, gargled by your rough lips on his, tongue in mouth. he released himself into you, deep and sweet into your core. he felt your lips turn into a smile as you kissed him deeper.

you'd gotten him good. he was high. high enough to not want to be sober again. all he saw was tomorrows. all he saw how the stars were made for him and you.

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