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uraveragelonelysapphic · 6 months ago

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Lavender

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Nature had always been your life. How fitting that it could now cause your death.

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending!), mentions of vomiting and blood.

a/n: Hello hello! This is perhaps definitely ass, but I really wanted to write for these two because I'm hopelessly in love with them both. Please enjoy!

Hanahaki Disease 花吐き病 (Japanese) is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

The natural world had always brought you peace. The softness of the grass under your feet, the gentle breeze blowing against your skin, the tender feeling of a flower blooming by your hand. You were a green witch, after all.

That was what had driven your family away. You had been 12 when you first sprouted a lily from your hand. You were more curious than scared; you had always sensed there was something that separated you from the rest of your family. Something about the earth’s treasures had always called to you.

But even at your young age, you knew who you were living with. Sharing your abilities was a recipe for disaster; a sure fire way to have you outcast from your family.

So you did your best to keep your powers a secret, honing them in private, away from the watchful eye of your parents.

When you were 20, the inevitable happened. You were meant to be collecting berries for dinner when you had spotted a Willow Tree. It was worse for wear; you could feel it pleading for help as you approached it with a soft smile.

“It’s alright,” you soothed the tree as you gently placed your palms against the soil where its roots rested, “You’ll be alright.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on strengthening the roots as green magic pulsed out from your hands, through the soil, and into the tree itself, which began to heal instantly.

The snapping of a twig broke you out from your trance, turning your head to see your mother fleeing the scene. Your heart dropped as you quickly stood, moving to follow her.

She was too fast. By the time you had returned to your cabin, everyone and everything was gone. Your entire family had left you.

You fell to your knees in the middle of what was once your home, tears rolling down your face as you stared at the ground. Numb, broken, grieving.

You don’t know how long you stayed in that spot. You didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, you just sat, staring, longing.

It wasn’t until a cold hand lifted your chin that you realized you weren’t alone anymore.

“Hello, darling,” a voice said softly, and you locked eyes with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Her brown eyes were intoxicating, drawing you in. You tilted your head at her in confusion and intrigue. Who was she? What was she doing here?

“You’ve been sat here for a week, darling. No food, no water, no sleep. You’ll kill yourself if you keep up like this,” she said as she looked at you curiously.

Your eyes widened in realization. Death.

She shook her head at you gently, sensing your fear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not taking you. It’s not your time,” she said, stroking your hair gently.

“Thank you, Lady Death,” you stuttered out, in awe of her soft nature, directly contrasting the connotation of her very existence.

She smiled at you in response. “You can call me Rio, sweet girl.”

There was a moment where you two merely looked at one another before she looked away, taking on a rather stern expression. “But I feel the need to tell you, sitting here and mourning your abandonment will only hurt you. It’s not your time. So don’t let it be. Get up, you’re coming with me.”

You stumble away from her in confusion. “I thought you weren’t taking me?”

She shook her head. “I’m not taking you to the afterlife. I am, however, taking you in. You’ll be staying with Agatha and I.”

You knew that name. You had read about it during your private studies.

“Agatha? Like…’The Witch Killer’ Agatha? That Agatha?” you asked cautiously.

Rio cackled, extending her hand to you.

You took it.

And so began the years you spent with Death and her lover, Agatha Harkness. The two women were vastly different to their reputations that had preceded them. Sure, they both had a fierceness to them. They had to, in order to survive their daily lives filled with corpses and taking souls.

But, with each other, they held such a softness. Rio often came back from a long day exhausted and drained. Death didn’t tend to be a fan favorite, and people made it evident, shouting at her and berating her as she escorted the souls of their loved ones to the afterlife. But Agatha greeted her at the door each evening with a hug, simply holding her for minutes on end, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as Rio visibly relaxed into her hold.

And Rio returned the favor, treating Agatha with a love full of tenderness and warmth. Comforting her after each nightmare, preventing her from overworking herself, giving her soft apology kisses after any arguments.

Before long, you knew almost everything about the pair. You learned about Agatha and her son, and his loss which nearly tore Agatha and Rio apart. How Agatha was only a ‘Witch Killer’ to keep Nicky alive as long as she could. How Rio held such anguish and guilt at having to take Nicky’s soul. How Agatha once held it against her but now loved her as fiercely as ever.

The two were made for each other, and though they welcomed you with a similar softness to that which they showed each other, you chalked it up to them taking pity on a girl who was abandoned by her family. You knew they could never love you like they loved each other.

But that didn’t stop you from falling for them. It happened subconsciously; you never meant for it to happen. But when your heart panged in longing at seeing Agatha and Rio curled up in each other’s arms in the living room, you knew it had happened. It panged even further as you looked down, noticing a red carnation that had bloomed in your palm against your will.

You were determined to ignore it. Surely you could enjoy their presence without focusing on the way your stomach flipped when Rio smiled at you, or how your heart seemed to triple in size whenever Agatha would stroke your hair in affectionate greeting. But what you had to do became evident one morning.

“We’re headed out for a bit, doll,” Agatha said as you sat at the table eating the breakfast she had made for you.

You nodded. “Okay! Don’t stay out too late, I’m making your favorite for dinner, Ags.”

She beamed at you, making butterflies flare up in your stomach so violently they made you uneasy. “You’re a gem. Isn’t she just?” She turned to Rio, squeezing her hand gently.

“Oh, yeah, she’s the sweetest,” Rio replied, winking at you as you feel your heart beat faster.

The two bid you a final farewell before leaving for the day. As soon as they left, you began to feel an uncomfortable itch in your throat. You furrowed your brows, attempting to clear your throat to ease the discomfort, but to no avail. Eventually you began coughing. It was a cough that made you feel sick, made you feel like something was really wrong.

And when you coughed into your palm and saw the petals of daffodils, your suspicions were confirmed.

You had heard of Hanahaki disease but had always believed it to be a myth. Your heart dropped at the realization that your love for these women was going to kill you.

You had to leave.

So you did. You packed up that day and left, traveling solo for centuries as you studied the disease you suffered from.

Luckily, it impacted witches differently than humans. As your lifespan tended to be a lot longer, the disease was longer lasting; escalating at a slower pace before killing you altogether.

For the first hundred years, it had mostly been a consistent burning in your throat and coughing up various flower petals. Miserable, but bearable nonetheless.

After those hundred years, it began to escalate at a quicker pace as the flowers bloomed quicker and sharper. After 200 years of this disease, you were weaker than ever before. Coughing constantly, a never ending sensation of your insides burning, vomiting flower petals and blood.

Yes, there was the option of surgery, but you couldn’t bring yourself to allow that option to become a reality. You didn’t want to forget the love you held for Rio and Agatha. They had shown you kindness and softness like none other. You would die before you let yourself remove the memory of them from your very soul.

And you were getting close. You knew your time was running out.

And so, after another long day of slowly dying, you stared up at the sky, longing for your loves, even though you knew it could never be.

It was then that you felt yourself being sucked into the ground beneath you, and you let out a yelp at the shock.

Before you knew it, you were clawing your way out of the ground, now in a completely unfamiliar place. You were on a path in a strange, dystopian-looking forest. You could feel the magic buzzing around you as you pulled yourself up from the ground.

“Who is that?”

“I thought we already got a green witch?”

You heard a gasp and looked up to meet a pair of blue eyes you had longed for night after night for the past 200 years.

“Agatha,” you said quietly, tears welling in your eyes before you could stop them.

A familiar voice said your name and you shuddered at the sound.

“Rio.”

The two women stared at you and you stared back, unsure of what to say.

“So, are you gonna introduce us to the new girl, or…” a witch in a pink dress asked and you broke your intense stare-down to introduce yourself by name to the coven of witches.

“I’m a green witch,” you explained.

“We’ve already got one,” a teenage boy said, pointing at Rio awkwardly.

You knew well and good that Rio wasn’t here as a green witch, she was here on work business, but you didn’t want to blow what seemed to be a cover, and you also didn’t have a damn clue where you were, so you played along.

“Well, you know summoning spells, you never know how many you’re gonna get…” you tried cautiously, still feeling the gaze of your former housemates burning into the side of your head.

“Y/N, a word?” Agatha finally asked, and you gulp before nodding and following her and Rio to a secluded part of the forest.

“Hey guys…what’s up?” you asked with an awkward smile, trying to ease the tension.

Rio narrowed her eyes at you, crossing her arms. “What’s up is that you up and left 200 years ago without so much as a word to either of us. Care to explain?”

You tried to look to Agatha for support, but she wouldn’t meet your eyes. Your stomach turned at the thought that you had upset these women you loved so deeply.

You took a deep breath, staring at the ground. “I had some business to attend to. I didn’t want either of you to get wrapped up in it.”

“Was your business ‘killing yourself?’ You look rough,” Rio said, a teasing smirk hiding her worry.

“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes, some tension releasing from your shoulders at the knowledge that Rio wasn’t angry enough to ignore you.

“You left without so much as saying goodbye,” Agatha said quietly. She sounded so hurt, and you couldn’t believe you had brought this on the pair, but you knew they deserved to love each other in peace, not be burdened at being the cause of your death.

“Ags, I’m really sorry, I should’ve said goodbye, I just-“ you were cut off as a violent coughing fit shook you, causing both women to raise their eyebrows at you.

You turned away from them as you coughed a plumeria flower out of your throat. You quickly slipped the flower into your pocket and wiped a bit of blood from the corner of your mouth before turning to face the two witches again.

The eyes on you were soft and concerned, but you shook your head at them, shutting down their questions before they even asked. “I’m fine, just a cough.”

Rio opened her mouth to protest when a witch sporting orange streaks in her hair interrupted.

“I’m sorry to get in the middle of whatever this reunion is, but I think it’s time for our next trial.”

You furrowed your brows. “Trial?” You began to realize that you had no idea where you actually were.

“Duh, we are on the Witches Road, after all!” The teenage boy exclaimed, leaving you even more confused.

The road isn’t real. You knew all about the song that Agatha had used to lure her victims in.

“Wait, but-“ you stopped yourself from questioning any further when you saw Rio subtly shake her head at you, a silent plea to not reveal the truth of the road to the group.

You nodded in understanding, deciding to save your questions for later. “Alright, where’s the next trial?”

You looked up to see the group staring at something behind you. Agatha and Rio were particularly fascinated by it.

You turned around and your stomach dropped. You saw a cottage. It’s covered in vines and moss, making it appear worn down. But you thought it was beautiful. Perhaps that’s because it was yours. And Agatha’s. and Rio’s.

You looked at the path leading to the cottage. It was covered in flowers. You took a deep breath.

You just got here and already you were being given a trial.

As you and the rest of the coven approached the cottage, you couldn’t help but turn to the women you desire the most for comfort.

Rio had an arm wrapped around Agatha’s waist, her thumb gently stroking the witch’s hip bone. Agatha looked up at her, smiling in gratitude, and Rio pressed a soft kiss to Agatha’s forehead.

Your stomach churned at the sight, and you felt bile rising in your throat. You painfully swallowed it back down, cringing at the effect it had on your throat, already raw from the thorns slowly tearing it to shreds.

“You good?” The witch in the pink dress asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.”

The inside of the cottage looked just like you thought it would.

Home.

The same furniture, same pillows and blankets, same decor on the walls.

Your eyes filled with tears as you remembered all the time you had spent here with the women you loved more than anything.

“Doll,” a gentle voice said, and you turned to see Agatha looking at you softly. She approached you slowly, holding a hand out for you, but you took a step back.

“I’m fine,” you said, brushing your face and continuing to move through the house.

“This is new,” you heard Rio’s voice from the room resembling your bedroom.

You entered and were greeted with a tapestry on your wall. It showed 5 flowers. Below the woven flowers was a message:

The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke. For if they never cared, a life cannot be spared.

“It’s my life,” you breathed out, staring in horror at the plants on the tapestry.

Rio nodded, running her fingers along the tapestry as she identified the plants.

“Lily. Rebirth,” she began.

“The birth of your powers, the birth of you as a witch,” Agatha identified.

“Willow Tree. Loss.”

“The loss of your kin. Being abandoned by those you called family,” Agatha continued.

“Red Carnations. Deep, affectionate love.”

Agatha went silent at this, her brows furrowing.

“Daffodil. Unrequited love.”

Rio and Agatha were visibly shaken by this point. What hadn’t you told them? You were in love? With who?

Rio snapped her head to look at you upon seeing the last flower.

“Plumeria,” she said grimly.

Agatha’s eyes were wide. “What does that mean?”

Rio only continued to look at you.

“Rio, what does that mean???”

Her question was answered as you began to cough violently again, the sheer force of it bringing you to your knees.

Agatha rushed over to you in a panic. She looked at the rest of the coven in terror. “What’s happening to her?” she cried as you began to choke.

“The words she never spoke will slowly begin to choke,” the teenager said.

“Hanahaki disease,” the witch in pink breathed out.

“What the hell is that?” Agatha was crying now, watching as petals and thorns made their way out of your mouth covered in blood.

“A disease that affects someone facing unrequited love,” Rio said in realization.

As she put the pieces together she knelt in front of you in an instant, anger coursing through her.

“You left because of this,” she said, her voice low, “You thought we didn’t love you, so you left?” she asked incredulously.

“Didn’t want—you to—-see me die,” you gasped out, fighting for air as you began to cough up more and more blood.

“You’re not dying, Y/N. I won’t take you,” Rio choked out, her sorrow getting the best of her.

“Better this way,” you managed, and Agatha choked out a sob.

“It’s not, doll, we love you, we love you,” she cried helplessly.

The whole coven stood in shock. The two women they feared the most were in the most pain they had seen since they began to walk the road.

Both women hold you tight, desperately trying to convince you of their love.

Rio grabbed your face to look at her. “There’s a reason I took you in that day, mi vida,” she whispered as tears fell down her face, “I felt pulled to you. I knew you would be special to me. Aggie and I love you so much, please believe me.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, ignoring the blood and petals and thorns and focusing on you. Just you.

When she pulled away you gasped, finally able to gather air into your lungs.

Relief was visible throughout the entire coven. They had only just met you, but seeing how your existence being threatened had brought absolute devastation to two of the most intimidating women on earth had shaken them.

As you began to breathe again, you sagged against Agatha.

“You’re okay, doll, you’re okay now,” she assured you as she gently ran a hand through your hair.

The door to the cottage slammed open, and the rest of the coven took it as their cue to leave, giving you three a moment to recover.

As you laid against Agatha, you looked at Rio with tired eyes. “Sorry for getting blood on you,” you rasped, causing the woman to roll her eyes at you.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” She scolded before taking both of your hands in hers. “I. Love. You.”

Tears filled your eyes at her earnest confession. “I’m so sorry I ran,” you began, your body shaking, “I saw the love you had for each other, and how much you had healed each other, and I couldn’t hurt that. I didn’t want you to see me die. It wouldn’t have been your fault,” you said brokenly.

Agatha shushed you, kissing the top of your head. “You shouldn’t have run. It would’ve saved us all 200 years of agony,” she said, and you hang your head in guilt.

But then you felt a cold hand lifting your chin. And suddenly you were 20 years old again, looking into the eyes of Lady Death herself.

But this time, instead of looking at you with curiosity, she looked at you with something much stronger. She looked at you with love.

“But we’ve got you back now,” she said, smiling tearfully at you, “so we’re taking you in. Is that okay?”

Your body wracked with sobs as you nodded, and both women were holding you in an instant. Your back was against Agatha’s front as her arms wrapped around your waist. Rio straddled you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you close.

And out of the cracked wooden floor of that cottage, something bloomed.

Lavender. Healing. Love.

#agatha harkness x rio vidal #agatha harkness x reader #agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #rio vidal x reader #agathario x reader #agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader

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clare-875 · 5 months ago

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hiiii i hope youre doing well ^_^ i have no clue if youve watched film gold but i dont think theres any fics about filmgold!zoro... if itd be okay could i request a small oneshot about reader fawning over zoro all dressed up in his white suit and participating in the casino with him (whether it be gambling or drinking LOL)? its not alot to go off of so if youre not feeling inspired you can delete this ask!

Suits and Coins (Zoro x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Zoro x Female Reader Summary: Zoro in a suit in a casino with you. (Takes place in One Piece Film Gold) Warnings: Fluff, gambling + alcohol A/N: Hello lovely! I absolutely adored Zoro in this movie!! 😍 I hope that this was what you were going for <3 [One Piece Masterlist] _____

What. The. Fuck.

You and your crew had just arrived at the Gran Tesoro, a massive ship with the world's biggest entertainment city resting atop it. It had taken a while to reach the casino, what with the Long Long pirates attacking your crew the instant you arrived and the abundance of places your friends were intrigued with. However, when you had, you were blessed with a sight (in your opinion) more valuable than the gold that glistened off every city surface.

Zoro in a suit.

Most of your crewmembers had already dispersed, and you could faintly hear Nami shouting at Luffy as he ran off in a random direction, already ready to explore. But you pay her no mind. Because with their absence you allow yourself to look. Really look. You were so used to Zoro wearing simpler clothing that you could feel yourself losing composure at the sight of him so dressed up.

You basically had hearts in your eyes.

Zoro can feel your persistent gaze and turns slightly, opening his good eye questioningly. However, he is taken aback when he sees your flustered expression and the emotions raging in your eyes. "W-What are you looking at?" But your look of adoration only amplifies as his words reach your ears. You start to comically jump around him, taking in his figure from every angle.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you, 'cause I'm definitely sweating."

Zoro rolls his eyes at your words and the frantic pace at which you circle him, your eyes glistening with absolute admiration. "You're acting like that idiot cook." His words scarcely register in your mind as you have to stop yourself from screaming. "Babeee, you need to wear suits more often, no scratch that, how am I supposed to be the hotter one in this couple with you looking like this!"

You ramble to yourself more than him about his new-found style that you can't help but fawn over, and Zoro must admit that he had never seen you so enthralled. When he finally has enough he grabs your arms to hold you still, surprised again when he witnesses the pout on your lips. "It's not fair! You can't go out looking like that!" Zoro raises his eyebrows at your words before they furrow in confusion. "Have you lost your-" But you interrupt him again, and your next words cause his face to take on a shade of red.

"You're too hot! Everyone will see you!"

Zoro's eyes shoot open in surprise, but you turn away, crossing your arms like a child. He thinks you will actually be the death of him. You fail to notice how his eye lingers on your figure, adorned in a tight-fitting dress that has him fighting the heat that wants to reach his face. He doesn't know what you're talking about. You were clearly the more attractive person here. He lets out a deep sigh, but you ignore it, still internally debating your current situation and secretly wishing the two of you could go back to the Sunny so you could kiss him senseless.

"Let's go woman."

His grasp is surprisingly gentle on your arm, and you find yourself relenting as he drags you towards the casino. You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the action and smile before catching up to him and holding his arm as you walk. You can feel Zoro freeze momentarily, but surprisingly, he lets you linger. Your smile widens; with Zoro not being such a big fan of PDA, you would take any outward affection you could get.

The atmosphere of the casino was vibrant and thrilling. Dynamic lights reflected off the gold the building was entirely made of, and people's voices filled the lively atmosphere. You could scarcely hide your shock; you don't think you had ever seen such gold before in your life. Zoro softly smiles at the expression on your face, admiring your awe and astonishment, but by the time you meet his gaze, he turns away. You grin at his flustered expression and pull his arm gently.

"Look, Zoro! Let's try the roulette!"

Moments pass in a buzz, and with drinks in your hands, your boyfriend by your side and coins piling up around you, you don't think you could be happier. With the alcohol also came Zoro's boldness, both with the gambling and with his touch. He lets you sit on the armrest of his chair. He lets your hands linger on his form. He smirks when he sees passing patrons eye your figure by his. You were his, and he was yours. They could watch as long as they wanted; nothing would change that.

"Yes, we won again!"

He grins when he sees you happily collect your winnings. The luck placed upon your crew was truly unmatched. He turns to a passing server, "Hey, get us two more drinks," the man quickly nods and rushes off to do just that. When you lean back into the chair he sat in after placing more of your bets, you are utterly surprised when his arms circle your waist, and he pulls you onto his lap. "You look hot today doll." Your heart pounds at his softly spoken words, rumbling deep into your ears. You quickly collect yourself as you turn to him smiling.

"Took you long enough. I didn't think you'd noticed."

All in all, you win so much money that Nami is practically praising the ground you both walk on in the aftermath. Zoro lingers close to you even as more crewmembers gather to show off their winnings. He secretly swears to get you alone later.

You in your dress and him in his suit.

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writteninlunarlight-years · 6 months ago

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This is for the @6esiree contest that they are holding! I hope you enjoy it, and even if it doesn't perform well, I am glad to have made something long! Word Count 3.5k Alastor x Gen Z Reader Based on Song Older by Isabel LaRosa TW: Sexual content, stubbornness, gen gap, age gap, tentacles, begging

Dying wasn’t the first thing on your list of exciting things to do. I mean, yes, you were a 23-year-old living in 2024, so of course, your will to live was low, but that didn’t mean you were ready for it when it happened. No, instead, death came hard and fast, all because you had some serious FOMO and a quite pitiful YOLO moment.

One minute, you were having a great night out with friends, you had a handsome silver fox wrapped around your finger, and then the next thing, you woke to a red landscape of what you only assumed was hell. With your life, it made sense why ‘Hell’ was where you ended up. You died partying and sleeping with the older man, so it only made sense that this was where you would consequently end up.

A deep sigh left you as you looked at the chaos around you. The only good thing you saw so far out of this event was that you didn’t have bills to pay anymore. It looked like as long as you played your cards right, you could get anything here without needing money. As that thought crossed your mind, an ad for redeeming sinners played on a nearby radio.

The voice on the radio was alluring as all hell and had you questioning your life and undead choices. Not even five minutes into being dead, and you are already fawning over an older man's voice. It's good to know that living habits don’t die with you in the afterlife.

Your resolve not shaken, you make your way to where the voice spoke of the Hazbin Hotel and find yourself at the base of a hill, looking up at a grand building with flashing lights. A shiver runs up your spine as you realize how powerful whoever runs this place must be. Maybe pretending to want to be saved would be well worth your time, then.

Let’s get one thing straight here: you are no damsel; you may like your men older, but that doesn’t mean you need one. No, you are an independent queen who can do what she pleases. She just also realizes when to fold and when to hold her hand. Right now, seeking refuge from the fires and sex work was worth it; however, that didn’t mean you wouldn’t earn your keep all the same.

While you thought about these prospects and made your way up to the door, you noticed it was open without you even having to knock. Pushing your head through more of the door, it was clear to see what type of establishment this was…a chaotic one.

Just standing in the entryway, the sights before you were hilarious and intriguing. A cat at the bar grumbled as he watched a spider dance on the bar. A young lady resembling a lamb hurriedly tried to stop the provocative dancing while a gray woman yelled at the spider. A cyclops laughed hysterically while tossing what you could only imagine was a bomb. A small woman rushed around laughing and stabbing the air while a man who looked a little like the lamb girl walked through the room.

The deer caught your eye the most, though, and it seemed you caught his, too, as he was the only one looking at you and your entrance. You two held eye contact, a shiver running up your spine. Oh, you definitely could get used to staying here.

Nodding more to yourself than the deer man, you walked in further and cleared your throat, everyone stopping to look at you. With a slight wave, you smiled brightly and introduced yourself. “Heya, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya,”

The room was silent, causing you to laugh awkwardly. As you slowly backed away, thinking maybe this wasn’t a great idea, the lamb girl came over and jumped on you. Holding your arms and bouncing, she spoke excitedly.

“Oh my goodness, a new arrival! Hi, my name is Charlie. I am the hotel's owner,” She beamed proudly at the statement and motioned to the others all in the lobby area of the room, “And this is the Hazbin Hotel residents and staff! The cat is Husk, then Angel Dust, Vaggie, Cherri, Nifty, my father,” She leaned in and whispered, “Also known as Lucifer,”

Laughing at your surprised face, she pointed to the deer man last. “This is Alastor. He is the hotelier; he helps me run the hotel! Was it his broadcast that brought you in?”

You shook your head at the information overload and laughed softly. Nodding to the question, you looked at everyone around. “Yes, I actually passed not too long ago, and as I was weighing my options on where to go, I heard the message on the radio.”

Charlie beamed proudly at Alastor, who just smiled at you precisely as he had been this entire time. You couldn’t lie. He was drop-dead gorgeous. He was tall and fit, and if his voice sounded anything like how it did on the radio, you would be a goner for sure. He was an enigma and one you knew you had to be careful of if you wanted to make it out of this hotel with your head screwed on straight.

“My my, I am quite honored my radio show was able to bring in a petal quite like yourself, dear,” He spoke so smoothly, and you knew right then how right you were; you were a goner. “I do hope you are staying here with us to be redeemed as Miss Charlotte wishes; I am eager to learn…more about you, miss Y/N.”

You swallowed thickly, nodding. Looking at the others, you laughed and began some small talk while they decided where would be the best place to put you. The conversations ranged from how everyone died to how people got here, and you learned more about how hell worked. Learning that Alastor owned many souls only made him more appealing and dangerous.

As Charlie led you to your room, she made sure to inform you of the dangers of getting mixed up with Alastor. Being mindful of her warnings and the blaring alarms in your head that did not match the alarms between your legs, you made it a goal to avoid falling for Alastor at all costs. Oh, how wrong you were for that.

Alastor had his eyes on you the minute he felt your presence near the hotel. You were unlike any other woman he had seen. You looked young and still full of life, so how could someone like you have died so carelessly? Not to mention, he did find you oddly attractive, and your calm demeanor was refreshing. He wanted you and in more ways than just your soul.

He knew the best way to any woman's heart was to court her and get her to fall for him slowly till she needed him and him alone. However, you were a tricky one to get under the skin of. You were so damn stubborn and stuck in your ways of being the lead in your own life that allowing him any control seemed futile. However, the challenge you possessed was all the more thrilling to him.

It started off simple: He escorted you around the hotel. He wanted to lead you around like a gentleman, but you had your own plans. As he talked and explained a specific part of the hotel, your attention was elsewhere in your explorations.

“Y/N, dearest, are you even paying attention?” he asked you sharply as you looked at the paintings for the millionth time since your arrival. You really wanted to listen to him, but this was kind of boring. After becoming close with the others, you were eager to hear more about their lives than be trapped with the man you swore not to sleep within this proximity to you.

“Sorry, Alastor. Yes, I am listening. I was just wondering about some of the paintings; they are quite pretty.” You were honest, at least in the fact that you enjoyed the paintings. Someone had a knack for art, and you were not shy to admit it. However, when you soon learned it was he who chose all the art minus a handful, you quickly shut down your praise.

The next time Alastor tried to win you over and claim your soul was when he began opening doors for you. He never thought the day would come when he saw someone challenge him so brazenly. However, that was probably the day he fell in love with you, as he allowed it to happen.

“Uh…Alastor, what are you doing?” You looked at the opened door with your arms crossed, your body still midstep from when he raced ahead to open the door.

“I am being a gentleman, Miss Y/N, that is all.” He looked so innocent, but you had heard more stories and learned so much about him from the shadows. He was no innocent man but a cold-blooded killer. You wouldn’t lie, though, that his past and present only made you that more attracted to the idea of him. You wanted him biblically, and it only made you hate his advances more, as you didn’t want to lose your soul.

“No, thank you, Alastor. I can open my own doors.” You quickly took the door from him, closing it and reopening it before walking through. The look on Alastor's face was akin to pain and frustration. He was not a fan of your independent attitude and was willing to bet he could break you before the year ended.

Alastor resorted to making sure you always walked on the right side of the road, that your chairs were pulled out for you, and that your food was pre-cut; he even went out of his way to acquire a simple ruby necklace for you to wear so others knew you were accounted for. However, you were stubborn and not taking on his advances. All you would give him was that Cheshire grin and stubbornly push his buttons by mimicking his chivalry with your version.

When it came to Alastors courting skills and all his advances, you managed to turn them down in the same stubborn way. However, it didn’t go amiss by Alastor that each turn down went from cold and distant worry to more playful and light-hearted jests on your part. Was it possible you were falling for him, too?

He admitted to himself a while ago, just as you had that the immediate attraction you two felt despite the age and generational gap was mutual. He didn’t know how to break you while you were too worried about becoming his next meal, even though the way he wanted to eat you was not how you were thinking.

That was until one fateful day when the hotel was barren except you two. You had sat perched in the library reading some trashy romance novel, hoping to get yourself off while Alastor was busy with his work. Busy working till his shadow happened to inform him of what you were reading.

The book you had chosen was interesting in that the main female lead was a time traveler who managed to end up in the olden times as a helpless damsel needing a strong man to care for her—the complete opposite of what you were as a person. However, you wouldn’t lie that the thought of letting Alastor take care of you wasn’t electrifying; it just went against everything you stood for.

However, reading the book and getting to the more intense sex scenes where the woman is restrained and taken care of sexually only caused you to feel more of a heated desire for the man who had plagued your thoughts since you made eye contact with him all those months ago. Sighing deeply, you flipped to the next page and moaned softly at the words, wishing it to be you. You wondered how long your and Alastor’s game of cat and mouse would play out until one caved.

Alastor entered the room and looked over your shoulder. He was enamored with you rutting into your leg as you read the heated pages. He smirked as a tentacle wrapped around your throat and pulled your attention up from the book to his eyeline. “My dear, what do we seem to have here?” He practically purred, and you whimpered softly.

You were already so close to release on your heel that you didn’t realize the pleas coming from your lips. You needed an older man badly; you needed Alastor—someone who would worship your body. As the pleas left your lips, it didn’t take long for Alastor to pounce on you, his pent-up desire for the independent brat growing.

Alastor wasted no time and already had your sleep shorts pooled at your ankles, ratty nightshirt hiked up your back and drooping off one shoulder. Your inner thighs were slick and glistening with arousal from your earlier menstruations while reading.

Alastor hummed in amusement, bending you over the couch, his cold tentacles holding you in place as he moved down your back. His soft breaths tickled you as much as they excited you. He hummed as he saw your pussy in full view, a smile growing on his face. He touched it softly, slick coating his hand as he spoke, “My dear, you are already soaking; you were thinking about me, weren’t you? Thinking about me taking you just like that man does in that book.” He smiled wider, lining his face with your slick. “All you had to do was ask, beautiful.”

A tender hand pushes down on your back, further squishing your chest into the soft plush of the couch arm, his other hand grasping firmly at the fat of your backside where Alastor’s face is lapping at your dripping cunt. Soft mewls cry from your lips, hands reaching back to grasp his head, fingers tangling through the soft red and black locks, being mindful of his ears. He only grunts in response as he continues his onslaught on your most sensitive area.

What felt like minutes and hours at the same time passed; your legs were trembling, knees threatening to buckle under you with three orgasms already coaxed out of you on his tongue alone, milking you of your sweet, slick nectar. Your quiet, strained cries did nothing but aid the tightness in Alastor’s dress pants, his cock oozing arousal in his boxers, dampening the fabric beyond. Every involuntary shift of his hips causes more friction and tension with the fabric, sending a groan throughout your pussy.

Alastors noises vibrate against your cunt, shocking your overstimulated and oversensitive clit. All you can do is cry out as he pushes himself deeper, closer. his tongue is merciless and selfish as he threatens to swallow you whole. At this point, you're begging for him to relent, repeated pleas of his name falling from your lips as the familiar heat builds in your core, and you writhe under his hands. The cold slick of his tentacles digs into your skin as he takes hold of your ankles and wrists now to keep you open.

Everything becomes overstimulating as the world begins to spin. Your jaw goes slack, and saliva pools in your mouth as it threatens to spill over your swollen lips. Tears are streaming down your flushed face, your hair is frizzy, and your eyes are practically rolling to the back of your head as yet another release washes over you, sending a shudder through your body.

Alastor finally pulls his face away from the space he has claimed as his between your thighs, not without flattening his tongue over your cunt for a last taste gathering all of you he could. The tentacles held you tighter as he smirked and sat upright, admiring the mess he had made of you. A slick shimmer on his face as he licked his lips, “Delicious, better than any venison I have ever had, dove.”

As he stands up, his hand on your back pushes you back onto the couch arm. He kneaded the flesh of your backside, groaning at the sight in front of him. His hands meet your hips, pulling you back on his clothed erection. A small yelp escapes your lips at the friction against your sensitive area. Your frayed nerves against the soft material that soaks up your arousal and previous releases.

You whine as he rocks his hips slowly, grunting as he watches the material dampen quickly before he pulls away from your hips. His movements are hasty, and he does not waste any more time as he uses more tentacles to help not only hold your wiggling form but also get his clothes off him. He liked this sight of your half-dressed attire as he held purchase over you, dominance you refused till now to give up.

Once he was undressed, he bleated softly at the warmth of your puffy, swollen folds as he rubbed his cockhead up and down your pussy before catching your willing slit. He groans at the tightness that welcomes him; the slick, clamping, spongy walls that pulse around his dick almost milks him of every last drop of cum.

Your voice is hoarse, almost gone by the time his cock is sheathed in you, his cockhead brushing your sweet spot as you feel him abuse your need for him. You can feel every prominent vein of his cock against your spongy walls; they're practically ingrained in you as your pussy is molded to take his dick.

A creamy, white circle forms at the base of his cock as he pushes his length inside, his girthy dick stretching your weeping pussy with loud, lewd squelches. He doesn't give you time to compose yourself. He's selfish tonight, unapologetically so, because you had been toying with him for too long. After almost a year of cat and mouse, this is finally how he takes you. You drove him mad.

It isn't long until your backside is red, his hips pistoning into your sopping cunt, the sight of your slick pussy swallowing his red, angry cock so needily, sucking him in so desperately and clamping around him was addicting, and the feel even more so. His pace isn't lovely; he's mean, relentless, and bruising.

"Fuck sweetheart, so needy for me; you could have just told me how much you wanted this from the get-go. Saved us both precious time," he whined in your ear, his cock drilling into your tight hole as he nipped at your earlobe. Claws out, he uses his hands, kneading the fat of your ass, a sharp slap to your skin causing it to turn even more flushed and red as he fucked himself stupid using your cunt.

He was growing more and more pussy-drunk, drool forming in his mouth and pooling in his permanent smile, leaning over to place his lips onto the expanse of your shoulder. He pressed lewd, wet kisses against your supple skin, adding to the marks and bruises from his teeth as his demonic form began to take precedence.

With how hard he was holding on to you with his hands and tentacles, you were covered in bruises. He was marking you as his not only with chivalry and jewels but pretty marks that will mar your skin for weeks. He tightened his hold around your throat, pulling you up to a sitting position. He pumped into you harder, watching your stomach grow with his length in you. He groaned heatedly as he transformed more; his hand was pulling you up while his other hand began pushing down on the spot on your belly where he was poking through.

As you both whined and felt relief, he growled in your ear, “I will make you all mine, my Doe. Not a single person can have you now.” He pushed harder for a few more pumps before you two were spilling over one another. He filled you to the brim, his seed spilling out before he could even pull out of you. With a satisfied hum, he let his body slowly return to normal as he slid out.

You were fucked out beyond belief. He smiled, gently picking you up and placing your clothes back on you. He held you in his arms and sighed, acting as if he didn’t just release eons of pent-up sexual tension on you. He snapped his fingers, redressing, and walked with you in his arms to his chambers. There, he would repeatedly remind you who you now truly belong to. Soul or not, he was the one to dominate the disobedient brat you were.

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kissitbttr · 1 year ago

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a very tiny fic of frat!miguel pining on cheerleader!y/n in college. might expand, we’ll see ;)

fucking. frat parties, man,

you hate it. despise it even. what’s so good about them anyway other than the fact watching dumb boys in snapbacks making a fool of themselves with drinking games?

definitely not your scene, but unluckily for you—it has always been your friends favorite thing to look forward to,

“you need to cut yourself some slack babe. this party will do you good! i promise!”

rolling your eyes, you slip on one of your favorite heels before glaring at her. “doubt it but thanks for the positivity”

“maybe todd will be there and you guys will catch up?”

“like hell we will” you scoff, walking towards the dressing table to pamper yourself,

“that shit is history, he’s a fucking dead man”

a certified douche bag, that’s what todd is. dated him in sophomore year and the relationship went for about six months before calling it quits because he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat and he had the nerve to blame it on you,

you were pretty much done with men at that point,

“she’s right” one of your friends, gloria points out. “you guys forgot what that asshole did to her, hm?”

“but” one girl steps in. “people change, right?”

you and gloria exchange looks, biting back a mocking smile at how innocent and naive the girl sounds. however, you shake your head at gloria, telling her to hold it in.

“yeah, sure” you shrug at her question, busying yourself with makeups as the other girls from behind you continue with their chatting,

“what about miguel? that tall sexy one”

your hand freezes at the name, as a collective of ooh’s and dreamy sighs fall upon your ears. yet you dismiss it anyway,

“and what about him?”

lyla, the pixie haired cut girl chimes in. “wasn’t he the one who blew you a kiss during the football game? you know, when you were cheering”

it was the championship game, one after finals had ended. you and your cheerleading team were on the sidelines doing the stunts. one of the duties of being one was to cheer for your home team. being extra perky and all smiley,

he scored another touchdown within the last ten seconds, in which the crowd had erupted into loud cheers. this man sure got some speed on his feet,

you clapped your poms poms together, jumping in excitement while yelling out his jersey number. the rest of the girls are doing the same thing, some even louder than others. leading the crowd to loudly chant his last name,

miguel took his helmet off, smiling proudly at the full audience while bumping his chest with his fist. then his eyes landed on you, smile going wider as he watched you cheer for his team,

then he did it. blew you a kiss as he waved. mouthing a ‘that one’s for you’ before winking, in which you only rolled your eyes at the respond. you truly had no time entertaining another heartbreaker on campus.

that man maybe devilishly handsome and charming, but he also shared some highly disturbing amounts of girls in his dorm,

or so you have heard.

his friend jogged towards him, clasping his hand around miguel’s shoulder,

“new girlfriend, o’hara? or looking for a quick fuck?”

if it was any other circumstances, he’d punch him for saying that about you. but he was far too entranced by your beauty to actually give a shit. instead he smiled, eyes refused sto leave yours as he watched your body move.

“girlfriend. working on it, compá”

his voice is confident. almost like he’s sure that you’ll be his. and you will

miguel finds you to be far more intriguing than the rest. beautiful, top of the class, fucking funny too. ever since he had exchanged a couple words with you during one the class you both shared, you pretty much occupy his mind from there.

and he had watched you punch one of the guys at his party one time so safe to say you’re the reason why his dick is hard for the rest of the night

“not only that. he touched down and said it was for you, didn’t he?! ugh! i am so freaking jealous!”

it’s almost funny how hopeless romantic most of your friends are. i mean sure, you are too, who isn’t? but you would argue that if it wasn’t coming from miguel, those girls probably won’t be swooning like right now,

“you both are overreacting. he was just in the heat of the moment.”

“nuh uh” gloria shakes her head in disagreement, scoffing with a small smirk. “she’s right, that boy wants you. he wants you bad. like ‘24/7 deep dick inside your pussy and won’t let you walk straight after fucking’ wants you”

“a very… vivid detail, gloria…” you widen your eyes with a laugh while the other girls agree. “but okay”

“how do you even know that?”

“beck said so” she shrugs, making you look at her with a deadpan expression. “what? me and him went back to fucking, don’t judge me!”

a snort escapes your lips, tugging the lipgloss back out of your makeup pouch before unscrewing the tube,

“he’s like a total player, no? i don’t think i could get together with a man who sticks his dick into any hole”

“that’s not true. they’re just rumors”

“yeah, wasn’t dana the only girl he had ever dated?”

“no that was xina. dana fucked his brother”

“what?!”

“isn’t it the other way around?”

“i’ve never seen him with girls that often. your opinion could be wrong y/n”

you brush it off and let the girls gossip in the back. whether it’s true or not, staying away would probably better. after todd, you don’t think you can afford another heartbreak.

fucking. men

the party had started a few hours ago, and it’s packed. a lot of students come and start filling up the house, the sound of asap rocky’s ‘frat rules’ booming through the speakers.

it’s not even close to midnight but miguel already spot a few kids getting drunk and throwing up in the backyard making him winces in disgust. he has told a few of his friends to keep an eye for broken furnitures but he doubts any of them listen,

they’re far too busy exchanging saliva with some of the girls from the sorority,

“yo o’hara! beer pong later! you’re on my team!”

peter, one of his frat brothers yells. miguel looks over his shoulder to see him standing by the pong table with the others, he has his arm around a red haired girl’s shoulder.

miguel flashes a smile, head shaking as he fixes himself a beer from the keg. “count me out, parker. go find other team player”

“oh boo! you’re no fun these days, o’hara! don’t tell me you’re standing by to see if she’s coming?”

“wait, miguel’s crushing on someone?” the red haired asks

“i told you babe, it’s the girl from cheerleading team”

miguel doesn’t respond, because peter is right. he has been scanning over the room, pacing back to back to see if you’re here yet. a disappointment sigh leaves his mouth each time he fails to find you,

his frat brothers think he’s gone crazy. because why would he get himself so worked up over one girl when there’s dozens of others lining up to get dicked down by him? pretty ones even,

but that’s the thing, miguel doesn’t find hooking up to be something that needs to be praised for. why would he pat himself on the back for screwing half of the sorority sisters? or bet on who gets to be the lucky bastard to get into the quiet girl’s panties?

gross. that’s for sure. but it seems that his brothers think otherwise. he has no say in that, obviously. to each their own.

“she’s coming, dude. chill. you’ve been eyeing the goddamn door non-stop” beck chuckles, sipping on his beer can

he ignores him, clicking the tongue against his teeth. “you told gloria, right? to bring her here?”

“i did. so stop worrying. enjoy for a bit”

beck leaves him with that, not before bumping miguel’s shoulder lightly with his fist, leaving miguel with his brows furrowed and lip in a small pout,

‘where are you?’ he thinks,

“hey miguel��

a feminine voice pulls him out of the trance, in which he quirks an eyebrow and notices a short haired girl appears by his side, dragging her long manicured nails down his bicep,

“not interested” he shoots her a quick glare before averting his gaze back towards the door,

the girl pouts, taking the bold move by resting her temple against his shoulder in which he shakes her off causing her to gasp,

“the fuck o’hara?!”

“i told you. not interested. beat it” he downs his red solo cup before scrunching it, licking his lips. “go find another guy to bang”

she huffs at that, stomping her feet like a child like her parents refuses to give her candy,

“i mean it. move, i am not—“

“y/n! gloria! you two made it!”

that does it for him. soon as he hears your name falls from beck’s mouth, his gaze never moves quicker. seeing his frat brother by the entrance, greeting gloria with a kiss and you’re standing by gloria’s side with a small smile,

oh god, you.

who looks absolutely breathtaking tonight. adorned in a pretty pink dress that hugs your curves in the right way, your makeup is light and he’s thankful for that. long thick hair fall against your back, leaving your shoulders exposed,

simple yet look so expensive,

miguel pays no mind to the girl besides him, simply just walking away. he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the people who congratulates him on the win as he strides closer to you,

“y/n y/l/n… what a sight for sore eyes it is to see you, muñeca”

a familiar voice saying your name makes your head turn, seeing who it is. the head of fraternity. miguel o’hara,

he has his arms crossed, causing his biceps to bulge a bit, making him look bigger than he already is. you eye the outfit he has on. a black muscle tank and grey sweatpants. chocolate hair tucked into a bright red snapback that he props on backwards,

he shoots you a flirty smirk, walking a little bit closer just enough to create a small gap between the two of you,

“miguel o’hara” you speak his name, faking a smile. “surprised to see you still sticking around here. i thought you’d be by your room already, pleasuring another girl”

he winces playfully, hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “ouch, muñeca” a small chuckles leaves his mouth as he watches you roll your eyes, “always with the horrible assumptions. care to play nice this time?”

you glance at him with a scoff. “we both know that’s a fact. you always leave with a girl, don’t you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side,

he hums, scanning the room before looking back at you. “false. but i’ll let you believe what you want to believe, muñeca.”

you try to guess if he’s being sarcastic with it or actually telling the truth, and you swear it’s the latter. however, you refuse to fall for it,

“what do you want, o’hara?” you sigh, sipping on the beer gloria had offered earlier,

with a chuckle, he leans against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. “is it a crime for me to talk to a pretty girl i have a crush on? is there any written policies about that?”

your heart flutters when he calls you pretty. not to mention, a crush?

yeah okay, you do find him extremely attractive and sexy. like, really really sexy. guilty as charged. but who doesn’t think so? his dashing smile and seemingly soft hair do make you a little bit crazy. he’s a total heartthrob on campus.

not only is he the vice captain of the football team but he’s one smart student. passes every class, rarely get a score below B’s. no wonder why teachers are chasing his ass for him to tutor some of the students.

and if that’s not enough, you know how much he loves to spend his time volunteering at local organizations, doing food kits for donations even providing a cost-free child care around the community,

he’s almost—too good to be true.

“i’m flattered, truly. but flirting won’t get you anywhere, mr.” you wag your finger side to side,

“seriously?”

“seriously”

“wow” he breathes out a sigh, faking a disappointment. “i got to try harder than that then”

a giggle leaves your mouth, head shaking. “my advice? stop trying, o’hara”

“i can’t do that, muñeca”

you tilt your head to the side,. “and why’s that?”

“i just told you”

“hm. surely there are other girls out there, o’hara”

“i don’t want them”

“persistent aren’t you?”

“kind of” he casually shrugs. “why, you don’t like it?”

“quite the opposite”

“and why is that entertaining to you?” he asks with a smirk,

“i like seeing men desperate. i like seeing them beg for something they know they can’t have” you bite down onto your lower lip. your respond is not meant to be flirty, but more of like a playful statement.

yet somehow, it triggers something in him. something good.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, puffing out a deep breath. “shit, you’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, tongue sticking out to wet down his lip,

“harder to what exactly?”

“to not want you” he replies bluntly, tone changes into a serious one. but it doesn’t come off as a lust or desperation,

your smile falters a little when you realize how serious he becomes. swallowing a lump on your throat, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. eyes are now onto his, and you don’t quite get why it feels so difficult to just look away,

“miguel i—“

“shit, i ruined it, didn’t i? eres un idiota” he curses himself with a grunt shaking his head. hands on his hips “sorry, i’m just— fuck you look so good right now muñeca and there’s like a million things going through my mind when i look at you—“

“miguel—“

“obviously i’m not going to tell you because it’s pg-13 all up in here” he points at his head. “and i don’t want to scare you—“

“miguel—“

“but i went past puberty so i’m not some kind of horny teenager that—“

“miguel! jesus, shut up!” you finally exclaim, and that does it for him. his movements stop when he hears you yell out his name,

clearing your throat, you regain your posture before setting the beer down on the nearest table,

“listen i—i just don’t know what to say after that” you begin with a nervous laugh, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “you have a crush on me?”

his bushy brows dip into a frown. ��didn’t i make it clear these past few weeks?”

“huh?”

“i brought you lunch, let you borrowed my favorite pen during class, i even asked your number through gloria but she didn’t want to give it to me” his shoulders slouch in disappointment. “i’ve had a crush on you since— I don’t know, too long. you’re a tough woman to please, muñeca. i give you that”

“that’s only one time! how am i supposed to know that you weren’t just looking to hook up?”

“ay dios mio! if i wanted to just have sex with you, i would try to get closer with you during a party! which is… technically what i’m doing right now but— that’s not the point!” he groans, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustrations,

“you seriously didn’t notice the signs?!”

“those weren’t fucking signs, dumbass. try to do more than being subtle, why don’t you?!”

“well it’s hard when you keep dodging me and rolling your eyes everytime i talk to you!”

“how can i?! when you slept with like half of the sorority girls on campus?!”

“how many times do i have to tell you that what you hear is not true? i don’t know where you got that from but i can assure you that i haven’t fucked anyone in months! and the idea of hooking up with random girls doesn’t sound appealing to me! want some prove? ask my brothers about that, go on! or ask beck, he’ll tell you the truth. that man is prone to never lying”

you go quiet. face softening a little,

“wait… then what about the girls i saw you walking with after a party?”

“to walk them safely to their cars or their dorm room. that’s it” he explains, watching the surprised look on your face.

“now.. how do you see me?”

you feel terrible for believing all those rumors first before actually knowing it’s confirmed or not. you are taught to never ever judge a book by its cover and you just did,

fuck you’re a terrible person,

“oh..” you mutter softly. “shit—i’m so sorry miguel, I didn’t know”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it”

“what? no! i was acting like a complete bitch! ugh fuuuuck” you whine, stomping your heel on the ground as miguel watches in amusement,

‘you’re adorable’ he wanted to say,

“i feel terrible—no, i am actually” you grumble, “how can i make it up to you?”

a bright smile spreads across his face. “allow me to get to know you throughout the night? no funny business i promise”

his eyes are glinting with hope when he looks at you, feeling nervous that you might reject him but he’s not letting you see that,

you mirror his expression, feeling your cheeks warm by his question. “miguel—i’d love to but… no offense, i kinda didn’t want to go to your party in the first place, i only went because gloria asked me to and uhm.. i don’t know if i wanted to stay, actually—it’s not because of you but mainly because my social battery had died even before i got here”

“we don’t have to stay—we can go out. we’ll pick a place and go or you can pick, i’m down with whatever”

with wide eyes, you reply “what?”

“yeah. there’s a good diner i always go to when i’m craving for a good burger or a shawarma truck down the street. they don’t have tables and everything but we can order and eat in my car.”

“unless you have better options, it’s cool” he adds

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but it’s hard not to when he’s being extremely… attentive?

my god, is this actually miguel o’hara? the man who’s painted to be heartless and a player?

“mig- this is your party. you can’t just leave” you softly laugh. “we can catch up another time, i hate to be—“

“it’s fine, muñeca. this party is good as it can be without me. besides” he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys,

“i’d like to spend time with you.. is that… okay?”

he’s being careful with his words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off or come off desperate. the last thing he needed was to have you feel repulsed by him,

you give him with a soft smile, looking up at his ruby eyes with your pretty doe ones and from then on, miguel is absolutely sure that he’s in. so fucking in that he knows there is no way out,

it’s not like he wants it any other way

“that’s okay”

i was going to make her super mean and bitchy but i figured i’d use that for some other time,

also please tell me this doesn’t sucked. i hate for this one to flop because i might start to fall in love with these pairings

feel free to send your ideas and thoughts about these two

(i might actually write one where they both meet the first time)

#there’s going to be more i promise!!#miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara drabbles #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o'hara #frat!miguel

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anim-ttrpgs · 6 months ago

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A big part of Eureka is splitting the party. Normally games are loathe to do this because of the potential to bore players while they passively watch others play the game. I'm curious how you deal with this when you run Eureka. Sending players away seems like it could make it either better or worse. Like if it's at a home, people can go hang out by the snack table and drink and chat, but that doesn't work as well at, say, a game store. I'm curious how people felt about having to leave the game several times.

While the risk of boring the players or putting too much stress on the GM is a real concern, the addage of "don't split the party" actually originated in the TSR D&D era, where splitting the party made them weak and vulnerable to all sorts of situations that would be less of a problem for a full strength party, However, for a game like Eureka that produces more conventional narratives (everyone take note that I did not say that Eureka produces more narrative or is "more focused on narrative", just more conventional narratives) and has more of a focus on intrigue and horror, the party splitting up to cover more ground and collect more clues in the limited time they have to solve the mystery, but also making each one of them more vulnerable if something happens, is an actual trade-off that can improve the gameplay and story.

First of all, besides it just being really entertaining, I really recommend you listen to the Tiny Table Actual Play of Eureka. It has some really good examples of splitting the party and sending players away that are executed really well, and also some good discussion of it in the post-mortem episode and the interview.

I’m going to answer the ask directly from my own gameplay experience, but I really really urge anyone who has played Eureka to comment with their own experiences with splitting the party and sending players away.

Alright, so, obviously how long players are willing to wait their turn is group-dependent, but with our own group, we’ve actually kinda had the opposite problem from players getting bored. Instead, Narrator and the players whose characters are currently in the spotlight start to worry that they’re selfishly hogging too much session time, and try to rush the scene along (to its great detriment), when in reality the players who were sitting out were happy to keep waiting. Realizing this led to us altering the advice regarding splitting the party in the rulebook, and actually recommending the Narrator go a little longer before switching to the other characters.

I personally am happy to wait up to like 90 minutes if my character is out of the scene, because I have faith in my group and also in Eureka that the payoff for waiting will be that much greater, seeing the characters relay what they have learned while they were apart in dialogue rather than the player just saying “My investigator tells them everything that happened.” It really heightens the tension, lets the characters shine, and can even really help with solving the mystery, because having the events and evidence recounted out loud can help with making connections that might have gone over people’s heads the first time.

Of course like the rulebook says, it also comes to the judgement of the play group as a whole, and should definitely be discussed beforehand basically as part of session zero, and even mid-session if it needs to be. (Communicate your preferences to your play group!!!!!) There’s plenty of scenes and situations where having the other players leave the room instead of sitting and watching would add nothing at all to the experience.

Now I want to hear other people’s opinions. If you have played Eureka and had a party split where some players left the room or otherwise excused themselves, how did it go?

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i-cant-cast-that-yet · 3 months ago

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Listen, I had a whole diatribe typed out train of thought style on aroace shen yuan, but I miss clicked somewhere and now it's gone but while I'm too tired to rewrite it all I'll give yall the spark notes.

Please keep in mind, this is mostly based on my specific experiences with being aroace-- as I myself am, and also me hard-core projecting. If this comes off as strange, it's because I'm a little strange myself. Also this probably makes no fucking sense so good luck.

Aroace Shen Yuan:

He's aware of PIDW Binghe being archetypically "hot," but doesn't personally get the appeal. He's seen the fanart, he's read through the copious amounts of papapa in the novel, he's aware that Binghe is suave n sexy n mysterious and that on paper he's supposed to be a chick magnet, but naturally shen yuan is straight so He's not into it obviously.

And you know what? I really do believe that pre-transmigration shen yuan wasn't actually attracted to fictional binghe. Not even in a parasocial or subconscious way. He was, however, definitely obsessed with his blorbo. It was about his deep fascination with the specific trope inversion binghe represented. It's the one thing that kept shen yuan engaged when the novel gradually took a nosedive beyond anything resembling a self-respecting internal narrative and fell face first into weekly updates of binghe's conquests and escapades. It's about how much shen yuan loved to read about binghe having to use his wits to overcome his obstacles when his early life disadvantages came to rear their heads and keep him from blasting through all obstacles. His weaknesses eventually made him strong, and even though that plot point was likely the first to disappear with the in-world discovery of xin mo, the promise that binghe might retain that level of intrigue kept him worth slogging through the rest of the novel.

That, and the longer the story goes on, the more tragic binghe's narrative becomes and the more protective shen yuan feels; the more righteous indignation the narrative evokes in him. Binghe is disrespected by the very text he's borne from in the perversion of his original wants. Binghe wants a home, love, stability, respect from his peers, and most importantly, he wants security and the apologies he was denied as a young boy. As the story goes on, these desires are given solutions that don't address the root causes via endless harem drama. This is likely because of xin mo exacerbating binghe's insecurities and amplifying his need for dual cultivation to manage his own unstable meridians, but for an ace shen yuan, this reliance on not only sex but meaningless sex with wives who because of circumstances outside of anyone's control cannot truly give binghe any of the emotional consolation he needs to work past his own issues, must have been infuriating. Add on the layer of vague disgust at having to be essentially coerced by an evil sword to rely on sexual encounters for both your physical wellbeing via cultivation, but also as a thinly veiled imitation of a coping method for binghe's complete lack of control over his childhood circumstances, and then to watch those real issues get chopped up into monster of the week papapa with whatever new fetish bait wife airplane has cooked up for the masses? I'd go fuckin bonkers too, man.

All of this to say, I think when shen yuan dies and ends up as shen qingqiu and then meets young binghe, he's probably intensely second-hand guilty alongside his terror and confusion. This is his Little Guy, his Big Terrible Dude, all wrapped up into a doe eyed, bruised little boy that he's supposed to bully now under threat of death. This is the little boy with so much kindness in his heart and so many more reasons to hate instead. This boy hasn't chosen hatred yet, but now shen yuan has to play his part in incubating that choice towards anger and self destruction and there's nothing he can really do about it.

He tries, of course, because shen yuan isn't going to let some nebulous system strong-arm him into abusing a child, even if in the end he can't avoid the truest of damning events in the endless abyss, he tries because he can't stomach letting this boy hurt more than fate is bound to force him to hurt himself.

But I'm losing sight of the point here. Back to the aroace funny bit.

I think that within the text of the canon svsss novel, we have enough textual evidence to safely call shen yuan demi. Yes, that man is deeply repressed, but something about his specific flavor of fond, resigned acceptance to binghe's actions post canon in relation to their marital bed n whatnot, I think he's attracted to binghe, but I don't think he's like...*attracted* attracted. This is where the grey area really begins. There's a sort of attraction that as an ace person I like, conceptually experience. The idea of having someone being like, handsome and having big muscles, and being into you, etc, that's all well and good in a vacuum, but in reality? Rather not.

I'd like to posit the idea of shen yuan being eventually comfortable trying to open up both to himself and to binghe largely because for the longest time, shen yuan still has the internal feeling that nothing in this world is real.

That binghe is still, at his core, fictional.

Idk about yall, but attraction to fictional characters is so much more palatable than attraction to a real individual. Mind you, I am actively aroace, and I've never dated in my 23 years alive, so this is real projection hours, but I digress, I myself have had a handful of crushes in my runtime that I've never bothered to act on out of pure disinterest in the act of romantic or emotional connection with others.

When you can't see yourself wanting to engage with the full complexity of another person on such an intimate level, either emotionally or physically, but you still feel deeply attached to them on a level bordering obsession, its...disconcerting to say the least. I feel like if shen yuan cared so deeply for binghe, would put up with his clingyness and his antics and his possessiveness, but never fully saw him as real? It'd be devastating if binghe even found out, and shen yuan really doesn't want to hurt him, but he can't manufacture a feeling where it doesn't exist. He's devoted to binghe, he enjoys making binghe happy, he wants to be with binghe, but he knows he isn't feeling the way his wives were written to feel about binghe and that makes him worry.

Sure, he feels 'a frission of heat' or whatever bs airplane had yapped about occassionally, and binghe's muscles do indeed 'bulge provocatively' quite often, but it's not the same, dammit. He loves binghe, but he's not quite sure he's in love with being in love. He's attracted to binghe, but none of the tropes he's been pushed into by the system have done anything but make him roll his eyes and sidestep whatever papapa plot line he's stumbled into.

And just maybe, it all makes him feel like he doesn't actually love binghe, and that he's been lying to him all over again. That he's doing exactly what shen yuan tells himself he was forced to do against his will, and that he's chosen to hurt binghe this way.

What shen yuan doesn't understand is that binghe realized a long ass time ago that his shizun isn't a very romantic person, but he is nothing but caring. That his shizun may not be a typical lover, but that couldn't matter less in binghe's eyes because shen qingqiu is choosing to keep binghe around even when it so clearly goes against what feels natural to the other man because he simply wants to have him around.

There's a lot to be said around the idea of "ace people can still love," and how it leaves a bad taste in my mouth as a predominantly aromantic individual, but that's neither here nor there, but I think there's something even more impactful to be spoken about people who can't, don't, or won't love in a "normal" or "typical" fashion, but who still choose to hold space for another in their life. For those who find themselves in love with someone who can't quite love them back "properly," but who yearn so strongly that they take what they can get. For those who don't need flowers and declarations of undying love, but a listening ear and a willing companion to spend their days with.

...

Also I think it would drive bingge up the fucking WALL trying to seduce his not-shizun and pulling out all the stops only for literally none of it to work lmao.

Anyway I'm gonna go rot in a corner at work now, lmk if I should like, elaborate further on anything or delete this haha

#shen yuan #svsss #bingyuan #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #theres a reason i dont do this much #thinking thru a full thought is hard guys i get distracted lol

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alicia-18 · 1 month ago

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Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter Four; Very red, very short, very sexy

Did you want to be drunk and getting high that night? No, not particularly. But was you going to be the only one of your friends missing out on a 50 cent party? Of course not. So you treated your raging hangover with alcohol, knowing the pain would subside the more drunk you were. You got ready alone once leaving the studio, deciding to shower and apply makeup first. You didn't go too crazy, having never been great at applying it in the first place but the buzz your bottle of vodka was giving you didn't help. Your hair was easy, considering you just dried it and brushed it, letting it lay however it wanted to. You were far too hungover to try too hard. Plus you knew trying your best would lead to your close friends assuming you were dressing up for a certain blonde rapper.

Taking that into consideration, you went to pull on a random pair of jeans but stopped once you caught sight of a different article of clothing. It was a dress you had bought a few months ago for some party you ended up not attending. It was relatively simple, but the main points were it was very red, very short, and very sexy. Your ever growing intoxication was telling you the red bodycon dress was the better option. It fit you like a glove, showed off all of your assets, and made you feel like the only girl in the world. After all, you hadn't had sex in just over a month, something that was beginning to grate on you. Maybe it was time to have a little fun again, and this dress would definitely give you that.

Your point was proven as soon as you entered the party. You knew 50 would be in his usual spot, and made it your mission to say a quick hello to him before allowing yourself to enjoy the party. That was usually a 5 minute task, but took double that as 4 men stopped you to flirt. You lazily flirted back, promised to find them once you had said hello to the host. You didn't plan on actively seeking any of them out though, determined to enjoy yourself before looking at the men.

Just as you spotted 50, noting he was sat beside Proof and Em who he nudged when he made eye contact with you, another man gently grasped your wrist as you went to walk past. The man was handsome, there was no denying that. He was muscular and tall, with a smile that told you he must have been a player because it would have many girls on their knees immediately.

"You're Y/N right? I've heard a few of your songs." He smirked, taking in your image as he spoke. His voice was deep and buttery, and he definitely knew just how attractive he was. The cockiness he exuded was much more intriguing than the blabbering men you had spoke to before.

"Yeah I am, thank you. What's your name?" You couldn't help but flirt as you twisted a strand of your hair around your finger and looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Josh. I must say it's very nice to meet you. I'd love to get to know you a little more, maybe over a drink?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side playfully. You bit your bottom lip in thought, debating leaving a wave as your hello to the host and dragging the Adonis in front of you to the bar.

"How about I'll meet you at the bar in 5? I just wanna go say some hellos first." You watched as he nodded, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement.

"Of course. I'll look forward to it." He winked before releasing the light grip he had on your wrist and left you on your own. You hadn't realised how much heat had rushed to your cheeks until he was gone and your face was left burning. A little chuckle left your lips as you shook your head and pressed the back of your hand to the hot skin of your face. Whilst doing this, you looked back over to 50 and noticed the grimace he sported. Your brows frowned and you stumbled the short distance to the couch he was sat on with Proof and Em, the former holding the same expression whilst Marshall's expression was eerily blank. Ignoring the cold reception you received — thank you vodka for that — you slunk down onto 50's lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a friendly kiss to his cheek.

"How are you, my favourite host?" You asked pulling back from your hug to look him in the face. He breathed out a short laugh, his eyes flicking to his side but not long enough for you to realise.

"I'm all good. You already drunk Y/N?" He laughed, allowing you to stand when you wanted to. You shrugged down at him, winking playfully.

"What'd you think?" You rolled your eyes, and now turned to Proof who seemed to be holding back laughter. Without thinking about your ridiculously short dress, you bent at the waist to hug Proof. It was a clear sign of just how drunk you were — you always got more touchy when drunk. Friends were hugged, kissed, cuddled. Everyone knew you meant nothing by it, which is why 50 didn't question your choice to briefly sit on his lap. All of you knew it was platonic love you were expressing.

As you bent to hug Proof, you didn't notice yourself flashing the entire party your matching red thong. The person who did notice, however, was Marshall. He grunted as a wave of annoyance flooded him. Em leant over 50 to grasp your wrist a lot tighter then Josh had, the sudden sensation making you jump to your full height again. Instead of letting go, he pulled on your arm and sent you falling onto his lap. Once sat down, he tugged down the bottom of your dress so that the side of your ass wasn't on display for everyone to see.

You couldn't help but just stare at him with wide eyes, taking note of the size of his pupils. You were not dealing with a sober Marshall currently, that was for definite. "Well hello to you too." You chuckled lightheartedly, deciding to give him a brief hug aswell. As you went to stand, he snaked his hand around your waist and tightly squeezed the flesh of your hip. You yelped at the sensation, and stared back at him disbelievingly.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, going to stand again just to be held firmly in place. You expected a smirk to rest on his face, but was instead greeted by his stern expression.

"What am I doing? The fuck are you doing?" He spat out harshly, and chewed onto his gum aggressively. You truly were baffled to his behaviour, and couldn't see what you were doing wrong. This was a party, what was wrong with enjoying that? Or greeting your friends? He wasn't making sense to you, and you made sure to tell him that.

"Just leave it man." 50 tried, nudging Em with his elbow to offer him his blunt, a futile attempt to calm his growing anger. When he didn't accept, you did, and took a deep inhale. Whilst exhaling, you smiled and blew it right in his face just to watch his frustration to grow. You didn't love confrontation usually but the way he was staring at you right now sent a shiver down your spine. It was completely wrong to be enjoying this, but when this intoxicated, you couldn't help it.

"You're such a fuckin' bitch sometimes, ya know that?" He spoke with venom, his blown pupils bouncing between both of your eyes. You slapped his chest and scoffed, but made no move to get up.

"I'm a bitch?" You shook your head, your hair swaying around you. "I ain't done fuck all wrong. It ain't my fault you're an angry drunk." You spat before taking another couple puffs of the blunt and handing it back to 50. Marshall rolled his eyes and leant to the side to grasp his bottle of drink. Before he could take a sip, you snatched it from his hands and took a few big gulps, not breaking eye contact with his stormy blue eyes. There was a fire burning behind them, probably brought on by drugs, but you couldn't deny how great your body felt being the main subject to his attention. His eyes hadn't left you since you first arrived to their couch, and that realisation sent a jolt through you.

You passed him back the bottle and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. A sick, twisted part of you enjoyed seeing the way his jaw was clenched, and how his hand possessively grasped your flesh. It was awful, and sober you truly would come to regret this, but the alcohol inside you spurred you on.

You rested your palms on his chest and leant close to his ear, your breath fanning his skin. His hold tightened a fraction, which made your lips tug up into a smirk. "To answer your question of 'what I'm doing'..." you trailed off and leant back, biting your bottom lip softly. His eyes followed the movement, and his tongue darted out to wet his own lips. "What I'm doing is hopefully called Josh. But I'll let you know how that goes." You tapped his chest with a grin, sending him a wink before jumping out of his grasp. His face flushed an angry red as he went to stand after you.

"Like fuck you are—"

"You seem to forget something Marshall. We ain't fucking no more. Why don't you go see Kim?" You scoffed, and walked off before he could respond. You could only imagine the rage you left him in, and the idea of it shouldn't have been as thrilling as it was.

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#marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers #eminem x reader #eminem #early 2000s #slim shady x reader #slim shady #fan fiction

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knoepfl · 6 months ago

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A Taste of Madness

Characters:

Hort

OC: Madeline “Maddie” Hatter (the Mad Hatter’s daughter)

Trigger Warnings: none.

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The cafeteria of the School for Good and Evil was always a chaotic place, filled with the sounds of clattering trays, boisterous laughter, and the occasional shout. Students from both the School for Good and the School for Evil mingled, each side eyeing the other with a mix of curiosity and rivalry.

Today, however, a different kind of chaos caught Hort's attention. He was lounging at his usual table with a few fellow Nevers when he spotted her—Maddie Hatter. She was stacking food on her plate in an impressive tower, completely oblivious to the curious glances from other students.

Maddie was unlike any other Ever. Her hair, a wild tangle of curls, was adorned with mismatched ribbons and a small top hat that tilted precariously to one side. She wore a colorful dress that seemed to defy the traditional Ever style—more whimsical than elegant, with layers of fabric that swirled around her as she moved.

“Look at that,” Hort murmured to his friends, nodding toward her. “Who does she think she is, an art installation?”

His friends laughed, but Hort couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way she piled food onto her plate with glee was mesmerizing; she carefully balanced a cupcake on top of a heaping portion of mashed potatoes, all while humming a catchy tune to herself.

“Maybe we should warn her about gravity,” one of his friends joked.

“No, no! Just look at her! She’s…different,” Hort said, his tone laced with intrigue. He felt a strange pull toward her—something that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This wasn’t just a crush; it was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite understand.

Deciding to abandon his usual shyness, he stood up and walked over to her table, heart pounding with every step. “Hey!” he called out, trying to sound casual. “You, uh, you’ve got quite the food tower there.”

Maddie turned, her bright green eyes lighting up as she looked at him. “It’s a feast for the mad and the hungry!” she declared, gesturing dramatically with her fork. “Care to join my banquet, traveler?”

Hort couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. “I’m not sure my stomach can handle your level of madness, but I’ll give it a shot.”

She smiled, her cheeks dimpled as she motioned for him to sit down. “I’m Maddie Hatter, daughter of the Mad Hatter. And you are?”

“Hort,” he replied, taking a seat across from her. “Just your average Never trying to survive in this wild world.”

Maddie tilted her head, her expression mischievous. “Oh, I don’t know about ‘average.’ You’ve got that wild look in your eye. Do you know what that means?”

“What’s that?” he asked, intrigued.

“It means you’re just as mad as I am!” She took a bite of her cupcake, a dollop of frosting smeared across her cheek. “And that’s a good thing!”

Hort felt a grin spread across his face. “I like the sound of that. Most people think madness is a bad thing, but I guess they just don’t know how to have fun.”

“You get it!” she exclaimed, her excitement infectious. “Most Evers are too busy trying to be perfect, and Nevers? Well, they can be pretty grim. But madness? Madness is freedom!”

He watched as she reached for a slice of pizza, but as she leaned over the table, she accidentally knocked her cupcake tower over. The stack wobbled dangerously before toppling to the side, frosting and food scattering everywhere.

Hort burst into laughter, unable to help himself. “Well, that’s one way to make a statement!”

Maddie’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer to him, her voice conspiratorial. “I’d say it’s an abstract expression of the chaotic nature of life. Or, you know, I just really wanted that pizza.”

“Definitely an abstract expression,” he teased, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest. “So, do you always create culinary masterpieces in the cafeteria?”

“Only on days that end with ‘y’,” she replied with a wink. “But if you want a real masterpiece, you should see what I can do with a teapot.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, leaning in with a playful smirk.

“Absolutely! Next time, I’ll bring my best teapot and we’ll see who can make the craziest creation!”

Their laughter filled the air, drawing curious glances from nearby tables. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. It felt good to connect with someone who embraced the madness of life just like he did.

As they shared more food and stories, Hort realized he was no longer just a part of the crowd. In Maddie’s presence, he felt seen—cherished even—and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel free.

“Here’s to madness and culinary disasters!” he toasted, raising an imaginary glass.

“To madness!” Maddie cheered, her laughter ringing like music.

The rest of the world faded away as they enjoyed their meal, and in that chaotic cafeteria, two souls found a little bit of magic in each other.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this whimsical meeting between Hort and Maddie! It was fun to explore their dynamic and the quirky atmosphere of The School for Good and Evil. If you have any other ideas or requests, feel free to share!

#the school for good and evil #Oc #The School of good and evil x oc #The School of good and evil x reader #The School of good and evil x you #Hort × Reader #Hort x you #Hort x oc #Mad Hatter daughter #fanfic #fanfiction

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i-might-be-a-simp · 2 years ago

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I need your opinion, do you think Ron knew that Cale was no longer the same person?

I was stalking the fandom (as usual) and I saw a comment, by who I assume to be a new reader, wondering how Ron would react finding out Cale was actually KRS, that the child he watched grow wasn't actually the man he believes and it made me think a bit.

When I read tcf the first time, one of the things I was most curious about was all the odd looks Cale got in the first few chapters, and my biggest question was, surely a very sharp and experienced assassin who knew the know-hows of blending into different crowds would have immediately noticed that "Young master" was no longer the same person.

I'm sure you caught this too when reading, but there were many moments when Ron's expression turned odd after Cale did or said something.

Ron the whole first chapter:

It starts by something he dismisses, such as Cale waking up immediately after Ron calls out to him, on the very first attempt. But as the chapter progresses, Ron gets more and more intrigued.

He notices how Cale says thanks after he receives water and when servants dress him. Along with his other odd actions, asking the date, repeating his own name, asking to go to the study, not breaking things etc.

And then finally, Ron gives him the ultimate test, the lemon tea. I think this was his way of confirming that Cale had changed. It proved to me Ron was definitely onto something.

Now this is where I need your opinion. From my interpretation of Ron's character, yes he "loved" ogCale or held at least a bit of affection for him. Let me pull up some receipts:

^(sorry for light mode)

Although Ron treated him like his grandson he did not think Cale had a soft spot for him nor that he treated him like a person and never really took much interest in him aside from his duties.

And while I was doing a deep-dive I went on the wiki and saw this.

So Ron saw ogCale, his situation and therefore pitied him, yet he thought of him as a helpless impertinent puppy, which is why he did not have much issue with following Beacrox who wished to leave with Choi Han in BOAH. But only after Cale changed is when he begin to be interested.

Now the question is, was the lemon tea experiment he did, just to test whether Cale had become aware of Ron's true identity, or was it to confirm Cale was a changed person entirely???

Personally I think it was both, and that Ron was aware from the very beginning. However this is where I am conflicted, because the idea of Ron watching that small boy become so big and smart is so satisfying to me, because the author wanted to paint this as a "cale finally stopped pretending to be a dumb oblivious trash and started to take matters into his hand" like it was all a plan cale had to hide his powers and get stronger in secret while acting unsuspecting. This is what the public believes and it sounds very cool but... hmm I wish we got a chapter focusing more on Ron's feelings.

Like I am aware he loves Cale very much and especially after getting the new arm he started to feel a sense of loyalty for Cale he didn't have before but the fact that he was one of the few people og Cale was very close with since he was very young, the fact that a whole new person was in the body is kind of not addressed in its full concept, this transition from no interest to loyalty was also a transition from og cale to krs cale so I wish we got more on it.

Thanks for reading my ramble. I love them.

#trash of the count's family #tcf #cale henituse #lcf #lout of count’s family #ron molan

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starlordcumidk · 10 months ago

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New Kind of Love

~prologue~

word count: 1.1k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song. theres a playlist currently in the works for this that will be posted at the end of every chapter once it's created. thank you for supporting me and my work. hope you enjoy <33

warnings: mentions of spiders and brief mention of cannibalistic behaviors of spiders.

Thurs. May 9th, 2024

The air felt wet as you opened your window, looking at the ESU campus from the second floor of Siebert hall. Your dorm room was infested with your neighbors latest light up session, and you just needed the fresh air.

The semester was so close to ending, and you were glad to be so close to going home. In truth, you wasted no time tonight, cleaning and packing your things even if you didn’t leave for three more days. You were just excited to go home again.

May had brought more greenery and activity back to New York, spring pulling out its prettiest florals and faunas. From your dorm window, you only got the sight of the court-yard, which had very little floral bushes and a tall sycamore in the middle. However, the view was perfect for people watching.

There were multiple break-ups, gossip sessions, love-at-first-sight’s and study sessions you’d witnessed through the year. A small part of you hoped you’d be lucky enough to get a room like this again next year.

As you looked at the shubbery and through humidity you noticed a guy standing in the grass patch that broke the brick flooring of the courtyard, gently touching the leaves of the tree that sat there. He was taller, had pretty brown hair and was wearing what seemed to be a university hoodie.

The tree he was next to was notorious for harboring the spiders that loved to sneak their way into the dorms. The image of the little beasts made your stomach turn, thinking about being that close to one of those stupid things worsened it. But he reached out, grabbing one of them.

The grimace in your face was apparent but you were intrigued now, the small fuzzy thing crawling all over his hand. Something in you wanted to get a closer look, your glasses slipping down your nose a bit as you lean out. He looked so… focused, almost as if he was studying the way it moved. For some reason, you couldn’t look away.

After a good ten or fifteen minutes of staring out, observing the weird spider-guy, your glasses lip enough that they fall off your nose. You gasp, reaching to try and grab them but there’s a small thump on the grass. With furrowed brows, he turns his head and looks right at you, then down towards the ground. Quickly you straighten your back and take a step away from the window, you were definitely caught.

“You good?” The voice is smooth and distant, seeping into your room from the courtyard. Fuck, you didn’t want to answer that. You didn’t want to talk to him at all.

“Yep.” Is the best you could muster.

“You uh… dropped something.” The voice was closer now. There was a beat before he spoke up again. “Do you want me to throw them up to you?”

“No. That’s stupid?” Shit, that sounded too mean. “I mean- I’ll just come grab them.”

There was no reply, so you assumed he had left. With a slight reluctance, you carry yourself into the elevator, pressing the ground floor’s button and wishing you hadn’t been so captivated by his stupid hair or the way he held those stupid spiders.

Before you could dwell on it too hard, the doors swung open and you were met with the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen on a person. It took a minute to register, but the doe-eyed person in front of you was definitely the same guy with the sycamore tree and spider. But this close, you could see small specks of blonde dusting the tips of his wavy hair. Upon further inspection, the hoodie he was wearing was of the biggest frat on campus, Phi Kappa Nu.

“Hey! You dropped your glasses right?” He said it with a smile before reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out the familiar frame. “They broke a little but here. I was gonna try and bring them up for you.”

“You don’t know my dorm number.” It came out harsh but you meant it, grabbing the frame from his hand and looking them over.

“Oh, I counted the windows.” A nonchalant shrug and his smile fading a bit follow his words before he takes a step back.

“That’s totally not creepy.” Your brows were furrowed, glancing up at him for a second before back down at your frames. There was a lens missing and you felt your body recoil at the thought of having to find it in that tall ass grass. With a few steps, you pushed past him, the smell of warm honey and pine trees enveloping your nose.

“Well, maybe. But you started it.” He said it gently, walking a few steps behind you. “I recall you watching me from your window.”

You shoot a glare back at him before kneeling in the grass, your hand gently pushing different spots aside. “You say that but I wouldn’t have been if you weren’t playing with fucking arachnids.”

“I wasn’t playing with them.” Spider-guy shrugged with a small laugh. “I was just getting a closer look. You know, they have some pretty cool attributes, the ones here are brown recluses. They cannibalise eachother and have a really bad bite.”

There's no way to stop the eyeroll you do as you keep digging for the missing lens, sighing internally at the fact you were stupid enough to drop your only pair of glasses from almost 20 feet in the air. “Wow. Fascinating, thanks for that awful image, spider-guy.”

“I prefer Peter, but you’re welcome.” Peter says before leaning over your hunched body and pointing at a spot just left of where you’re looking. And there's the missing lens.

“Okay, Peter, I have to go finish packing my dorm.” You swiftly grab the lens and look over the different pieces of your glasses, puzzling them back together in your mind. After a moment, you just start to walk back towards the elevator, not really wanting to look back at him.

“Wait- hey, no thank you?” He called after you, but you just kept walking, not really wanting to talk to him anymore. “No introduction?” He said a little louder, hoping you’d hear him as you turned to go into the elevator.

You looked back once, seeing an amused expression at you. God you hated this, to you he was some frat boy and he was finding pleasure in your shortcomings. There was slight anger bubbling in your chest as you looked over at him before smashing the button to call the elevator.

The doors opened and before stepping in, you gave him a purposefully pained smile. There was no need for introductions or thank you’s, from this moment on you were back to strangers. The summer was starting and you’d both forget eachother by fall anyways. So you click the button to go back to your dorm.

#x reader #fanfic #peter parker x reader #frat!peter #spiderman #peter parker is so a nerd

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nabi-unveiled · 2 months ago

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I was so intrigued by the banner for Make Up With Mud that I didn't even bother reading the description before starting episode 1.

I have a love/hate relationship with make-up. I LOVE how make-up looks and how I feel when wearing it, but I often dislike the actual feel of make-up itself and the commentary it invites. I'm very slow at putting it on. That's time that could go to other things. Most of the time, it doesn't feel worth it to me. I tend to save it for Halloween or special events. I absolutely love shows that get into makeup or fashion though.

We start with our lead discussing how "the me with makeup on is filthy". I'm immediately having When It Rains swamp flashbacks. This feels like it's going to explore personal desires and identity. I'm always here for that. Plus, that shot is a vibe.

The boyfriend is a controlling bastard complete with villain music. The music is so on the nose that it's comical to me. Not subtle at all. We're not even going to try to pretend this man is good. Got it. I'm not even sure I'd count her lipstick as red in this scene (which was apparently the issue).

Enter our...second lead? Maybe. It's at this point that I know I will be watching this show until the end no matter what crimes it commits. This is Princess Jellyfish vibes. That's pure nostalgia for me. I learned so much about myself watching that show/reading that manga.

However, I also have no idea how I'm going to tag this post to get it to the right people. Hmm. 🤔 Anyways, is Eve (our crossdresser) a romantic second lead? It's definitely possible given this info. This could also turn out to be a self-love story though.

Our meek mouse lead inadvertently asks for a makeup lesson from Eve. And, I mean....I get what they're going for in terms of message. But ideally it would be both. For example, there are a lot of clothes I absolutely love that I wouldn't wear. They don't suit my body or my lifestyle. I do appreciate the thought though.

Oof. That feels personal for me. It's not so much that I "worry" about it, but I do get why our meek mouse cares.

Nope. Villain music already told us that isn't going to happen. A girl can dream though, right?

Yeah, me too. This show hasn't been exactly A grade on the production/technical side so I appreciate the glowy haze here to depict her happiness.

But yeah, knew he wasn't going to like it. Our meek mouse feels instantly defeated. I feel for her. I know that feeling. It was over a dress, not make-up - but the principal is the same. It sucks when your partner rains on your parade.

Seriously? I didn't mean literal rain! The show really isn't making ANY effort for us to like or understand this man. He's a paper-thin caricature of a manipulator at this point. Coming off of Fujisawa in When It Rains and Jae-min in Secret Relationships, this guy is laughable. He's so obvious that the only reason our lead is staying is that she's a true meek mouse character. Also paper-thin. For the record, I don't mind meek mice characters. I think there's space for all types in dramaland.

Yeah, there's no subtlety here. Which...ehh. I do prefer my villains a little more nuanced.

He's exhibiting classic abuser signals, but our meek mouse is swayed. He says he'll marry her after all. He's a lawyer. It's everything society says she should want in life.

We're hammering in on the "purity" vs. personal desires theme. It's very to the point. Villain music is extremely obvious.

But I am still vibing, because ....

Eve is amazing. Or at least Eve's fit is amazing 😍.

Eve's getting passionate and spitting out facts.

Have I mentioned how much I love this fit? This sweater tank top alone is enough to make me watch this show.

I love Eve. Everyone needs an Eve in their life. Man is speaking facts. That said....this dialogue has NO nuance. It's not giving me anything to dig into, because it's so obvious. Unless I wanted to self-reflect, but that's dangerous territory. 😬

Eve invites our lead (Miku) to the flea market where they'll be running a booth.

Miku invites our paper villain, but he declines. Not shocking. He also instructs Miku to not go and just stay home. Also not shocking.

At least our meek mouse is recognizing her feelings to some degree.

Which is probably why she goes to the flea market. Even a meek mouse has moments of disobedience. Especially if their desires are being consistently ignored.

Eve serves in another great fit. I LOVE their earrings.

Eve is taking meek mouse to explore the world of style. Trying to decide if Eve has ulterior motives 😘. Seems very likely given the narrative and music cues. Eve is the only character so far that may have hidden depths.

Meek Mouse, I understand. Well, for me it's self-denial rather than self-deprecation. But still ... trouble is a hassle. That said - your man is no bueno. This might be the first line in the show that I think has some analysis value. It's a "habit" and bad habits are hard to break.

Yep. Eve appreciates good sweaters.

And look who decided to show up to the flea market. Paper villain isn't pleased with his meek mouse, and he's storming off to see Eve. The music and editing just makes me laugh 😂. It's so very direct.

At the end of episode 1, I'm vibing. It's a bit too direct and over the head with all of its themes so far. But, I'll forgive everything for Eve at this point.

This was a fun lunch break distraction if nothing else.

#we'll see where this goes #there is no subtlety #but that's ok sometimes #it's good for a brain-off distraction #make up with mud #japanese drama #crossdressing character

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natlacentral · 1 year ago

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Digital Cover: Dallas Liu

As a young actor in the entertainment industry, what inspired you to pursue acting, and how has your journey evolved since your debut?

My inspiration to pursue acting came from my time doing martial arts when I was a kid. Many of the martial artists I knew would pursue a career in stunts after their time in the competition world. A very small number of them would decide to pursue acting though. With my family’s support, I dove into acting without any hesitation because I felt I had nothing to lose as a kid. The biggest question I had for myself was, “Why not?” My journey has always been an uphill battle. After all, the entertainment industry will always be one of extreme difficulty. I will say that since my debut, the most important lesson I’ve learned is to not get upset and be too hard on myself over whatever I cannot control. As long as I’ve prepared myself in the best way possible and given my full effort in it all, I am able to somewhat relax a little bit. My journey has felt smoother since I’ve adopted that mindset.

You've taken on a variety of roles throughout your career. Is there a particular character or project that challenged you the most, and how did it impact your growth as an actor?

I would have to say Prince Zuko has definitely challenged me the most, because it was certainly the furthest I’ve been pushed to in terms of my emotional range on camera. The amount of time spent working on this project was also the longest in my career. I came out of the project an entirely different person. This role has made me a significantly better actor in so many different ways.

Could you provide some insights into the storyline of Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender without revealing any spoilers, and what makes this series unique?

As far as plot goes, we are certainly remaining faithful to the original storyline of the animated series, however, we do have some differences in our show that will hopefully give us a separate identity, especially for the people watching who are fans of the animated series. I think what makes this story unique is our storytelling. I feel that viewers will really fall in love with the characters, the plots, and the entire world of Avatar: The Last Airbender because of our wonderful writers.

Could you share any behind-the-scenes anecdotes or memorable experiences from Netflix series Avatar: The Last Airbender or previous project that fans might find intriguing?

On set, Paul Sun-Hyung Lee (who plays Uncle Iroh) looked after me the way Uncle Iroh looked after Zuko. He was always there for me no matter what.

In Netflix Avatar: The Last Airbender; what are the differences and/or similarities between you and your character Zuko? Please elaborate.

When it comes to something that Zuko and I are chasing in life, I think we are quite similar. We share the same amount of fiery passion, and in a way, we become quite obsessive of whatever it may be that we are trying to achieve. Zuko will do whatever it takes to get what he wants just like how I dedicate all my time and energy to a project that I’m working on. The most obvious difference between the two of us is that I am clearly the better firebender.

How do you approach character preparation and development, especially when taking on roles that may be vastly different from your own personality?

I dedicate all my time and energy to every role regardless of how different they might be from my own personality because I want to give 100% in all the roles that I take on.

Are there any specific genres or types of roles you aspire to explore in the future that you haven't had the chance to take on yet?

I’m open to anything and everything. Because I’m still at a very early point in my career and life, I want to do it all!

How do you balance the demands of your career with personal life and self-care, especially considering the fast-paced nature of the entertainment industry?

The time spent with my family and friends balances it all out for me. Whether it’s going out to dinner with them, watching movies, or simply hanging out at home, I am always happiest with them.

You are also known to be trained in martial arts. What sparked your interest in martial arts, and how does it complement your career in acting?

I had always enjoyed watching action TV shows and films when I was younger, so my parents had decided to put me in it knowing that it would make me happy. Throughout my career I’ve noticed a few similarities between acting and martial arts. In martial arts, you start off with choosing a specific style that you want to study and apply the techniques that you learn from it. However, the use of those techniques will vary depending on how that person incorporates themselves into it, and how they adapt to each situation, really making it individualized. Similarly, in acting, you will learn various methods and techniques and apply them to the scenes you are given. And within each character, there will always lie part of your true self. When acting out those scenes, actors infuse them with their personal life experiences as well. Just how an experienced martial artist will react differently in each situation.

What advice would you give to aspiring actors looking to establish themselves in the industry based on your own experiences and lessons learned?

Remain strong! Don’t worry about what others are doing or working on. At the end of the day, there is only so much you can control. Therefore, always give it your best effort no matter the character, scene, or project.

How does culture representation and involvement in community inspire you personally and professionally?

Through hope and love. Whether it is in my personal life or my career, I’m constantly motivated to improve myself as a human being.

Who is your inspiration and why?

My parents. They’ve sacrificed everything for me and given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a hard time understanding how they did it, but all I could come up with was love. The way my parents love my brother and I is unconditional and incomprehensible. I aspire to be like them every day.

Name 3 actors that you would like to work with and why?

The actor that I want to work with the most is William Dafoe. I could give a number of reasons explaining why I love him so much, but more than anything I would just like to learn from him and work alongside him. His wide range of work and different characters is what inspires me the most. Whenever I watch him on screen, it never feels like I’m watching William Dafoe play a character, rather it feels like he really is that character. He fully immerses himself into every moment. I find it to be extremely impressive and entertaining.

Can you share any insights or hints about your upcoming projects or roles in 2024 (besides Avatar: The Last Airbender) that your fans can look forward to?

I enjoy acting and I’m open to anything when it comes to roles and projects, so, all I can say is, 2024 is going to be an awesome year! GR8T

#natla #atla #dallas liu #photoshoot #interview #gr8 magazine #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar netflix #atla netflix

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phr3ia · 10 months ago

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I Got Isekai'd Into A World Where I'm Just The Side Character (Wuthering Waves x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 3 : Acceptance]

"Hey, you ready to go?" Rover asked as he entered the lab. "So, that was Mortefi?" you asked, to which he nodded in response. "He seems like a reasonable guy." you remarked, rising from the examination table.

"Indeed he is." Rover agreed.

Mortefi and Baizhi briefed Rover on your situation and even shared their theory with him. This information was only disclosed to the Magistrate and Rover, as your case was unique and they couldn't risk compromising it.

"By the way, the Magistrate wanted to see you."

"Ma----who?" You furrowed your brows in confusion as you didn't understand what he had just said.

"The Magistrate." he said again. "She rules over the city." Rover elaborated, leading you out of the Huaxu Academy.

"So, she's like the Mayor of Jinzhou?" you joked, trying to lighten the air.

Rover gave a small chuckle. "In a sense, yes. She's a respected figure in the city."

"Over here!" Chixia exclaimed, waving to you and Rover. Yangyang and her were waiting for both of you right at the exit. "So, we heard from Baizhi that the Magistrate wanted to see her!" Chixia said with an excited look on her face.

"Yes, the Magistrate wanted to meet her right away." Rover replied.

"Okay then! Yangyang and I will head over to Ms. Panhua's restaurant to order something for dinner. We'll wait for you guys there." Chixia beamed as she tugged Yangyang along with her.

"Is she always that cheerful?" You asked, wondering where she's getting all that energy from.

"She has her moments when she's serious, but for the most part, she keeps things lighthearted." He said, his eyes following their departure for a brief moment.

As the two of you walked toward the Magistrate's office, Rover began to share his story. "And about the Magistrate, she takes care of the city and its citizens. She took me in when I first arrived in Jinzhou without any memories of where I came from." Rover confided in you, looking straight ahead as he explained. "That was months ago, and I still can't remember who I was before."

You can see the yearning in Rover's eyes, as if there is a huge part of him that is missing.

"Hey, let's not give up, okay? We'll do this together, one step at a time." you cheered him up, empathizing with what he's going through. It's overwhelming to live in a place where you know nothing about. The anxiety and uncertainties were definitely feelings that Rover experienced as well.

"Thank You, Y/N" Rover nodded gratefully, a small smile forming on his lips.

As you reached the Magistrate's chambers, A voice called from within, inviting you to enter. You took a deep breath as the guards opened the door for you and Rover.

"Don't worry. She's a good person." He assured you.

The Magistrate's office was grand, yet comfortable, filled with a sense of warmth. The Magistrate sat behind her desk, her features striking as she stood up and welcomed you both with open arms.

"Welcome, Y/N. Mortefi and Rover has told me about your unique situation. Please, take a seat. You too, Rover." She gestured to the chairs in front of her, a warm smile on her face. "Now, I am sure you have a lot of questions."

You nodded, greeting her back. "It's nice to meet you, Madam Magistrate."

Rover watched you closely, his expression unreadable, as the Magistrate began to delve deeper into your situation.

She began telling you things about ancient beings from the past that you couldn't quite understand. Although she couldn't confirm whether Mortefi's theories were correct, she told you it was the only explanation that made sense at the moment.

However, she also made it clear to you that you weren't dreaming at all.

Upon listening to her, you suddenly exclaimed, "WAIT?! SO YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I JUST GOT ISEKAI'D?!!? THE SHIT IS REAL?!" your sudden outburst startled The Magistrate and Rover.

Jinhsi raised an eyebrow, her expression intrigued. "Isekai'd'? Do enlighten us on what that means."

Rover looked confused, his gaze flickering between the Magistrate and you.

You sighed, knowing that you had to explain this. "Isekai literally means 'another world'. In the context of anime and manga, it's when a person is transported to another world." You elaborated, hoping it was clear enough.

Rover scratched the back of his head, still trying to catch up.

Jinhsi shook her head, calling you peculiar, but in a playful manner. "Well, that's an interesting way to describe it."

You immediately realized that they didn't understand what you were talking about, which made you sigh.

"We'll have Mortefi conduct a series of tests and see if he can shed more light on your condition. And in the meantime, you'll be staying in the city. If you need anything, feel free to come to me or Rover here." She assured you, glancing at Rover.

"Thank you, Magistrate." You acknowledged her offer, your eyes flickering to Rover as well. After thanking Jinhsi for her time and hospitality, Rover escorted you back outside the chambers.

"The Magistrate arranged for you to stay at the inn where I'm currently staying. It's located in the center of Jinzhou. You'll be given a room right next to mine. It's safer that way, and I can help you get acquainted with the city." He explained as you both headed towards Ms. Panhua's Restaurant.

You nodded, acknowledging his words. "Thanks. Everything's been a bit overwhelming, so I appreciate the company and the arrangements."

As the two of you arrived at the restaurant, the cheerful cries of Yangyang and Chixia could be heard before you even stepped inside. "We've already ordered enough for everyone!" Chixia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with joy as she saw you and Rover approaching them.

They were quick to fill you in on details about the city and its inhabitants, which you eagerly listened to. Despite your initial confusion and disbelief, you found yourself slowly accepting this new reality, embracing the company and the warmth that this new group of people offered.

Once you finished your meal, you said your goodbyes to Yangyang and Chixia, promising to meet them again in the next few days.

"Y/N, if you ever need someone to talk to, feel free to approach me. I know this whole situation is overwhelming, and it can be lonely sometimes." Rover spoke sincerely, his eyes meeting yours briefly. "You don't have to bear this alone."

You gave him a small smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Rover. That means a lot to me."

He nodded, leading you to the inn.

[2nd floor of the Inn]

"This is your room. If you need anything, you can find me next door. Don't forget to knock though, unless you want to walk in on me while I'm changing or something." He joked lightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he flashed a quick smile.

"Got it." You chuckled.

Rover paused for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob. "Well, goodnight, Y/N. And welcome to Jinzhou."

"Goodnight, Rover."

As you settled into your new room, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, you were still trying to wrap your head around the idea of being in a different world. On the other hand, you felt a growing comfort and familiarity with this strange new place, thanks to the friendly faces that had welcomed you.

Closing the door to your room, you leaned against it and sighed, allowing yourself to let go of the day's events. But as you did so, your thoughts returned to your previous life. The nagging feeling of unfinished business with the men who abused you weighed heavily on your heart, and your resolve to uncover the truth behind your situation only strengthened.

With that in mind, you vowed to make the most of this new life, to find answers, and to make things right - for yourself, for justice, and for the world you left behind.

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End of Chapter 3 🥀...

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#wuthering waves #wuwa #wuwa jiyan #wuwa fanfic #wuwa romance #fanfiction #wuwa smut #tacet discords #wuwa x reader #wuwa calcharo #wuwa x you #wuwa x male rover

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Why do you love JJ so much? I'm not complaining, I love your writing and am working my way through all of your Outer Banks fics, but I am curious what exactly makes him a character you can write so much about.

Well, if I didn't write too much, I wouldn't write anything at all.

I mean, I tend to always have a hyperfixation in a fandom, and it is my driving force in the fandom. It's what differentiates just watching a show from joining a fandom for me. A show I can enjoy generically and not really dwell on it. When I'm in a fandom, it's because my brain has latched onto a character and won't let go.

Which is to say, I think part of it is just a mindset. I need a character to fixate on because I need something to preoccupy my imagination. I have a very active inner world -- and a nonstop inner narrative -- so I tend to pick a character and get lost. On average, my fixations last at least one year. Some of them, in the right fandoms, will last much longer. That usually depends on the activity level within fandom and the interactions I have with other fans. The more I'm talking and active within a fandom, the easier it is for me to maintain.

That said -- why JJ.

I'll be honest about how it started because if you've read my work you know what I like. But it was whump. I have a habit (possibly a weird habit??) of randomly looking up whump I haven't seen/read on the internet. So I'll scroll through Youtube and just look for vids with whump. This is how I came across Outer Banks -- and the scene that caught me was JJ going overboard at the end of S2. It was intriguing enough to read up more on the show/character, and finally to watch.

Admittedly, I was a little unsure when I started S1. JJ was a little more abrasive than what I usually like in a character. Essentially, he's a juvenile delinquent, and him going around firing guns and stealing money was not my typical jam. However, the way the show unfurled JJ's storyline in S1 was really pretty compelling. He takes the fall for Pope -- which was a pretty big thing in and of itself, and then you realize he did it knowing that it would earn him a beating -- and you start to really see who JJ is. (Not to mention the horrible anxiety I felt watching him pace in his room while Luke berated him -- and like how you can see him struggling with the negative monologue and how it comes to this near breaking point where he almost shoots him -- and doesn't.)

What sealed it was definitely the hot tub scene for me. He's so wildly out of control and he's being so dumb in that episode -- but then you see the whole fall out, how he wants his dad to be proud of him, how it's literally tearing him apart to live like that, and just the complete self destruction he goes through. And the way he tries to be flippant about it? It just about destroyed me.

And then he STOOD UP and the others saw the bruises. And this is why I can't believe the writers were so bad in S4 because that was just an excellent revelation, and the turning point is that good and JJ just falls apart, and we see who he really is -- who he wants to be. He just wants to be with a family -- his friends -- and the line "I just want to do the right thing" is so quintessentially JJ. This is after JJ has made a string of ridiculous mistakes and messed up things badly -- and he just wants to do the right thing. He doesn't even know what that is, and he's trying so hard -- and for what? To end up with nothing?

Ultimately, JJ's desire to hide the things that hurt him most -- to act like the tough guy when he absolutely can't back it up -- is just what does it for me. It's the ideal character to break apart and deconstruct -- and he's a prime candidate for whump. Whump, at its core, is about forcing characters to be vulnerable. And JJ will never be vulnerable unless he's been broken beyond repair -- so inflicting that trope on him just yields the kind of literary catharsis I crave. I like forcing him to be vulnerable -- and I like forcing others to see the layers that he tries so desperately to hide.

And also, I kind of got invested in this idea of him becoming a functional adult. Like in S2 when he tries to break JB out of jail, and he's in the back of the ambulance just like struggling with the fact that he knows he messed up -- is really a hard moment. And the absolute resignation when Kie and Pope rescue him -- that futility of it all. He's a character who literally can't see a future for himself, and I want to give him that future. I want him to see that he deserves it and can have it.

The same is true in S3 when he's all but falling apart while his friends are running around and Kie is trying to kiss him. He's literally trying to survive and he's not in any shape to even think about a relationship, much less one with his dream girl. Because what does he have to offer her? When he doesn't even have food to eat? Seeing JJ struggle with his lack of self worth was important to me -- because again, I thought this idiotic show was going to let him realize it and finally be happy.

Which is also why I can't stand what the show did to him. Like, they set up this narratives for JJ's story -- they had an obvious arc for JJ's character to achieve -- and then they literally did the ONE THING that subverted it. For me, JJ's entire purpose was to live. He was supposed to figure out that he deserved to live.

And the show killed him.

At the hands of his father.

And he didn't get to say goodbye to his family and it meant nothing and WHY DID THE SHOW DO THIS TO JJ -- TO ME. I don't know. But this is why I reject the show and keep JJ, because I have to let him grow up. I have to let him live. I have to give him the future I thought he was going to have. I will write every happy ending I can for him because damn it someone should.

Plus, I'm just a writer by nature. It's just kind of who I am. I mentioned earlier I have nonstop inner narratives. There's always a story unfolding in my head. If I don't write it down, I kind of go insane. This is my creative outlet and like okay maybe I was put on this planet to write ridiculous, bad whump fic. I can live with that.

Also Rudy Pankow is really pretty and I am obsessed with his hair. So there's that, too.

#my asks

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