#i was in a room with like 30 other people and none of them favorited yellow except me

[gaywiththesauce]

i had to attend an icebreaker thing today for my school and I said that my favorite color was yellow and no one had the same opinion?? why is yellow such a hated color? color discourse about to happen

[obsessedwithceleste]

The Cat Chronicles

(Or five times Theodore Nott *accidentally* stole your cat)

Theodore Nott x reader

word count: 5.9k

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1

The first time your cat went missing, you didn’t think entirely too much of it. You knew many of the Hogwarts cats liked to gather behind the herbology greenhouse where a particularly plentiful patch of catnip grew. However, Gladys was never one to miss meal time, and when the time came to 30 minutes after her usual feeding time, you knew something was amiss. With a sigh, you made your way out to your common room where you saw Cho sitting by the fireplace with several other of your class mates.

“Has anyone seen Gladys wandering about? She missed feeding time and I haven’t seen her much today,” you say as you approach the group.

“I haven’t, sorry y/n. We’ll keep a look out for her though,” Cho tells you.

You let out a small sigh of disappointment.

“Thanks Cho,” you say before heading out to wander the halls of the castle, hoping to find your elusive, black cat.

You start out by the greenhouse where you see a whole gaggle of cats, but none with the sleek black coat that identified your furry friend. You then walked around the grounds a bit more with no luck, before moving on to the kitchens where several of the house elves promised to keep an eye out for the small black cat. You even checked several empty class rooms before coming to a stop outside the library. It wouldn’t hurt to check. Twenty minutes later, you were still completely out of luck. Tired and frustrated, you were about to call it a night when a loud chorus of voices turn down the hall. You look to see who it was and find a hoard of Slytherin boys making their way towards you. You recognized them of course, but didn’t exactly know them. What you did know however, was the mop of black fur one of the taller boys in the back of the group was holding.

“Gladys!” You exclaim, rushing towards the group of boys.

Their eyes all turn towards you and at the sound of her name, the fiesty black cat springs from the arms of the boy and runs towards you.

With a large grin of relief, you scoop the cat up into your arms, feeling her light purr as you scratch behind her ears. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you look up to see the group of boys still staring at you and your cat.

“Um, thanks, for finding my cat,” you say awkwardly, squeezing the cat to your chest lightly. The tall, brunette boy who had just been holding your cat only nods silently before turning and walking off, the rest of the group following, except one.

“Hey, sorry about Theo. He means well, really. Man really likes cats, but doesn’t have one of his own, so he sometimes makes friends with cats wandering the halls. We’ve all told him that he should probably stop, ah, borrowing, people’s cats, but he can’t seem to resist. Names Enzo by the way,” the boy says with a friendly smile, extending his hand out.

You take his hand, shaking it cautiously before a smile creeps it’s way onto your face.

“Thank you, Enzo.” You say, hesitating a moment before adding, “You know, Gladys is a picky bitch. Theo must be a pretty okay person if she let him carry her around.” You tell him before disappearing with your cat.

2

The second time your cat went missing, you honestly didn't realize she was missing at all. Theo had found his way down to the kitchens about a week after the original cat incident. That's how he thought of it anyway. The kitchens were one of his favorite places to lurk as not many students knew of the secret entrance behind one particular painting of a fruit bowl. The real attraction that often drew the brunette boy to the hidden sanctuary however, was the constant stream of cats that often visited the house elves who happily offered up dishes of cream and other treats. Plopping himself down on the floor next to a particularly populated bowl of milk, Theo's eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar set of glowing yellow orbs.

"Hello there, Gladys," he said hesitantly, decently sure that was the name called out by the pretty Ravenclaw girl who had stolen the cat from him a few nights ago.

Well, stolen in this case was rather relative, as the cat was technically hers, he supposed. Hearing her name however, the little black cat pranced over, nuzzling her head affectionately against his leg with a soft purr. Picking the sweet creature up into his arms, Theo stroked her soft fur, thinking back to his encounter with her owner, a grimace reaching his face.

He had been a downright bloody idiot. That was for certain. Theo was not usually one to be rendered incompetent by the mere presence of a pretty girl. No. That was meant more for Enzo. Or even Draco sometimes. But never Theodore. In fact, Theo had quite the reputation for his tendency to sleep around which made the idea of his mind completely blanking at the sight of this cat's owner all the more embarrassing. Matteo had made fun of him ruthlessly later that night. What had he said again? Right. Absolutely nothing. Just nodded like a right dunce.

The only solace Theo had gotten from that night was when Enzo pulled him aside quietly and told him what the pretty girl from earlier had said about him. "He must be pretty okay." It was hardly a compliment, but after the fool he'd made of himself, it really was the best Theo could hope for. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Theo once again focused on the little beast snuggling contentedly in his arms, carefully scratching behind the ears, a spot he'd found the cat quite liked.

The sound of the entrance painting swinging open startled Theo; and he honestly wasn't sure if he was elated, or absolutely mortified that the very girl who had been previously plaguing his thoughts was stepping through into the kitchens.

You honestly weren't entirely surprised to see the boy from a few nights ago sitting on the floor, cradling your cat, when you entered the kitchens. After Enzo had admitted to you that the handsome brunette had a soft spot for the castle's feline population, you figured it was only a matter of time until you bumped into him here considering it was a hot spot for the four legged beasts.

"Hello. See you've managed to find my cat again," you say, offering a small smile to the boy in front of you. After your encounter with that particular group of Slytherins, you did a bit of asking around, finding that Theodore Nott, while a bit known for his escapades with the female population, was actually one of the more talented wizards of your year. And one of the more level headed. (But in comparison to Draco and Matteo, you weren't exactly sure how much credit to give him there.)

The boy blinks up at you once before seeming to find his voice.

"She's a sweet little thing," he says finally, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but you.

You cautiously move forward, more worried about spooking the boy in front of you than the cats. Sitting down, you allow a pretty little Siamese kitten to wander into your lap. Gladys hisses with jealousy, but remains snuggled in the arms of the boy.

"She really seems to like you. Bit surprising. She's really not much of a people person," you tell him.

Theo nods at you, an action you found yourself growing familiar with.

"Enzo told me." He replies curtly.

You open your mouth to respond, but don't quite know how, so you let an awkward silence roll over the two of you.

"Well, I find that Gladys is a very good judge of character," you say finally.

Theo lets out a small smile at this, continuing to stroke your cat's soft fur. After that, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with Theodore continuing to shower your cat with affection while you distract the many other felines, crowding the kitchen floor.

"Theo?" you wonder finally, the question burning away at you. The boy looks up, and you find yourself getting lost in the surprisingly soft brown eyes staring back at you. Breaking from the trance with a small shiver, you ask, "If you like cats so much, why don't you have one of your own?"

Theo's eyes immediately fall, and his hand freezes mid pet, much to Gladys' dismay. A pang of guilt washes through you.

"My father isn't much of an animal person," He replies stiffly.

You give him a small nod in response before rising from the floor.

"It's getting pretty late, I should get going," you say softly. "Gladys can find her way back to the tower on her own just fine," you add when you see Theo make no move to release the cat.

Without another word, you move to open the portrait door. You enter the hall with a small smile gracing your lips as you hear his voice quietly as the door closes.

"Thank you, y/n."

He knew your name.

3

The next time Theo met Gladys was much sooner than he expected. He had left the kitchens several hours ago and was now laying in bed. The clock sitting on his bed side now read 1am. The deafening silence was about to finally lull him to sleep when an insistent scratching at the door caused his eyes to fly open. Sitting up, Theo glanced at the door warily before finally deciding to cross the room to find out what was causing the noise.

As soon as the door opened, a black shadow darted through, making a beeline for his bed. How it seemed to know exactly where it was going, Theo had no clue. Making his way silently back to his bed, careful not to wake either of his roommates, Theo was finally able to make out the dark shape of an ever familiar black cat.

"Hi there, principessa," he whispered, gently stroking the cat's ears before crawling into the bed next to it. Gladys seemed to take this as an invitation to curl up in the nook of his arm, and Theo wasn't about to object. The last thought he remembered before drifting off was how nice it would be if Gladys' pretty owner was there too.

"Theo, what the fuck."

Theo woke with a start, to the loud voice of Lorenzo Berkshire ringing out above him. His eyes opened to see the other boy hovering over his bed, a look of shocked confusion apparent on his face.

"Is that y/n's cat?" he asks, leaning down as if to get a closer look at the fluff ball still snuggled in Theo's arms.

"No way," Matteo laughs from the other side of the room. "You stole her cat again? What, is this some sick and twisted new way for you to lure girls into your bed?"

Theo launches a pillow at Matteo's head. He doesn't miss.

"You better go return that thing before y/n starts to worry," Enzo advises, going back to his own side of the room. "And maybe just ask her out while you're at it hmm?" He adds, quickly ducking behind his fourposter before Theo has the chance to send another pillow flying his way.

With a heavy sigh, Theo comes to a stop outside of what he's pretty sure is the Ravenclaw common room. He's about to raise his hand to knock, when the golden eagle head mounted to the door springs to life.

"What gets broken, without being held?" The eagle asks, blinking at him slowly.

Right. Theo knew about this. The most annoying of the common room doors because instead of a password, the bloody door required you to answer a riddle. Theo was about to turn on his heel to leave when he felt a light presence behind him.

"Hello Theo. Hello Gladys." The platinum blonde haired girl said, giving the two of them an airy nod, before turning her attention to the door. "Would it perhaps be, a promise?" she asks.

The door swings open and Theo quickly hurries after the girl, making his way up the staircase. He'd never actually been inside the Ravenclaw common room, and his breath hitched when they reached the top of the stairs. The main room really was magnificent, nothing like the dark, eerie dungeons of the Slytherin common room. Theo eyed the shelves of books lining the wall longingly.

"Her room is just there, up and to the left," the blonde girl he'd followed in says, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Y/n? Her room is just there," the girl repeats, gesturing to a door at the top of another small flight of stairs.

"Oh. thanks," Theo makes out, giving the girl a nod of gratitude.

"Name's Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood." She says whimsically before floating off.

With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, Theo makes his way up the stairs and knocks gently on the door. Gladys lets out a meow of protest. Absolutely nothing could have prepared Theo for what was on the other side of the door. He felt his throat go completely dry as the door swung open and you stood in front of him in what was probably the shortest, skimpiest set of clothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Theo tried not to stare, he really did, but he was only a man. A very weak and smitten man.

"Oh! There you are Gladys. I wondered where you wandered off to last night!" you say looking at your cat and then back up at Theo, and then again at your cat before looking back up at Theo expectantly. "Um. May I have my cat back?"

Theo jolts back to life, realizing he'd been staring and looks at you sheepishly.

"Sorry, don't know how this little one found me. Snuck her way into the Slytherin common room and then into my dorm. Didn't want to leave her in the halls alone, so I let her stay the night," he tells you.

You stare at the boy in shock, realizing that was the longest string of words you'd ever heard out of him.

"Wow Theodore, I'm impressed. I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk. And here I was thinking you were secretly illiterate," you say with a playful grin.

"Please," the boy scoffs. "I'm the picture of eloquence."

Interested in where this sudden burst of confidence that you didn't normally see from him had come from, you take a step back, inviting him into your room. He hesitantly accepts your invitation, bringing Gladys along with him.

"No roommates?" he asks, perching on the edge of your bed as Gladys purrs softly on his lap. At the moment, you found nothing more attractive than this man absolutely pampering your beloved pet.

"Not many Ravenclaw girls in our year, we had the option to share, but most of us opted for solo rooms. Wanted the extra privacy, I suppose," you tell him, leaning on one of the posts at the end of your bed.

Theo nods his head at this.

"I have two roommates," he shares.

"One of them happen to be Enzo Berkshire?"

Theo nods again. "And Matteo. Riddle" he adds.

You cock your head at that with a grin.

"Interesting pairing," you comment, imagining the chaos those two must bring with them.

"It never gets boring," Theo responds.

A moment of silence passes.

"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I hear you're exceptionally talented at potions. And Charms. And everything really." Theo lets out finally.

You raise an eyebrow at the boy, internally screaming.

Trying to keep your cool, you tilt your head, "I hear you are too."

It's like a switch flips inside Theo.

"Well, we're obviously perfect for each other than," He replies easily, a cocky grin beginning to spread across his face. "Meet you in the library tomorrow at 7? And bring the cat."

You let out a laugh as Theo rises from the bed, gently placing Gladys down on the pillow, before going to make his way out of your dorm.

"You only like me for my cat," you joke, shifting to watch as he crosses the room to the door.

"Not just for your cat," he assures you, "I love the outfit, wear it for me more often, hmm?" he says slyly before the door thuds shut behind him.

You look down at your outfit, jaw dropping open and heat rushing to your cheeks.

4

Theo's head was pounding. Music pumped through the Slytherin common room and Theo could barely see through the crowds of people around him as he pushed his way to the circle of sofas occupied by his friends. Collapsing into a spot next to Matteo, the boy offered him another shot of who-knew-what which he quickly knocked back.

"When's that pretty little thing that's been occupying all your time gonna join us at one of our little gathering?" Matteo slurs out, gesturing to the large crowd around them.

Over the past several weeks, you and Theo had grown significantly closer; your first study date quickly becoming a daily occurrence as you found that you each were able to easily keep up with one another. Something about having a partner who was actually able to challenge you was exhilarating. From there, you found yourselves often seeking each other out simply for the sake of good company, Gladys largely increasing the number of these meetings.

"Don't know that Gladys would like it. Cat's aren't supposed to ingest alcohol," Theo responded, not quite drunk enough to fall for his friend's taunting.

Enzo places another shot in his hand, and Theo raises a brow at him, before knocking that one back as well.

"Did you ever ask y/n why in Salazar's name, she choose to name her cat Gladys?" Matteo asks. "If my name were Gladys, I'd being running off constantly too."

Theo thumps Matteo on the back of the head.

"You leave our cat out of this, she ain't do nothin wrong," he says, glaring at his friend.

"So now she's our cat is she?" Enzo asks, a smirk growing on his face. "Didn't know you and y/n were so serious."

"It's our cat damnit! If marrying y/n is what it takes to finally have a cat of my own, so be it," Theo says decidedly.

Enzo snorts at his clearly, very drunk friend. "Careful, or one might think you're only into her for her cat. And not the cunty kind."

Theo scowls at this. "Y/n says that all the time, but have you seen that ass? And the way she mopped the floor with Draco in potions the other day? She's perfect."

"Yeah? Why don't you go tell her that then?" Matteo says, wanting nothing more than to see a drunk Theo try to make his way to Ravenclaw Tower.

"You know what? I will. And I'll pet Gladys too." Theo states. A look of pure, intoxicated determination set on his face.

Lorenzo eyes his friend warily. While not exactly sober himself, he didn’t particularly like the look his friend was giving them.

“Aw c’mon Enz, don’t you try and be the voice of reason now,” Matteo drawls, sensing the hesitation coming from his friend. “Don’t you want to meet the lil thing our beloved Theodore has been obsessing over for weeks now?”

“I’m not obsessing,” Theo snaps, taking a sip straight out of a random bottle he’d picked up from the table.

“Let’s go. I’m gonna steal her cat. For real this time.”

With a wide grin, Matteo jumps up, ready to follow his friend wherever the night took him. With a low groan, Enzo followed suit, knowing that his pair of roommates would need some sort of guidance to prevent them from walking themselves straight of the edge of the astronomy tower.

You didn’t have a lot of expectations for the quiet Friday night that you were spending curled up with a book and your cat. It was late, and after a long and stressful week, the time alone with Gladys was just what you needed to really recharge. You had spent most of your day lounging out on the lawn next to the Black Lake with Theodore, studying with and harassing the boy. A small smile crept onto your face, remembering the way his brown curls had floated about in the soft breeze.

You really hadn’t expected for the two of you to become so close, so quickly, but you weren’t complaining. You’d grown quite fond of the boy, especially once he started opening up a bit more. You’d initially thought that he was a man of very few words, but quickly learned he was in fact very sharp witted and even a bit snarky at times. Time spent with him had easily become your favorite part of the day and was something you were constantly looking forward to.

A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit where you were sitting, Gladys letting out a yowl of protest.

You quickly cross the room and open the door to find a very miffed looking Cho, a frown imbedded on her face.

“Sorry to bother, but could you please come get your boy under control? He’s upsetting the portraits.” She says.

You blink once. Then again.

“Sorry?”

“Your Slytherin fellow? He’s out in the corridor with two of his friends harassing the door,” she explains, turning to lead you down the spiral staircase.

You’re not even halfway down when you begin to hear the voices.

“Who in the bloody hell would want to be in Ravenclaw with this blast-ended skewt ass looking-“

“Matteo you can’t curse out the door.”

“I’ll curse at the bloody door if I want to bloody curse at it.”

You grimace, looking at Cho who looks back with a similarly displeased facial expression.

“Sorry bout them. I’ll take it from here,” you tell her when you reach the bottom.

With a slight nod, she turns to retreat back up the stairs. With a sigh, you push the door open, almost taking out Matteo who had been leaning on it for support.

“Hi amore, fancy seeing you here,” Theo slurs, a grin taking over his face at the sight of you.

Enzo leans against a pillar, face in hands, looking like he wanted to disappear. You could smell the alcohol on all of them.

“Hi Theodore. Are you sober?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“I’m moderately functional,” he replies with a lopsided smile.

“I’m taking that as a no,” you say, glancing worriedly at Matteo who was currently laying spread eagle on the floor. “Let’s get you boys back to your common room.”

“I wouldn’t. Party’s not gonna end any time soon. They’ll just get more hammered and start wandering off again,” Enzo advises, head still in hands. “Like herding hippogriffs with those two.”

“And Theo hasn’t proclaimed his undying love for y/n yet!” Matteo adds.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and Theo glowers at his friend.

“It’s okay Theo, I know he’s drunk,” you say, not certain if you were saying it more to comfort him or yourself.

Theo ignores you however, turning his attention back to the door.

“Let us in, I just want to pet the cat,” he tells the door, swaying ever so slightly.

For Salazar’s sake. Man gets absolutely wasted and just wants to pet your cat. You go to grab onto Theo to steady him, but he has other plans. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Hi,” he mumbles, picking you up just enough that your toes barely touch the ground. “I missed you. Can we see the cat now?”

Not knowing what else to do, you glance helplessly at Enzo.

“Would you be able to get Matteo up the stairs?” You ask.

“I can try. He’s a stubborn bastard though.”

You turn back to the door, knocking once. The eagle once again moves to life, glaring at the scene in front of it.

“If the day before yesterday was the 23rd, what is the day after tomorrow?” It asks crankily.

“We’re too fucking wasted for this bloody bullshit,” Matteo moans from the floor.

You try to ignore Theo’s tight grasp on your waist and Enzo prodding at Matteo with his foot before answering. “The 27th.”

The door swings open and you try your best to haul Theo through, Enzo following closely behind with a very disgruntled Matteo. Dragging the boys up the staircase feels like the most difficult task of your life as you constantly tell Matteo to lower his voice and mind his mouth while also trying to ignore the very minimal distance between yourself and Theodore. When you finally make it to the top, you rush to herd the boys into your room before slamming the door shut behind you with relief. Theo immediately stumbles over to your bed, collapsing face first in the middle and snatching Gladys into his arms.

“No roommates?” Enzo asks, looking around the room and seeing the single empty bed that you had pushed into the corner at the beginning of the year.

“No, thank Rowena. I would not want to have to explain whatever this is.” You reply, motioning to Theo and Matteo who was now wandering about the room.

“Room’s a mess. Coulda at least cleaned up a bit,” he says, poking at the various books and blank scrolls lying about.

“Had I known I would be having guests at,” you glance at the clock, “almost 2 in the morning, I’m sure I would have.” You say dryly.

Retrieving your wand from your desk, you point it at the spare bed. “Engorgio.” The wooden frame creaks as it expands until it can comfortably fit 2 people. You look at Enzo.

“Good luck with that one,” you say, almost feeling sorry for the boy as Matteo flops onto the bed with a groan.

“Looks like you’re gonna need it more than me,” he replies, gesturing to Theo who was out cold, Gladys trapped and bug eyed in his grasp. With a sigh you and Enzo each resign yourselves to your respective charge.

“Theodore,” you whisper, giving the boy a light shove. No sign of life. You give him a slightly harder shove, allowing Gladys is wriggle out of her prison. Frowning, you sit down on the edge of the bed, using most of your body weight to shove Theo to one side of the bed before sliding under the covers. Now deeming it safe, Gladys hops back into the bed, nestling into your arms happily. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel arms snaking around your waste, pulling you into the very warm chest of Theodore Nott. You freeze, holding your breath, not sure if the boy is asleep or not.

“Goodnight mi amore,” he whispers into your neck, causing the hairs to prickle.

Definitely not asleep.

“Goodnight Theodore.”

You hadn’t had any expectations for the night really, but you definitely had not expected to have multiple overnight guests who were trying to steal your cat. And you most certainly did not expect to drift off in the arms of Theodore Nott.

5

The next morning you wake up missing the usual lump of fur weighing down on your chest. Immediately you bolt upright, eyes shooting around for any sign of your furry companion before the events of last night wash over you. Enzo and Matteo are both still out cold and when you look down, your jaw drops open. Theo is fast asleep, back facing you, Gladys snoozing contentedly while cradled in his arms. Even in his sleep this absolute tosser had managed to steal your damn cat.

Careful not to wake the boys, or Gladys, you silently sneak across the room and disappear out the door. Once you’re safely out of hearing distance, you make your way quickly down the kitchens. A little known fact about the Hogwarts house elves was that many had once served in the homes of different wizarding families at one time or another. This meant that many of the elves were all too familiar with the valuable hangover potion that you sought.

Ducking in through the portrait hole, it wasn’t difficult to persuade the elves into handing over 3 glistening blue vials. You had always been kind to them, often chatting with them during your visits with the cats.

Your task complete, you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, taking your time as you didn’t expect the boys to be up any time soon. They really had been plastered. Not even Enzo had been completely sober you recalled.

You’re just passing the entrance to the dungeons when a voice calls out.

“Hey! You!”

You’re ready to continue on your way before noticing that there was no one else in the corridor they could be referring to. You turn to see two girls you recognized as the Greengrass sisters hurrying towards you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” the shorter blonde girl says when they get closer. You’re pretty sure that one is Astoria. “You’re the girl Theo has been seeing right?”

You nod your head cautiously. You knew Theo had a reputation for getting around, so if that’s what this was about, things were about to become quite awkward.

“You haven’t happened to see him or Matteo or Lorenzo, have you?” The other girl, Daphne, asks.

“Draco said he saw the three of them leave the party together last night, but no one saw them come back,” Astoria explains.

You feel yourself immediately relax. Good. At least this was something you could help with.

“You two are lucky you found me then I suppose,” you tell them, gesturing for them to follow. “The three of them tried breaking into Ravenclaw tower last night, so I let them crash in my dorm.”

“Oh Salazar. Were they trying to steal your cat? I’m so sorry. When Matteo gets drunk he has a tendency to try and egg Theo on,” Astoria frets.

You give the girls a strange look. “You know about my cat?” You ask, surprised.

“Oh sure,” Daphne replies. “Whole group does really. Boys came back one night going on about how Theo was just smitten with some Ravenclaw with a cute cat. And I can see why. You’re gorgeous by the way.”

You blush at her statement, diverting the subject away.

“The boys should probably still be asleep. I just ran down to the kitchens to get these,” you tell them, brandishing the potions you had gathered. “Once they’ve downed these, they’re all yours.”

Astoria eyes the potions with jealousy and you realize the two girls were probably decently hung over as well.

“Oh you can keep Theo, we were really just looking to collect Enzo and Matt,” Daphne laughs, giving you a sly look. You open your mouth to reply, but stop realizing you had reached your common room door.

After a few attempts, you’re finally able to solve the blasted riddle and the door swings open.

“I don’t think we’ve ever had this many Slytherins in our common room before,” you joke, leading the girls up to your room.

Pushing the door open, you’re unsurprised to see the boys still passed out.

“This must be the infamous Gladys,” Daphne whispers, quietly approaching Theo who was still clutching onto Gladys as if his life depended on it. Again you’re surprised that these girls apparently even knew the name of your cat.

The two coo at the sight of your cat, coming to the conclusion that she was indeed worthy of warranting cat theft before Astoria finally decided it was time for them to get the boys out of your hair. They migrated over to the other side of the room where Enzo and Matteo were sound asleep, leaving you to deal with Theo.

You decide the easiest route, may just be to lure Gladys away, so you fetch her food dish before accio-ing her kibble container. At the sound of her food, Gladys was up and running, darting over for her morning feast. At the sudden loss of fluffy heat, Theo groaned, rolling over, face down into the pillows. After giving Gladys her food, you move back to Theo, giving him a rough shake.

“Come back to bed principessa,” he grumbles, reaching out and flailing his arm in your general direction.

“It’s time to get up Theodore. Come on, I got you three hangover potions,” you say, waving one over his head.

“Did someone say hangover potion? Give,” Matteo demands from the other side of the room. You look over to see Daphne and Astoria sitting on the side of the bed while Matteo and Enzo were groggily waking up.

Pulling out her wand, Daphne gestured for you to toss her the potions which her magic catches easily, levitating the vials over to the other two boys. Matteo snatches one out of the air, quickly downing half before offering the other half to Astoria. Enzo does the same, giving the second half to Daphne who graciously accepts. After a moment, the four of them are looking much more awake.

“Thanks for making sure these three didn’t drown themselves in the lake,” Astoria says, once the potion had really kicked. “And sorry you’re not having more luck with that one. He’s always been a late riser.”

“You’ll be lucky to get him up in the next hour,” Enzo agrees, rising from the bed. “Thanks again y/n.”

The four of them shuffle out of your dorm, a chorus is thanks and apologies strung along until they reached the door. Even Matteo gave you a nod of gratitude. Once they were all gone, you collapse once more onto your bed.

“They finally gone?” You hear Theo ask, as he rolls over to look at you. You nod, faces so close that your noses are practically touching and you can feel small puffs of air as he exhales. “Thanks for last night. I’m sorry for trying to steal your cat.”

You let out a snort at that. “Did you know when I woke up this morning, you had turned away from me completely, and stolen my cat away from me in your sleep?” You ask with a laugh.

Theo at least has the decency to look embarrassed as Gladys joins the two of you once more.

“I should do this more often,” Theo says finally, reaching out to stroke Gladys’s fur.

“What? Get downright plastered and break into my room, or steal my cat?” You scoff.

“Sleep in your bed with you.”

You freeze, looking up to see if the boy was being serious. His eyes blink back at you unwavering.

“You can come back any time,” you tell him, snuggling your way into his chest, ready to fall back asleep in the boy’s arms.

“Will Gladys be here?”

“Oh my god, yes she will be here,” you say dramatically throwing your head back.

Theo grins down at you, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours.

“I’m only joking amore,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of your nose.

“Of course Gladys would be here, she adores me.”

“Get out of my bed.”

A/N

My biggest regret in life, is being highly allergic to cats </3

[lilac-5ky]

Sex with a Ghost (TojixFem!Reader)

Chapter 1: Date with a ghost

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Summary: Being at the bottom of the ladder in your class with a non-combat oriented technique, you are prompted by Gojo to summon a dead sorcerer as a learning experience. However, when none other than Fushiguro Toji appears in your room, you find yourself practicing more than just your cursed technique.

Tags: Student!reader, Ghost!Toji, Age Gap(reader 18, Toji early 30s), Oral Sex (both f. and m. receiving), Manipulation, Corruption Kink, Praise, Degradation, Pet Names (princess, baby, etc), Cowgirl, Toji being a horny asshole that gets redeemed at the end? Sort of.

Word Count: less than 6k.

“But, sensei, is this really necessary?”

You tilted the sphere between your fingers, sizing it up. It weighed no more than a baseball ball did, yet its price must be comparable to that of an entire stadium. A cursed item among cursed items given to a mere grade 3 sorcerer who barely stood out amidst the renowned prodigies of Tokyo Jujutsu High. This was a waste of both time and effort and yet the white-haired man before you begged to differ, eyes glinting a vibrant sky-blue hue from underneath his dark shades.

“Doubting your favorite teacher, Y/N?” he chuckled only to sulk a second later when you asked him what deluded him into thinking he was your favorite.

Undeterred, he continued “I feel like a broken record here, but do yourself a favor and have a bit more confidence. Graduation is two months away, don’t you wanna prove your worth till then? It’s not too late to climb a couple of steps up the ladder. You could easily shoot up to Grade 2. Look at the rest of your class—”

A firm albeit reassuring grip latched itself onto your shoulder, gently twisting you in the direction of your classmates.

The heatwave must have gotten to them for good, blood boiling under the vicious sun rays. Their sleeves and pants were rolled high above their elbows and knees respectively, foreheads glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat that dribbled down their necks.

Just looking at them made your skin crawl with uneasiness.

You didn’t understand why anyone in their right mind would willingly trade the shade of these blessed pine trees for the scorching furnace that the schoolyard was, but when you stopped paying attention to their clothes and took in their blissful expression, you felt a lump swell in your throat.

The two of them were practically beaming, giggling, and prancing around the water fountains without a care in the world— and why should they have anything to worry about when they were Grade 1 at seventeen? A Kamo and a distant cousin to the Zen’ins, both guaranteed to walk a path strewn with rose petals since birth. No trial or tribulation whatsoever.

Your teacher’s voice was muffled into white noise while you were busy shooting daggers at the duo, part of you wishing to join them in their harmless idiocy, and another silently praying that in your next life, you’d be lucky enough to be born into one of their clans. No one questioned the value of a Kamo. No one went against a Zen’in with an inherited technique.

“So, we good? Tell me I didn’t waste 15 minutes of my precious time for nothing.” His fingers squeezed at your shoulder, causing your attention to shift.

You had no idea what he’d been saying, though you’d sat through plenty of pep talks already to guess the gist of it. “You have potential, Y/N. Don’t bring yourself down like this. You can do it!” All empty words without real meaning. Worthless. Not everyone had what it takes to become the next Gojo Satoru. Some people were born to be stepping stones for others, and you were perfectly fine with it. No half-assed aspiration would spur you on.

“If I do this… will you leave me alone?”

A Cheshire cat grin spanned from one corner of his mouth to the other. If one didn’t know any better, they’d mistake Gojo for an overzealous teacher whose earnest goal was to see his students succeed. Not you. You’d spent enough time in his presence to know that his whole “Teacher of the Year” shtick hid an agenda of its own. It was a matter of time to find out what his true motive was.

“What’s the plan?”

“Now we are talking,” he sang in glee. “Very simple, really. You just hold this between your palms and channel as much cursed energy as possible to its center. The ball will absorb it like a magnet and continue drawing from you until you have a clear picture of your target. Then, assuming all goes well and you don’t pass out,” a quiet “What?!” was overwritten by his voice, “you’ll get your very own date with a spirit. Isn’t that exciting?”

Nothing about your expression screamed excitement, eyes squinting in slits and bottom lip quivering into a frown. “And who’s my target, exactly?”

“A Zen’in sorcerer,” he said.

“A Zen’in sorcerer you say,” your eyes wandered again to that soaked blockhead in the distance, the black mop he had for hair flapping left and right. “Ain’t the one over there good enough?”

Shaping a cone around his mouth, Gojo yelled at the top of his lungs for the kids to wait up so they could play together. The duo cheered excitedly, shouting some sort of inside joke you knew nothing about right back at him. Wasn’t the first time you were excluded, and it certainly wasn’t the first time you questioned how this man came to be the world’s most talented sorcerer, either.

“If he was, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” his smile softened as he lowered his voice. “The Zen’in I’m talking about has been dead for a little more than a hundred years now. Unfortunately, his name is erased from our logs,” of course it is “but that shouldn’t hinder you too much. He was an immensely powerful sorcerer with a great amount of cursed energy to back his technique up. An anomaly, if you like.”

“What kind of technique?” “The ten shadows technique,” he answered. “Out of all the Shikigami users, he is perhaps the strongest there’s ever been.”

“Stronger than you, sensei?”

The way his nose scrunched made you regret asking, knowing that a haughty declaration was dangling from the tip of his tongue, begging to be unleashed in a never-ending spiel of self-praise.

“And why should I invoke him in particular?” you quickly changed the subject. “I thought our goal was to hone my spirit-channeling technique and increase my cursed energy flow while we’re at it.”

“That we are doin’, but why not kill two birds with one stone? A new ten-shadow user has risen. I’m sure whatever trick that old dog has up his sleeve will be useful to our little Meg—” He feigned a smile of innocence at his slip. “All you gotta do is chit-chat him into giving you some info. Toss in a few compliments, butter him up. Shouldn’t take more than a few words to convince him, spirits are dying to be summoned— Oh well, unfortunate choice of words. What do you say? You’re in?”

Your groan was all the answer he required to beeline straight to the water fountains, his chirpy laugh echoing from afar. This guy, you huffed, examining the crystal ball anew. There was no way out of this. Either you did his bidding or you’d be forced to endure the obnoxious sound of his voice all summer long.

“Couldn’t you have chosen anything more cliche than a crystal ball?” you snarled, convinced he hadn’t heard you.

“Ouija board was already taken,” he warbled unexpectedly, voice meshing with that of your peers as they ran around in circles, dark-colored uniforms turning darker with every splash of water. “Besides, this has a bit of pink in it,” he referred to the rosy shaded base. “Much cuter than a bunch of rusty letters, right?”

You groaned as you shoved the item into your tote bag, making no mistake to talk out loud again as you turned on your heel. A pinch of jealousy punctured your chest, relieved by every step you took away from the scene and away from the fun the three of them were having.

“Looks like we’re having a date with a ghost tonight.”

It was a quarter past twelve when you decided to put that little experiment to work, the coast clear of overbearing parents and annoying little brothers who wanted nothing more than to disrupt your so-called “studying session”. As far as your family was concerned, Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College (Tokyo Jujutsu High for short) was your average educational institution that had somehow recognized the value of your mediocre grades and scouted you when you were still in middle school— no questions asked from either side.

You wouldn’t go as far as to call your own family a bunch of dimwits, but the signs were all there. A teacher merely four years older than you were, his odd sartorial decisions only second to his eccentric personality. A class made up of four students dramatically and suddenly decreasing to a party of three. An unknown man in a suit and tie driving you back and forth between “emergency study dates” in the dead of night. The lack of studying material in your backpack as opposed to the exams you constantly stressed over. Your unreasonable reaction when your mother stored a cursed tool in with the silver cutlery.

Even if you straight up walked to them with a banner that read “I exorcise curses”, you doubted they’d have anything more to say than a plain “Good for you”, not because they were stupid, but because they simply didn’t care at all.

They didn’t care enough to bat an eye when seven-year-old you tugged at daddy’s trousers, whimpering about a squid-like creature sneaking in your closet, and didn’t care enough to try and justify the stream of water flooding down the corridor. They didn’t care that your imaginary friends were more akin to monsters, and they didn’t care about you being away from home 350 days a year. It was convenient not to. That’s how they were able to drink their woes away at the local bar on a Thursday night with a clear conscience, having offloaded that pest of a brother at your grandparents’ for the fifth consecutive night.

Poor kid. If he wasn’t so despicable, your big sister instincts might have kicked in and raised an objection, though as things currently were suited you best. Rituals required focus, and you needed to make sure no one would bust through the door and interrupt your conversation with Mister Whatever-his-name-was.

You’d taken care of all your basic needs —eating a reheated portion of lasagna, cleansing your body of the worldly filth that stained it, catching a rerun of your favorite show’s latest episode, and cursing Gojo for making you miss it in the first place— and were now seated on your room’s floor with the crystal ball nesting between your bare thighs, the cold sensation much welcome on this excruciatingly warm evening where sitting on the fuzzy carpet seemed like the greatest torture imaginable.

It was only March and you were already in your skimpiest outfit of all; a frilly pair of dusty-pink shorts and a matching low-cut tank top dressing your sweat-beaded body. Dark spots saturated the fabric, demanding your fingers fanned it every two seconds. The worst had yet to come. By the time summer arrived, the final thing for you to crawl out of would be your own skin.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you returned to the item at hand. It’d been fairly long since you’d last performed a seance. Your role in the recent assignments was to support your classmates from the sidelines, exorcising whatever lower-grade curse got in their way with the aid of various cursed tools.

The white-haired nuisance could claim your technique was useful all he wanted, but at the end of the day, yours were simply not meant for combat. Best case scenario, after graduation, the higher-ups would put you on a 9 to 5 job, where you could dig whatever intel they wanted from the comfort of your cramped-up desk; away from your haughty classmates, and away from Gojo Satoru.

You rolled your fingers around the globe’s surface, pads tingling with waves of cursed energy as they seeped into the crystal. Slowly, a dark purple aura came to distort its translucence with colors and shapes of various magnitudes. Shadow-like forms gathered at the seams, remnants of pent-up energy colliding and converging with one another at one focal point. All ready to go!

You began mentally chanting the surname of your target, over and over again until the slideshow of foggy faces diminished to that of a select few candidates from the same bloodline. Some, you would imagine had died when they were still in their prime, measly fledglings of sorcerers with eyes retaining that youthful glossiness, while others seemed to have lived enough to see themselves turn into dehydrated raisins with next to zero cursed energy left.

Once you’d gone through your classmate’s entire family tree at least three times, you caught yourself admitting that despite their faults and innate air of pretension, the Zen’ins weren’t particularly hard on the eyes. Especially that one guy whose mug kept reappearing at random intervals, the slanted scar of his lips lingering in your mind well after the next contender’s appearance. There was something about him, be it the lack of aura he emitted or the viridescent hue of his eyes that had you replaying the frame at the expense of your own energy.

You were drawn to him in an inexplicable way that, at the time, you attributed to fate. It had to be him, right? That must have been why the dope you had for a mentor insisted on calling this a date. Even if he didn’t know the sorcerer’s name, he must have known how insanely attractive the guy was, right?

And suddenly, you felt a sliver of gratitude overcome you, eyelids snapping shut with the Zen’in sorcerer’s face as clear as day behind them, while you chanted the incantation Gojo himself had taught you.

“From the murky shroud of oblivion, I invoke thou out the shadows and blight to bask in heavenly light. Through me gain life, and through life gain thine blessed power.”

No more than a few seconds had passed when you heard a thud, your gaze meeting with that of the very man you’d summoned.

The orb barely did him any justice. Not as if crystal balls were ideal measuring instruments, but you’d need about ten more of those to depict his height as he towered over you, the bulky frame of his shoulders casting a large shadow on the wall behind your head. He was dressed in a much more casual manner than one would expect of someone who’d been dead for over a century, with corded veins and taut muscles peaking underneath a black compression shirt, waist accentuated where his hips met with a pair of baggy pants. And once you got to his face— you must have lost track of time staring into the gem-like green orbs of his eyes, considering you didn’t notice the scowl his lips wore until his tone pointed it out.

“The hell is this?” He sounded just like he looked, the bass of his timbre ringing most pleasantly in your ears.

You wouldn’t know what being dead felt like, but if it was anything remotely close to sitting on a dead leg for hours on end, you guessed he’d rather take a moment to adjust over an answer.

His soles circled the tiny space, eyes dancing between the fairy lights on the wall, the moonless sky —and by extension the empty driveway outside your window—, the three Polaroids on your desk that depicted an old family trip to Seoul (your mother silently accusing him from the frame for the crime of wearing his shoes inside the house), and lastly, you. His gaze feasted on your body as if he’d been starved for ages and you were the first oasis in the desert, his expression gradually easing into a lopsided smile as he cocked his head to the side.

“Got a name, sweetheart?” he asked in a syrupy sweet tone, the nickname he’d come up with making you doubt he’d use your actual name even if you shared it.

You set the ball aside and hopped on your feet, standing on somewhat more equal ground, though not equal enough to completely diminish the difference in height. He was massive, and you were still processing the kind of person that possessed the power to end this man’s life.

“Name’s Y/N,” you extended your hand. “You must be master Zen’in, nice to meet you!”

He merely glanced at your gesture, leaving you to embarrass yourself without a single qualm. “No one’s called me that in some time,” he expressed wryly. “You know about me?”

You nodded, wiping your palm against your shorts. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen a spirit act all high and mighty, a Zen’in at that. “Who hasn’t heard of the greatest sorcerer there’s ever been?” you chuckled, Gojo’s bootlicking advice coming in for the clutch. “You are somewhat of a legend in the Jujutsu world. The one who mastered the ten shadows technique like no other.”

“Is that who I am now,” he pondered out loud, his index briefly scratching his jaw. “I guess I am,” he grinned with confidence. “That why you summoned me? Wanted to meet with great ol’ me in person?”

“Something like it,” you admitted, finding it hard not to smile back. “I just so happen to be acquainted with this idiot who’s a big fan of yours. Had me use my technique for a passing grade.”

A low hum prompted you to continue. “He’s a real pain in the ass,” you groaned. “Calls himself ‘the strongest’ and acts as if he’s ‘teacher of the year’ when he forces me to fish out intel like some lackey— Actually, you might have heard of his family name before, they’ve been around for ages. Gojo,” quickly adding “Satoru.”

At the sound of your teacher’s name, the man’s eyes widened, his darkened pupils blown with an emotion akin to rage. You weren’t sure what great calamity the Gojos had brought upon him in his previous life, but being familiar with their descendant you doubted they put much effort into it.

“The six eyes is your teacher?” he asked, not giving you enough time to question how on earth he knew that title before he pitched in another question. “So, ya just a kid, huh?”

“I’m not!” you objected. “Turned 18 a while ago.”

“A while, you say?” he arched a brow.

“I’m closer to 19 if anything,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“19,” he mocked, his droopy eyelids incapable of hiding the way he sized your figure up.

You didn’t even think to put on a bra before the ritual started. Just like you could vividly picture what his pecs looked like under his clothes, your flimsy outfit left little to the imagination, the sweat that’d shimmered across your collarbones and cleavage working in your favor.

“Nah, you are right. No kid could ever have a body like that. Plump and ripe in all the right places,” his tongue lapped over his bottom lip, salacious stare prodding at what your arms kept hidden. “That’s a woman’s body, no doubt.”

Heat spread from your chest all the way to your cheeks, and for once, it wasn’t because of the room’s overbearing heat. Your toes sunk inside the carpet, thighs awkwardly rubbing together. You’d found yourself in such a position before, yet never with a boy like him— never with a man like him.

“Th-thank you,” you mumbled, your fingers hesitantly sliding down your elbows.

He took a step closer, lacking hesitation as he lifted your chin with two fingers, his thumb gently caressing it.

“Gonna let me look at the rest, baby?” his other hand encompassed your hip, the size of his palm alone making you feel oh-so small and fragile before him. “I’ll make ya a deal if you lemme. Tell ya anything you wanna know and more— heh, I’ll make sure ya pass with flying colors.”

“I don’t… I’m not-”

Depriving you of the chance to deny his advances, the man slotted his lips between yours and pulled back almost instantaneously, overjoyed to catch you leaning into his touch for more.

You weren’t sure why this was happening— why you were letting this happen. He was a stranger who barely qualified as being alive, and at the time of his death, he was closer to your father’s age than yours. But he was there, and he was paying you attention, and the way he spoke to you as if he already knew your answer ahead of your mouth had warmth spiraling to the lower parts of your body.

Rather than giving in to your pouty lips, the man whose name you didn’t even know cupped your breasts in both his hands, calloused thumbs making quick work of your nipples as they peaked below the drenched fabric, rolling the sensitive buds into full hardness.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he praised, kneading at your supple skin almost adoringly.

The straps of your top slid down your shoulders, and you felt the ghost of a smile press onto your neck, his warm mouth smearing wet kisses right to where your neck and shoulders connected. You bit back a sigh, your breath audibly strained.

“Bet you wanna be touched, hmm?” he continued, finding the sweet spot you didn’t know you had, and pressed on, his sharp teeth digging into your flesh coaxing a purr from deep within your throat. He chuckled, the vibrations making you shudder. “That why you’re dressed like a slut? Wanna be treated like one, mm?” his lips parted again, tongue lapping over the delicate bruise his teeth left as he pinched your nipples harshly. A moan was ripped from your slack jaw, the insult he carelessly threw adding to the slick between your thighs.

“Sounds about right,” he smirked. “Well, I’m not complaining. You’re a sight for sore eyes, kitten.”

He didn’t ask for permission before he tugged at your shirt, your breasts spilling out with a single bounce. You saw him wet his lips once more, fingers seizing your now-exposed nipples and lustful eyes admiring them up close. You hadn’t noticed how close he was standing until his hips bucked against yours, alerting you to how painfully hard he’d gotten underneath his pants. The six-year-long refractory period his body was subjected to was far too cruel— though you wouldn’t know about that until much later.

“Tell me,” he requested, pausing just so he could look you dead in the eye. “Have you ever done this before?”

His lips traversed the valley of your breasts, rough palms sliding languidly across your ribs and waist. You could see him hold you like that while being inches deep in you. Slamming your frail little set of bones against your desk’s wooden surface. Pounding your hole for your parents to return to their precious daughter bent in half by some stranger. Bruising Gojo’s star student until the smug smile was wiped from his obnoxious mouth for good.

All those reasons made you nod at his question, not caring that he’d be ten times rougher because of your white lie. If anything, you looked forward to that.

“Sure you’re not lying to me?” he read your mind like an open book, the elastic of your shorts being torn away from your body. “Won’t be mad if y’are. I love myself a sweet little virgin. Love how whiny their voices get. How,” he lowered himself onto his knees, palm pushing you to sit on your bed “cute their little tight cunts look all stretched around me.”

His hot breath fanned over your soaked panties, index lazily rubbing back and forth between your clothed slit, the added friction sending a pleasurable tingle up your spine.

“You really aren’t one, are ya?”

You shook your head repeatedly like a bobblehead doll, propping your weight onto your elbows as he lifted your legs on his shoulders, the reality of his choppy raven hair nuzzling to your thighs finally hitting you.

“You said all you wanted to do was look, right?” the finger that was hooked around your underwear stopped. “That was the deal…”

For a brief yet conscious second, his eyes bore into yours with such spite that you thought you’d completely messed up. Only a virgin would dare say something this stupid. If he wasn’t bound to you by the ritual, he’d be out the door the moment you spat those words, you knew it, but then his knuckles brushed over your abdomen to find the hand that clenched onto the sheets, and you realized that wasn’t the case.

“Deals get altered and terms renewed all the time,” he mumbled distractedly, deeply inhaling your scent on his nose, while your fingers unfolded between his lips. You gasped, the sight of him fucking them in and out his mouth —tongue slithering right in the middle and saliva dribbling down his chin as he popped them out— enough to hypnotize whatever sense out of your brain.

“I’ll make ya a new deal,” he hummed, gently directing them to your mouth as if he beckoned you to do the same. A smirk tugged at his scar as he watched your pink lips obediently part and round around your own fingers. He didn’t let go until he heard you choke, secretly plotting to replace them with something else—sooner, than later.

“My technique is what interests you, right? How about instead of telling you, I show you?”

You tried to remove your hand, but he shoved it back in, his true colors pouring into a devilish smile. “I’ve had enough of your voice. All you gotta do is sit back like the good little girl I know you are and keep your legs nice and spread for me. How’s that?”

The only thing your head could manage was pathetically bob up and down in agreement, your fingers stuck in your mouth like a damn pacifier, while your cunt pulsed at every single word he uttered; derogatory or not. Were it any other guy talking down to you like that, your knuckles would be leaving an impermanent imprint on his cheek. Were it any other guy treating you as if you had no volition of your own as if you were just a toy for him to break, and you—

There wouldn’t be any other guy for you ever again. He’d make sure of it.

He ripped the fabric into a single shred and tossed it over his shoulder without caring where it landed- your bedside lamp. He looked down at your pussy, debating to himself whether to start with his tongue or fingers first, calculating the time it’d take for him to prep you for his cock down to the last second. He might’ve been a lot less nice than he pretended to be, but he wasn’t about to go out of his way to hurt you. Not intentionally, at least.

“Let’s see,” he tipped forward, the way his forefinger slipped between your folds without any resistance whatsoever bringing you shame. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, his digit triumphantly pulling out and smearing your slick all over your puffy lips. “Is that all for me, sweetheart? So fucking wet just for me?”

Your hips bucked forward as an answer to his question and he thought he wouldn’t mind taking things slow for once— see how much you could take before you came completely undone.

“Girls like you make the best fuck,” he cooed, voice echoing right through your core. “Surrendering to the first sweet word they hear.” His thumb circled your clit, flicking at the little bundle of nerves. “Leaking at the slightest of touch.” His middle and ring fingers joined in the action, burying themselves as far inside walls as your tight hole let him push. “Breaking so easily.” He drooled, coating your entire pussy in his thick saliva before allowing himself a taste, tongue lapping at the mix of juices straight from the source.

Your thighs clenched around him, muffling the lewdness of a whimper as he looked up at you, his smirk loosening with every kitten lick across your flesh. You wanted to say something, to call out his name and moan for him, but it all felt so unpracticed— similarly to how unpracticed your cunt was when it came to the girth of his fingers; much bigger than yours, more experienced too. He reached depths you didn’t know existed, bringing your body such pleasure that had you writhing for more, hips slamming against his face.

He groaned, his own arousal throbbing against his lower abdomen, begging him to get this over with. “Wanna fuck my face, baby?”

You felt your cheeks ignite anew, the eyes you’d fallen for at first sight overflowing with lust, convincing you it felt as good for him as it felt for you.

“Can’t let ya do that,” he parted your folds, fingers spreading your thighs apart while his tongue darted between your lips, his nose intentionally nudging the pink nub with each deep stroke against your spongy spot. “Gotta earn it first.”

You stared at him like an idiot, wondering to yourself if somewhere between his refusal to shake your hand and his eagerness to quench his thirst with your body you’d passed away because that was what heaven ought to feel like. That was what angels ought to look like.

“Got something to say, princess?” his eyes shot up and he gestured for you to unlatch your mouth.

“S-so pretty,” you whispered.

“What was that?” his ears perked up, not because he hadn’t heard you the first time, but because he could do with some affirmation himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this… f-fuck—” a yelp punched its way out of your lungs as he folded you in half, pinning your thighs onto your stomach, and crawling onto the bed right after them.

He’d had enough of this little game.

“Good girls shouldn’t cuss like that. Six eyes didn’t teach ya that?”

Holding you down with one hand, he dived back into your pussy, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace that had your upper body tossing and turning, the first unregulated moans ushering him to keep going. His tongue toyed with your swollen bud, the squelching of your cunt growing significantly louder from this angle, reverberating throughout the four walls of your bedroom. You were close, and so was he to getting his dick wet with all the mess he’d helped create.

His mouth watered just at the thought of his seed being the one to dribble down your thighs instead of his spit. He could picture you in one of those cute blue-navy skirts hanging from your closet and hoped you weren’t a tights person. He wanted to see you off to school every morning with your thighs sticking together so deliciously that anyone smart enough would understand how meticulously he’d fucked the brat out of you—

If only there was a mirror for you to see how stunning you looked. All fucked out and writhing, disheveled hair stuck on your tits and forehead while you nuzzled to the pillows, your shaky voice calling out to the surname he’d left behind. Would you still do that if you knew he played you like a fiddle? If you knew he was no esteemed Zen’in or sorcerer, for that matter, but a man hell-bent on ruining you for his own sick satisfaction?

Your body reciprocated his vile thoughts, your pussy fluttering around his digits. “Gonna cum for me?” he panted, forcing your legs to the side lest he missed a reaction.

Neither of you realized how his one hand had sneaked into his pants, stroking his veiny cock closer to the ecstasy he craved. Precum leaked hot out of the reddened tip, his thumb frantically swiping it over his length in sync with his thrusts. He’d stopped listening to your pleas and instructions. He fucked his fingers in you as he pleased, slowing down only when his balls began to dangerously tighten. Only then did he tear his fingers away ‘cause God forbid he busts his load in his palm like some fucking untouched teenager— regardless of how obscenely pretty you appeared for him or not.

Once he regained his composure, words made sense again. Harder. Faster. More. He hated being told what to do but absolutely loved how pliant you were. A people-pleaser, he bet. Going above and beyond what was asked of you, bending and breaking into whatever molds others force you to fit. He could work with that. Shape you into a mold only he could fit in.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how much prettier y’ can get.”

His cock twitched as he felt your walls clamp down around his fingers, your sweet face contorting with pleasure, lips swollen with how hard they’d tried to contain the last bits of debouched decency.

How cute.

He set your legs down and moved up to meet your face with his, a wave of genuine softness rushing over him as he thought to kiss your lips tenderly, hushing whatever emotion had you spasming. You were so sensitive. Even if you’d been with another guy before him, he doubted they knew what they were doing— not like he did, anyway. He’d make you scream out his name for the neighbors to hear what a dirty slut lived just next door from them.

After a short while of his stroking your hair and whispering filth into your ears, he decided he’d been good enough to get his trick. He took your hand in his and guided it to his cock, grinning like a little kid as your smaller palm traced the outline over his pants, knowing full well both hands would do nothing to cover his girth.

He’d really missed this— so much that he didn’t mind letting a grunt out in appreciation, certain that more would follow.

Your eyes met, the spark in them telling him you understood what he expected you to do, and even if you didn’t, he’d teach you. He’d teach you everything, snatch you from that piece of shit and make you into his star student, so long as you kept touching him and let him do all the things he’d spent the last thirty minutes fantasizing about.

Everything and anything, all for you to take—

The thoughts that failed to reach your ears along with all traces of the man whose weight alone -up until a moment ago- threatened to crush your body into a fine powder evaporated, the smooth sound of his voice replaced by the crude breaks of your father’s car as he pulled into the driveway— your mother’s kitten heels soon clicking atop every step they climbed.

Shit.

A/N: I actually intended for this to be a one-shot, but I guess it sort of ended on a cliffhanger so, oops. Lemme know if I should write a second and final part, or if you have any Toji ideas/requests ♡

[evispunk]

cardigan - jj maybank

summary: JJ’s feud with the reader builds to it’s breaking point, causing her to push JJ off of the HMS Pogue. Little does she know, JJ all but hates her.

warnings: bad writing, unedited work, slapping, pushing, arguing, cringe.

wc: 1,852

a/n: this is my first one-shot. like, ever… i’m so nervous to post this. ps in the middle of writing this i ate an artichoke

kie: are u on ur way yet??? john b is threatening to leave the dock in 30 seconds

you: he is such a drama queen i’ll be there in like 2 minutes swear

kie: kk hurry

With little to no more haste than you were walking with before Kiara’s text, you continued on your path to the dock behind the Château. There waiting for you was none other than your favorite people – not including JJ – on the HMS Pogue. John B whooped as you stepped into the boat and set your bag down. Taking a beer from the cooler and cracking it open, you watch as the boat departs from the dock.

“Can’t believe we waited that long for you of all people to come.” JJ scoffed, looking towards the front of the boat while you sat across from him.

“‘That long’? You hardly waited an extra five minutes for me and that was only because I had to fix the mess your ass left behind in my room. Thanks for breaking my vase, dickhead.” you retorted, sick of the attitude he had given you since you started hanging out with the Pogues. JJ had only known you for a little over three months, but he decided his hate for you on night one. You rolled your eyes as he ignored you, yanking his muscle tee off of his fit frame and throwing it on the floor. 

You hated to admit it amidst your loathing of the blond boy, but he wasn’t unattractive. He certainly grabbed the attention of many girls – Kook, Touron, and Pogue. His abs and salty blond hair made it a little harder for you to hate him, but not enough for you to tolerate his bad manners and rude remarks.

“Hey, Pope.” you called out to the teenage boy next to JJ.  “Are you all ready for your scholarship interview? Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks, but I’m not even close to being prepared. It’s still a few weeks away, but I could use some more time to mull it over. My, like, whole entire life kind of depends on it.” he answered, clearly stressed about the entire situation. You knew how big of a deal this was to him, even if you yourself didn’t care about school much.

“Hey, don’t sweat it. I know you’ll do great, you still got time.” you smiled at him, and he returned it sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you see JJ mock you from across the boat. “What? What did I do to upset you this time, King Maybank?”

“Do you actually just flirt with everything that walks? I mean, are you really that desperate? Hey, if you are, you could’ve just asked. No shame in-”

“Watch your fucking mouth, blondie. Before I teach you how.” you snarled, and he jokingly threw his hands up in defense with a knowing smile.

“JJ, cut it out.” John B added from the wheel, looking at him with the face of a friend that is trying not to upset him, but really means what he’s saying. You could only hope that he got the hint.

“Just saying, a girl who’s getting it doesn’t act like such a priss.” JJ smirked, knowing he was beginning to get underneath your skin. It wasn’t solely the things he was saying, but also that you had no idea why he was saying them. You had given him no reason to hate you, whatsoever. “You should really smile more, then maybe-” he began, but the moment you heard the words coming out of his mouth, only one thing came to mind that seemed like the right thing to do. You slapped him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Hey!” Kiara jumped in, but you had already pounced on him and began hitting at him wherever you could. Unfortunately, you weren’t stronger than a built sixteen-year-old, and he easily blocked all of your attempts. You could hear the voices of the rest of the Pogues and their attempts to calm you down so you two would stop fighting, but you had taken too much of his bullshit to stop trying now.

“I told you to watch your fucking mouth!” you huffed out between attempted hits, and he grunted in return.

“I would watch my mouth if you would stop being such a fucking bitch!” JJ argued back, and finally, you were pulled off of him while he was hoisted to the ground by Pope.

“Chill the fuck out!” John B ordered from behind you, still holding your arms back to make sure you wouldn’t literally jump at the chance to try to maul the blond boy again. “Truce? Just for today?”

JJ turned his head and spit out into the ocean, looking back with a nod.

“Yeah, truce.” he said, voice low and eyes trained to the ground. His face betrayed him – anyone with a pair of working eyes could see just how angry and irritated he was. John B called out your name, awaiting your answer.

“Fine. Just for today.” you reluctantly agreed, feeling JB’s grip on you loosen, and seeing Pope do the same.

“Shake on it.” he said, backing away from JJ. He extended his hand out to you, and you slowly raised your hand to meet his. However, in that split second, you thought of a much better way to get him back. Taking a few quick steps forward, you placed both of your hands on his bare chest and used all of your leftover strength to push him off of the boat. Pope’s eyes met yours as you let out a deep, proud breath. “I could be mad at you, but honestly, he deserved that.”

JJ’s head emerged from the ocean, and he spit out the salt water that had made it into his unsuspecting mouth. 

“What the fuck happened to the truce?” he yelled, wiping his hair back and treading the water.

Later that night at the Château after everyone showered off and calmed down, you and JJ had actually been getting along. Well, not what anyone else would call getting along, but you weren’t fighting or blatantly throwing insults at each other, so it was a win for the Pogues. Kiara passed the blunt to you, and you took a puff, letting the weed make it’s way into your body. You really needed this after today.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on JJ for longer than they should’ve been. He was wearing his worn out blue shirt – the one with a few tiny holes and a pocket on his chest – and cargo shorts. His once wet hair was now dry and fluffy, and he was smiling in his conversation with John B and Pope.

“I don’t think he really hates you,” Kiara said quietly into your ear, leaning in so only you could hear her. The boys were distracted talking, so chances they would notice were low anyway.

“W- what?’ you stuttered with a cough as you blew out smoke, having been caught gawking at your sworn enemy.

“Don’t worry, nobody else saw you drooling over him.” she said with a knowing smile, taking the blunt from your hand. “But I don’t think he actually hates you. I think it’s something else.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking. That’s not hate.” she explained. And maybe it was the marijuana in your bloodstream, or the fact that you hoped a little too much than you should’ve for her to be right, but you believed her. What you were going to do with this information, you didn’t know yet. But just looking at him with something other than hate for once was enough right now.

A few hours later, the Château was dark, and the living room was empty, save for you and JJ. John B was sleeping in his room with Pope, and Kiara had slyly taken the remaining bedroom and told JJ that no boys were allowed. Meaning that you and JJ had to share the couch.

“I’ll just sleep on the floor.” you said, quietly. He scoffed in return, and you grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor. There was only one blanket, so you left it on the couch for JJ. You didn’t want to give him yet another reason to be an asshole to you.

“You don’t want the blanket?” he asked, no lingering tone of resentment in his voice. Just simple, genuine curiosity.

“Oh, no. You can have it, it’s fine. It’s pretty hot out anyways.” you replied, and he nodded, albeit a little confused. Sure, it was hot outside. But there were fans inside. Laying down on the cold hardwood, you held back a shiver, and tried your best to drift off to sleep as JJ shifted on the couch.

After what felt like a few hours, you had been in and out of sleep, shivering and teeth chattering on the floor. Right about now, you were regretting being so nice to the blond-haired boy as you were only in a tank top and linen pajama pants – so you were actively freezing your tits off.

“Okay, seriously, just get over here. Your teeth are chattering so loud that it’s keeping me awake.”

“Oh, I’m oka-” he cut you off, sternly saying your name and opening up the blanket in welcome. “Well, if you insist.” you said, scrambling to get up from the cold floor as fast as possible and scooting in next to JJ. Immediately, his body heat warmed you up, and you could feel your shivering begin to stop.

“Holy shit, you’re freezing. Why didn’t you say anything?” he whispered, wrapping the blanket over you and resting his arm on your waist.

“I didn’t want to make you to be mad at me.”

“Mad? That you’re getting hypothermia?” he said and you laughed, scotting back into him for more warmth. His arm slowly traveled around you even more, waiting for you to stop him, but you never did. “I could never be mad at you.” he whispered a few minutes later, albeit thinking you were asleep at the way your breathing had become a steady pattern, and you weren’t stiff from the cold anymore. His lips softly met the top of your head, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you.” you said, barely loud enough to count as actual speech. You could feel his heart skip a beat from behind you too, and it was relieving to know he heard you. Would you say anything about this in the morning? Knowing yourself, no, you wouldn’t. But, for at least the next little while, it was enough to know he didn’t actually loathe you, and you could continue to look at that boy with something other than hate in your heart.

[astrologythingzzz]

Moon sign observations ✨🌝

Hi everyone! I've thought about doing these for a very long time now! I'll be using my own experiences with the moon signs! 🌙

Some observations are going to be more accurate than others!

Take what resonates and please know that none of these are meant to hurt anyone! 🌝

P.s. I started a tiktok account. It's called Astrologythingzzz too. Check it out if you want to! 🧡

Aries moon

My mom has this placement. She's very ambitious, but also really loves to experience new things every other day! She can be very impulsive with money (it is in her 2nd house). Her emotions sometimes get the best of her. She needs variety and stimulation, when she was in her 20s she travelled a lot and had a big friend group! Personally, I've never met many people with aries moons so she's my only reference.

Taurus moon

My dad is a taurus moon. His most used sentence is "You can save money in every part of you life, but you should never save money when it comes to food." I think that's very typical for taurus placements. He craves stability and peace. He loves good food, dancing and family time. His love language is also giving you food that you like! He likes tradition, he's from Italy so he always makes sure that his children are very much in touch with his roots.

Gemini moon

That is my placement! I don't know anyone else with that placement, so I'll write down my own experience with this one. I'm bored easily, but I'm not superficial. Actually I'm not that social and not very outgoing. As a Child i loved reading and fantasising. I get very restless and nervous, sometimes I have sleep issues if my body is in distress (it is in my 12th house tho). I feel like there are two different gemini moon people, the one is the social, outgoing one, the other is socially withdrawn and nervous. Guess I got the latter one! 🌝

Cancer moon

These are the most loving, warm hearted people ever. They do everything for their family, they provide and make the best gifts! They really listen to the people they love, they also sense your feelings and are amazing at comforting. One of my best friends that I used to talk to had this placement. Sadly we are not involved with each other anymore, but she always felt like home to me. You can count on them to cook you your favorite meal or bake your favorite cookies!

Leo moon

Sadly I've never been truly involved with one. The ones that I know are very obsessed with their image. The girl has really long hair, she's even known for it. But the guy has always been very attention craving. He is very sweet deep down and romantic. But also kind of toxic, I feel like he's an unevolved leo moon. Hopefully I'll get to know more leo moons, they seem so warm and welcoming!

Virgo moon

My girl bestfriend has this placement. We both love talking about kind of everything (mercurial moons) wether it be books, gossip, personal stuff... She gets stomach issues when stressed. She loves animals, she has a very deep bond to her pet dog. She lives vegan and loves minimalistic interior design. She always cared for her younger siblings, cooking for them, sometimes even taking the role of a caretaker (she's a cancer sun). We haven't been very much in touch lately, but I still cherish her a lot! She helped me getting through many things and I can count on her to always be honest with me. I have also shared a flat with two other virgo moons, the one was absolutely crazy about houseplants, she had like 30 in her room. She was very nice and gentle, but a little too naggy for me. The other one is my soulsister, we always grabbed food or cooked together which was very fun!!

Libra moon

Sadly, I didn't have the best experience with this placement. A friend in school had this, and she just was very passive aggressive. She wasn't romantic or warm, she was rather cold and aloof. When I started dating my boyfriend, she got so jealous and accused me of never having time for her. We never really hung out anyways, but that's when she started getting toxic. Her mother was very strict so she also became like that. She was also the one person that always complained about the exams but in the end she always had A's. We lost touch after school and I'm very glad about it. I know that she was probably an unevolved libra moon, so I hope I'll get to know the nice, gentle and loving ones! 🌚

Scorpio moon

I lived with one for about 4 months. She was very shy, but she was willing to open up. When you criticised her, she felt completely offended and never really talked to me ever again. She moved out very soon and my other flat mates and I weren't so sad about it. She never talked to us, she didn't even get out of her room after this one incident, where we criticised her for never coming out of her room. We were 4 girls sharing a big flat, 3 of us were always going out and having fun together, she never even read our text messages so we just assumed she didn't want to be involved with us. She just seemed very cold. In the end she blamed us for being cold, even though we invited her out for like a 100 times. We were even a little scared of her, she just seemed so unfriendly. I have never heard of her every since and I'm not mad about it.

Sagittarius moon

I know some people with this placement. Actually many of them are studying to become a lawyer and they're pretty good at it. One of them is becoming a police officer the other wants to be a politician. They cherish their own opinion a lot, they love living life as they want to. They are down for partying every weekend, I also saw a connection with drinking too much... Sometimes the girls are "not like other girls" because of their love for danger and adventure. One of them always felt the need to rub under my nose how much she liked to perform sports and whatever. They are very sporty though. But I sometimes get the feeling they take themselves too seriously. Not my favorite moon placement, but they're alright. They can be a little braggy and their political views can be a little extreme. A love for animals and justice.

Capricorn moon

Sorry, but no. 🧡 They treat everything as a transaction, if they're giving you something, you automatically owe them. They can be funny though and really nice. They are very ambitious. I noticed they do have a problem with feelings, and if they're getting involved with you, it is for the long run. On the other hand, if you don't seem like the one, they will just leave you hanging around until they find a better option. Maybe that's just my experience. I feel like their childhood was very strict, they had to look after themselves and their parents weren't very supportive of them. Might have a narcissistic mom.

Aquarius moon

That's another placement that was my flatmate. She also had a very rough childhood. Her father wasn't even involved, her mother always favoured her brothers over her. It was really hard getting to know her and even though i had loved to stay in touch with her, I haven't heard of her after moving out, which is kinda sad. She was very emotionally codependent on her boyfriend, so there wasn't really space for any other relationship in her life. I just hope she's happy now. :) The other aqua moon I know studies the same subject at university like me. We get along very well, but we're not best friends. She also seems a little distant, she lives in her own world and has her own circle of friends. But she's very nice and very human(?) I love talking to her, it just makes me feel great! 🧡

Pisces moon

This one is a little tricky. My boyfriend has this placement, and he's the most gentle, kind, supportive, understanding and loving person I know. Pisces moons can be the most creative, selfless and caring people in the world. On the other hand, my bully in high school had this placement 💀 She always used me for homework and talked sh*t about me behind my back. I feel like pisces is a placement in general, that really needs to learn how to deal with their gentle and sensitive nature. It seems like many of them try to mask their feelings by being mean/ dominant/aggressive. But it's no weakness to show emotions! 🧡 Because of my boyfriend, it's probably my favorite moon sign! 🧡

That would be it! Hope you liked it!

If you can't resonate, please know that these are my personal experiences with the moon signs. Every moon sign has an evolved and unevolved part. I feel like I met a lot of unevolved ones. Sadly.

Anyways, see you soon, love you. Byee🧡

[oddsandends58exe]

Odds lifetime speedrun + some facts

5 years old: Lives in a cult until most of her relatives were killed by GOC (we don't miss them) and until she was taken to the Foundation. Listed as SCP-2408-1-B until adulthood.

14-17 years old: "nobody likes me" edgy emo teenage era. And "nobody likes me" part is actually a bit true... Besides Odds, they had other teenage humanoid anomalies that were far more interesting due to their abilities (remind you Odds has none but it was assumed that she would have in the future). SCP-105, for example, who was given more attention. Since then, Odds dislikes Iris and even envies her, not realizing that Iris herself doesn't like her situation very much. She sees Iris as a stereotypical "popular girl". By the way, as you may have guessed, "Odds" is not her real name, but a nickname. Her real name is Elizabeth, or Beth.

22 years old: No longer listed as SCP. Since no one knew what to do with her, Odds is sent to do simple paperwork. Something similar to the job Iceberg does, but even simpler, so her salary is not very high. Actually the situation is so bad that she now lives in Site-17's store room. Unfriendly, unsociable, grumpy (you probably see where it's going........), somehow she does have one friend — dr. Lainystarsky, I will tell you about them later.

26 years old: Literally the same thing but now she's dr. Kondraki's assistant. They assigned her to be his assistant because they noticed that she was starting to get lazy over time so they thought that working with the "big scary Doc Kondraki" would motivate her to work better. And they were right. But she wasn't scared of him. Instead Odds went "omg he's like me but way cooler stronger and more talented omg he's so awesome literally the best person I've ever met." Yep, she idealized him too much. Literally not noticing his flaws. If you are familiar with BPD, you probably know what "favorite person" means. So yeah, Ben literally became her fp.....

Also before anyone accuses me of romanticizing the BPD, just letting you know - I have BPD, so I know what I'm talking about. ^_^ ALSO I don't want people to see oddsdraki as a hot daddy and his cute little puppygirl. I may joke about it, but these are just jokes so please don't see oddsdraki that way, that's disgusting 🙏 They're both terribly mentally ill stinky nerds 🙏🙏🙏

30 years old: ???

38-40 years old: milf era I guess

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Yooo, Can I request Jeff, Ben and ej (platonically) with a GN!child!ghost!reader (sibling relationship) that’s like puppet/Charlotte Emily from fnaf? So quite calm, intelligent, protective over people they care about. Maybe a scenario where reader gets hurt somehow or is just having a bad day, thinking about their death and etc, basically any comfort scenario you wanna write. thanks if you manage this, don’t worry if you don’t want to. have a great day/night 💜

Ooohh! I just love getting to write comfort fics! I chose to do the "just having a bad day" scenario, as i feel like i would be able to write more for that, but if you would like to see the other choices as well, don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff

Jeff awakes at 6:30 am every morning, usually dragging his feet, doing things as lazily as possible before he starts his day. After he's done getting ready, he goes to your room to wake you up and see if you want to help him take smile out for a walk.

This time though, you were lying awake on your back, just staring up st the ceiling. He raises a brow and comes to sit on your bed. "Hey squirt, you doin' ok?" He asks, hoping that you aren't sick or anything. You nod, but that doesn't quite satisfy Jeff. "Wanna help me walk smile?" He asks once more, holding up smile's leash. You shake your head before turning over to your side and pulling your blanket up over your shoulders. Jeff frowns. "You sure you're doin' ok?"

You begin to cry softly, which alarms Jeff even more. "Ah! Hey, hey, what's wrong, kid?" He asks, picking your small self up and bringing you to sit in his lap, cradling you in his arms. You cling onto his button up work shirt, the soft cries turning into sobs. Jeff cringes at the forming wet spots on his shirt, but continues to comfort you none the less. "Hey, come on, kid. You're alright, I've gotcha" he whispers into your head, rubbing your back and shushing you comfortingly. He lets you sit ad cry it out for a while, grabbing your blanket and wrapping it around you to hopefully help calm you down.

When you are calm, he strokes your hair and asks what made you so upset and if he needed to beat anyone's ass. You smile and laugh at this, and shake your head. "Alright, so what's got you in a mood?" He asks "you never turn down walking smile" he says knowingly. You shrug and look down. It is quiet for a moment before he sighs and pats your back. "Maybe today just isn't your day, kid. But that's alright, everyone's got those days.", he then picks you up and sets you back on your bed. "I'm gonna go walk Smile real quick and then I'll come back. Do you want me to take the day off today so we can go do fun stuff?" He asks, standing and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You nod, he nods back. When he is done walking smile, he helps you up into his truck and (still in your pajamas) you go to the store together and pick out all your favorite snacks and candies, and maybe some new toys. When you get back home, you both sit in jeffs bed and eat snacks while watching your favorite movie, Smile Dog laying his head on your legs and begging you to pet him.

Eyeless Jack

Jack tends to pull all-nighters quite often, so instead, he has an alarm set for when it is time to wake you up. 8:00 sharp, no earlier. I would say no later, but as Jack's unofficial little sibling, you basically get free reign over what you wanna do.

The morning is as normal as ever, he begins making his coffee 30 minites before your alarm. Coffee in hand, he heads to your room and opens the door, walking over to your curtains and opening them. As the light hits the room, he notices that he can't pick up on your heat signature at all. You arent in your bed, or anywhere around the room, which is very peculiar indeed. After some looking around, he hears a sniffle come from the closet. His ears twitch at the sudden noise, and he makes his way over to the area, softly opening the doors so as not to startle you.

You are curled up in a ball, crying quietly. Jack crouches down and softly calls out to you. You perk up and crawl towards him, hugging him close. He pulls you into a deeper hug and begins picking lint off your clothes. "What are you doing in here, turtle dove?" You sniff and begin to speak, your speech muffled by your face being stuffed in his shirt. "I didn't sleep because i don't feel good". This immediately worries jack, who takes your face in his hands and examines you "do you feel sick?" He asks. You shake your head. "No, i mean in here. I dont feel good here." You say, pointing to your heart. He looks at you quizzically, before seemingly understanding. "I see. Well it's not good for you to not sleep, no wonder you feel sad." He mumbles. "Come on, let's go curl up on the couch" he says, picking you up and carrying you on his hip, before setting you down on one of the couches and handing you a tv remote. "Go ahead and play a nice movie for yourself, I'll go make you some warm milk so that you can get to sleep."

You grab onto the bottom of his shirt. "But you'll stay, right? Until I fall asleep?" You ask him worriedly. He nods. "I will always stay with you, okay?" You nod and turn on your favorite movie. He returns with your milk and allows you to lay on him however you feel comfortable. You end up falling asleep in his arms while he plays with your hair. When he notices that you are asleep, he carries you back to your room and lays you on your bed, tucking you in and tidying up around the room, before leaving to get ready for work.

BEN

It was late at night, and BEN was sleeping. You open his door, holding your comfort toy. You tip toe over to his bed and tap him. "Ben..." no answer. "Ben!" He snorts and rubs his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Im up." He groans. You begin to sob, which stops him in his tracks. "Woah, woah, what's up, little dude? What's wrong?" He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You don't answer, you just keep on crying. He sighs and picks you up, placing you on his bed. "What's up?" He asks again.

You sniff and look up at him. "Can i sleep with you tonight?" He nods. "Yeah, if that'll make you feel better." You don't respond, instead you begin to curl up under his blanket. "You wanna play some video games?" He asks you. You shake your head, and he nods. He grabs his tv remote and turns on rain noises for relaxation.

If you want to cuddle up to him, he'll be fine with that and will hold onto you if you so desire.

If you don't he is also fine with that, he will roll over and go back to sleep the way he was. Don't be afraid to wake him up if you need him again.

[garbinge]

Library Daycare (2)

Angel Reyes x OC Isabeth ‘Izzy’ Flores 30 Day Fic Challenge (14/30)

Word Count: 3k A/N: I feel like I say this for a majority of my fics but this post-canon world I've thought up for Angel and Maverick is my favorite, I think about it everyday, I just, want him to be happy even tho most of my ideas for this are angsty HAHA.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Light angst.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie @kmc1989 Previous fic for reference.

Angel stepped into the library, Maverick in his arms and was staring at the bulletin board. His eyes were scanning over each flyer and business card that was pinned to it. The list of jobs that Angel felt capable of was slim. There were a lot of options, prep cook, lab assistant, front desk organizer, medical assistants, nurses, but none of those were things that Angel had any experience with. That’s when his eyes landed on the business card that was pinned to the flyer that said Farm Hand needed, the business card on top reading Rancho de Valle - Este. His free hand reached up to grab the information from the pin so he could get a closer look. 

Farm hand, operating and maintaining machinery, harvesting and planting crops, repairs, occasional livestock caring. Full time, housing on premise provided if desired, hourly pay, overtime opportunities, and medical insurance. 

“El Ranchitos.” A voice sounded behind him. 

He turned around immediately, a little startled by the voice while Maverick on the other hand cooed in excitement as he saw who was behind them. 

“Sorry I did not mean to scare you.” Izzy smiled at Angel and turned her gaze onto Maverick. Her hand quickly reached out to grab his foot. “Hi, you. I missed you.” Her voice was soft now, she didn’t want to scary anyone again. 

“You caught me deep in thought, that’s all.” Angel laughed as he adjusted Maverick in his arms. 

“Yes, El Ranchitos.” She repeated again pointing to the papers again. 

Angel looked down not seeing El Ranchitos anywhere on the forms and looked back at the woman he had brief conversations with over the last few months. “You’re familiar with them?” 

“De Valle’s are very well known in this town. They own all of El Ranchitos, de Valle Este is the one closest to the city that is a harvesting ranch, they have others in the city but they’re more like resorts, they had to adapt with the change of the world.” Izzy explained. “They’re good people, kind, understanding. I think de Valle Este is like 10 minutes from here by car.” 

“Thanks, yea I think I’m going to apply. Everything else is a bit out of my range.” Angel laughed awkwardly. “Just gotta figure out what I’m gonna do with him while I’m working, maybe I could hire someone to watch him if I take them up on this on premise housing.” He was thinking outloud now, but it was just a symptom of having no one above the age of 2 to talk with here. 

Izzy was leaning over in front of him now, reaching for something on the bulletin board. Her hand began searching around until she found what she was looking for and pulled it from the pin. “It isn’t a nanny, but we watch the kids all day, feed them, read to them, use the playground outside on good weather days, it’s a small group too.” 

“We?” Angel questioned his eyes moving from the library daycare flier to Izzy’s face.

“Okay, I, it’s my initiative. We did a trial run this summer with a handful of kids and it went pretty well. We have about 8 kids right now signed up for the school year, all local, have room for 10, I think Maverick would be a great addition.” Izzy grinned again, now looking at Maverick who giggled and brought his hands out to her in hope to be held by her. 

“How was I around like all summer and didn’t notice this?” Angel laughed and happily gave the child over to Izzy. 

These last few months he had gotten extremely comfortable with the woman and honestly safe with her, Angel as well. These last few months have consisted of Angel coming to most of the library events because not only did Maverick enjoy them but because they offered him peace around people which he didn’t have much of since leaving Santo Padre. There was a constant fear, a persistence to always look over his shoulder, double guess everyone he met, everyone who walked too close to him on the street, but at the library it was like that fear was nonexistent. He had made a friend in Izzy, which was exactly what he needed right now. 

“I have two other people that help out, it allows one of us to take off, or be more flexible around the library.” She answered as she bounced Maverick up and down in her arms. “They’re actually running daycare now, if you want to check it out.” Her eyes moved back to Angel as Maverick’s little hands picked up her I.D. that was draped around her neck with a lanyard. “No pressure.” She let out an awkward laugh. 

“No, yea.” Angel spoke up which earned him a confused look from the woman holding his child across from him. He smiled realizing how confusing his statement was. “I just meant we’d love to check it out.” 

Izzy nodded and brought them both to the children’s area of the library and opened up the decent size circular room that currently had a group of kids of a variety of ages drawing on tables. 

“Sticker drawing. Helps them with open ended exploration, we let the older kids come up with a story based on their drawings and the younger ones like it too.” She was placing Maverick down on the ground and he was quick to find himself at the small table grabbing a sheet of his own. 

“How big is the age range?” Angel wasn’t sure why he was asking questions, he knew this was the best place for Maverick if he was to get this job. 

“Right now 1 through 5. This group is a bit older because it’s the summer.” She put her hands over her chest as she watched over the kids. 

 Before Angel could answer there was a little girl who was about 4 walking up to Izzy holding out her sheet of paper towards her. 

“Wow, that’s beautiful.” The little girl was being brought up into her arms and instantly throwing her own around Izzy’s neck. 

“Well the kids sure love you.” Angel smiled. 

“I hope this one does.” Izzy rocked from side to side similarly to how she was with Maverick just minutes earlier, but this time she looked at the girl in her arms and kissed the side of her head. “This one’s mine.” 

Angel found himself at a loss of words at that statement. He didn’t expect it. It automatically made him think about his friendship with Izzy, this was something huge that she so easily went without mentioning. Then again, it wasn’t like she knew everything about his life, but she knew a lot about his current life, and this felt very much like her current life. Between not knowing about the daycare and now her child, he felt like he needed to take a major step back. 

“Are you okay?” She interrupted Angel’s thoughts. 

“Yea, sorry. Just didn’t realize you had a kid.” Angel wanted to rewind the last 10 seconds so he never said those words. 

Izzy’s face dropped a little and she looked back down at her daughter and placed her back on the ground and stayed at her level for a moment. “Go back with your friends, Abrielle.” 

As she stood up she turned to Angel, and nodded towards the door. For a moment he hesitated and looked at Maverick. “You can take him, but Olivia doesn’t mind watching him.” She pointed to the woman with the lanyard similar to her own that was at the smaller kids table. With a nod, Angel was walking out of the room and standing awkwardly in front of Izzy. 

“I know you understand the need for privacy, Angel. The need to keep things to yourself. If I recall the first time I met you, I put my own address in for your library card because you were two nervous to give out information.” It felt scolding almost the way she was speaking. 

“I–” Angel went to speak but she cut him off by holding up her finger and speaking over him. 

“I don’t need a reason to make a choice regarding my child, Angel.” Her accent came out strong when she said his name. “You out of all people should get that.” 

“I do, I’m sorry. I just thought we were friends.” Again, Angel was wishing he would just keep his mouth shut. 

Izzy sighed, her guard immediately falling down and with a shake of her head she spoke. “We are friends, Angel. I just need to be cautious with her.” 

“I get that.” He nodded. “I didn’t mean to do whatever this is.” He waved his hand around and laughed awkwardly. “If anything, I’m glad you felt comfortable to tell me, it’s cool, having a parent friend. Haven’t had many of those really.”��

“Well if you do the daycare thing, you’ll make more during pickup and dropoff.” She matched his humorous tone. 

“Don’t know if I want that.” He chuckled nervously.

“Why do you think I don’t tell many people I have a child.” Her eyebrows raised and her mouth curled into a smile. 

Angel laughed. “Well then I’m honored to be accepted amongst the few.” He looked through the window of the daycare door and saw Maverick laughing at something and he turned back to Izzy. “I’d like to sign him up, even if I don’t get this job, this is the right place for him.” 

Izzy smiled at that comment, she went to say something but bit her tongue immediately. Her desire to say that this is the best place for Maverick and him was high but she held back and simply nodded. 

“Let’s get you two signed up then.” 

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x gn!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 30: Cujo

Warnings: none

Jake had big dreams for you two and your relationship, which included a house with a white picket fence, a marriage, two or three children, by blood or adopted, and a dog or two.

The house and the marriage had been happily crossed off your list, with only two other points left now.

After months filled with discussions and sharing your thoughts on the matter it was finally settled.

You would go to a shelter to adopt a dog.

You had decided on a shelter because you didn’t want any breeders to make profit and you knew that there were far too many dogs left in shelters.

While they were cared for you felt like giving them a loving home would be something they deserved, and so you went to some shelters to look at dogs.

Of course you had talked about which breed of dog you’d prefer but you decided to just go with your guts.

Jake, the American model citizen, had suggested a Golden Retriever or a German Shepherd, but you had just asked him to wait and see.

You went through a few dog shelters and met a lot of cute dogs in need, small as well as big ones that just waited for a loving home.

A lot of them were friendly and trusting, just wanting to be held, but while you were happy with many of them, Jake was a little more reluctant.

You reassured Jake that it was alright to continue your search and you went on your way, driving along the shelters near you after work.

One Monday evening you went to a less popular shelter, one where the kennels seemed older and the caretakers overworked.

You were let into the room that held the dogs and walked past a few smaller ones, until Jake stopped abruptly.

You turned to see what he was up to and saw him reaching his hand out for a dog to sniff on.

The St Bernard wagged his tail tired- but enthusiastically as he moved forward to inspect your husband’s hand.

You moved to stand next to him to look at the very big dog, Jake seemed drawn to him in some way.

“Oh, that’s our St Bernard, he’s four and a half years old,” the caretaker that was accompanying you said as he saw you having interest in the canine.

“His name is Cujo, he’s the sweetest dog we have here,” he added, and both Jake and you looked up and chuckled at the name.

“People are scared of big dogs from the shelter though, so no one usually takes a second look. If you want my input he’s the best we have here,” he added, and Jake glanced at you.

He seemed almost shy as he looked at you, waiting for an opinion from you.

“He’s kind though?” You asked, and the pimply man nodded quickly.

“Yeah. He hasn’t and would never hurt a living thing,” the caretaker said, and Jake’s eyes grew even softer than before.

Jake filled out the paperwork the same evening and before you knew it Cujo had a new home.

He was a loving fellow and had a special bond with Jake, always wanting to stay close to him and finding his favorite spot near Jake’s feet in front of the couch.

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[jampookie]

🎸⚡ Max Trio Headcanons Time!!!! Yay!!!!

IF YOU HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN PLSSSSS TELL ME OMGOMG

Jaime:

- SHE DATED MARIA IN MIDDLE SCHOOL: IDC. THEYRE MIDDLE SCHOOL EXES what evidence do I have?? uhhh,,,.......none but i pinky promise they are.

- She's Chinese and Freeeench!!! : Chinese from her Mom and French from her Dad. She knows both languages fairly well and her favorite hobby is to say random things to Max in them that he will never understand (and loses his mind over~)

- She used to have medium length hair but cut it in freshman year: New Year New (Jai)Me!!!

- This is even more random than the Maria one but I hc her to be siblings with the spinoff ep 2 nurse: hear me out okay i just.........idk i think it's probably the lack of max trio content that's getting to my mind.

and it's just nurse lady has the same color palette as jaime ssss...sso...so....WHATEVER

- ⬆️ Adding to thisssss:

When she was a kid her sis was goth (liek as a teen? 10 year age gap between them im guessing) and mini 5 year old Jaime always felt INSPIRED🪄🪄 so she got alot of practice as a kid by stealing makeup hehehe and now she has a PhD in dressing goth! huzzah!

...most of her clothes are hand me downs but atleast she got a starter pack of some sorts 😾

- Whenever she's bored she practices her makeup-ing on Damien,: Since he can actually sit still. She tried it on Max but he either fell off the chair or subconsciously rubbed it all off when his face got itchy....whoops.

- She playssss....keyboard 🎹! I think! And she probably sings sometimes too. Lalalala 🎤🎤

- After Ep 11 events she made pretty good friends with Jake!!!:

Fun Scenario - One day Jaime just so happened to not have makeup on so she was just walking around with her natural BEAUTAY but Jake didn't recognize her like that so he released a quite high pitched SHRIEK and fell backwards thinking she was someone else. They were both quite confused.

- DAMIEN AND MAX CALL HER 'JAY' AS A NICKNAME: Change my mind😈😈😡🤑

- She's not very good at facial expressions:

If she's having the time of her life she'll slightly smile. If she fell off a cliff and lost a few limbs she might slightly pout. The other 99.99% of the times in her life are just a deadpan expression, 😐.

Max:

- MAAAAAAX MY MAIN MAN!!!!!: Before I FULLY start up abt him I just wanna blab a lil on how I think him and Jaime met.

In either Freshmen or MS (I can't decide) Jaime was just listening to music in art class minding her own business till a red and orange gremlin invited himself into her personal space. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE YOU LISTEN TO (certain cool band) TOO!?!? WHAAAAT!?!?" shrieked the gremlin, unaware and uncaring of the other 30 people in the room.

And there you go. Jaime Max friendship. Huzzah!

- Half Brazilian Half Mexican!!: Mexican from his Mom so he knows his Spanissssh!!! I've never thought about Max's dad so lets say he's fatherless. Good for him.

⬆️ - ONTO THIS: I also headcanon Drew as half Mexican (and half Filipino if anyones interested) so so so so SO me thinks Drew and Max are cousins! Teehee!

They used to get along. They fell out. Or the two sides of the family fell out? Can't decide but I will agree with any theory that suggest DRAX ENEMIES GAAAHHHH DRAX ENEMIES!!!!!

- He plays guitar, drums and also sings: Triple cool 😆

- His eyebrow piercing got irritated alot. Like ALOT:

He forgot to clean it. Damien tried endlessly to tell him he'd end up with a tomato brow if he didn't take care of it. He didn't really listen but hey it worked out in the end!! happy days!

- He has BIG mood swings BIG: This is canon but WHATEVER. I like to imagine some of the hangouts he has with his friends go like:

5 minutes in: Oh yay! This is a fun hangout!

10 minutes in: I HATE THE FLOOR AND I HATE THE TWO OF YOU GO AWAY LEAVRMA,LEN,ENNOW

12 minutes in: I love you guys pls neevrbr leavemr idk what Id do without u ❤️❤️ group hug guys group HUG❤️

13 minutes in: we're not hanging out anymore

13½ minutes in: NO COME BACK IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT

- He laughs either like a hyena or like Peter Griffin: he's either "SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGKAKLJJABLJAHLJIBJAKLBJAKLLJABJKBJAIBZIBAIJBIABJLIBIAIBJLIBJLALBJAJLBIKABJLIKBMAL" or "nyeheheheheheh...." depends if he's feeling BIG AND BOLD or mischievous cheshire cat 😈

- His love language is pacing around the room and telling you his grand bizarre plans and interests. Just endlessly talking....:

Me too Max. Me too.

- Sport is one of his other hobbies besides music he definitely loves the competitiveness part in sport class:

Half his classmates want him blown to smithereens, but hey he's a really good player so the sporty ones like him! He LOVES to win AND WON'T ACCEPT A DRAW EITHER HE WILL NOT

every time a draw happens he grabs the nearest ball and throws it at the nearest person while shrieking in agony

When his team wins hes like ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡🤣🤡😂🤣🤡😂🤡☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻 nanananananananan hahahahahah

- He has ALOT of his freckles because he's always outside:

It's the only reason Jaime and Damien have an ounce of Vitamin D, cause Max always drags them outside to hang out!

- TOOTH GAP. CANON. CANON. DONT CARE:

😁😁😁

- Him and Damien love South Park!!:

His favorite is probably Cartmannn..... He likes to imagine himswlf and Damien as Cartman and Kyle. He's very sad Jaime doesn't really watch it though.

- All 3 of them love Homestuck though!!!! When the 4th member of their band didn't DITCH THEM YET (🙄) They all cosplayed the Beta kids:

Max was Dave, Damien was John, Jaime as Roseeee.....and Loser Traitor 4th member was Jade. Screw you LT.

Damien:

Damikins Damikins Damishminkywins my little shmitten kitten booboo snooky cookie🥹🥹🥹🥹

HE HAS STRETCHED LOBES.: IM TELLING YOU.

He also has lazy eye: if you don't know what that is it's basically One eye is great and does it's job. Second eye sucks and goes loosy goosey (up down left right instead of centre we'll say.)

HE'S GERMANNNN: I can't decide if he actually speaks German though idk....hmmmmmmm yeah maybe actually

Likes to paint 🎨🎨: AND HE'S DAMN GOOD AT IT TOO 😈😈 He mainly does objects but sometimes people!

HIM AND HAILEY MAKE THE BESTEST FRIENDS!: They're both physically 17 but internally 97. They stand together, deeply sigh together and criticize the hideously idiotic people around them. Damiens the more talented one at it though.

⬆️ wait this just occured to me. Hailey Damien and Zander as a trio would be so great?? OMG

New HC!!!! Him and Zander both wear alot of jewelry (bracelets and rings and stuff) so they might trade some 🤔🤔: hmmm

He's one of those people that's naturally very good at Math: so he's always the one his friends (or just random classmates..) go to for either answers to steal or just for help. He doesn't really mind either, how kind of him 😁😁

Basic Stuff..

..like bdays and heights!!!

🎁

Max: December 3rd 2003

Damien: January 17th 2003

Jaime: October 31st 2003

📏

Max: 5'7 idk (170cm)

Damien: 6'3 (190cm)

Jaime: 5'3½! (161cm)

OKAY THERES THAT DONE. idk if you can edit posts i forgor but hey if i think of any more hcs or see any from others I like I'll come back and update. TY FOR READING ALL THIS BABBLING HELPME

[spicybylerpolls]

It is genuinely ASTONISHING to see how many people are against your blog because they believe “it’s bad/weird to fantasize” or they say stuff like, “analyzing is fine. fantasizing is evil.” Actually fantasization is a divine gift, a spiritual experience, one of the best things we can do as humans. And most clearly Bylers agree!

They spend all day fantasizing about Mike and Will holding hands, going on dates, kissing, even ‘making out sloppily’ but the second we on the spicy side say that we want Byler to fuck, people start freaking out. How dare you fantasize?

Stick to analysis, freak.

Can someone please tell me why sex is such a big weird scandalous taboo? Have we gone back in time? Is this an evangelical youth group? Is this Catholic school? Are we Mormons? To fight back, some say, “Oh I’m not fantasizing, I’m just exploring the character dynamics” as if fantasizing will implicate them as some kind of dirty rotten sinner, as if this is some kind of gotcha that will expose fandom nonces.

But I don’t get it. I’m doing both, unapologetically! I’m exploring Byler’s dynamics, just like we do with ever other HC and canon analysis point, AND I’m fantasizing about them fucking like rabbits until the end of time, just like we fantasize about how the Byler kiss will go or how Mike will finally admit his sexuality.

Last time I checked, sex is part of sexuality, it’s literally in the name, and it’s a Divine Gift. Mike and Will are not disembodied beings who only want to hold hands and look at flowers all day. They are gay teenage boys who are sexually ravenous for each other. It’s clear this era of Puriteens didn’t devour Reddie or Stenborough smut under the covers while giggling and kicking their feet. And none of them would have SURVIVED the Harry Potter fandom.

The other side of this are the adult fancops who are siding with the puriteens and constantly trying to cancel Bylers for thinking unholy thoughts. You can only think analytical thoughts while wearing suits and taking cold showers. Meanwhile 65% of the fandom is openly attracted to Finn, and I’m supposed to be gaslit into thinking this doesn’t translate into their experience actually watching the show? I’m supposed to believe they watched him drool over Will’s ass and then said, “No, he didn’t do that”?

“But why aren’t you fantasizing about adult ships like J0pper or JAncy or or or-”

Because I don’t care about them? No offense. I’ve never read J0pper or JAncy fanfic in my life. And this isn’t J0pper Tumblr? It’s Byler Tumblr. I’m a Byler and naturally I want to see my favorite characters rail each other romantically? And it’s very, dare I say, unnatural and unrealistic when you read fanfics and Mike and Will kiss each other and don’t so much as get a boner. One boner?

I’m so tired. It’s utter gobbledegook.

Especially giving the context of what Stranger Things and Byler represents, it’s so obvious that sexual exploration is the natural evolution for these characters in their arcs in Season 5. Self-actualization and an embrace of the queer experience in all its sensuality and beauty.

The shame WILL be on the other side.

yeah, all great points! I think people get overprotective and hyper-vigilant, and they want to make sure they're taking a strong stand against their nebulous, exaggerated, hypothetical image of the shadowy "30-year old creep" getting off to Byler smut in a dark room.

but you're right that all Bylers "fantasize" about many things, even those most vocal in the analyze-only movement. technically all of Byler is "fantasizing," since they aren't together yet and they are fictional. we're all just envisioning scenarios and situations!

for some reason tho, people are chill with people daydreaming about every romantic scenario imaginable and chill with people conjuring up sad, tragic, angsty situations involving Vecna and bullying and pain. but sex? no. sex is shocking, alarming, and frightening.

also, this is definition of fantasize:

there's nothing inherently creepy about that definition. It's neutral.

[moralisist]

miguel x reader

summary: you and miguel go on vacation !

“come on mi amor, smile for the camera!” miguel has taken almost about 100 pictures today alone, you believe. you appreciate the fact he wants to make memories but you’re tired of stopping every five seconds to take pictures of minuscule things. “miggy, this is a tree. a random tree. do we really need a photo of me standing next to a random tree??” you ask him with your eyebrows up.

“of course we do baby. this is our first vacation together. we have to make everything count, no?” you end up taking a picture with the tree just so you could see your man have a small smile and be at peace.

you guys decided to go on vacation since you were getting exhausted of everyday spider work and you could tell miguel was too, but he’d never admit it because spider work is his whole need of living. you took it upon yourself to take you guys on a nice trip to a nice resort with his credit card. miguel being miguel at first wasn’t on board.

“it’s too expensive mi sol.” “miguel you know damn well we can afford it.” you look up at him making sure to look in his eyes so he knew how serious you were about this. “not only that, we don’t have time. hay demasiadas cosas que hacer, people to see.” (*theres too many things to do*) he tries to wave you and this idea off but you’re not having it.

“jess can take care of it. come on miggy, they can take care of themselves. especially jess, she can have people in a tight rope if she really wanted to.” you walk closer to him giving him a hug. “i just wanna spend time with you. i can tell you’re stressed so this will be good for us. hm?” he looks at you knowing he’s gonna fold when he sees your face looking at him so sweetly. he sighs loudly. “okay baby. fine. fine! you win. we can… go on vacation.” once you hear those words you lightly squeal and give him a kiss on the lips. “okay we leave friday!! hold on lemme call jess, she owes me 30 bucks.” “w-what??? 30 bucks for what?? y/n! hey!” miguel calls out for you as you’re running out the room calling jess on your phone so she could give you that 30 because she really thought he wasn’t gonna go on that trip? while knowing hes whipped for you?? easy money.

and that leaves you here. watching the sunrise on the beach, as cliche as it is, is therapeutic for the both of you. you brought a big towel so the both of you can lay or sit down. you’re sitting inside of his legs/lap while you guys watch the sun go down and are just talking about everything you guys have missed from each other since things were busy.

“you really think they’re okay without me, mi amor? even tho i’d never show it to any of the spider people, i worry sometimes. everything i do is for their best interest.” he sighs sounding exhausted and his voice is laced with guilt. from his grumpy demeanor and his short temper, i’m sure none of the spider people even have a clue that miguel is even aware of their presence unless it’s with big missions or anything that has to do with work. “it’s okay miguel, i’m sure they know deep down. don’t worry about that right now. right now it’s just us. you can worry about the rest of them after this trip. that’s the whole reason i brought us here.” he laughs at you and you look at him confused. “you brought us here? baby, i saw my credit card information. this trip was in the 10 thousands?!!? i forgot i needed to talk to you about that actually-” “come on miggy let’s go get some drinks!” you get up running to the nearest bar that served your now favorite lemonade. “oh so you can put it on my tab?? i don’t think so baby.” he gets up and catches up to you and takes your hand while dragging you guys back to your spot. “we can get drinks later, on me. just… stay with me for right now okay? i like it when it’s just us.” youre laying on his chest on the towel now. you look up at him and see his face finally relax for the first time in a couple months. “me too miggy.” he kisses your forehead while holding you in his arms, making a note to do trips with you more often.

[iibonniee]

Day 5 | Lee Hoseok

Paring: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 953

Prompt: Christmas Movie Marathon

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

It was roughly 6:30 in the afternoon when Y/N walked through the door and was greeted with the smell of freshly made popcorn and an array of snacks on the coffee table. For a moment, she paused, trying to think of what made the occasion so special for such a feast for two people.

Turning her head only slightly to meet the home screen of a festive Netflix line-up, her eyes widened momentarily with surprise. Snuggled on the plush couch, Hoseok had set out their favorite fuzzy blankets, and softly glowing fairy lights twinkled from behind the TV set, casting a warm glow across the room, inviting a glow against the dimming evening light.

“You did all this?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with astonishment as she took in the cozy ambiance, her lips curling into an appreciative smile. Hearing the door close, Hoseok looked up, his face splitting into a dimple-showing grin.

“You texted me saying you had a stressful day. I thought this might help,” Hoseok explained, his voice soft but firm in its sincerity. He simply shrugged, the grin never leaving his face, and opened his arms in invitation.

Gently, he tugged her down to join him on the couch. Their hands instinctively sought out each other’s, the familiar intertwining of their fingers comforting her instantly. As they settled under the warmth of the neon-colored fuzzy blankets, the aroma of hot chocolate wafted from the side table, and the snowfall outside seemed less intimidating.

“So, what’s the plan for this grand feast?” Y/N questioned, her curiosity piqued.

Hoseok laughed light-heartedly, his eyes twinkling brightly under the fairy lights. His following words were barely a whisper as he leaned in closer, “A Christmas movie marathon - of the shitty sort,” he revealed with a chuckle, snuggling into their blankets, one hand reaching over to quickly press play on the remote. “I hope that sounds great.”

As the opening credits began to roll, Y/N could only laugh along, knowing full well that this would be an evening she definitely would not forget. Even though the prospect of watching questionable quality Christmas movies wasn’t exactly appealing, she already felt the tension from her workday ebbing away, replaced by a sense of comfort and warmth. In the end, she knew it was less about the movies and more about the company and the atmosphere Hoseok had so thoughtfully created.

They nestled deeper into the blankets, Y/N’s head comfortably resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, her laugh muffled into the thick fabric as she caught a glimpse of the cheesy holiday films they were about to endure.

They began the marathon with a film whose plot revolved around a reindeer getting lost in New York City. Not even 15 minutes into the movie, and they were both chuckling at the ridiculous storyline. In between mouthfuls of popcorn, Y/N mockingly commented on the movie characters’ unrealistic reactions, resulting in spirited debates that had them both giggling uncontrollably.

Hoseok, feeling the playful tension, cheekily threw a popcorn kernel at the screen just as an actor made a hilariously dramatic declaration of love. They laughed so hard at this that their sides hurt. This playful banter became a pattern as they cycled through a series of films that were each more ludicrous than the last.

At one point, they came across a movie featuring a Santa who forgot it was Christmas Eve. Y/N jokingly said, “Now that’s a plot twist,” Hoseok, unable to control his mirth, sent a cascade of popcorn kernels toward the screen in response. Their laughter echoed in the warm atmosphere, a beautiful symphony of joy more captivating than any movie plot.

As they made their way through the stack of movies, their laughter sounded like music against the backdrop of the softly playing TV. Amidst the flickering fairy lights, this was their perfect sanctuary under the warm blankets as they let the cheesy films wash over them in a tide of shared amusement and pure contentment. And so, the evening wore on, with no sign of the cozy movie marathon ending anytime soon.

As they spent more time, they noticed how each movie seemed to have its own unique brand of cheesy charm. The plotlines were predictable, the dialogues hilariously cliché, and the characters uniformly over the top, but in their own way, these elements made the experience all the more fun. Because with every exaggerated plot twist and over-acted line, it was another opportunity for Y/N and Hoseok to jest, their banter flowing easily as they picked apart

The quirky universe of each film. As another implausible plot twist unfolded on the giant screen, Hoseok leaned over, whispering, “My theory is all these characters are secretly alien spies.” Y/N stifled a laugh, replying with a raised eyebrow, “And their mission is spreading the worst fashion trends in the universe?”

They found joy in the harmless ridicule, every shared laugh bringing warmth into the room. Their playful exchanges initially stemmed from a need to lighten the mood, but with every comment and shared smile came a sense that they were becoming something beyond friends. It was a silent evolution, subtle yet profound.

The last end credits began to roll. Hoseok turned to Y/N, his eyes seeking out hers in the dim light. He asked, uncertainty coloring his voice, “Did it make your day any better?”

Y/N glanced at him, a small, still somewhat sad, yet noticeably happier smile gracing her lips. “Yes,” she replied, her voice steady. “It did.”

Hoseok paid close attention to her smile, a smile soon flicking on his face once he realized hers was genuine. He nodded, pulling her into a soft and loving kiss.

“One more movie?”

“Yes, one more movie!”

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

contents: heavy petting, allusions to sex, greiving

Part Nineteen

“You baked brownies?” I huff out a soft laugh. She’s seriously the cutest.

“My life is uneventful when I’m not with you or doing school,” she tells me, setting the tupperware down on my counter top.

I follow her into the kitchen to grab one of the brownies. I take a bite, and she immediately asks me if they taste okay. I hold up a finger as to tell her to give me a second to swallow the bite.

“So?” She asks, looking up at me.

“They’re amazing, Jade,” I smile.

She grins, looking accomplished. She tells me to eat as many as I want as she makes her way to my couch. She kicks off her sneakers before sitting down, legs criss crossed.

I grab another brownie before joining her on the couch. She’s already turning on the tv to a show we started together. It’s not a new one, but it’s one we turn on whenever she’s over. If I’m being honest, I don’t entirely know what’s going on because we don’t pay much attention to it. Usually, our tongues are in each other’s mouths whenever it’s on.

I haven’t kissed someone this much, and I’m not still not sure I’ll ever get used to her lips. I also don’t think I’ll ever get bored of them.

Jade’s hand turns my face toward hers, and I’m prepared for her to kiss me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she wipes my mouth with a soft laugh.

“Brownies are messy,” I say in my own defense.

“You’re messy,” she teases.

“Am I? Let’s test that,” I grin, pulling her to me.

I kiss her, not caring if it’s perfect or soft. She hums against my lips.

I pull away quickly, looking into her eyes. “Would you want to go out?”

“Like on a date?” She asks, a smile on her lips.

“Yeah,” I nod, my cheeks pink.

“I would love to,” Jade tells me. “When?”

I shrug. Dinner is too serious, and we’re not technically together. “How about 2?” A lunch date seems good enough for our situation.

“Sounds perfect. Let me go get ready,” she hops up from the couch.

It’s only 11am, but I don’t protest or tease her for leaving so soon to get ready.

I hop in the shower after pressing play on my playlist. The music accompanies the sounds of the shower head.

I take my time, washing my hair, shaving, singing to my shampoo bottle, etc. After getting out and drying off, I wrap the towel around my body and a cotton t shirt around my wet hair.

After some time of sitting on my bed and scrolling through my phone, still naked, I get dressed in a cute but causal skater type dress. I take my hair out of the t shirt and dry it the rest of the way with a dry brush that gives my hair some wave and volume.

I keep the makeup simple, knowing I won’t want to take a bunch off at the end of the day.

I’m ready by 1:30, so I wait in my room for Spencer’s text. I kind of hate that he can’t be the type to knock on my door to pick me up, but it’s worth not having my dad attempt to murder the both of us.

We go to a cute café downtown. Spencer’s dressed nice, but still more causal than his work clothes. We sit across from each other in a booth.

The two of us talk about anything and everything as we eat our lunch. I’ve ordered a sandwich and he’s eating soup, trying not to spill it on himself.

I’ve been on a few dates in my life, none serious or with people I truly liked, and I’ve never been more comfortable. Honestly, this hardly feels like a date, in the best way possible.

I’m smiling at everything he says, whether it’s a cute sentence or compliment or a weird fact he has stored inside his magnificent brain.

“Are you ready, my lady?” He says, offering his hand to me. He looks like a dork, but I love it.

“Yes sir,” I laugh softly, standing up as I take his hand. “Or doctor.”

When we get back to my apartment from our lunch date, I’m kissing her before we’re even halfway through my door. I just can’t help it.

Within less than five minutes of kissing, she’s straddling my lap, her hands in my hair. This is my favorite way to kiss her. She looks so pretty like this.

My hands grip Jade’s hips as our mouths practically attack each other’s. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, something I’ve found she likes. Seeming to have a mind of their own, my hands trail down to her thighs. She tugs on my hair that lays on the nape of my neck, telling me she likes that.

I grip her thighs tightly, listening to the soft noise Jade releases into my mouth with pride. My hands find their way up to her ass, I squeeze again.

Jade pulls away, and I’m about to apologize, but she smiles. Her lips hover above mine before she trails her kisses down to my jaw then to my neck. I grip onto her tighter as I let out a low groan.

I can hear her heavy breathing when she pulls pulls away from my neck. Her lips are close to my ear when she says “I like when you touch me.”

Her words trigger something in me, and I let out another noise. The ever-growing bulge in my pants twitches. I’m not sure if she notices, but she rolls her hips against mine as she sucks on my neck slowly. Her core slides against the tent in my lap, and I curse under my breath.

Without thinking with anything but what’s in my pants, I pick her up and help her lay down, back against the couch. Jade looks up at me, curiosity, pride, and nervousness in her eyes all at once. I hover above her, looking down at her before connecting our lips again.

I said before that her on my lap was my favorite position, but I think I’ve found a new one. She looks perfect underneath me.

My hands trail up from her waist. I pull away from her lips. Without a word, she nods and grabs my hand, placing it on her breast. She pulls me down to kiss her again. I take the opportunity to squeeze her. My lips fall back into the rhythm of kissing her while my hand cups her tit, holding mostly all of it in my palm as I play with it.

She moans softly, silently begging me for more. I want to give it to her. I crave to give it to her.

But I can’t.

I stop her as her hand grips onto the hem of my shirt. I don’t let her pull it up. I sit up, breathing heavy. I don’t glance at her because I have a feeling of what her face looks like right now.

Jade pushes herself up, sitting upright too. “Is something…?”

“I don’t want to have sex,” I say quickly. I’m partially lying. I do want to have sex, but not with her right now. Not yet.

“Oh,” she says, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her face. She nods, but I can sense a hint of hurt and confusion in her.

“I’m sorry, I just made this weird,” I sigh, running a hand though my hair.

“No, no, Spence, you didn’t,” she tells me, but I know she’s bluffing, “You’re right. It was getting a little… much. We can just watch the show.”

I nod, feeling a little guilty. She lays her head on my chest, definitely pretending not to notice the fact that I’m extremely hard right now. I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and cover us both with it.

We watch the show that neither of us really know the plot of as we cuddle on the couch.

I’m not entirely sure why I feel hurt by him stopping us, but I do. I mean, he has every right to say he doesn’t want to have sex. But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that it had nothing to do with him not wanting to do it and everything to do with me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Maybe he realized I’m not what he wants in that aspect of a relationship. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m inexperienced.

I don’t know, but I do know it’s going to eat at me for the rest of the day.

After a moment’s thought, I realize maybe I wasn’t entirely ready anyway. I mean, yeah, if I’m going to have sex with anyone I want it to be him. But I also don’t exactly know what to do. Obviously, I know the playbook, I read, I watch movies, but I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Spencer.

I’ve never thought like this before. Usually I’m confident, and I’m sure of everything. I’m a law student, I have to be confident. But with him, I feel different. I don’t feel like the lion anymore, I feel like the weak-in-the-knees prey.

I try to not let these thoughts consume me as we continue watching the show. He grabs us both brownies that are still on the counter from this morning. Things between us are a little awkward as we sit and eat in a mostly silent environment.

I leave his apartment around 6, feeling like I need some time alone. I’m not upset with him at all for stopping our hormonal touch fest, but I’m still not sure it wasn’t because of me.

“Where do you keep disappearing to?” My dad chuckles as I walk through the door.

“I went to lunch with a friend then I was at CeCe’s,” I lie. “Her brother needed help with homework, and I’m here so why not?”

CeCe’s brother is a senior in high school now, and since his sister is in New York again, it does seem very likely for him to ask me for help. I’ve known the kid since I’ve known his sister, and that feels like it’s been forever.

My father nods, a soft grin on his face. “You know he has a crush on you.”

“What? No he doesn’t.”

“He totally does,” Dad laughs.

I roll my eyes as I make my way toward the stairs.

Now that I think about it, Josh was always very friendly whenever I was at his house. But he was a middle schooler, and I was way too occupied with mine and CeCe’s “mature” problems to even really notice him. I guess it’s kind of similar to my crush on Spencer when I was Josh’s age.

I plop down on my bed and pick up a book. It’s the book I bought when Spencer took me to the bookstore. I crack it open and start reading.

I allow myself to get lost in the words, in the world. When I was younger, I would read to escape my real life. I would get consumed by fictional worlds rather than dwelling on the fact that my father was hardly home.

I’m particularly fascinated by fantasy novels. It’s a bit out of character for me, but I like reading of people and societies much different than what I actually come in contact with.

I set the book down when I can no longer handle reading of a mother daughter relationship. Of course, the one young adult book where the parents are present happens to be the one I picked out.

My heart is pounding quickly.

Grief works in funny ways. Sometimes I’m fine, and I can think of my mother with a smile and a warm heart. Then other times I feel like my entire world is crashing down like it did when I got that call. It’s like she has died all over again, and I’m feeling the unbearable pain of it all over again.

I close my eyes, leaning my head against the head board of my bed. I’ve felt too many emotions today. My stomach has twisted and turned too many times today.

The worst part about this grief is that I can’t talk to anyone. Not anyone who’d understand at least. I would rather suffer alone than bring up my mother to my dad, and even if I did, he wouldn’t quite get my perspective just like I’d never truly understand his.

My brother is too young to talk to about the pain. I know he feels it too, and I wish everyday that I was the one in that house with Foyet and not my four year old brother. He’s just a baby, a little kid. I know he heard what happened to our mom, even if he doesn’t remember it well. It should’ve been me there, not him. But I’m not so sure I’d be as good as a hider as he was. I know my dad believes that if I was there, I would’ve died too. Maybe that’s true.

I just can’t help but dwell on the fact that I wasn’t there. I was an hour away. I didn’t get to say goodbye. I hadn’t even spoken to her in a week.

Deep breath. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears I didn’t even feel stream down my face. As much as it hurts, maybe I needed this. To feel it. Even just for a minute. At least the pain means I’m here, and that I loved someone so deeply that I’ll never truly get over the loss.

I’ll give myself an hour or so to lay in bed being overwhelmed with all the emotions that have gnawed at my stomach today. I’ll allow the wallowing for some time, then I’ll pick myself up. For my dad. For Jack. For myself.

twenty

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[20dollarlolita]

Did you know that sometimes, you do something totally normal in the tumblr editor, something that you could accidentally do very easily, and it decides to eat your entire post? It just deleted over an hour of work? Did you know that it does that?

Isn't that swell?

THE RANDOM LOLITA 30 DAY CHALLENGE, DAY 10: 10 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IN LOLITA.

We're doing a challenge from 2011 and we're doing it very slowly. We're actually doing it even slower, because we wrote half of this post, hit ctrl+z, and tumblr just fucking deleted it with no way to get it back. Glorious. 10/10, fucking hate it.

This challenge number was a little weird for me. I've been doing lolita since 2011, and the answers that I would have given in 2011 are probably very different than the ones I'm giving in 2023. Having that framing makes me feel very nostalgic.

Let's get into it. If tumblr eats this again, I will be throwing the entire website out the door.

Number 1) A comfortable petticoat that stays the right shape, and that I don't have to worry about crushing.

Back in my early days, one of the first things that I bought for lolita fashion was a real petticoat. One of the most critical elements of a lolita fashion look is the shape, and having a foundation that gave me the right shape helped things that I was making look a lot more like real lolita.

(Early 2012)

My first ever petticoat, which is under the red dress, was made out of muslin and some walmart tulle. I believe it used this tutorial. While that dress wasn't ever going to look really lolita super well, the petticoat issue sure isn't helping.

These days I have a Wunderwelt petticoat that I got in 2016, and it's so very enjoyable to have a petticoat where the only concern is that it might be too big for a dress. I love how little work it takes to add the proper shape to a coord.

Number 2) Definitely lolita shoes.

When I wear lolita out and about, I've noticed that one of the things that changes stranger's reactions is the shoes. If I've got some distinctly lolita shoes, like RHS, people tend to ask if it's a fashion. If I'm wearing lolitable shoes that could also work in a non-lolita outfit, I get asked what costume I'm wearing.

(Late 2013)

Baby lolita me had a pair of black Mary Jane pumps from Target, and those were my lolita shoes for several months. In my first ever Bodyline order, I got some brown tea parties, and about a year later I bought these pink RHS and white flats.

And that was it. That was what I owned for lolita shoes from 2013 to 2016. Coords were black, brown, pink, white, or else I wore shoes that didn't match. Occasionally I'd go crazy and get some short boots into the mix, but this was my lolita shoe collection.

I have at least four tutorials in this blog about how to fix shoes, because I don't let my shoes die until they're absolutely dead and gone. Those brown tea parties are now painted gold and have been turned into very dangerous roller skates. I had to take a five-ish mile offroad hike in the white ones, which destroyed the bottoms as well as permanently staining the ribbon frill brown. These are, to this day, the only lolita shoes that I've ever thrown away. The other two pairs of shoes I still have.

My closet doesn't look like a BTSSB show room because I have to keep the rubbermaid tub of skulls somewhere, and the closet seems the best place.

In the seven years since I started buying lolita shoes again, I've collected several pairs. A lot of these pairs were in the $5-$30 price range, and none of them have been disposed of. This is just seven years of collecting shoes.

Number 3) Little details that are fast to add to a coord.

So, TJ Maxx sells these little clip on ribbon bows in their baby department, and they're my new favorite fast and easy accessory. They can go in your hair. They can go on your dress. They can go on your shoes. It's wonderful.

I've said a whole lot that making a lolita coord is about adding all the details that you think you should add, and then adding 3-5 more details. It's very easy to underestimate how detailed a handmade lolita piece should be.

Something that I didn't fully appreciate until recently, at least not to the extent that I currently appreciate it, is how much your overall coordinate can benefit from the same thing. If you CAN throw on some little extra bows and bracelets, it generally looks better if you do that.

I have very small wrists (both wrists together cannot hold a 4-week old kitten) and jingling loose bracelets often drive me nuts. I finally found out that stretch bracelets meant for kids will fit on my wrists, won't jinglejangle, and also won't pinch. As a bonus, they're like $1 for a 2-pack, so I went a little bit nuts stocking up on them.

I've got a couple of tutorials on making your own cheap, small details that you can just plop onto as many coords as you'd like.

Number 4) Sewing machine.

(Feb 2011)

My first lolita dress was handmade. Making my own garments and accessories has always been an important part of this fashion for me. I don't have as much to say about this, because it's just so constantly present in everything that I do.

I've learned about lolita fashion by sewing it, and I've learned about sewing by sewing lolita fashion.

(October 2010)

I made my first lolita dress on a pretty basic sewing machine (the precursor to the Janome 3160QDC). I've since sideways-graded to a really basic 80's Singer. Despite having a very fancy embroidery machine, I don't sew on it. My last service said I've done 5 hours of sewing and 170 hours of embroidery on that machine. I know what I need, and I have what I need.

Number 5) Five Below's $5 bike shorts

They're $5. They come in every color.

Your tights falling down? Bike shorts. Your bloomers pretty annoying to wash and so you want to keep them off your skin to avoid having to wash our sweat stains? Your car a little bit funky and you might need to lie down on the ground to change your tire? Bike shorts. Little old lady in a wheelchair might pick up your skirt to see if you're wearing pantaloons? and you're not wearing pantaloons? You're never going to be more glad that you have bike shorts.

When I was new to lolita and like 12 years stupider than I now am, I had smaller petticoats, and always figured that high-coverage tights and standard underoos were modesty enough, with bloomers being necessary for coords with socks. Get a fuller petticoat, and you stop feeling like that. Bike shorts at Target were like $15 a pair, because they're designed to be comfortable to wear when you're riding a bike. I'm not riding a bike. I'm walking through walmart to buy some milk. I'm not going fast because I have 5" of fake wood glued to the bottom of my foot. I don't need your comfort features. I need $5 bike shorts.

These have pockets in them so that you can stash emergency money or a fortune you got from Panda Express in 2020 that says, "Be ready to take an important journey soon," on it.

Yes, the pantaloons thing happened to me, and I actually was wearing bloomers. Yes, the woman pushing the tiny old lady in the wheelchair clearly had never been more embarrassed in her life.

Number 6) Men's undershirts.

Call it a singlet, call it an a-shirt, please don't call it a wifebeater. These things are made of a ribbed knit that stretches to accommodate boobs and curves very well. They're meant to be washed the heck out of. I can't throw my dresses into the washing machine on the crazy hard cycle and throw them in a hot dryer and figure whatever happens happens, but these things are THREE. DOLLARS. EACH. A whole lot of not perfect things can be forgiven when the under shirt is $3.

The neck doesn't work on OPs or some blouses, but they're also three dollars each, so I wear them any time I can. Women's undershirts are $12-18 EACH so I can't just buy 30 of them. If you want some bonus armpit protections, men's t-shirt undershirts are only like $5 each.

Number 7) Oxiclean.

A lot of lolita fashion is about our super fancy, super detailed prints. These are prints that look lovely when you're up close to them, so it's important to not have dingy and dirty and faded prints, especially when you paid good money for that printing. All hail Oxiclean.

I went to go take a picture of the jumbo boxes of oxiclean that I buy, but it looks like someone threw the box on the ground and then went to lie in her bed like nothing bad happened. (She wasn't hurt and I cleaned it up so she couldn't get it on her paws and lick it).

Also yes, my cat has her own little personal heater. It turns off if it's tipped over, so she will turn it off whenever she gets too hot.

Number 8) Parasols.

First of all, it turns out that finding offbrand parasols for lolita is a super cool challenge. They're not very common, so when you do find one, it feels like a big accomplishment.

I love parasols for a lot of reasons. I was going to get coffee with a friend, and someone was acting kind of strangely outside the shop. I liked that I had something in my hands to potentially use to keep that person away from me if they decided to approach me way too quickly. My doctor and I thought for a while that I had a condition where if I went in the sun, my skin attacked my internal organs, so I started carrying umbrellas for that. It's very sunny where I live. Before I lived here, I lived where it was very rainy, and having a nice couple of ruffled RainStoppers was good to have on hand.

(May 2011 | Sept 2013) I've actually collected parasols for longer than I've really been into lolita. Pic on the left was pre-lolita times. I absolutely loved that parasol and took it everywhere that I could. Pic on the right is the earliest picture I could find of my white RainStoppers that I got at Target, which I still have somewhere in my car. Mostly that pic is there because of my cats. Also the pictures just felt like a nice weird little bit of symmetry.

Anyway, when someone's taking a pic of you without asking, you can block it with your parasol. My relationship with parasols in lolita is complicated, because I feel like I shouldn't need to have a weapon with me, but here we are.

Number 9) All the info that baby me chronicled. Everything I've learned and everything that I didn't used to know. I have so much fun looking at my old cringe coords and all of the things I did that I know are wrong now. I really miss the way I fearlessly tried things out and the rate at which I churned out new pieces. There's some pieces that I don't have anymore and I miss those things. I used to have some old school AP socks that I have no clue where they are. Seeing the way I used to have my bedroom set up so that I'd still have space to sew. Looking at the dates on pictures and thinking about what I was doing back then. Most of these pictures are from back when cell phone cameras were awful, and I've had to edit all of them to get better exposure before putting them up. There's memories I have of us all carrying around digital cameras to save things, because cell phones just weren't there yet (also some of us didn't have pix messaging plans and had to pay 25 cents per picture to get them to our computers). I looked at the bottom of my pink RHS the other day and the tread's all the way worn off. That's so interesting to me, that I've worn pink-shoe lolita enough that I completely wore the tread off.

Jan 1, 2014 "Sometimes the best thing ever is to walk into Starbucks and watch a five year old’s eyes go as wide as they can, point at you, and say loudly “Mom, is that a real person?” Sometimes the best part is watching the mom go BEET red."

I remember that event so specifically. It was one of the first times I'd actually worn the head-eating bow in public. It took me several years to warm up to the head-eaters. I remember exactly what the mom and the kid looked like, but also until I read this post, I'd completely forgotten about this whole incident.

Number 10)

This blog, and the people who read it, interact with it, comment on it.

I really cannot explain how amazing this community is to me. I think the first time I saw someone link someone else a tutorial I made was just a couple of years ago. It was so exciting. Every time i meet someone who is afraid to get into lolita fashion due to the expense, and I'm able to tell them that there's a whole COMMUNITY of people who want to do lolita for less, it's amazing. I started this blog because I felt like I could make myself some accessories for not a lot of money, and I just needed the motivation to do it. But now it's so much better than that. I'm still making things for me. I make things I want and things that I'll use and things that I can make. But I'm also making them for other people, who also need the same kind of help. I teach myself new things so that I can answer questions I've been asked. Every time I have to research an answer for someone, that person has helped me grow.

It's just amazing. Thank you.

[anonymous-badger-238]

more questions (sanrio asks)

@nuklearis-sutotok I keep finding these lists on your blog so this means I'm doing it

sanrio asks

kerroppi: what's your comfort film?

There are so many movies that it's soooo hard for me to choose just one. I don't usually watch movies more than twice, either. But I'm gonna have to go with Forrest Gump.

chococat: what do you miss the most about your childhood?

Not having to worry about college and my future and politics and world news and everything. When I was young I didn't get it.

gudetama: which animal do you think you're most like?

My mom thinks I'm like an elephant. Guess we'll go with that, then.

hello kitty: if it were possible, which planet would you want to live on other than earth?

I'm boring so let's go with Mars.

pochacco: are you a naturally flirty person?

I don't really try that hard.

little twin stars: how would you describe your style?

It's mostly hoodies and jeans.

my melody: what is your dream job?

I'd really like to be a chemist one day.

badtz-maru: favorite place you've traveled to?

Medford, Oregon.

Washington, DC. Maybe I'm biased because I went in April and took selfies with the cherry blossoms and literally all of the monuments on the National Mall. And the weather was good. Reminds me of this song I was listening to after waking up at 5:30 am in my hotel room. What was I talking about again?

pompompurin: how tall are you? do you wish you were any taller or shorter?

I'm like 5'1 but I have these platform sandals that make me around 5'2 or 5'3 and I wear them whenever I can. I wish I were taller honestly. Then I'd be able to reach things.

tuxedo sam: what is your love language?

That's hard. I just try to support people by listening to them whenever they need help. Like I don't try to fix all their problems I just try to make them feel validated. That should be enough.

cinnamoroll: favorite dessert?

Almond cake from IKEA.

pekkle: beach or mountains?

As a born-and-raised San Diegan I am required to answer with the beach. There's always something special about that feeling when I'm jogging by Torrey Pines and taking pictures with the birds. The best time to visit is when there's the King Tides.

kuromi: if you could have any hair color, what color would you choose?

I've always wanted to dye my hair dark blue.

pandapple: what genre of music do you listen to the most?

J-pop obviously but also I'm kind of into thrash metal.

charmmy kitty: what are your favorite video games?

Pokemon and Project SEKAI.

chi chai monchan: are you more introverted or extroverted?

Honestly, I don't know. That's what I tell everyone. Going by Jungian psychology an introvert is someone who recharges by spending time alone and that's actually very true. Like I'm all for social gatherings but after that I just need some alone time.

lloromannic: what are your favorite pizza toppings?

Barbecue chicken. That's just how we roll in California.

bonbonribbon: do you have any tattoos? if so, how many?

None and I don't want to get any.

dear daniel: can you sing well?

It's not up to me to judge my own singing voice. I just sing because it's fun. And so I can mix covers and make music videos because that's my favorite part of the process.

my sweet piano: which social media app do you use the most?

Tumblr obviously and also Discord. Those are the only two socials I have.

So yeah I guess I'm done