#like sometimes people just die without saying sorry

[moe-broey]

My therapist hasn't killed me yet 👍

[foldingfittedsheets]

Hey real quick PSA: If you have food allergies TELL RESTAURANTS. I know it’s inconvenient and sometimes people are shitty but for real, please, tell waitstaff it’s allergy specific, don’t just order it without the allergy ingredient.

This was brought up in my mind again since my step-MIL would get furious if someone presented her with a food she couldn’t eat with her Crohn’s but she’d never told them in the first place what she couldn’t have or how severe her reactions were.

When I worked at the pizza place a ton of people would order pizzas without cheese for a variety of reasons, but only occasionally would they say it was because of an allergy.

This one day a white lady came in and ordered three pizzas with no cheese. I have no explanation for why I followed up, especially because she was extremely moody and snippy. But I asked, “Is this because of an allergy?”

“Yes,” she snapped.

“If it’s for an allergy you should know we do use a small amount of cheese in the red sauce as well. Is the allergy severe?”

“What? Yes, he’ll literally die, his throat closes up and stuff.”

I stared at her. Someone she was serving pizza to would die on contact with cheese? And she didn’t even bother to tell us that?!!?? Why in gods name was she even in a pizza place???

“Don’t you have anything without cheese?” She demanded.

I ended up doing a garlic rubbed crust with toppings.

I had to scrub down all the counters and surfaces and grab fresh bins for all the toppings to try to avoid any cross contamination and the extra time made her roll her eyes in exasperation. Like I’m sorry safety protocols are inconvenient but I hope this person you’re trying to murder leaves your life.

But anyway. Please be safe. Disclose your allergies.

[angelltheninth]

When Arcane Men Get Jealous

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Finn, Marcus, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, jealousy, possessive behavior, being protective, kissing in public, biting, holding hands, public display of affection, canon typical violence, suggestive

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A/N: Would die if they were jealous over me. Melt into a puddle. Gone.

When Viktor gets jealous he gets a bit more withdrawn than he usually is. Not that he was ever a social butterfly, however he was always more open and happy to talk when it was with you. So his behavior is odd, he even seems to get quieter whenever you walk into the room. Like he's trying to remove himself from you with silence.

"I am not avoiding you. Look, there has been a lot to do for the past week, I'm sorry if you got a bad impression but I was simply busy. If you want more company, go ask Jayce, or Skye, I'm sure they will be more than happy to entertain you, darling."

Viktor is short with his answers, saying as little as possible to minimize the amount of time he spends talking to you. Not because he doesn't want to talk to you, he loves talking to you, but if he keeps talking there's a chance he might say something he's going to regret. And end up hurting you.

"There you go again with these ridiculous accusations. You won't leave it alone will you? So now it's my fault that your project is running late? I would have been happy to help but someone was too busy talking with... you know what, nevermind. You're right, we both have a lot to do, so let's just drop this conversation and focus on work."

If you keep getting in the way of his work, Viktor will eventually come to a breaking point. Him not being able to work is only adding to his emotions, and he's never been the best at dealing with them. While he doesn't exactly yell at you, it's very rare that he ever raises his voice there's a notable frustration in his words, and pain, fear that you'd leave.

"If I'm being so unreasonable then leave. Go. Have fun. I know it's not idea to be cooped up in the lab all the time. There are so many more things to do out there. if you... want to go with other people I suppose I can't stop you, nor can I stop my own jealousy. How am I being even more unreasonable? I know you wouldn't leave me without talking about it. Look... I do not... want you to leave, working is more fun with you. But am I truly all that you want? Me? This lab? Because you're all I want. All that I can think of."

When Jayce gets jealous he keeps invading your personal space when you're around the person or people he's jealous of. His behavior is nothing innapropriate or pushy. It's just his arm around your waist, just him bringing you that drink you wanted, just him bragging about you a bit too loud and saying how much he loves you.

"You really are great, babe. How in Runterra did I ever find a beauty like you huh? What's that bashfulness for now, I always praise you, and I'm never gonna stop. You're my girl right? I can be a proud boyfriend and talk you up every once in a while."

Physical affection a big deal to Jayce and a way he shows he cares but also a giveaway to his jealousy. He holds your hand longer, his eyes flicker between you and the one he's jealous off, his smile is a bit more nervous when he has to leave you alone. Then there are his kisses, not as gentle, not a little, quick peck on the edge of your lips but a real kiss, lips pressed against yours until you let him know you need air.

"Got a bit carried away there. Ah, sorry, I can't resist you sometimes. All the time. Do you expect me to when you wear lipstick like that? Makes your lips look like they're made to be kissed. By me specifically. I'd kiss you all night long, for the rest of our lives and never get tired of it."

Jayce keeps denying that he's jealous when you bring it up in a teasing way. Logically there's no reason to get jealous, everyone knows your relationship is doing great, in fact you're hardly ever fighting and even when you are it doesn't last too long. How does he turn that part of his brain off? How can he not get jealous when all those people look at you the way he looks at you?

"They're always looking at you. How can you not notice? It's so obvious. You don't notice because... you're only looking at me? That doesn't even make sense! Of course they're looking, you're breathtaking everywhere you go. I just hope that wherever you go, you'll always take me with you, because I want to be by your side forever."

Ekko often jokes about being jealous so you don't pick up on him actually being jealous. A little jealousy is fine but not when it's getting in the way of his missions and operations with his team. He'd been a bit distracted in the past, by one of the Firelights flying too close to you, so he pushed his way between you two.

"It was the formation! Which you would have remembered if you weren't too busy chatting. Come on, Firefly, get your head in this. Otherwise you're gonna make your leader jealous. Wouldn't want that right? What if... what if you get demoted for it? Hey! Ow! I wouldn't demote you, who would listen to all my plans?"

When you have free time together Ekko makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible. If you're together all the time there's less chance that someone else will swoop in and flirt with you. He would never describe his behavior as being clingy, all he wants is to spend free time with his girlfriend. That is perfectly normal behavior.

"What do you say we go out to get some food? We don't have to spend all our time here. Not like the tree is gonna burn down if we're away for a couple of hours right? Besides it's been a while since it was just you and me all alone. Miss being alone with you. Don't you miss it too?"

If the person he's jealous of ever puts you in danger in any way Ekko will go off on them. Harder than he scolded others in the past. He might let some of his jealousy show then, but he storms off, well flies off before you can talk to him. As much as he wants to be alone he also makes room for you on his hoverboard when you float down next to him.

"Shouldn't have went off on them like that. I know, you don't gotta say it, I'll say I'm sorry. Let cool off a bit. You'd think that if they were flirting with you that much they could have been looking out a bit better. I'm always looking out for you. Maybe a bit too much. Sorry if I've been weird about it lately. Would you forgive me if I took you on a romantic hoverboard ride?"

No one wants to piss off a big man like Vander by flirting with his wife. Everyone values their life and their bones too much. But... they stare at you. Quite openly actually. You see it, and you bet he sees it too. He sees everything that's happening at his bar and he won't stand for someone ogling his wife, even if he has to get aggressive about it.

"It's my damn bar, I've got the right to break the table with their heads when they're looking at ya like that. Tell ya what, a lot more people would avoid this place if I started beating up every asshole that looks at ya wrong. Only reason I don't is cause I don't want ya to be mad at me after."

He hasn't banned anyone from his bar in a very long time. Vander knows he tolerates a lot, this is Zaun, and some people don't have the best manners, that's not exactly their fault. But on the other hand if they start something with him then he will finish it. When he tells them to stop looking at you like you like you were one of Babette's workers and they get in his face he will pick them up and throw them out.

"Bastards had it coming. I tried to be nice, then they had to go and call ya names. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let anyone insult my wife. Not here, not on the streets, not anywhere. I went there and I wanted to talk to them, tell them to fuck the hell off, they were the ones who started getting violent. So I responded in kind."

Vander calls you over to the bar a bit more often if he sees a particular table is trying to monopolize you. He carries some of the drinks over, the food plates too, or he simply walks up behind you when one of the guys is getting flirty. Seeing his imposing, huge frame behind you, his muscles bulging, is enough to get most to back off you.

"See, darlin', I can talk things out just fine. When people are being smart about it that is. Might have to stop selling so much booze in this place, then they won't be so bold with ya. Ya are a pretty sight, I can't say otherwise. But ya are a pretty sight for me, not them, ain't that right? Mhm. I know, I'm all yer's too."

Silco never ever says he's jealous of anyone. He is the most powerful man in all of Zaun, everyone is scared of him and with good reason. As the Eye of Zaun he knows when people are looking, talking too, and might even try to touch you. Those people are often payed a not so nice visit by his men.

"I did hear about that gang, yes. It's very unfortunate that they don't know how to keep their noses where they don't belong. It's not that big of a loss on our end. There are a hundred people who can do their work, and better. All that matters is that they won't even have to think about not touching you again."

He rarely has to get his own hands dirty when he gets jealous. All it takes is him saying who the target or targets are and he makes them dissapear from Zaun. That doesn't always have to be deadly, but if they're really dumb it is. If Silco feels that you're in some kind of danger then he will keep you close by. He tries to distract you from seeing he's jealous.

"All I'm saying is that we could take a break from work. Sevika and Jinx can handle a week of it. And you and me can lock ourselves up in our home and not come out. The bedroom works perfectly fine too, if you'd rather spend our time in there. And what is it that I'm doing, darling? Jealous? You are an observant one. I wouldn't want you any other way."

The only time Silco will threaten someone in person is if that someone is bold enough to flirt with you in front of them. He can scare people within an inch of their life just by talking to them, he's not just a good businessman, and some people tend to forget that. He has Zaun in the palm of his hand, and everyone in it.

"He did not actually piss himself. Did he actually. Hm, I wasn't look at him anymore to be honest. He was spineless, surprising given he talked to you like he did. Guess he was thinking with his other head a bit too much for his own good. Why are you looking at me that way? Ah, I see. Looks like someone enjoyed watching me put a scumbag into his place a bit too much."

Since Finn isn't someone who would take anything lying down he will be damned before he sees someone coming onto his woman and not do anything about it. He might have a certain charm about him but that doesn't mean he's not ready to makes heads roll the moment when someone crosses any kind of line with you. Imaginary or otherwise.

"Hah, did you see that doll? As soon as I threw one punch he went down. All his buddies ran like rats. Left him all alone there. After all that tough talk and he couldn't even defend himself. Serves him right. He's lucky all I did was break his nose when he flirted with you. I wasn't even that far away."

Finn will make out with you in front of who ever he is jealous of just to prove a point to them. And while he has you moaning, has your head buried against his neck and your body running hot he will look at the other person and stick his tongue out at them, right before making a V with his fingers and putting his tongue between them. He's vulgar but it gets the point across very well.

"All these people looking at what's mine. Now, I can't have that right? I love that you're showing off your body, it's a great body, you know how much I love it. But sometimes I want to keep you away from prying eyes. And if I can't the least I can do is give them a show. Make them know I'm the only one who can touch you."

His jacket is a signature part of his outfit, but Finn will let you wear it. Hell, he will walk over and drape it over your shoulders while not even looking at whoever you're talking to. Sometimes they're not worth looking at when he can look at the pretty way you blush as you touch his hand that's lingering on your shoulder.

"Thought you looked a bit cold there. Keep this on all night. Later on I'll help you warm up my way, a much more fun way. Don't even worry about your perfume getting all into this, love having your scent all over me. And by tomorrow you're gonna be wearing all of my marks."

There are a lot of people in the Enforcers who tease Marcus about having such a pretty wife. He knows you're pretty, but he doesn't like that the department is noticing it so much as well. Not that there's any way for him to hide it, or that he wants you to hide it, that would be a real crime.

"I was not pouting. That is so childish. I was glaring at them. Well, they were the ones who stared first. You visit me at work, like that's such a big deal. We're married, honey, I pick you up from work too. Why is it such a big deal here? I think they're just trying to get a rise out of me."

Won't deny that he's feeling jealous or shy away from showing it. When Marcus notices any of his men flirting with you he makes them work extra hard that day, he gives them more paperwork, something that everyone hates there, or assigns them to the toughest jobs that he knows will take them days to complete. He can't help but chuckle when you visit again and they're too tired to flirt with you, they just say hello.

"What do you mean I'm picking on them? Of course not. You know how hard it is to deal with all these extra cases. Someone has to take on a few more. No, the fact that it's the same Enforcers who gave you flowers that one time has nothing to do with it. You think it does? And do you have evidence of this accusation?"

Marcus isn't shy about kissing you in front of the whole department. If that's what it takes to send them all a clear message to back off. It's always perfectly chaste kisses, but he does make sure that everyone hears him say he loves you when you leave. He smirks when eyes turn to him and he wishes them all a good rest of their day.

"Now you call me petty. All of these accusations and you still don't have any evidence. That's not a very good way to have a case. You've been keeping count have you? Oh. You... actually have been keeping count? I'm guilty? Fine, you got me, you got me. Maybe... that was a little petty of me, but I'm not sorry."

Every time Loris is jealous it's almost impossible for him to hide that fact. He's a big guy, nothing about him is easy to his, not even his emotions. And he's loud, so every time he huffs, mumbles something, or grunts you hear it. Your eyes meet and he looks away, his hand grasping yours and running his thumb over the back of your hand.

'They were staring at you a bit too much for my liking, pretty girl. If they were as tough as they pretend they were they should have held their ground more. Proves they were all bark and no bite. People like that really get on my nerves, and then they talk to my girl like she's single."

Loris invites you to have lunch with him quite often, even more often when he gets jealous of someone who works with him. Dealing with them in any other way would be unprofessional of him, and might get him in trouble. This way he gets to avoid that, avoid them, and spend a nice lunch date with you. No matter how you look at it he's the real winner here.

"Looks so good. But if you keep looking at me like that I might get hungry for something else besides the food. Just try shifting the blame on me when you know exactly how you're looking at me right now. I wouldn't risk it at work, but... if you showed up with a few hickeys on your neck it might get the rest of the department to stop flirting with you."

As much as he tries to make his jealousy go away it's not easy. Loris knows he should be an example for others, after all he had been an Enforcer for a long time, he can't just let his emotions get the better of him. Hard to keep those emotions down when they concern you. If nothing else works he will intimidate people. Easy enough for him. But he would rather that be a last resort.

"If he wasn't ready to throw fists and words at me then he shouldn't have thrown flirty words at you. He should be able to back himself up if he's gonna be saying stuff like that. All I did was pick him up and throw him outside. Hey, I might get in a bit of trouble for it, but at least he'll leave you alone from now on. I'd risk my badge for you if I have to, you know that."

Since he is the quiet type Steb shows his emotions and jealousy is one that he works hard to surpress. Every time he notices that someone is standing a little too close to you he walks over and looks at you, lovingly, then he looks at the other person with a glare, a deadly one. All the while he's standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

"Come now, angelfish, they weren't even worth your time. We both know they only had one thing in mind when they were talking to you. I could see it in their eyes. I don't appreciate that they looked at you like that. And I know you don't either. So I felt like I had to step in."

He is very physical with his jealousy. Steb lets his eyes and touches linger a few moments longer when he wants to make a point to someone. While he knows you don't hate it he also doesn't want to come off as too jealous or too possessive over you. You can take care of yourself and he loves that about you, he's watched you put people in their place often, but there are times where he can't hold himself back.

"I could feel your fingers interlocking with mine. You wanted me to stand close to you when they weren't leaving you alone. Would you have raised your voice if I hadn't walked over? It would be amusing to see it. But I think those kisses we shared also sent an equally powerful message. You didn't have to bit me though."

Steb nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when he's feeling really, really jealous of someone. He makes it look less possessive than it is, pretending like he's overhearing something you have to say, and then pushing himself just a little bit closer. His cold lips make contact with your neck, sending shivers down your body before he brushes your lips with his thumb and leaves with a smirk.

"That ought to be enough. I could have done more but marking you in public might have been a step too far. We can enjoy things like that in private however. I enjoy being close to you in any context, and if it makes others realize you're not looking for anyone because you've already got a man then I enjoy it even more."

[valentinaagarcia]

twisted wonderland characters as things i've heard in the locker room.. pt.2

(bet yall werent expecting this😈 anyways yes i am on the boys team because there was no girls team and it is NOT like k drama)

("yuu" is what i responded to what i heard)

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floyd: back up against the wall and bend over

jamil: WHAT

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(for context they were doing tigress poses from kung fu panda🔥)

kalim: ching li chong lang

riddle: okay that's just racist, you can't say that when there are people of color in the room man

yuu: why are you all looking at me im not chinese???

ace: why are you assuming it's chinese? racist.

yuu: oh so that's how it's gonna be? kill yourself.

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jack: okay guys we actually need a strategy to win this match

floyd: coach send me a dick pic

everyone: HE WHAT?!?

(coach meant to send that to his wife and we had an assistant coach for the entire week because he couldn't face any of us😭)

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jamil: you all go assault eachother with balls, i'm out.

ace: lowkey bet, deuce come over here buddy

deuce: in public??

epel: for free??

jack: why is nobody questioning that they've done this before?

leona: how do you know they've done this before huh?

jack: hm.

ruggie: .... HOW DO YOU KNOW???

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kalim: yuu..so you know that girl that i was talking about?

yuu: yeah whats up?

kalim: so last weekend i saw her at a gathering...

yuu: ohhkaayy.??? so did you talk to her

kalim: ask me what type of gathering it was.

yuu: ...????what type of gathering was it?

kalim: a family gathering.

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yuu: yo whats going on i really gotta piss why are you all hogging the toilet?

lilia: they all shared ace's pocket pussy but noone cleaned it

yuu: okay what the fuck.

lilia: yeah, they used eachothers semen as natural lube

yuu: i didnt ask you to continue.

lilia: they might have some sort of penis disease

yuu: why didn't i become a cheerleader.

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jack: okay guys cant we just be a normal football team PLEASE

jamil: i am tired of trying to play footbal only to get fingers shoved up my ass.

vil: you've gotten fingers shoved up your ass?

jamil: look i know your new to the team but.. you haven't? ace, floyd.. are you going easy on the rookies

floyd: nah i broke into his house yesterday

ace: yeah and i hit up his girlfriend

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cater: yo i heard rumors that yuu used to be a man

trey: no way? YUU

yuu: what?

trey: did you have a penis before?

yuu: no but if i did it would for sure be bigger than yours

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ace: bruh sometimes i forget that yuu has a coinslot

jack: ace shut up.

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yuu: bruh sometimes i forget that ace has a penis

ace: i said i'm sorry, your just so masc..

yuu: i will hit you.

jack: yeah its not her fault that she's buff! its okay to have insecurities yuu-

yuu: die

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floyd: i mightve just snorted fiberglass guys

jade: oh

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rook: people with homophobia are so pretty

epel: isn't it heterophobia?

vil: its fucking heterochromia

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deuce: yuu.. this might be shocking but your the only girl that i can talk to without stuttering with

yuu: not shocking at all.

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jamil: what the? WHY THE HELL IS THE WATER FROZEN?! FLOYD

floyd: wasnt me!

jamil: ACE??

ace: dont look at me

jack: jamil calm down i froze them so the water after training could be colder but it didnt melt fast, sorry

jamil: oh no worries man

floyd & ace: THE FAVORITISM???

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lilia: look at malleus.. poor guy, cant believe hes goalie

leona: YO malleus!

malleus: hm? *gets fucking knocked out by the ball*

sebek: OH MY GOD.

lilia: goodnight malleus

[elysianightsss]

AAAHHHHH! HI! So sorry to bother you, but I read the neurodivergent reader x 141 and AHHHHH I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING, DROOLING, CHEWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE they wont let me out

i have a little idea… how would poly 141 react when they find out your job isnt this cute barista or something along those lines, but just a regular stocking associate or a cashier for some huge corporation. like, they know you work. and every time you leave, they see you die a little on the inside from having to go to *insert shitty job*. They just didnt know that you were working there and now they are trying whatever they can to convince you to quote your job and stay home… i know i would rather stay home and take care of them than going to my job…

Oh anon I love your brain! As someone who used to be a cashier before I got my fucking wonderful, literally no joke amazing office job, I fuck with this. I’m writing them as roommates tho don’t know why just deal with it😘

It starts off with a debate over what time you get up in the mornings given how tired you seemed today. But then they realise, they don’t even know what you do for work. Johnny predicts that you’re one of those cute baristas in sweet little aprons with how good the flavoured coffees you make him in the morning when he’s back from his run, are.

Kyle can’t seem to fathom you’re not the office sweetheart he seems to picture you as. Though you’d been living with them for almost over a year now, the guys were gone before you left for work and back long after you arrived home. Still he had it in his head the whole time that you were putting on tight pencil skirts and heels in the morning before going off to work. Something he argues tooth and nail with Johnny about.

John scoffs hearing the guys argue, usually keeping out of it, but this time he can’t help himself when he interjects with, “Yer both chattin shit. She’s obviously a baker with those mouth watering pastries she makes us.” Now that opens up the argument further.

Simon is the only one who doesn’t speculate, instead he walks right up to you on a Sunday night as the guys are all readying themselves for bed and you’re making your lunch for tomorrow. “Luv.” He calls, you glance at him, eyes honing in on the way his grey sweatpants hang low on his hips. Dangerous, dangerous man.

Looking back to the fruit you were slicing, you hum in acknowledgment, “Wot’s ya job?”

You bite back the grin that fights to split your face in two, turning to him you see he visibly softens at your little smile, “I’m a cashier.” You answer, ears tinging red a little. In all honesty you were embarrassed that you worked for one of those big corporations. The dreams you had once but were never able to reach are like a damp on your heart. Like a festering mould that only grows in the worst conditions.

Sometimes you enjoy the people, there are some nice ones that overcome the bad interactions. But everyday you pull on the trousers and trainers, and that itchy uniform top, you wish that a snowstorm would lock you inside the house. You pray to receive a call telling you not to come in due to a fire that started in the bakery. Your heart aches to be told you’re allowed to go home early even if you won’t be paid as much at the end of the month.

Simon hadn’t said much after you told him, his eyes darkened a little when he asked if you enjoyed it and you had answered swiftly and without hesitation; no.

Then suddenly, the guys are leaving for work a little later in the morning. The same time as you. John offering you a lift to work, Johnny making you coffee instead of the other way around, Kyle giving you one of his soft jackets so at least your arms will be comfortable even if your torso is covered in that itchy material.

Simon is the one who places his hand on your forehead and tuts beneath his black surgical mask. You scoff when Simon says he doesn’t think you should go in today, “I feel fine.” You counter with a frown, pushing his big paw away and shoving your feet into the uncomfortable trainers.

John stares down at them like they’ve offended him personally, “You own comfier shoes lass.” Johnny comments and Kyle nods in agreement.

“I have to wear them.” You say quietly wondering why they suddenly have such an interest in your work attire. Have to. Well, that just wasn’t acceptable. The guys didn’t think you should have to do anything.

The weekends were a little weird too. You would usually cook them meals and sweet pastries or cakes with how hard they worked, they deserved nothing less. But Johnny is ushering you away from the kitchen when you walk past the dining table and the marble counter island to make him a coffee.

John says no thank you in the most strained way you’ve ever heard it when you offer to make him a sweet treat. He deflates even further into the sofa when you look offended at his decline. Kyle pulls you close to him on the other side of the couch, putting an arm around you, he continues reading his book but it’s out loud this time.

You sigh snuggling close to him, head on his shoulder when Simon brings over one of the many plushies you’d left on the floor of the lounge, again, and one of the many soft blankets you’d unnecessarily bought for the house. Maybe you could get used to this, you thought as your eyes started to blink slower. It had been a really long week, with lots of assholes. A week of sitting in that uncomfortable chair had done a number on your back too.

You’re just lucky that you’d said from the very beginning that you won’t work weekends, at least you could have those to yourself. The guys became even more attentive, not that they weren’t before, but it increased tenfold. And you wondered why.

Why Kyle is packing you a lunch box everyday now. Why Johnny is cuddling up to you at night just so you sleep warmer, better. Why John is willing to race away from very important paperwork to sit outside the big supermarket you worked at just so you didn’t have to take the bus home. Why Simon keeps buying you lush smelling soaps, bath salts and those sparkly bathbombs he knows you love, you have so many now you don’t know what to do with them. Even when you ask him to stop, he shakes his head and grunts out, “Baths are good for sore muscles.” And that’s all you get.

You just want to know why, what brought all of this on. And most of all why it all suddenly stops.

Almost like a calculated mission, like a big discussion had happened before hand. All of it stopped. They had left long before you got up for work, no lunch ready to go, no soft jacket waiting by the door, no cuddle reading sessions on the weekend, no more new bath stuff, no more lifts and an expectant look in John’s eyes when it gets to dinner time.

They’d done a total three sixty. Like they wanted to show you how good it could be with their help, how much easier life could be, going to work could be, only just to take it all away.

That’s exactly what their plan had been, Simon’s idea mostly with little suggestions made by the rest of them. They all executed it thoroughly, now all that’s left for them is to compete the final step.

“Doll I think you should quit your job.” John goes first, you frown excessively. What the hell is he talking about, you think.

“Have you gone mad?” You huff. John knows you’re annoyed with them, hell they all know you’re angry by their actions. But it’s a necessary evil.

“Not yet I don’t think,” John jokes and feels a little lighter when the corner of your lip quirks up slightly, “I am serious.” He says simply, his blue eyes burning into you before he walks away. You think it so odd, strange that he says that out of the blue.

And then Kyle says it too. Coming into your room with the same baby Yoda squishmallow Simon had placed in your lap two weeks ago, and the same blanket. He gestures towards your bed, it’s subtle but you nod. Failing to hide his grin, Kyle gets snuggled up under the blanket with you, your arms wrapped around the plushie.

He’s halfway through the book, hand brushing through your hair scratching at your scalp deliciously when he broaches the subject, “Bun?” You scrunch up your nose, blinking your eyes open to look at him accusingly. The sight makes him chuckle softly, you’re screaming with your eyes, how dare you make me open my eyes and be fully conscious.

He leans forward before he can stop himself and rubs his nose against yours sweetly, something he tells himself later was just to butter you up before talking. It wasn’t.

“I don’t think you should go to work anymore.” He says simply, with ease, his voice calm.

“What?” You blink rapidly waking yourself up fully to actually take in what he just said.

“Just something to think about bunny.” He shrugs and goes back to reading with that damn lulling voice. You don’t stop him, don’t interrupt but your mind is swirling the same way it had the day before when John had said something similar.

Johnny is not so tactful, shovelling his breakfast in his mouth. Half masticated bacon and scrambled eggs rolling around in his wide open trap, when he spits out the words. “Quit yer job lass, no one wants to be stackin shelves and scannin someone else’s shit all day.” He scoffs washing his food down with the caramel flavoured coffee you made him five minutes ago. He’s quick to put the plate in the sink and place a sloppy kiss on your cheek. His head bend slightly, eyes level with you, “Think about it pet.” He pats your cheek lightly and earns a much more harsh smack to the back of his head by Kyle on the way out of the house.

And finally Simon…well Simon…um Simon just did what he thought was best, what he thought was necessary, what he thought would get you to comply the quickest…

You pant harshly, fingers gripping onto the light bronde hair painfully hard, yanking with each stripe Simon licked up your cunt. You barely noticed John walking passed your open bedroom door with a smirk, Simon had his face buried so deep in your pussy it was hard to think, hard to conjure up your own name let alone open your eyes and catch Kyle and Johnny pushing your door open a little wider and watching for a moment before Kyle drags Johnny away.

Simon’s broken too many times to fix, crooked nose brushed against your clit wonderfully, tongue fucking into your quivering hole making you buck your hips desperate for the release he’d been denying you for around twenty minutes now.

“Say it.” Simon cooed, encouraging you gently. Shaking your head, teeth biting down on your lip, holding on as tightly to your words as you held onto Simon.

Simon grips your jaw in his big paw, a sharp look comes across his features as though he’s about to scold you when you meet his gaze, thumb rubbing your clit in tight, rough circles to keep the stimulation enough, to keep you there on the edge so he has you right where he wants you.

“Say it and you can cum.” He promises, your eyes widen, stinging harshly with their own promise of tears should you keep this up.

“b-but-“

“No buts. We’ll take of everything sweetheart, oll ya afta to do is write the resignation letter, then stay here as our pretty little housewife.” He kissed your clit before moving his thumb back in its place, circling slower this time. You gasp, a broken sob wrenching itself from your chest as your orgasm starts to slip away with the lack of stimulation.

“Please! Please Si! I-“

“Oll ya afta do is say it. Quit, find yourself a cute hobby, cook and clean for us a little. Oll ya afta do is say yes and I’ll let ya cum luv.” He grins evilly when you whine, blowing on your cunt before licking a hard long stripe from your puckered asshole to your swollen, throbbing clit.

“yes! please yes I’ll quit just pl-“

Simon doesn’t let you finish your plea, devouring your pussy like a man starved. He licks, sucks, and flicks your clit, slipping his thick fingers inside your clenching, empty hole thrusting them in and out doing his best to match the pace he set with his tongue on your clit.

You cum hard, untamed. Back arching uncomfortably, limbs shaking rigorously and Simon slurps up everything you give him. You lay there trying to catch your breath when Simon crawls up your body to hover over you. His eyes meet yours when he grins, “Good girl. Now why don’t we get started on that resignation letter hmm.” It wasn’t a question.

Safe to say you happily quit your job.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

can u pleasee write mean jason todd feeling bad for making reader tear up , and he tries to make it up to her in his own weird way

Save Your Tears for Another Day

Mean!Jason Todd x Reader

Guys, hate to say it, but it's probably been 6 months since I got this ask. I'm so sorry to everybody who's sent in requests that I haven't gotten to😭

Jason Todd was not a nice person.

Not to you, not to anyone.

You’d known that from the start. You knew it when he barely spoke to you outside of the bedroom. When he never asked how your day was, never let you too close, never kissed you unless it was for something more.

You weren’t dating. That wasn’t what this was.

Still, sometimes he let little things slip. A hand lingering on your waist a second too long. A gruff “Be careful” when you left his place late at night. The way he always, always came back.

It was enough to keep you around.

Until tonight.

Because tonight, Jason made you cry.

And you weren’t sure you could forgive him for it.

It started with a scar.

You were in his apartment, lying on his bed in nothing but one of his old shirts, tracing idle patterns across his chest. He let you, eyes closed, arm slung lazily over his forehead.

Your fingers ghosted over a raised line of skin, just below his ribs. One you hadn’t noticed before.

“Where’d this one come from?” you asked softly.

Jason cracked an eye open, glancing down. He barely spared it a second before shrugging. “Don’t remember.”

You frowned. “It’s pretty big.”

He yawned. “They all blend together after a while.”

You traced the scar again, a little more deliberately. “Do any of them bother you?”

Jason huffed, shifting away from your touch. “Jesus, what is this, twenty questions?”

You froze. “I was just asking.”

“Well, don’t.” His voice was sharper now, that familiar edge creeping in. “You wanna screw around? Fine. But don’t go getting all sentimental on me.”

You swallowed hard, pulling your hand back. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you were.” He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “You always do this. Act like there’s something here when there’s not.”

Something in your chest twisted.

Jason must have noticed, because he sighed and pushed himself off the bed. “I don’t need you digging through my past like some therapist. Just drop it.”

He left the room without another word, and you sat there, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes.

It wasn’t the words themselves that hurt. It was the way he said them—like the very idea of you caring was a burden. Like you meant nothing to him.Maybe you didn’t.

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to breathe. You wouldn’t cry over Jason Todd. You wouldn’t. But that night, when you left his place and walked home alone, you did.

Jason knew he’d fucked up before you even left.

He hadn’t meant to snap. It just… happened. The moment you started asking about his scars, something inside him twisted, pulling tight. You didn’t get it. What it was like to die, to come back, to carry every wound like a reminder of the boy he used to be. And you—soft, warm, good—you had no place in any of it.

That’s what he told himself.

But when he heard the front door click shut, something ugly settled in his stomach. You always stayed the night.

Not this time.

Jason spent the next day trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest. He went out on patrol, cracked a few skulls, kept moving. But even when he was standing over some lowlife, breathing hard, knuckles bloody, all he could think about was the look on your face before you left. By the time he got back to his apartment, it was nearly three in the morning. He hesitated, then grabbed his phone.

Still mad?

The message sat unread. Jason scowled, tossing the phone onto the couch. He wasn’t good at this. At fixing things. At people. So he did what he always did when he needed answers. He found Roy.

“You what?” Roy blinked at him, halfway through a beer.

Jason sighed. “I made her cry.”

Roy let out a low whistle, setting his drink down. “Damn. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Not helping.”

“I am helping. I’m making you feel worse so you’ll actually fix it.”

Jason glared. “You’re about to feel worse when I put you through a wall.”

Roy smirked, but then his expression softened. “Alright, man. What happened?”

Jason exhaled sharply. “She started asking about my scars, and I… snapped.”

Roy tilted his head. “Did she ask in a pushy way?”

Jason hesitated. “…No.”

“Did she try to make it about herself?”

“No.”

Roy leaned back. “Then why’d you lose it?”

Jason ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, okay? It’s just—” He clenched his jaw. “It’s easier when she doesn’t care.”

Roy studied him for a long moment, then shook his head with a small, knowing smile.

“She does care, Jay. That’s the whole point.”

Jason didn’t reply.

Roy sighed. “Look, you can either keep pushing her away until she stops trying, or you can stop being a dumbass and make it up to her.”

Jason scowled. “Yeah? And how do I do that?”

Roy smirked. “You figure it out.”

Two days later, there was a knock at your door.

You opened it to find Jason standing there, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Hey,” he said gruffly.

You crossed your arms. “Hey.”

He shifted his weight. “Can I come in?”

You considered slamming the door in his face. Instead, you stepped aside.

Jason walked in, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes scanning your apartment like he’d never seen it before.

Silence stretched between you.

Finally, he exhaled hard. “I shouldn’t have said that shit the other night.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which part? The part where you told me to drop it, or the part where you basically said I was imagining things between us?”

Jason winced. “Both.”

You didn’t let up. “And do you actually mean that, or did Roy bully you into coming here?”

His jaw tightened. “Roy made me realize I was being an asshole. Coming here was my own choice.”

You studied him, searching for any sign of insincerity.

Jason sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t do… feelings. Not well. And when you started asking about my scars, I panicked. I pushed you away because—” He hesitated, like the words were caught in his throat.

You swallowed. “Because what?”

His gaze met yours, sharp and unguarded. “Because I don’t want you to care about me.”

Your breath caught.

Jason let out a humorless laugh. “Because if you care, it means I can lose you. And I’ve lost enough people already.”

Something in your chest cracked open.

Jason wasn’t heartless. He wasn’t cruel. He was just… scared.

You took a slow step forward. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

He searched your face like he didn’t quite believe it. “For now.”

“For as long as you let me,” you corrected softly.

Jason exhaled, tension easing from his shoulders. Then, hesitantly, he reached for your hand, rough fingers curling around yours.

It wasn’t an apology, not exactly. And it wasn't him asking you to be something more than just a recurring fling, either.

But it was something.

Masterlist

[starryylies]

What about Si with a reader who's giving him the silent treatment? I feel like at first he'd be like "fine whatever" but after like 10 minutes he begs his princess to talk to him

Silent treatment and Simon

Hii thank you sm for the ask! I loved writing it <33

Sorry if it got a bit self indulgent though.

It’s heavy on comfort so hope you enjoy!

You’ve been ‘off’ Simon could tell something’s going on but he couldn’t pin point why it’s going wrong.

Youve been ignoring him since he came home that night after his deployment, giving him short and curt greetings and replies a contrast to your sweet and elaborated ones.

He thought he’d let you deal with whatever you’re going through without butting in.

But no,

Just no

He couldn’t stand there and watch his baby look so down,

He couldn’t stand not hearing your sweet voice echo in the room.

He couldn’t stand the thought that you’re getting tired of him.

He was an overthinking wreck,

All possible ideas came to his mind as to why you’re ignoring him.

“Maybe she’s tired of me, ‘m a fucking mess aren’t I.”

“Maybe she found someone else, someone her own age. Nah fuck no, she wouldn’t do that. Would she..?”

His mind was going on overdrive and he broke down.

And now he found himself marching up to your shared room where you sat on your bed watching a movie.

He turned off the movie and put you on his lap.

“Love what’s happenin’ whys my baby ignoring me huh? Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Are ya tired of me?”

He croaked out the last question, tears welling up in his eyes.

You looked at Simon as if you’d seen a ghost

“You really think I’ll be tired of you? I’m here thinking yr�� gonna be tired of me” you confessed with tears welling up in your eyes now.

“It’s just that, I know I can be a piece of work sometimes. I probably just make life harder for ya so I thought maybe keeping my mouth shut wouldn’t annoy ya like I annoy others.”

Simon is hurt to hear you say that, how could you think you annoy him. He fights to come home so he can listen to your sweet voice and look at that pretty face.

And who the fuck told you you’re annoying?

He holds it in him to ask that later because he doesn’t want to stray from the conversation going on but he makes a mental note to give them a personal visit when you’re done

“I don’t even know why you’re with me there’s so many people out there who are better, prettier, more competent.”

“I’m nothing si,I’m not the girl you make me out to be. I’m so scared of the day you start seeing me the way I see myself”

Simon felt his heart break in pieces when he heard you say such cruel things about yourself.

How could he feel okay when the love of his life thought so badly about herself

How could he show you you’re the prettiest and the only woman that matters in his life

“Ya fucking stupid?”

He asked curtly, regretting his harsh words the second he spit them out.

“Excuse me?”

“No genuinely are ya fucking stupid, you fucking think I’ll get tired of you- the first and the only thing that’s ever mattered to me?”

“Fuckin’ hell lovie you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen and yr’ important person in my life.”

“Ya think you make life tougher for me? Ever since you’ve come in my life you’ve made it liveable, you made life seem something worth experiencing, I was just blood and guns before I met you, now I’m a person”

“Fuck id kill for you, die for you, do anything for you. You seriously believe I’ll ever get tired of ya? Because if you do I’m sorry to say you’re a fuckin’ idiot”

Tears prickle down your face as you hear his confession,

You’ve been feeling so insecure, so incapable and so unlovable these past months when simon was away, you’d forgotten how much he loves you.

You cried into his chest, gripping onto him and nestling yourself in his arms.

His beefy arms rubbed your back as he cood at you, telling you how much he loves ya and how he will never get tired of you.

[5-htagonist]

ADHD TIPS: FOR THE NONMEDICATED AND THE MEDICATED

obviously, ADHD is not the same for everyone who has it. if you dont have ADHD, or aren't sure, but experience issues with executive function, memory, impulsivity, and emotional regulation, these tips can still be helpful!!!

practice radical self forgiveness

keep a notebook/journal

give your items a home

keep baskets, boxes, and bins, especially clear/mesh or anything that lets you see whats in it.

buy fruits/veggies/anything that spoils super quick the day youre going to use it

keep a list of easy meals

keep a trash receptacle in Every room

when you notice something dirty piling up, clean for just 5 minutes

do NOT worry about completing necessary chores. just do a little

if you need it frequently, keep it in sight, but off the floor if you can.

check under your bed, couch, or other corners where stuff can pile up when you get that random energy spike.

take a multivitamin, and cut down on soda (or other highly sugary food/beverages) if youre able. seriously!

specifically for the medicated!

take your meds, go to bed, and wake up at around the same time every day.

being vitamin deficient can make your medicine less effective. magnesium, B vitamins, omega 3s, and vitamin D might help. if you dont eat a lot of fruits, veggies, and fish, you are likely deficient in these at least.

stay. hydrated. For the love of god

try things you had trouble doing before medication

dont expect medicine to fix you

dont blame medicine for all of your improvement

no 2 people are the same, and what works for me might not work for you. i am likely on the spectrum, and i wasnt medicated at all for my ADHD until i was 17, and i wasnt on the right medicine until i was 21. i would recommend keeping that in mind while considering my tips!!

i will elaborate on these tips under the cut!

practice radical self forgiveness

i think this is the most important of all of these tips, which is why i put it first. i know its easy to look down on ourselves for our disability. but you must acknowledge this: you are disabled. you have a disability. you cannot hold yourself to the "normal" standard. more than likely, you grew up in an environment that didnt teach you how to navigate the world as you are, either. thats okay! we must teach ourselves.

try to view yourself as both the teacher/parent, and the child. when you forget something important, or make a careless mistake, or give into impulses, or say youll do it later and dont, or go too long without a bath, or let the trash pile up, you have to be kind to yourself. the child within you needs it. these things simply dont come naturally to us.

you must apologize to yourself as the child: im sorry i didnt pick up the trash. i know it makes the place dirty, and overwhelming. i will do my best to improve. i love you. you must forgive yourself as the parent: its okay, pumpkin. i forgive you. i know you didnt mean to make me overwhelmed, or to invite dirt into the home. i will help you improve. i love you. you also must do the reverse, apologize as the parent: im sorry, child. i did not teach you how to know you should pick up the trash. i did not teach you to recognize dirt. i will do better, and i will help you as best i can. i love you. forgive as the child: i forgive you. i know you are doing your best to lead me, and teach me what you know. you werent taught to pick up and see dirt either, were you? as long as you support and love me, we can figure it out together. i love you.

i know, to think this way can feel infantilizing sometimes. and its much harder to teach ourselves these habits. if its available, its okay to ask for help. just dont be too hard on yourself when your disability impairs your ability to be "normal." our habits die harder than most. even if you forget to maintain a habit, just do it when you remember.

2. keep a notebook/journal

i know, i know... every ADHDer HATES this tip. but it seriously works. dont hold yourself to a rigid standard when using it. i prefer dot grid journals, so i can write notes, or sketch, or make lists, or otherwise neatly divide pages how i wish, rather than it being blank/horizontally lined.

i dont keep a to do list all the time, i dont journal every day, i dont even look at the thing every day. there is no right way to use your journal. i use mine for many things at once: if i forget a notebook for class, or my laptop dies, i put my class notes in there. i put random doodles, layouts, oc pages, Big Feelings, and weekly/daily plans/to do lists. i dont obsessively keep up with it, or update it every day.

i DO use it when i feel overwhelmed. if i feel like 50 different things need to be done in 3 different domains and i dont know where to start, i write them down as i think of them. here is my typical order of operations (it took me a while to figure this out. i struggle deeply with prioritization.)

first, i write everything down i can think of that that moment. second, i label them necessary, important, and least important. third, i label how long they take (most time, some time, least time) finally, i start with the most important one that is the least overwhelming

now, i dont have an easy time labeling importance and time taken, of course. that can be the hardest part. but i dont worry so much about accuracy of my labels. i havent got it all down because i will almost always prioritize schoolwork over housework and hygiene, but we cant be perfect. the MOST important thing is always your health and safety.

dont worry about finishing a todo list, either. the most important thing is getting stuff you can forget on paper where you can look back at it when youre overwhelmed. you should keep your journal somewhere you access frequently or can see it.

also, the journal helps with big feelings. if youre feeling that white hot anger, the itching impulsivity, or rejection sensitivity, or anything that makes you think "i cant do this," start jotting words or pictures down. it can be anything. this will help when you feel that feeling the next time. we often get stuck in loops because we dont remember what caused a feeling or conflict, so we make the same mistakes. when you write it down, you can take your own word for it when you make a mistake. this makes it easier to recognize when youre falling into a pattern, and makes it easier to change your response.

3. give your items a home

if you arent constantly using something, or go more than a day without using it, send it home. an objects home is just somewhere it comes back to when its not needed, so that it isnt taking up space where it isnt needed. things like snacks, laundry (clean and dirty), art/craft/hobby materials, coats, electronics, plushies, anything. personify your stuff just a little bit- if you cant use it anymore, it cant find a home with you-- you have to send it on trash vacation. your coat wants to go home! pick it up and take it there when you can. its okay if that home isnt permanent, or if you lack materials/money to create a proper home. our coatrack is a chair right now, which is a much comfier home than the floor.

4. keep baskets, boxes, and bins, especially ones that are see through/visible

this helps you give your items a home. if you buy storage, get something stackable too, but even a cardboard box works. keep like objects together! and keep them near what theyre used for.

5. buy fruits/veggies/anything that spoils quickly the day youre going to use it

its sooo tempting to try to eat healthy and save money by stocking your fridge full of healthy produce and raw meat, but unfortunately i know how much money we waste forgetting/not having the energy to use them. if you need a fresh fruit, veggie, or meat, for something you are definitely planning on cooking, buy it the day of. if you have something in your fridge you dont think youre going to use before it rots or molds, stick it in the freezer!!!

also, frozen and canned fruits, veggies, and meats are just as good as fresh. they stay good for so long you dont have to worry about it going bad.

6. keep a list of easy meals

things that you can get down your gullet easily, and prepare easily. 1 pan meals, sandwiches, hotdogs, hot pockets, instant oatmeal, canned meals. i typically keep instant oatmeal and those tuna creations packets, as well as club/ritz crackers. also, skillet meals like velveeta skillets and hamburger helper are awesome, just keep some frozen ground beef (or meat of your choice) and youre good to go!

also, eggs last for MUCHHHH longer than the sell by date. i have had eggs 3 months past the date (note im american so they are under refrigeration) that were still good, but obviously that long past the date you should do a sniff test after breaking an egg. eggs are awesome in terms of ease of prep. heat your pan up to temp before cooking and they wont stick so bad. use cheese or milk to make a desirable texture for scrambled eggs or omlettes. dont forget salt and pepper (necessary...) you can also stir an egg and peanut butter into instant ramen for some actual nutrition. i also keep onion powder, paprika, and cayenne for yummy eggs.

in the egg vein, french toast is extremely easy and filling, and will sate a sweet tooth with some syrup!

7. keep a trash receptacle in every room

it doesnt have to be big, but having a designated trash spot in your bedroom is super helpful

8. when you notice something dirty piling up, clean for just 5 minutes

you dont have to clean to completion, thats overwhelming!!! but when you see something gross or messy and it bothers you, just take a couple minutes and pick up a little. play a song and tidy until the end of it! cleaning isnt all or nothing!

9. do not worry about completing chores, just do a little

in the same vein as the last one, the most important thing is getting the ball rolling. cleaning can be really hard because of the overwhelm of how bad it is. you can make it less bad a little at a time!

something ill do is sort out and scrape off the dishes before even thinking about doing them. that way, they take up less space and it doesnt look quite as bad. then next time i come to them, i do a bit more. or ill pick up the dirty laundry off the floor, then ill put it next to the washing machine, then ill wash/dry. i dont worry about folding and putting away unless im up for it-- its more important that theyre clean at all.

10. if you need it frequently, keep it in sight, but off the floor if you can.

remember, the floor is the stuff killer! if it must be on the floor, designate a spot.

11. check under the bed, couch, chairs, and piles if you have a random energy spike

i have found so much stuff i didnt even realize i lost. this also prevents pests and the accumulation of dirt.

12. take a multivitamin and cut down on soda (or other highly sugary foods) if youre able. seriously!

in high school i tried eating low-carb for a while. i didnt maintain this diet, but what i did maintain was not drinking soda regularly. when i say my head cleared and i felt less groggy, i mean it. if youre in the position, pay attention to the amount of sugars in what you eat and drink.

i know the "eat well" advice is given out too much, but nutrition seriously matters. if you care to work on your nutrition, do not worry about fat, carbs, or anything like that. just cut down on how often you eat highly sugary foods. you will feel so much better just from that. i have a sody pop as a treat every now and then and i have a whole other appreciation for it :-)

for the medicated:

take your meds, wake up, and go to bed around the same time

your body works on a schedule whether you want it to or not. pay attention to this schedule and try to work with it. when do you usually get tired? when do you prefer to wake up? when do you usually use the bathroom? this goes for nonmedicated people, too. your body will thank you!

2. vitamin deficiency can make medicine less effective. magnesium, B vitamins, vitamin D, and omega 3s can help.

these vitamins are all harmless, except for magnesium, which can slow your heart rate and cause shallow breathing IN HIGH DOSES. luckily, stimulants tend to deplete vitamins/electrolytes like magnesium, which can cause twitches and spasms. dont get large doses of these, 100% daily value is just fine.

3. for the love of god stay hydrated

imagine you are a machine and water is lubricant. stimulants suck up this lubricant to make you run more effectively. however, without extra, the machine will still run like shit. try to drink a whole glass with your medicine, and keep a cup to fill thru the day.

4. try things you had trouble with before medication

its super easy to get discouraged from something when you feel like a failure! try it again now! it may be easier. be sure to give yourself praise for what you do! your effort, your success, anything! this will teach your brain to see stuff through and help you feel and be more competent!

5. dont expect medicine to fix you

adderall, vyvanse, ritalin, none of these are a pill to fix you. they give you the capacity to work on yourself. dopamine is the "go get it" chemical. typically, ours is low and irregular, so we dont feel the drive to "go get it" when we need to, and we dont feel enough of a drive to see something through until we "get it." you still have to put in a lot of effort to fix habits and do work, medicine makes it so its easier. for me, it also reduces Noise in my head, so i can focus better. i still have to put effort into everything, its just less painful.

6. dont blame medicine for all of your improvement

again, medicine gives you capacity. YOU still do it all! its all you!!!!!! :D

thank u for reading i hope these are helpful! i feel like adhd tips are veryyy all or nothing and never explain WHY they may help, so i hope my explanations are helpful!

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #15

synopsis: things you argue about 😵‍💫

characters included: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin and hange.

notes: i’ll be expanding my horizons!! & adding a new anime to my masterlist >.< also, i added a s4 ver to this? i’m not sure if it’s any good but, i just wanted to do it loll

☆ eren jaeger

pointing out the obvious here but, his yearning to kill every single titan. he constantly puts himself in danger, especially since becoming a titan himself and he is just completely blinded by his rage sometimes. you’ve all lost someone to the titans whether it’s your parents, friends or an acquaintance, there’s no need for him to be so reckless!

by the time you guys are 19, he had left. he became awfully reserved and angrier but in a scarier way, he was quieter. he was clearly severely traumatised & that caused many arguments for a multitude of reasons but before you knew it, he left without a word.

☆ mikasa ackerman

her recklessness. she’s very head strong, leaning toward a bit stubborn but most of all, she was caring of those around her. as a rookie, she may have been compared to a 100 man army but, that doesn’t mean she’s indestructible!

by the time you’re 19, a lot has gone to shit. so many people have died, eren is on a genocide mission & everyone is terrified. at any moment, either of you could die. you used to see her as reckless now, you see her as fearless and what’s the harm in trying to save the world?

☆ armin arlert

probably his lack of survival instincts. or his insecurity because yes, he’s witty AND he does have some survival skills in a intellectual sense but sometimes, he does lack it and it’s scary. his insecurity not only has an affect on him but you too. it’s really difficult to deal with and it can be draining. his insecurity links back into his survival skills too, he’s so convinced he’s a weakling that he freezes, he doesn’t try to fight. you just want him to stand on his own two feet confidently.

by the time you’re 19, you don’t argue about much. he’s grown up so much, become so much more confident & everyone knows he gets closer to becoming commander everyday.

☆ jean kirsten

i’m sorry but this man is perfect 😭. I SAID IT, I SAID IT!! when he was younger, he acted like a bit of a arrogant. sort of acted like a big, strong man but he’s not and he knows damn well he ain’t! he’s a team worker, kind, understanding and most of all strong and intelligent! he’s the full package idc idc.

by the time you’re 19… you’re still the same. you’re in a more dire situation but, jean doesn’t change. he’s still the heartfelt, strong, confident boy you met 4 years prior except he has a mullet now (😜).

☆ sasha braus

dare i say pretty much nothing…? like you guys probably barely even bicker. you’re both fairly happy, good people who are strong and can handle yourself! maybe the odd bicker about how she steals your stuff.

by the time you’re 19… gulp.

☆ connie springer

he’s very set on stuff… he’s very blinded by his own opinions and doesn’t see the bigger picture. it’s frustrating trying to explain minute details to him or asking him to see things from others perspectives etc. all because he’s so opinionated!

by the time you’re 19, after all the tragedy and heart break, he’s a lot more of an open book now. although one thing you do bicker about is him cracking jokes at the wrong time. still a major issue to this day i fear.

☆ reiner braun

aha😅 probably the fact he’s a TITAN… yeah, i’d say that was a pretty big turning point in your relationship especially because he just blurted it out?? like one minute you’re setting up cannons and the next, eren is screaming about how your boyfriend and his best friend are the fucking titans??? like?? traumatic much? before that, you didn’t argue about much. only when he put himself in danger for others because yes, it’s admirable but it’s dangerous and stupid. you don’t wanna see him hurt!

by the time you’re 19… well. you broke up. not officially just due to uh, circumstances. awks.

☆ annie leonhart

i don’t think there was necessarily anything major that you guys argued about, definitely just like little bickers about stupid things and annie would usually just close off until you both forget about it or apologised to get it over with. after the discovery of her being a titan and the killing of marco, you were absolutely heartbroken.

by the time you’re 19, you had also broken up unofficially.

☆ bertolt hoover

nothing! i’m sorry he’s just too wonderful and perfect! that was until the inevitable happened, reiner exposed the two of them on a random tuesday. overhearing this conversation, you thought reiner was delusional, bertolt tried his best to get reiner to just shut up & stop talking but next thing you knew you were forced to fight your own boyfriend. you were furious, betrayed, hurt. you tried your best to let out your feelings of anguish while fighting him but, soon he disappeared.

by the time you’re 19… uhhh

☆ levi ackerman

oh dear god um, probably the fact he’s so closed off. it was difficult for him to even get into a relationship with you in the first place but then, he doesn’t allow himself to be open with you. he’s so traumatised and terrified in losing you that he sees no point in opening up. it’s really difficult because he doesn’t really realise he’s doing it but whenever you try to bring it up, he gets defensive.

☆ erwin smith

his need for the ‘secret’. it drives you up the wall, it’s understandable yes, but it’s insane. he’s so devoted and you love that but sometimes, it’s overwhelming and a little scary. you argue about this every once in a while but especially toward the end, when they were so close to erens basement, you wanted to spend the rest of our lives together but erwin was willing to put himself and all his troops on the line for this, you thought it was selfish.

☆ hange zoë

nothing. sorry but just nothing, maybe their experiments with titans because like what the fuck that’s so dangerous? but usually, you know you can count on moblit to make sure they don’t die aha… even when they do get a bit too close to comfort to the titans it’s less of an argument and more of a “hange— jesus, can you please be careful?” while they giggle happily 😭.

[tea-writes19]

besties | p.p.

pairing: peter parker x f!stark!reader

summary: your friendship with your dad’s intern turns into something more

warnings: friends to lovers, swearing, these bitches being oblivious, comedy, dad tony, mentions of past affairs, suggestive content, fluff galore, slow burn, underage drinking

a/n: i’m not usually a peter girlie as i love him and mj together but i wanted to write some fluff so here we are. also i’m laughing at petey’s intials. set post endgame but tony lives and steve doesn’t go back in time. nat’s still dead tho :(

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yourusername: your fave upstate & queens duo

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user1: MY FAVES

user2: imagine being friends w/ the y/n stark😩

user3: THIS

nedleeds: can’t believe y’all got food without me…

peterparker: sorry!

yourusername: no we’re not

peterparker: never getting in a car with you driving AGAIN

yourusername: IT WAS ONE CURB

user4: like father like daughter😭

user5: omg😂

tonystark: how many people from queens do you even know?

yourusername: that doesn’t matter

peterparker: they hate when we serve orphan & nepo baby

yourusername: 🗣️🗣️

user6: not the dead parents—

user7: i bet peter is the funniest person alive😭

user8: bro’s got trauma for days😭😭

pepperpotts: so this is why it took you two 6 hours to get the olive oil i asked for…

yourusername: should’ve sent happy🤷🏻‍♀️

jamesrhodes: you act like y/n doesn’t have tony’s horrible time management skills

pepperpotts: and peter?

jamesrhodes: spends too much time with tony and y/n

user9: god i want to live in nyc so bad

user10: pov: you saw y/n stark hit a curb today

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peterparker: lab days🛠️🥽

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yourusername: YOU GOT FIVE GUYS WITHOUT ME?!??

peterparker: BLAME YOUR DAD!! IT WAS HIS IDEA

tonystark: that was supposed to stay between us kid😑

user11: is that a new iron man model i see👀

peterparker: nope, just fixing rhodey’s suit :)

yourusername: surprised uncle rhodes is letting you touch that old thing

jamesrhodes: HEY! the war machine suit works fine just the way it is

yourusername: clearly not if it had to be fixed…

user11: oh god what have i started🫣

user12: five guys👨‍🍳🤌

user13: looks so fun!

nedleeds: man you HAVE got to convince mr. stark to let me come with someday

tonystark: not happening hacker

nedleeds: 😔

mjjones: THIS was more important than acdec?

peterparker: YOU DON’T JUST SAY NO TO TONY STARK MJ!!!!

yourusername: i do all the time🤨

user14: 😭😭

user15: love how peter is just friends with all the starks

user16: i’m pretty sure he’s tony’s personal intern

user17: ^^^

user18: oh my god i thought he was another bastard from tony’s playboy days😭

user19: lmao nooooo

user20: tbf i forget y/n isn’t pepper’s kid sometimes soooo….

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yourusername: a happy meal is the only true serotonin one needs in life

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tonystark: what am i? chopped liver?

yourusername: yes

tonystark: ouch

user21: imagine calling tony stark chopped liver😭

nedleeds: i’m pretty sure we broke the airplane wheel

yourusername: shhhh…don’t let ronald hear you

peterparker: thanks for the nightmare fuel tn

yourusername: anytime🫡

user22: happy meals >>>

user23: mcds cokes >>>

yourusername: ronald mcdonald🥵

user24: one of these is not like the others…

user25: LMAO NOT RONALD MCDONALD😭😭

peterparker: i’m just glad we took the subway this time

yourusername: WOW

yourusername: AND TO THINK WE WERE BFFS

peterparker: I’M SORRY I DON’T WANT TO DIE YOUNG

tonystark: that is the most bullshit response i’ve ever heard from you

user26: this comment section is so unhinged😭😭

user27: lol what’d you expect??? it’s the starks

tonystark: morgan would like a happy meal

yourusername: we all know that’s just the excuse for you to get one too but that’s ok

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pepperpotts: cozy day with the family🤍

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user28: you guys are so cute!

yourusername: i would like everyone to know that dad pushed me into the pond after that pic was taken

user29: omg noooo😭😭

peterparker: did you save your drink at least?

yourusername: obviously…i’m not a monster pete

user30: i’m crying at the thought of tony stark pushing his daughter into a pond😭😭

user31: ^^^

tonystark: this is defamation

steverogers: glad to see you guys doing well pep!

pepperpotts: you should come over for dinner sometime soon!!

tonystark: please leave the 2 assholes that follow you around at home thanks

pepperpotts: TONY

yourusername: bring them for the bit

samwilson: i’m going to get morgan the loudest fucking toy for christmas now

user32: this thread is a mess😭😭

user33: it’s so weird to see y/n without peter lol

user34: lol frfr

user35: i’m kinda starting to ship them ngl

user36: omg yes!!

user37: you guys can never let a boy and girl just be friends😒

tonystark: my arms are so tired from pushing morgan in that swing all day

yourusername: sounds like a skill issue

peterparker: ^^^

tonystark: i’d like to see you two single-handedly save new york from an impending nuke

user38: 😭😭😭

jamesrhodes: looks like a perfect day for the stanks!

tonystark: you’re never letting that go are you

jamesrhodes: nope!

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[caption: when the trip makes it out of the family group chat >>>]

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peterparker: can’t wait!!!

yourusername: i am so beating you to the best room

user39: i just know the pics are abt to be fire🔥🔥

user40: where are you going?

mjjones: i’m expecting a real life nemo

yourusername: 🫡🫡

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yourusername: us virgin islands? this american def ain’t a virg—

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user41: HELLO?!?

user42: GIRL WHAT!?

peterparker: ain’t nothin’ virgin abt this isla—

yourusername: 🏝️= 👉👌

user43: WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!

user44: YOUR PARENTS FOLLOW YOU Y/N

mjjones: the island after y’all left: 🤰

yourusername: MJ I’M SCREAMING😭😭

nedleeds: so was the isla—i’m gonna stop

user45: 😭😭

tonystark: sometimes i think i asexually reproduced you like a plant

yourusername: surprised you didn’t clone yourself in a lab or smth

jamesrhodes: don’t give him ideas

user46: i’m freaking out over the caption

user47: no fr…

user48: AND PETER’S COMMENT

user49: 🎶i think they did it but i just can’t prove it🎶

steverogers: there’s definitely an innuendo in here somewhere but i’m just going to pretend i’m blind and go

yourusername: good choice

user50: CAPTAIN AMERICA SIR—

user51: mom come pick me up i’m scared

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peterparker: i have sand in my ass

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user52: love how peter was invited on the family vacation

user53: he really is just part of the fam

user54: so convinced he and y/n are dating

user55: god i hope so

nedleeds: simp

peterparker: damn right - y/n

user56: not y/n stealing peter’s phone to comment this

user57: simp you say👀

yourusername: damn who that hottie in slide 2?

peterparker: you boo😘 - y/n

yourusername: aww thanks boo🥰

user58: 😭😭

steverogers: and that’s enough instagram for me tonight

tonystark: i still don’t know what y’all were looking at

yourusername: your ego obviously🙄

user59: oh to go on a hike with tony stark

user60: oh to be dating y/n stark

user61: they never said they’re dating…

user62: shhh let us be delusional🤫

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tonystark: the difference between morgan and y/n on vacation…

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user63: omg😭😭

user64: y/n is such a mood

peterparker: morgan is a menace at go karts

yourusername: she plays too much mario kart fr

jamesrhodes: when one gets pepper’s genes and the other yours…

yourusername: i can’t believe you’ve done this

tonystark: oh but tis has

user65: i wanna say i’m morgan but in reality i’m y/n

user66: thisssss

user67: same😭

pepperpotts: to be fair y/n was hungover in the second pic…

yourusername: the porcelain gods did not grant mercy on me😔

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pepperpotts: great vacation with even greater company💕💕

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peterparker: thank you for the invitation mrs. potts

user68: stop he’s too cute

user69: peter you’re adorable

user70: what a wonderful time to spend with family!

tonystark: i love you mrs. potts

pepperpotts: i love you mr. stark

yourusername: 😖🤮

jamesrhodes: glad to see tony still somehow manages to end up in the er on every trip

tonystark: i have a world record to hold up😤

user71: lmao😭

yourusername: i’m still full from that feast

peterparker: none of my pants fit after that salmon😩

user72: LOVE🤍🤍

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peterparker: you really are the best

yourusername: you too pete💞

user73: holy shit holy shit holy—

user74: omg i’m so happy for you

steverogers: so did you two…fondue?

yourusername: OH MY GOD

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peterparker: another post bc we leave tmrw

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yourusername: gonna miss sneaking out…

tonystark: oh please you do that back home too

yourusername: it’s not the same🙄

nedleeds: can’t wait to see you man!!

peterparker: so ready for our mandalorian marathon!

mjjones: nerds

yourusername: ^^^

user75: lmao tony😭😭

user76: he’s keeping an eye out for selener

user75: STOP😭

tonystark: andddd you’re grounded from the lab for that pic

peterparker: awww man😔

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[caption: when he cares abt school🤭🫠]

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peterparker: you were just making fun of me for studying🤨

yourusername: semantics

user77: automatically makes a guy hotter

yourusername: hear hear🗣️

mjjones: that better be acdec work…

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yourusername: here’s the hard launch for you bitches

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user78: OMG OMG OMG—

user79: I CALLED IT

peterparker: so happy to call you mine🫶🏻

yourusername: 😘

mjjones: abt damn time…

nedleeds: ^^^

tonystark: ^^^

jamesrhodes: ^^^

pepperpotts: ^^^

steverogers: ^^^

samwilson: ^^^

happyhogan: ^^^

yourusername: damn ok then

tonystark: keep the door open

tonystark: and don’t even THINK about fonduing in my house

yourusername: PLEASE STOP

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[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｄｅｌｉｃａｔｅ ♡

♡ Pairing: body piercer!seungmin x chubby!fem!shopassistant!reader (w/ appearances by tattoo artist!stray kids)

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Summary: For the longest time you've dreamed of getting your belly button pierced but you always stop yourself, too shy about your weight to get it done. While working your usual shift at the tattoo shop the resident piercer offers to do it for you, with a bit of meddling from your best friend Changbin, though it turns out that he wants to give you a little or a lot more than just a piercing.

♡ Word Count: 4.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: reader has some insecurities about her weight, piercings (of course), you're getting your belly button pierced babe so yas there's a needle, strong language, kissing, body worship, unprotected sex, Seungmin has a lil dom moment, grinding, fingering, mirror sex, ass slapping, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (good girl), and otherwise fluffiness.

♡ A/N: Hello my loves, I wrote this as a comfort fic for anyone out there who may be struggling with a bad body image day or who might feel like sometimes that they aren't thin enough to wear/do what they want or get the person that they want. My point being that you're a badass bitch who can get whoever and do whatever. If anyone tells you differently they can eat dirt and tell them I said so, babes - xoxo

♡ Part Two Here ♡

Saturday nights at the shop are always your favorite. It’s a little too loud, a little too hectic, but that’s the way you like it. On nights like these you never know who’s gonna step in from the glow of the neon signs and throw you for a loop.

Like the couple making out on one of the couches while they wait their turn to get matching inner lip tattoos. A decision they totally won’t regret when their two week long romance crashes and burns.

Or people like the guy on the phone insisting he come in for a tattoo you know for a fact all of your boys would die before they took on. 

“Look, man, I’m not judging you,” you say, judging him to the fullest extent, “It’s just that most of my guys aren’t gonna tattoo your di—”

“Delivery!” a friendly voice rings out in the lobby.

The front door dings, announcing the arrival of your usual delivery girl. She’s short and bubbly with a bag hooked in each of her wrists, filled to the brim with food. In a hurry as always, she sets them down on the desk in front of you and flashes a sweet smile before scurrying off to her next delivery. You respond with one of your own, hopping off the phone just in time to shout, “Have a good night!”

Without missing a beat, you scoop the bags up and head down the hallway off to your left. Bobbing your head along to the rock music blasting from the speakers overhead, you make your way to the main floor where tattoo guns are buzzing away. 

“Food’s here!” you announce but it’s too late. You’ve already been spotted and Jeongin’s swiping the bag from your right hand before you can dodge him. 

“Ooh, what’s for dinner?” he asks, already hard at work cruising through tonight’s options. 

“What?” Felix yells from the far side of the room. He’s hunched over his table, focused on finishing a tattoo of a butterfly on the ankle of a girl who’s much more interested in him than a tattoo. 

“She said food’s here!” Jeongin mumbles through a mouthful of food. He makes it a few steps back towards his station, hugging the bag like a newborn baby he’ll protect with his life, before Hyunjin intercepts him.

“Give it here!” Hyunjin demands, almost wrestling a stubborn Jeongin for the bag. 

You feel a tugging at the other bag and by the time you turn to see who it is, Minho’s already passing by with Chan, the bag secured in his hand.

Minho digs through it, frowning, “Fuck, they forgot my sauce again.”

“Christopher, can you control your children before they scare off our customers?” you shout after Chan as he grabs his food and settles down at his station. 

Chan leans back in his chair, kicking his feet up. Checking his watch, he grins, “Can’t sorry. I’m on break.”

You roll your eyes, letting out a huff of frustration. Sometimes the real headache isn’t the weird customers, it’s the guys you work for, but you love them so if there ever were a headache you could tolerate this would be it. 

Turning to head back up front, you stop dead in your tracks when you realize that one of the first people to swarm you for dinner hardly looked your way. Backtracking you spot the stray, Seo Changbin, locked in on an intricate chest tattoo and Han laying across his table, whining like this tattoo wasn’t his idea to begin with. 

You skip over to Changbin’s station, quietly admiring the piece over his shoulder. It’s a compass. Highly detailed. Clean lines. The same flawless work you always expect of him. 

“Aah, you’re trying to kill me” Han says, turning to you for sympathy, “He’s trying to kill me.”

Changbin groans, paying him no mind. “Hey, I wouldn’t have agreed to do this if I knew you’d be such a baby about it. 

Han pouts, poking his lip out, “I am not a baby.”

You giggle, shifting to the other side of the table to get a better look. 

“You are such a baby” you tease, poking his lip back in, “It looks really good. Totally worth the pa—oh my god. When did you get that?”

Your gaze drifts from the tattoo and down Han’s torso where shiny, stainless steel jewelry adorns his belly button. 

“A week ago, maybe two?” Han smiles, happy that you noticed. “You like it?”

“Ugh, I love it” you gush, eyes lit up at the sight of it. “I wish I could get one but I can’t.”

Han seems more excited than you at the mention of it. “Why not? You should get one!”

You freeze, unsure how you want to answer this question. You’re mortified of the possible awkwardness of the truth but you’ve been best friends with these guys far too long to lie to them. 

“Well, I haven’t lost enough weight yet to get one but when I do—”

Changbin stops tattooing, shutting his gun off to stare into your soul. “What did I tell you about that? You’re beautiful how you are. Isn’t she beautiful the way she is?”

He poses the question to someone over your shoulder and, as the figure rounds the corner, your heart almost stops beating.

“Hmm? Yeah” Seungmin, the sole piercer in the shop, nods sipping a drink through one of those cute twisty straws. You find pretty much everything the man does attractive but there’s something especially adorable about this. 

He disappears into his room with a simple wave and a nod that makes you weak in the knees. Every guy here is like a brother to you but Seungmin? He’s different. You’ve been head over heels for him, utterly at his mercy, since he started working here.

As far as you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend but you haven’t figured out how to decipher his trademark grumpiness enough to tell if he has a thing for you too. Far too terrified to make the first move, you’ve settled for drooling over your dark haired puppy dog eyed lover from afar. 

Han nudges you with his elbow, struggling to hold back his laughter, “Ooh, you like him.”

You’re about to knee him in the side but he’s saved by Changbin’s execution of a plot he concocted mere seconds ago. You hadn’t noticed that mischievous look on his face but you have now and you don’t like it one bit. 

“Seungmin!” he calls out, flicking his gun on and getting back to work. 

Seungmin appears in the doorway, more preoccupied with his phone than anything Changbin has to say. 

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Got time to do a belly button piercing real quick?”

“Depends” Seungmin shrugs, finally looking up from his phone, “Who’s asking?”

“Changbin, no” you mouth, only to be ignored. 

Changbin points to you, bubbling with joy at his evil plan. Seungmin folds his tattooed arms across his chest, looking you up and down.

Suddenly you’re second guessing what you wore today. Some combat boots and a short black dress with lace accents. It’s tight enough to highlight your shape but loose enough to flow a bit when you walk. Is it enough? Is it too much? Why are you even thinking about this?

“You?” Seungmin asks, raising a curious eyebrow. 

Fidgeting with the silver heart locket on your necklace, you muster up the courage to actually face him. 

“I was just, uh, I was thinking about it but I’m working so…”

Changbin chimes in, not letting you weasel your way out so easily, “Jeongin can watch the front desk”

“I don’t even have any jewelry picked out.”

“He has emergency jewelry back there. Don’t you, Seungmin?

Seungmin glances back into his room to check, “I’ve got something for her and my next appointment canceled so I have time if she really wants it.”

With no way out, you take a step towards his room, hesitating for a moment. Seungmin gives you a half smile, more than he offers most people. “Come on. I don’t bite.” Not that you’d be mad if he did. 

Giving in, you push forward, glancing over your shoulder to give Changbin a look that says he’ll pay for this later. Seungmin steps aside, patiently waiting for you to enter his room before shutting the door behind you. You jump a little when the door clicks shut and you hear him laughing at you.

“Nervous?”

“Me? Nervous? No way.” 

You’re lying and he can tell. When you spend your time doing dozens of piercings a day you get good at reading people. Plus the way you’re trembling doesn't exactly make it hard to tell what you’re feeling. 

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ll take care of you, okay?” he reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your forearm. His thumb strokes your inner wrist and suddenly your body's electric.

“Uh, yeah, for sure” you nod, your voice light and airy. 

Seungmin gently squeezes your arm, heading over to his closet to search for something. After a few seconds he pulls out a small fuzzy blanket with a cute Halloween pattern on it. 

“I need you to pull your dress up for the, well, you know” he says, opening the blanket up for you, “But if you’re not comfortable you can cover up with this.” 

“Oh, thanks. That’s really sweet of you.” You try not to seem too impressed, taking the blanket as he turns his back to you, busying himself by doing some prep. 

Hiking your dress up over your stomach, you tuck the blanket around your waist to cover your legs. Staring down at the way your soft belly pokes out, your brain goes into crisis mode. You’d imagined yourself half dressed in a room with Seungmin but this was far easier in your fantasies than in real life. You feel so vulnerable, one of your biggest insecurities laid bare, but there’s no turning back now. You’re in this. 

“So, are you gonna tell me what all that was about?” Seungmin asks, careful not to catch even the slightest peek at you before you’re ready. 

“All of what?” you stutter, your mind temporarily going blank. “Oh, that with Changbin? That was just, I don’t know, I’ve been wanting this for a while but I was putting it off…for reasons.”

“Because you don’t think you’re ‘Beautiful the way you are’?”

You cringe at his question, wishing Changbin hadn’t used such a cliche phrase. You squint your eyes, staring into the distance, imagining all the ways you’ll torture him for getting you into this. 

“It’s not that” you deny, gearing up for another lie but you back down yet again, “It’s kinda that. I don’t know. I’m not really a girl with a flat stomach.”

Seungmin snaps on a pair of black gloves, “Can I turn around now?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, your dress gathered in a tight fist of fabric above your stomach.

He spins around, pulls up a chair, and flops down in front of you in one fluid motion. He twirls a black marker in one hand, popping the top off with his teeth.

“Who told you that you had to be a girl with a flat stomach?” he asks, inspecting your belly button for the perfect spot. “I like your stomach. I think it’s cute.”

The compliment has the heat formerly warming your cheeks spreading through your entire body. You let out an involuntary giggle and he cracks a smile, a full one this time. The first of its kind in shop history. 

“You don’t have to say that to be nice.”

Seungmin marks a point, grabbing a hand mirror to show it to you, “You like it? Yeah? Good. Up on the table.”

You hop up on the table and assume the position. Straight out on your back, hands at your sides. You see it every day. No instruction needed. 

“I wasn’t being nice by the way” he says, that handsome face sliding up next to you. “It is cute. You’re…you’re really cute.”

Feeling himself begin to blush, he slips out of view to sterilize the area and get the needle ready.

“I’m sorry if that was weird. Was that weird?” he rambles, mostly to himself. 

Today’s full of firsts. You’ve never seen him nervous before, you never expected to, but the man’s ears are turning red and he can barely string a sentence together. 

“It’s not weird, Seungmin. You’re really cute too” you say, despite your own nervousness. You’ve been waiting so long to say that. It’s a relief to finally get it out. 

“Now you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. I do think you’re cute. I always have” you confess, “I just never said anything cause I didn’t think you’d like me."

Pinching your skin with a set of forceps, he aligns the needle with the tiny mark above your belly button, “Deep breath in.”

You take a deep breath in and the needle pops through like butter. You feel a quick sting followed by a rush of adrenaline. He slips the jewelry through so seamlessly you hardly feel it and you’re all done. 

“Are you crazy? I’ve liked you forever. Was it not obvious?” he asks, popping off his gloves and taking your hand to sit you up. 

“What? No. It wasn’t obvious. Was it supposed to be?”

Seungmin pauses, truly reflecting upon his attempts at flirting. “I tell you ‘Good morning’ every morning. I tell everyone else to kiss my ass.” 

“So romantic” you joke before noticing how sincere he is about it. 

You instantly wonder if he’s stared at you before the way he does now. The truth is that he has, maybe not in the most obvious moments but every chance he gets. When you’re running late in the morning, hurrying in with iced coffee to win everyone’s sympathy. When you’re all hanging out at Minho’s place and you’re rambling with Han about the dramas you’ve been watching. Or when you’re all out having drinks and you’re simply existing. He has those same stars in his eyes that he does now. Every. Single. Time. 

Realizing how hard he must be staring, he backs his chair up, giving you enough room to move around. Riding high on the thrill of actually going through with your piercing—your thoughts jumbled up by the knowledge that these feelings are mutual—you hop up to check yourself out in the mirror with not a thought given to the fact that the blanket has slipped off.

So here you are, twirling around in front of the mirror with your dress proudly held up. Plush thighs kissing each other. Lacey black panties on full display. A dazzling piece of jewelry dangles from your belly button and your stomach does the happiest jiggle as you delight in your reflection. 

“You like it?” Seungmin asks, coming closer to get a better look.  

“I love it. It’s so pretty” you beam, your gaze drawn to something shifting in the reflection.

Seungmin isn't watching you the same way he was anymore. There are notes of something reminiscent of the former innocence and awe but it’s something different entirely. It’s intense enough that you can feel the air shift in the room. The brown of his eyes seemingly grows deeper the longer he takes in your figure. 

“You can’t look at me like that” you say, your breathing growing shallow as you begin to lose yourself in what you see in the mirror. Watching him watching you. 

“You don’t want me to?” he asks, patiently awaiting your answer.

You don’t feel rushed or pressured. His patience is genuine but his eyes never leave you. They never leave you to question if that look of longing is dedicated to you or not.

You take a deep breath, making one last twirl to face the man that has your pulse racing a mile a minute. It isn’t just the way he watches you that has you on the verge of soaking through your new panties. It’s the way he sits in his chair, slightly tilted back, arms resting on his legs. It’s like he’s waiting for you, that little grin on his lips daring you to come take a seat. 

“I want you to” you say softly enough that you’re unsure if he heard you. 

Seungmin glides closer to you in his chair, stopping when his knees barely graze your legs. He leans forward, fingertips tracing the outline of your thighs, “You want me to what?”

As he asks the question, his breath tickles the surface of your skin and you shiver at the sensation.

“I want you to…aah” you gasp as his hands grip the tender flesh of your ass, pulling you in close enough for his lips to meet your stomach. He kisses it carefully and lovingly, taking his time to let his mouth and hands explore all of the softest, fluffiest parts of you. 

“You want me to…what?” he asks, tugging you down into his lap, his lips still wet from kissing your body. It makes it all the more tempting to kiss him. Surrendering to your impulses, you pull him into a kiss so ravenous and full of need that it leaves his head spinning in the best way. 

You were meant to come in here for a piercing. That was it. Now you’re straddling his lap with your fingers in his hair while his tongue’s halfway down your throat.

Slipping his hands back under your dress, he rests them on your hips, pressing you down into his lap to show you just how hard you've gotten him. Your panties are more soaked than you notice, making the material thin enough that you can feel it all. The thickness of his cock, the texture of his pants, grinding against your sensitive core, bumping your clit each time he raises his hips.

A moan escapes your lips. A weak, cute little thing that only makes him want you more. He breaks from the kiss, charting a course down your neck to tease the curves of your breasts with his tongue. 

“Who told you that you could be this sexy?” 

“I don’t know” you giggle, a small glimmer of your former shyness coming through, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he tilts you just enough to give him the space to stroke your clit through your panties, forcing more and more of those sensual moans to pour out of you. 

“Just promise me you won’t stop” Seungmin begs, tucking your panties to the side to pet your dripping slit. “Keep being this sexy…this fucking cute…this—fuck.” He sinks his fingers into your core and you swallow them up eagerly, clenching tightly around them. 

You throw your head back, your back arched in pleasure. You know without looking that he’s watching you again. You know he’s getting off on how your breasts bounce each time you grind down onto his fingers, your pussy so wet that his whole hand’s slick with your juices. 

Seungmin navigates your body like magic, picking up on your most tender spots and knowing just when to hit them to make you tremble the way you did when you first stepped into this room. 

Cradling his cheeks in your palms, you come face to face with him, and say to him in the sweetest tone, “Fuck me already.”

Taking you into his arms, he sweeps you up out of the chair, and sets you down on the edge of the table. 

“Oh god, I didn’t know you could do that” you gasp, stunned that he could pick you up. You knew that Seungmin was fit, something more than obvious by the toned body your eyes are graced with when he pulls his shirt off. But fit enough to pick you up like you’re nothing? Now that you didn’t expect. 

“What? You didn’t expect me to be strong? I’m hurt” he pouts, pretending to be offended but not too offended to help you wiggle your dress up over your head. 

You slide back on the table and right out of your panties. “Get up here and I’ll make it better.” 

You spread your legs and he’s right in between them, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he makes his way up to a pussy wet enough to glisten in the glow of the overhead light. He can’t resist having a taste, humming at the deliciousness of your arousal dancing on his taste buds.

The tip of his tongue meets your clit, flicking it slowly at first then picking up an unforgiving speed. Your hands find his hair again and you’re writhing on the table, choking back moans with your fingers tangled in the back of his head.

The slurping sounds that fill the room make you want to cum right now. In his mouth. Down his chin. All over that gorgeous face of his. And he’d welcome it happily. Beg you to give him more even. That’s how badly he wants you. How badly he’s always wanted you. 

Seungmin’s mouth deserts you unexpectedly, leaving your walls spasming and your stiffened bud twitching in his absence. “Add that to the list of things you can’t stop doing” he whispers, crawling on top of you.

You’re beautiful from any angle, there’s not one he can think of where you aren’t, but this has to be his favorite. You look so perfect underneath him. Right where you should be. 

“Getting eaten out?” you ask, planting a kiss on his shiny pink lips. 

“I meant tasting so good but…” he muses, the head of his cock throbbing at your entrance, “I can make sure that happens too.”

That first bit of contact, the very first time you feel his cock raw against your pussy, has you purring. Seungmin feeds you just the tip at first, stretching you out little by little, loving everything about how your body reacts to him. Running your nails across his back, you raise your hips, whining for more. 

“What are you whining for, baby?” Seungmin teases, giving you one inch after another, “Is this it? This what you want?” 

“Aah, yes, I want it. More please. Please” you plead, your eyes growing glossier the wider you’re stretched. 

It crosses his mind to spend more time teasing you just a little bit, it’s in his nature to be a bit of an asshole after all, but you feel way too good to play games with. You fit him like a glove and with every thrust he becomes more and more convinced that you must’ve been made for him. 

“You’re so perfect” he praises, massaging your curves, “Fuck, I love your body. Your face. Your everything.”

Soaking in the praise and the ecstasy of his length dragging along the ridges of your core, you could swear that you were glowing and, actually, you are. Glowing in his adoration and, courtesy of an accidental glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a fair share of your own. 

Seungmin catches you looking at yourself and smiles, pounding into you harder. “Don’t look away” he instructs, holding your head in place, “Have you ever seen how pretty you are when you cum?”

“N…no” you manage, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming at the tremors each thrust sends through your body. 

“Good, we’ll see it for the first time together then.”

Using his free hand, he grips one of your thighs, pressing your leg back so that he feels even deeper than before. The force is powerful enough that you feel it in your chest, vibrating down to your fingertips.

You can’t take your eyes off of your reflection, he won’t let you. Your body moves so beautifully when he’s fucking you that he needs you to see it how he does. You need to see the way your tits bounce and your hips jiggle as the tension builds up inside of you and you’re choking back moans with his name on the tip of your tongue. 

Seungmin doesn’t need you to tell him how close you are. Your body gives him every cue he needs. The tightening of your muscles. The stuttering of your breath. The legs wrapped around his waist, making sure he keeps punishing your sweet spot, pushing you further and further to your breaking point. 

“Mmm, coming. I’m coming” you moan, letting your high wash over you. 

He kisses you on the cheek, refusing to let up on you. “Look at you, coming all over my cock” he coos, committing every face you make to memory, “Such a good girl.” 

The vision of you is almost too much. Your legs spread out, your brain all fuzzy, your body overstimulated, and your juices pooling on the table below. He can’t hold back anymore. He can’t ignore the tightness and the warmth of your velvet walls fluttering around him. 

“Oh fuck” he hisses, pulling out just in time to coat your swollen pussy in a thick glaze of his cum. It’s hot and tingly on your clit, tickling as it drips between your folds. 

You stroke his back, comforting him on his way down from his high and he does the same for you, his fingertips running up and down your thighs. The room falls into silence. Not an awkward one but one of comfort. One where you hold each other as long as you want. Not minding the heavy breathing or the sweaty bodies. Just enjoying being together before it dawns on the two of you that you’re both still at work. 

“Shit, shit, shit! The front desk is definitely on fire by now”  you fuss, rushing to throw your clothes back on. 

Seungmin’s not nearly in as much of a rush as you are. He’s having too much fun watching you freak out to care about if there's a bunch of agitated customers waiting up front or not. 

Grabbing you by the wrist, he spins you into a hug that calms you down in an instant. 

“So what if it is?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face, “I have to ask you something important first.”

“Important? Important like what?”

“Important like I know we don’t close until 2am tonight but could I see you after, maybe?"

You shrug, acting like you don’t care when you’re literally screaming on the inside, “I guess so.” 

“It’s like that? You ‘guess’ so?”

Seungmin slaps your ass and draws you into a kiss that has you ready to drop your panties for him for a second time. 

“Fine. I more than guess. I’d love to see you later” you blush, playfully pinching his cheeks, “I’ll wait for you up front then?”

He nods, getting one last squeeze out of you before turning you loose. “Let me see it one more time.”

Knowing exactly what he means, you take a step back to flash him your new piercing. 

“Yup, still very hot” he winks, casually leaning against the table he just fucked your brains out on. 

You smooth your dress back out, giggling as you skip back out onto the floor to find that everyone’s staring at you. Machines are buzzing but no one’s actually doing any work. Even the customers are staring at you waiting to see what happens next. 

Clearing your throat, you hold your head high, and march across the floor. You manage to hide your excitement just long enough to make it back to the hallway where your joyful squeals can flow freely. You can’t remember the last time you felt this excited about something. About someone. About yourself.

You aren’t too big for a belly button piercing. It looks sexy as fuck on you, you must admit. And you aren’t too big for Seungmin who happens to look sexy as fuck on you too. You feel beautiful the way you are, truly, and there’s a boy sitting at his station, too busy thinking about you to get anything done, that thinks so too. 

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You normally kept to yourself, a little cold, a little aloof - polite but definitely standoffish.

Soap takes that as incentive to pick at you, tease you anyway he can - he was bordering unprofessional, but hey, he got Lt. to open up didn't he? You shoot back just as much, a little more sharp but he can see your shell breaking.

one day, he notices you seem a little more tired, a little more drained, you're in the hallway, murmuring quietly into your phone. He can't make out what exactly is being said, but he decides to go up to you once he sees you've hung up.

"Look as though yer boyfrien' jus broke up w'ye," he grinned, cute and boyish

You say nothing, your chest is shaking and your breathing is shallow. You're afraid if you speak, you'll just crumble.

Your lack of words stuns him, and you shock him even more when you just walk by him to head back to your room. He trails after you, not much in mind, though deep in the recesses of his mind, he is worried.

When you go to shut the door in his face he can't hold back his comment:

"Team's walkin' on eggshells cus' a ye"

You shoot him a nasty glare, and all the words he wanted to say die in his throat. There are thin tear tracks down your face, he pushes forward, "Hen, i didnae mean,"

papers shift underneath his feet and he looks down in surprise, there are letters and trinkets strewn about your floor, pictures and so so many letters.

"What's all this?"

"Get out Soap." You find an empty spot in the mess and he has reason to believe you've sat there more than once.

"Worried abou' ye." You just shake your head, hands finding the letters closest to you. He carefully steps over the mementos, and scoots until he's standing next to you, before plopping down gracelessly.

"Lookin' like yer friend really did break up with ye." He said quietly, taking everything in.

"Johnny, can you just go, please." Your voice breaks midsentence and he whips his head around and sees you now, fat tears down your cheeks. Without thinking his hands reach out and he pulls you into his arms, cradling your head against his chest.

"Ach, I- Hen, listen, I'm an eejit, a big smelly eejit - I'm sorry, really, I am - don' cry, please." He whispered, heart clenching as you trembled in his arms. When you settle, he shifts to reach for a letter - there are so many he doesn't have to move far. It's from your mother, apologizing for how she had reacted to you moving across the world.

He remains silent and stationary, before reaching behind him and grabbing a blanket to wrap around you, tucking the ends behind him.

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't here." He jolts and squeezes you, "I ken bonnie, it's ay tough life ta hae any relationship."

"I don't have a boyfriend Soap. I mean missing all these big things back home... losing my childhood dog, missing my grandmas funeral, not being with my grandad while he was hospitalized."

You sniffle and it sounds like a gunshot to him, his heart beating too fast, "I'm not there to support my family, I'm not there for them when I should be."

"Ye can take a leave." He says, voice low and soothing. You scoff, wet and rough, "What then? Try my best to put everything back together just to leave and go save the world again?"

"Their world is falling apart and mine is going with it. Theirs is the one I'm supposed to be saving - I can't - because I'm not there for them when I should be."

His arms were tight around you, "I ken bonnie, it's hard... hard to be away from the people you love."

"I wouldn't come back." You whispered hoarsely. the words hanging in the air like a dirty secret.

The door creaked open and his head shot up, "Bloody hell," Ghost stands in the doorway, his figure nearly blocking out the light. His eyes dart from Johnny's to your small figure, bundled and cradled gently. He lingers for a beat more before he trudges in, leaning down to pick up all the letters and trinkets off the floor. He sits in your chair with a heavy sigh, eyes scanning over everything in his hands.

A heavy question sits in the air: Do you want out?

"Sergeant." The Manchurian accent rumbled in the space, you lifted your head up, eyes bloodshot.

"Sir."

"My office, 0600 tomorrow."

"Sir." Ghost looks at you impassively, before directing his attention to the notes in his hands.

The words blurred together,

what you've missed

what you're going to do when you visit

when are you available

would you ever come back

Your best friend got married, a wedding invitation sits unopened, the date months past - a mission in Russia, he recalls vaguely.

An invitation to a family gathering, new relatives to meet, new babies to play with, faces to see, places to go

missed

missed

missed

missedmissedmissed

Ghost couldn't relate, a shadow of who he used to be, a dead man walking.

But he feels a small ache; a bittersweet longing, he may not have people who cared for him anymore

but you certainly do.

And he can spur the smallest bit of humanity in him to feel some regret for you, knowing that despite him not having anyone, he wasn't being left behind in their lives - unlike you.

for: @waves-against-a-cliff thank you, for speaking sense

for:@rememberwren can't write heartache like you do, but damn trying - projecting in the meantime

[hcneymooners]

౨ৎ (still) thinking of summer slasher!pazzi…

best friends to lovers!pazzi. men & minors dni.

🫀⋆ part one. part two ( you are here.ᐟ ). part three.

cw: medium-level gore (guys, people they know die in this one), sexual tension, heavy sexual content (sorry! i'm ovulating), manipulation, morally ambiguous!p, morally ambiguous!a, the power of lesbians vs murder, unhealthy relationships bc it's a horror au, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

notes : this ended up being 10.8k so i'm splitting it off into a third part which should be shorter. you little freaks want to see p & the killer's showdown in detail so i have to oblige.

as always, feel free to give me all of your thoughts in my inbox. i hope you enjoy. love you.

azzi is the only thing that makes me feel like a real girl.

paige has written this in her blocky handwriting , the letters practically out to kill with how sharp the angles are. she hasn’t touched her journal in three days, her mind swept away by azzi’s easy tide.

her best friend lies next to her, her body heavy with sleep and rising with her slow breath. paige puts her diary to the side, and rolls over so that she can watch the gentle twitch of azzi’s face as she dreams. she smoothes out the wrinkles that splay across the other girl’s brow.

azzi smells sweet, like caramel, and paige can’t help but pull her fingers back and place them in her mouth. they taste only of skin but her eyes roll back as she pretends it’s azzi all over them anyway. she opens them again, dispels the fantasy, and watches azzi shift—the bottom curve of her ass peeking out of her criminally small cotton pajama shorts, her thighs so full.

and yes, it’s her first year in college (and paige’s second) and paige is probably high off of the end to a year without her but god, she just loves azzi so much. the pulse of affection is so sudden, so strong, that it makes paige squeeze her legs together as if to choke it out.

here is where she feels less sick, less hungry for the pain she thinks of inflicting on other people. here lies a real-life angel, stolen straight out of the gates.

sometimes paige pinches herself to ensure she’s awake because being with azzi is so much like heaven she isn’t sure she would be able to tell if she’d died.

that violent voice inside of her is so quiet, is so fond of her best friend that it almost brings her to tears because that means it really is a part of her and not a part of something else—it’s immovable and completely her own.

“p? what are you thinking about?”

paige blinks and watches as azzi’s soft brown eyes flutter open, dark and wet. god, she was born game. paige sneaks closer, smiles with pleasure as azzi hooks an arm around her waist. from azzi’s side of things, paige looks like a saint on fire, the sun rising through the winter behind her and dressing her blonde hair with a dark orange flame.

“nothing. just that i’m taller than you for real”

azzi laughs sleepily and even her breath is sweet. she’s just so thick, body flush with life. her scent radiates off of her: again the caramel, but violet too and a bit of something lactonic.

“in your dreams,” azzi murmurs, and paige can see she’s falling asleep again.

yes, she wants to say, you are in my dreams. you are my dream. my biggest one.

paige thinks of slitting azzi’s belly, soft and quick just to taste a little bit of her blood. the thought is immediately followed by tears. she wishes she wasn’t so sick.

azzi, even asleep, seems to sense her need for comfort. she presses close, sinks into paige’s lilac comforter and her valentino cologne-covered limbs, and tucks into her chest. the sickness shifts, enfolds her. azzi is now safe in its bubble.

paige feels hot at the thought of letting her go. she imagines another person experiencing this. the heat expands. she thinks of a knife in her hands, sinking into someone else.

stopping them, saving her.

𓇼 azzi is not handling this well. she’s barely making it through class; barely making it through anything. every morning she wakes with her head feeling heavier than before. she swallows a pill, tries to kill the part inside of her that keeps reminding her that her best friend is an absolute psychopath with a soft spot for her and that another psychopath has it out for her in a far more evil manner.

𓇼 she’s slipping at practice, sloppy and hesitant instead of making her shots count. geno doesn’t bother yelling at her, only gives her a look filled with leagues of disappointment. it’s only due to her pride that azzi doesn’t cry.

𓇼 she’s careful about how her time is spent, times her moments inside the apartment to align with paige’s outside of it. she fakes countless nights of sleep, slowing her breathing as paige lingers in an effort to catch her in the midst of her pretending. but that gets old and she finds herself still suffocating, still in pain, and swollen with a secret too big to fit inside of her neatly.

𓇼 so she sneaks out. treats her body like a hangar and drapes dresses across it that get shorter with every outing. she drinks until her mind is numb, shakes along to the music until she comes off too manic to be found interesting or pixie-dream-girl and then throws up in the morning in caroline’s bathroom, rubbing her cheeks to calm herself down.

𓇼 “azzi,” caroline says, her voice soft as she rubs her back. “can you tell me what’s going on?” but azzi keeps it quiet, keeps it down, because she thinks of paige and feels her stomach clench and her throat close with the urgent desire to be a good girl.

𓇼 trust me, paige’s phantom voice says. believe in me, it croons in her head. it never stops. she goes out again.

the bass is a snake beneath her skin, rattling in her ribs, reverberating in the hollow of her chest. it’s not enough.

azzi can tell she’s teetering on the edge of being out of control. caroline had texted her earlier, had offered to do a movie night post practice but azzi had found it frighteningly easy to lie to her for the nth time, typing out a stream of words that she couldn’t even remember clearly but knew were enough to get carol off of her back.

the air inside the club is sweltering—humid with sweat, perfume, the lingering tang of alcohol. bodies move together, fall together, silhouettes blending. the world is a sea of golden limbs and slick skin under shifting neon lights.

azzi is glowing under it.

her body is warm, fever-flushed, coated in a fine layer of brunt orange body glitter that dances on the edge of dark pink and catches the light every time she moves. tonight’s mini dress is navy blue and clings to her, threatening to reveal her down to the bone. the neckline plunges low, the exposed skin shimmering like she’s been dipped in summer. she smells sweet, addictive, and edible—something dangerous in a place like this.

azzi knows how she looks. she just doesn’t care.

she wants to disappear. wants to drown in the music, in the heat, in the slurred conversations and unfamiliar hands that press against her as she moves deeper into the crowd. but she can still feel it. the way her mind won’t let her slip away completely.

so she pushes further.

azzi finds a body—someone taller, faceless in the dim light but blonde enough to be her best friend for the night—and presses against them. she tilts her head back, lets her eyes flutter shut, lets herself sway, slow and deliberately, grinding in time with the music.

and for a second, it works. she almost forgets.

then her gaze lifts, unfocused, scanning lazily across the flashing strobes of purple, red, and blue.

and she sees them. or—no. no, she thinks she sees them.

a mask. the shape of it, half-hidden in the shifting bodies of the club.

her stomach plummets. she goes still.

the song is still playing, then it changes. the bass continues thrumming to a new rhythm, the people around her still swaying, almost twisted in prayer as they dance—but she isn’t. her blood rushes in her ears, louder than the music. she blinks, hard, but the figure is gone.

she jerks slightly as her dance partner tries to get her to come back, her breath hitching, the heat of the room suddenly suffocating. she feels like she’s going to cry, or throw up, or both. then, like a sign from god, a hand wraps around her wrist. the fingers are calloused, covered with cool silver rings.

azzi jerks, eyes snapping up, her entire body going stiff with discomfort. she goes to push them off, demand that they leave her alone, but it’s paige. she’s standing in front of her now, too close, her expression pissed. her fingers press into azzi’s skin, warm and unyielding.

"you gotta be fucking kidding me, az," paige mutters, low and sharp, eyes dragging over azzi’s glittering body before snapping up to her face. “are you fucking crazy?”

azzi opens her mouth, but words escape her. paige’s jaw tightens. her free hand lands on azzi’s waist, steadying her. azzi exhales a soft, tired laugh.

“how’d you find me?” her words slur slightly, not fully gone, but not all there either.

paige lifts a brow. “we share our location with each other, dumbass.”

azzi hums, tilting her head against the wall. “mmm, forgot about that.”

paige glares, jaw clenching. then she steps closer, crowding into azzi’s space.

“what the fuck are you doing?” she demands, voice still low, like she’s forcing herself to keep it together. she sounds like sex, azzi’s brain tells her unhelpfully. “you really thought you could just sneak out and i wouldn’t come find you?”

azzi rolls her eyes, her head tipping forward slightly. “i don’t—” she wavers, stumbling slightly, and paige’s hand is suddenly there, gripping her bicep, steadying her. azzi blinks at the contact, something complicated flickering across her face before it dies out.

"you snuck out,” paige says again, voice flat, but azzi can hear something else in it—knows she’s gotten under her skin. “didn’t tell anyone. didn’t tell me. i had to call caroline who was worried out of her mind by the way.”

azzi swallows hard. she’s still trembling, still caught between panic and the aftermath of it, still seeing flashes of the mask in her mind like her own private film.

paige watches her closely, then exhales sharply. her hand slides up, grips the back of azzi’s neck.

“alright, nah,” she murmurs, voice lowering. “you're fucked up right now. you're done. i'm cutting you off. let’s go.”

azzi exhales another weak laugh. “i don’t wanna go.”

“yeah, well, i don’t care.”

paige tugs at her arm, but azzi resists, still leaning against the wall, still lost in whatever slow-motion, drowning feeling she’s been trying to sink into all night.

“i just needed—needed—“azzi starts, but she doesn’t finish.

paige waits. then her grip on azzi’s arm tightens, just slightly.

“needed what?”

azzi doesn’t answer. she looks up at paige, her lashes fringed with tiny tears as the party fades and reality sinks back in. paige’s jaw flexes, her hands follow suit. then, without another word, she steps even closer, her hands bracketing azzi’s hips, fingers pressing firm through the thin fabric of her dress.

“okay, fine,” paige murmurs, tone shifting—calmer now, almost coaxing. “you wanna stay? you wanna keep drinking and pretending shit didn’t happen?”

paige leans in, her lips ghosting the shell of azzi’s ear. “i’ll tell you what’s gonna happen, az,” she murmurs. “you’re gonna let me walk you out of here, and you’re gonna get in my fucking car. or i carry you out. swear.”

azzi shivers. she opens her mouth, but paige is already stepping back, already pulling her toward the exit. she knows what azzi would choose.

so, azzi lets her.

she lets paige take her hand, lets her lead her through the press of bodies, weaving through the overstimulation of sweat-slick strangers. lets herself be found again.

the song echoes behind her as they exit, a ghostly question on the cool breeze: what about you / when i fuck things up, yeah.

paige will always find her.

azzi sniffles, leans her head against paige’s back as the older girl tries to get the passenger door open.

“‘m sorry,” she sobs. “i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i just wanna feel good.”

paige stills, then turns and tugs her into a tight hug. azzi twitches with her tears, melts into the fortress of paige’s arms.

“i just wanna feel good again,” she says again, and paige continues to hold her.

she doesn’t know how long they stand there, how long paige holds her up.

𓇼

the bathroom floor is cold.

it’s the first thing azzi notices when she wakes, her cheek pressed against the white tile, her body curled around the base of the toilet like it's an altar. they have a beautiful bathroom is the second thing she thinks—and it’s what tells her that she still may be a little drunk. she presses further into the floor, desperate for the beauty to purify her.

her head pounds. everything hurts. not just physically, but bone-deep exhaustion that makes her wonder if this is what dying feels like.

she doesn't remember getting home. doesn't remember much after seeing paige at the club, after being found again. sunlight slices through the small window, hitting the shower curtain and diffusing into something gentle. but it's still too much. azzi closes her eyes, groans, feels her stomach heave.

she’s now at the point where she has no shame. she lies on her stomach, covered only by an oversized navy blue uconn tee and a pair of black cotton panties that do nothing to cover the full bubble of her ass. she thinks of paige changing her and the shame returns.

"mornin', princess."

azzi flinches. the shame deepens. she doesn't need to look to know it's paige, leaning against the doorframe, watching her. always watching.

"go away," azzi mumbles, her voice cracking straight down the middle to reveal her heart.

"nah, i don't think so." paige's voice is controlled, but azzi can hear the tension beneath it. "you look like shit. need to get some food in you."

azzi finally opens her eyes, turns her head slightly to look at paige. the blonde is wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, her hair pulled back into a loose braid. she's holding a glass of water and two pills in her outstretched hand. even now, so clearly disappointed and irritated, she’s so beautiful.

azzi closes her eyes again, as if to stop paige from getting in. but her desire for her, her need has already infested her. to want paige was a disease and the spores had long spread deep into azzi’s body.

"i said go away."

paige sighs, stepping into the bathroom and crouching beside her. "take the pills, az."

"no."

"bro, stop being difficult. just take them."

"i don't want your help," azzi says, each word deliberate. she sits up slightly, her back against the bathtub, ignoring how the movement makes the room spin. "i can take care of myself."

paige laughs, but there's no humor in it. "yeah? that what you was doing last night? taking care of yourself?"

humiliation stings through azzi, quick and sharp. she remembers flashes—the body glitter, hands on her waist, the pulsing lights. the mask. always the mask.

"leave me alone."

"i'ma get you some toast. you need to eat."

"no."

paige's jaw tightens. "azzi. get the fuck up. you need to eat something."

"i said no!" azzi snaps, louder now, her voice bouncing off the bathroom walls. she knows she’s being childish, knows that this is her begging for attention but, "just—stop. stop pretending like everything's normal. stop acting like you care."

paige goes still. "acting?"

"yes, acting! this whole—" azzi gestures wildly between them, "—this whole thing. it's bullshit."

"bullshit," paige repeats, her voice dangerously soft. she sets the water and pills down on the edge of the sink with controlled precision. "you think i'm acting."

"i think you're a fucking liar," azzi says, and immediately regrets it. not because it isn't true, but because saying it out loud makes her unable to escape it.

paige's eyes flash. "a liar."

"yes! you—" azzi stops, swallows hard. her head is pounding so fiercely she can barely think. "you're not who i thought you were."

"no?" paige shifts closer, her eyes never leaving azzi's face. "who am i then, az? tell me. since you got me all figured out."

azzi closes her eyes, wishes she could disappear. "i don't know. it’s driving me crazy."

silence stretches between them, taut and heavy. then paige speaks, her voice surprisingly gentle.

"i told you, az. i'm just trying to protect you."

and there it is—the thing they don't talk about. the monster under the bed.

"protect me?" azzi laughs, bitter and broken. "from what? from who? the other killer, right? or maybe from yourself?"

paige's expression hardens. "you know better than that. they're out there, and they've got it in for you. you think i'm making that up? you think i enjoy this? watching you fall apart?"

"i don't know what to think anymore!" azzi's voice rises, threatens to crack. "i don't know what's real. i just know that my best friend—" she chokes on the words. "my best friend is a killer. and i'm just supposed to what? trust you? follow you around like some lost puppy?"

"i ain't never hurt you," paige says, fierce and low. "never would."

"but you've hurt others."

paige doesn't deny it. she just watches azzi, her gaze steady.

"i'm just trying to keep you safe," she says finally.

something in azzi snaps.

"for what?!" she shouts, pushing herself up straighter despite the way it makes her stomach churn. "why do you even care? it's not like i'm your girlfriend!"

the words hang between them, electric and dangerous. azzi freezes, realizing what she's just said, what she's just revealed. paige's eyes widen slightly, her lips parting in surprise. "az…" she starts, her voice softer now. "hey…"

"get out," azzi whispers, panic rising in her chest. "get out. get the fuck out!"

she's shaking now, tears threatening to spill over. she didn't mean to say it. didn't mean to expose herself so easily.

paige doesn't move. instead, she reaches out, her fingers brushing against azzi's cheek, gentle in a way that makes azzi want to scream.

"nah," paige says softly, her thumb wiping away a tear that has escaped despite azzi's best efforts. "i don't think that's what you want."

she's right.

paige shifts closer, careful and slow like she's approaching a wounded animal. in one fluid motion, she slides down to sit on the cold tile and pulls azzi into her lap, cradling her against her chest. azzi is too tired, too hungover, too emotionally drained to resist.

"why don't you ever just tell me whatchu want, ma? like straight up?" paige murmurs, her breath warm against azzi's temple. her fingers thread through azzi's hair, nails scratching gently against her scalp in a way that makes azzi want to melt despite herself.

azzi swallows hard, her eyes closed tight against the tears that threaten to spill. "because," she whispers, "one day you'll get tired of me. of this. of whatever this is."

her voice cracks on the last word, and she hates how vulnerable she sounds, how much she's revealing.

"and then what happens to me? what happens when you decide i'm not worth protecting anymore?"

there’s silence and then paige wraps a hand around her chin, forces her to look at her. she takes azzi’s hand in hers, lifts it up to the light and they both watch as she slides their hands together. she brings them down, twists so that azzi’s palm is revealed, and presses it down over her heart.

“you hear that?” paige says, and azzi slows her breathing as she tries to listen. eventually, she hears it. paige’s heart, on one hundred, plump and ripe as it pounds steadily against the meat of her hand. “do you know who’s doing this to me?”

azzi looks up at paige, eyes glistening. paige asks her again, voice steady, eyes steadier. “answer me. who’s doing this to me, az?”

“me,” azzi whispers.

“you,” paige affirms. her eyes are so bright, like ice under sun. “i’ll be tired of you only when i’m dead. and even then, i’ll claw my way up from hell to be with you in heaven, mama. i can promise you that.”

azzi watches her, sees the gleam of bloodlust and nods. she digs her nails into paige’s shoulder, and claws into her. she relaxes when paige claws back.

𓇼 azzi fakes it better. she packs up everything: the secret, the conversation that should’ve happened post her confessing her love for paige, the fear. it all festers. it beats against her brain like swallows against the glass of a window.

𓇼 she switches. the partying stops. the sneaking out slows. she remembers to have fun responsibly, runs herself into the ground at practice. she’s fine. perfect even.

𓇼 but the isolation begins. she needs to know who she’s dealing with, what vendetta she’s running from.

𓇼 paige won’t tell her much, this she knows. she tells her she’s tired to keep her at bay, but paige knows she’s lying. azzi supposes she allows her to get away with it because of the way she had been lying to her before. eventually, her time will be up.

𓇼 everyone is still worried about her though no one will say it.

𓇼 caroline starts sleeping over so much that azzi tells her to go back to her own place, if only to prevent paige from almost weeping with jealousy or something more psychopathic.

𓇼 morgan finds a way to keep touching her, trying to anchor her via the exercises given to her by her therapist. aubrey offers to talk and azzi says no, thank you with a bright smile. nika squeezes her shoulders when they hit the library together to study for a biomechanics exam from hell.

𓇼 the other girls follow suit: jana suddenly always ready for brunch, ice and kk practically living on her and paige’s couch, ashlynn walking with her after class. paige hates that one the most. azzi doesn’t understand it.

𓇼 paige will tense when ashlynn’s hand wraps around hers, their arms glued together as the other girl tries to talk azzi out of her worried thoughts.

𓇼 azzi kind of likes it, likes the fact that paige feels that something as simple as holding her hand should only fall within her jurisdiction. ash thinks it’s funny and azzi says nothing, focused on finding a way to live with the knowledge that she’s being hunted down.

𓇼 still, nothing makes the spiral stop. it only slows.

𓇼 sleep becomes a luxury azzi can't afford. every night after paige drifts off, azzi slips out of bed and hunches over her laptop at the kitchen table, blue light painting shadows across her face as she scrolls through article after article.

𓇼 victims one, two, and three: three volleyball players from the same school, found together. victim four: jasmine williams, duke basketball standout. body discovered behind the equipment shed.

𓇼 victim five: madison park, tennis prodigy from MIT. bled out on the pavement, a neat crescent carved across her neck. victim six: sophia rose, soccer star from uconn. found on the field with multiple stab wounds. no witnesses.

𓇼 azzi creates a map, marks each location with a red dot. she writes out their names, their sports, their accolades. she searches for connections, for patterns, for any reason why these specific people were targeted. for any reason why she might be next.

𓇼 the pattern emerges slowly, then all at once: they were stars. the ones coaches praised in press conferences. all but two were team captains. all were exceptional athletes with promising futures. ones with highlight reels that once went viral, but now stood as a testament to their white lighter lives.

𓇼 ones like paige. ones like her.

𓇼 "fuck," she whispers to the darkness. "what's the fucking point of any of this?"

𓇼 dark circles form under her eyes. she drinks coffee until her hands shake. caroline notices, offers to get her a prescription for something to help her sleep. azzi declines with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. she knows herself, and what she can become. the last thing she needs is to have to be weaned off of the sweet lullaby of a drug.

𓇼 at practice, she's still razor-sharp. fear has a way of focusing the mind, and basketball has always been her sanctuary. on the court, she doesn't have to think about killers or survival or her best friend's bloody (perfect) hands.

𓇼 geno watches her with concerned eyes but says nothing. he knows better than to interfere with whatever parasite eats at inside of her. kk whispers to jana that azzi seems "haunted." jana just nods, squeezes azzi’s hand during an exercise.

𓇼 night after night, azzi builds her theory. tacks photos to a corkboard she hides in her closet when paige is around. connects threads between victims who seemed to have nothing in common except their athletic excellence and the brutal way they died.

𓇼 she's so deep in her research one night that she doesn't hear paige approach until warm hands slide over her shoulders.

"princess, it's 3 am," paige's voice is thick with sleep, her fingers kneading the tension from azzi's neck. "what you still doing up?"

azzi quickly closes her laptop, but not before paige catches a glimpse of the crime scene photos.

"just couldn't sleep," azzi says, leaning back into paige's touch despite herself.

paige sighs, her breath warm against azzi's ear. the heat makes azzi’s body lock up, then break down."you can't keep doing this to yourself, ma. you gotta rest sometime."

"i'm fine."

"nah, you not." paige spins azzi's chair around, forcing her to meet her eyes. "i miss you."

the simple confession catches azzi off guard. paige looks vulnerable in the dim kitchen light, her hair messy from sleep. she’s in one of azzi’s hoodies, the sleeves well-worn.

"i'm right here," azzi says softly.

"you’re not though. you’re here—" paige taps azzi's forehead gently, "—but you’re not here." she places her hand over azzi's heart. "i want you here w’me. i miss my best friend."

the words hit azzi like a physical blow. because despite everything—despite the lies, the blood, the danger—she misses paige too. misses the simplicity of before, when paige was just her overprotective best friend and not a borderline psychopath trying to save her from another.

"come on," paige says, tugging azzi up from the chair. "laptop closed. no more death tonight."

azzi allows herself to be pulled to her feet. "what are you doing?"

paige grins that familiar smile that makes azzi's heart skip despite everything. it’s in moments like this one where azzi can see how paige will age, how she'll morph over time into something so golden and full of life. she watches as paige walks over to the speaker on the counter and connects her phone. a moment later, sza's voice fills the kitchen, low enough not to disturb their neighbors.

"dancing," paige says, extending her hand. "like we used to."

azzi hesitates, just for a moment, before taking her hand. "this is ridiculous."

"prolly."

but paige pulls her close, one hand on her waist, the other still holding azzi's. they sway together in the dim kitchen, bare feet on cool wood, the music wrapping around them like a cocoon. azzi rests her head on paige's shoulder and inhales the familiar scent of her skin. 

for a moment, they're just two college students, dancing in their kitchen at 3 am because they can. maybe even two women married and tried, nothing in between them but love found true. 

"i got a question for you," paige murmurs against her hair.

"hmm?"

"go out with me."

azzi pulls back slightly, eyes searching paige's face. "that’s not a question."

"az. you know what i mean. like, for real. a date. me and you." paige looks almost shy, which is so unlike her that azzi almost laughs. "been wanting to ask for a minute now."

"a date," azzi repeats, tasting the word. "like roses and dinner and—”

"mmhmm. if that's what you want. i just want you. however, you'll have me."

the honesty in paige's voice makes azzi's chest ache. this is what she's wanted for so long, and now that it's here, wrapped in flesh and blood, she doesn't know what to do with it.

"yes," azzi says before she can think better of it. "yes, i'll go out with you."

paige's smile is like the sun breaking through clouds. she spins azzi around suddenly, making her laugh in surprise, before pulling her back in close.

"bet," paige says, pressing her forehead against azzi's. "friday night. i'ma show you the best night of your life, promise."

azzi believes her.

𓇼 the next morning feels different. lighter somehow. azzi catches herself humming as she makes her matcha, stealing glances at paige across the kitchen. paige is unabashedly staring back and it makes azzi laugh so much she flashes her teeth.

𓇼 paige’s phone is connected to the mini speaker sitting on the counter and when ‘power trip’ by j. cole filters through, she sings the chorus to her with her hands out as if pleading azzi to release her from this cycle they're in. azzi flushes, covering her face as paige tells her “we are, we are, we are” in response to miguel’s crooning question of: would you believe me if i said i'm in love?

𓇼 azzi tries to play it cool, tries to tamp down the wave rising in her stomach. she rolls her eyes, pushes paige back as she makes her way to the door. at the last minute, she turns and says “i do want you, though,” in response to paige's horrifically loud and off-key wails about how she wants her to want her. 

𓇼 paige lights up, full body, and rushes to the door. azzi giggles and shuts the door just in time, laughing louder at paige’s dramatic cry of her name behind the wood. 

𓇼 still, she doesn’t lose sight of her goal. the research remains, tucked away in a folder on her laptop, but for the first time in weeks, azzi feels like she can breathe. like maybe there's a way through this darkness after all.

𓇼 paige brings her flowers between classes. it’s beautiful: a coil of baby pink peonies mixed in with lilies so orange they almost glow. azzi blushes when paige hands them to her in front of everyone, her smile pulled out like a ship called to shore.

𓇼 "what's this for?" azzi asks, burying her nose in the petals to hide her smile.

𓇼 "practice, princess," paige says with a wink. "for friday."

𓇼 the rest of the team notices the shift. kk raises an eyebrow when paige's hand lingers on azzi's back during practice. jana smirks knowingly when they arrive to team breakfast together, paige carrying azzi's bag alongside her own.

𓇼 caroline corners azzi in the locker room. "finally happening, huh?" she asks, nodding toward paige across the room. azzi just shrugs, but she can't keep the smile off her face. "maybe."

𓇼 "about time. you two have been dancing around each other forever." this time from ashlynn. the words are sweet, encouraging, but azzi can’t help but feel her tone is slightly cold. however, the irony of that statement—of how literal their dancing had been—makes azzi laugh.

𓇼 even geno seems pleased, his usual gruff demeanor softening when he catches paige stealing a kiss from azzi after a particularly good drill, her lips parting to show her teeth as she grins against azzi’s cheek.

𓇼 for three blissful days, azzi almost forgets. believes they could be normal. convinces herself that the horrors lurking beneath the surface of their lives might remain there. 

𓇼 but nothing good lasts forever.

𓇼 it happens on thursday night. one day before their date. azzi, jana, and morgan are in the library, their concentration on the edge as they cram for their biomechanics exam.

𓇼 "i swear to god, if i never hear the word 'kinetic chain' again, it'll be too soon," morgan groans, closing her book with a thud.

𓇼 "you know your stuff," jana insists, nudging morgan with her elbow. "you'll do fine, babe."

𓇼 "easy for you to say. you're actually good at science."

𓇼 azzi knocks their knees together in camaraderie, about to chime in with her own complaints about the exam, when the lights flicker once, twice, then go out completely.

𓇼 the library plunges into darkness, the only illumination coming from the emergency exit signs casting a deep red glow across the stacks.

"please, don’t panic," calls the library assistant from somewhere near the front desk. "probably just a power surge. the emergency lights should kick in soon."

azzi's phone illuminates, casting harsh shadows across her face. jana and morgan follow suit, three small pools of light in the darkness.

"weird," morgan whispers, glancing around. "i’m kind of freaked out. do you think we should wait it out or—"

the crash of breaking glass cuts through the quiet, followed by screams from the front of the room. then another sound that makes azzi's blood freeze—music drifting through the darkness. a slow, distorted rock ballad playing from somewhere in the stacks.

"we need to go," azzi says, already gathering her books. "now."

before they can move, there's a commotion at the front desk, more screaming. the library assistant's voice rises in panic before cutting off abruptly. 

"back exit," jana whispers, grabbing morgan's arm. "through the archives."

they move quickly through the darkness, phone lights bobbing, hearts pounding. azzi leads, and jana follows, with morgan bringing up the rear. the music grows louder as they navigate between shelves, the slow, grinding guitars creating a surreal backdrop to their flight. they reach the archives section when azzi hears it—the soft scrape of footsteps behind them, too deliberate to be another panicked student.

"hide," she hisses, pulling jana behind a tall shelf. morgan ducks behind a study carrel, her breathing shallow and fast.

from their hiding place, azzi can see a figure moving through the shadows. the mask gleams in the red emergency light; that same nightmare mask she'd glimpsed in the club, in her dreams. 

"there's a window in the rare books room," jana breathes against azzi's ear. "we can break it, get out."

azzi nods, scanning the darkness. the killer seems to be moving away from them, toward the front of the archives. if they're quick, if they're quiet…

"on three," she mouths. "one. two—"

morgan's phone chimes loudly, an incoming text that shatters the silence. the killer whips around, head tilting like a predator sensing prey.

"run!" azzi screams and the sound tears through her throat like razor wire.

they break cover, sprinting toward the rare books room. the killer moves with inhuman speed, cutting between shelves to intercept them. jana reaches the door first, yanking it open, shoving morgan through. azzi feels the air shift behind her, and ducks instinctively as metal slices the space where her head had been. she tumbles forward, scrambling on hands and knees toward the door.

inside the room, jana is already at the window, using a chair to break the glass. the sound of shattering is thunderous in the small space. morgan helps clear the jagged edges from the frame.

"hurry!" morgan cries.

the door bursts open. everything slows down. 

in the light of the exit sign, azzi sees the glint of the knife, sees jana pivot to protect morgan, sees her own hands reaching for anything to use as a weapon. the attack is swift, brutal. jana manages to land a solid kick that sends the killer stumbling back into a shelf. books rain down, an avalanche of hard weight. morgan helps azzi to her feet, both of them backing toward the window.

"almost there," morgan says, her voice incredibly earnest as she gestures at the window frame.

the killer recovers, lunging forward. jana grabs a heavy tome from behind her and swings it with all her strength. it connects with the killer's arm, and as the killer moans in pain, something snaps—a thin silver bracelet that falls to the floor with a musical chime. azzi's eyes lock onto it, the breath freezing in her lungs. she knows that bracelet. 

the realization floods her with ice-cold clarity. it’s short-lived, a moment of consciousness before the killer slickly pivots, knife finding its mark in morgan's abdomen.

the sound morgan makes isn't a scream—it's smaller, more surprised. a soft "oh" as the blade sinks deep. hot blood blooms across her faded beige sweatshirt, appearing black as it stains the stitches of the malibu imprinted upon it. 

jana screams, the sound primal and raw. the tang of blood fills the air and mixes with the salt of the tears tracking down azzi's face, mixes with the snot and spit of terror. she can taste it all. fear has a flavor; it’s metallic and bitter at the back of her throat. 

the killer twists the knife cruelly before yanking it free. morgan stares down at the spread of her own blood, her expression more confused than pained. she’s mumbling, misunderstanding what’s happened to her as her mind tries to shield her one last time. her knees buckle, but the killer grabs her before she can fall with a strength that seems impossible for their frame. in one fluid motion, they drag morgan toward the window, its glass teeth jagged and waiting to tear flesh.

jana recovers first, charging forward with a wail that shreds her vocal cords raw. but the killer is ready. they are always ready. they sidestep at the last moment, and jana's momentum carries her past, sending her crashing into a display case. azzi lunges forward—but it's too late. 

the killer heaves morgan's body through the window, the glass slicing her skin neatly as she tumbles through. her body falls into the darkness, a wet thud following a moment later, sickening and final. azzi’s eyes fill with tears, taking in jana’s distraught hiccuping sobs and her own rough weeping from the floor. morgan is silent, smashed into a memory on the pavement, her face undone into a mess of blood and bone. 

azzi crawls to the window, heaves herself up. she must look insane but she doesn’t care. this can’t be happening. this isn’t happening. morgan needs to wake up. this isn’t funny. 

“morgan. morgan, wake up. mo, please wake up. please. please.”

the world is smearing together. there’s white noise inside of her head. azzi is crying so hard that she’s unable to breathe, her body unleashing a sound that doesn’t belong in a human throat. she fights to not slide to her knees, sobbing as she distantly registers jana weakly crawling to her side, pulling azzi away into her arms. they’re a terrible scene: a girl holding a girl who is calling to a corpse.

“morgan, please. please.”

the world is ending around them. this is her worst fear realized. the killer only watches them, head tilting slightly. even through the mask, azzi feels the cold assessment, the casual cruelty. 

they're not people to this monster—just sacks of meat to be opened, animals to be put down.

azzi's gaze drops to the broken bracelet on the floor, then back to the masked figure. "i know who you are," she whispers, her voice a ragged remnant. "i know, and i swear to god, i will kill you."

the killer's shoulders rise and fall in what might be a silent laugh. then, with one last look at the girls struggling to their feet, they melt back into the darkness, vanishing amidst the soundtrack of their destruction.

𓇼

azzi’s only silent when the police come. she’s incoherent, her mouth and chin covered in vomit. there’s a refusal to process the truth, a refusal to process the dead body splayed underneath the window. and yet, when they lead the girls outside, she finds the strength to run and hold morgan’s shattered body to her stomach when they try to take her away. 

she looks oddly beautiful, jana thinks, gaze distantly focused on what’s left of morgan. her eyes are so pretty. she has big, starry eyes. sad baby eyes. i should’ve told her. jana collapses then, cracks her head on the sidewalk as she goes out cold.

azzi pays her no mind, says something over and over, so quickly that she remains unaware that she’s speaking. when she accesses the police report later she reads that she sat in morgan’s blood, crying out that she loved her again and again for over thirty minutes. the officers had let her have that time, had understood who this girl had been to her. the paramedics had whisked jana away almost immediately after her fall, unable to waste any more time. 

but what sticks in azzi’s head years after the massacre is the way that murderer had looked at them. the way their body had radiated triumph and a tinge of sick desire as they watched her on the floor, as they watched her take in what was left of her teammate and friend.

azzi had been too busy screaming to see how jana had looked up and had silently begged them to kill her. but the killer knew at that moment that it would only hurt them more to remain alone and alive. that it would eat them whole. jana had grasped at them as they moved away from her and toward the door. she had almost touched their boot when they’d kicked her in the side, sending her toppling and cracking into the wall. 

she’d landed hard, face to face with her slack-eyed reflection in the display case. her own eyes stared her down, and then she’d picked herself up, her body aching severely. she had crawled to azzi, unable to get up a second time, and curled around her wailing form.

now, azzi is silent. jana is unconscious. morgan is gone. 

the body bag zips up over a person she knew, a girl she loved so much, that she would’ve done anything for. she lays on her back, her ribs fractured and grief punching through her lungs. she feels blood pool in her mouth. 

a friend is dead, and the other is in critical condition. she thinks of this. she remembers the bracelet. she is filled with the certainty that she knows exactly who's trying to kill her.

as her eyes shut, light floods through her teeth. the sun’s risen.

𓇼 paige doesn't leave her side after that. not for a second. she sleeps curled around azzi like a shield, her body tense even in unconsciousness, ready to spring into action at the slightest sound.

𓇼 "i'm so sorry, mama," paige whispers against azzi's hair, over and over, like a prayer or a promise. "i should've been there.”  she should have.

𓇼 azzi doesn't respond. can't find the words past the knot of grief in her throat. morgan is gone. sweet, funny morgan who always shared her snacks and locked her door and never forgot anyone's birthday.

𓇼 she can’t even imagine the emptiness that’s pooling deep inside of aubrey. she didn’t have a chance to speak to her. upon receiving the news all the light just left her. she shut down, went home. 

𓇼 the campus goes into extreme lockdown. classes are canceled. police swarm every building, every walkway. students are advised not to go anywhere alone, to go home if they’re able.

𓇼 jana stays with them, unable to return to the dorm she shared with morgan and sarah. she sleeps on their couch, when she sleeps at all. mostly she stares at the wall, her eyes hollow.

𓇼 "did you—did you see…" jana starts one night, her voice still hoarse from screaming. "did you see anything? anything that could help identify them?"

𓇼 azzi exchanges a look with paige, whose expression has gone carefully blank. jana’s stay has resulted in paige having to act normal, but more interestingly—it’s yielded kindness toward someone who isn’t azzi. paige is quiet, not because she aims to protect herself, but because she wants to shelter jana.

𓇼 "just the mask," azzi lies, the broken bracelet burning a hole in her pocket where she'd slipped it during the chaos. "nothing useful."

𓇼 but she knows. she saw enough in those brief, violent moments to confirm what she'd thought she’d hallucinated. the bracelet. ashlynn's bracelet. 

𓇼 she had watched her fidget with it during team meetings, a nervous habit. had complimented it once, and ashlynn had smiled coldly, said it was a gift from her mother. ashlynn, who was nondescript and kind and perfectly under the radar. who had thrown morgan out of the goddamn window.

𓇼 that night, jana falls asleep on their couch, the exhaustion of grief finally pulling her under. azzi sits at the kitchen counter, turning the silver bracelet over and over in her hands. the delicate chain catches the dim light, the small charm—a pair of wings—spinning slowly.

𓇼 paige watches her from the doorway, her expression unreadable. "you need to sleep, az."

𓇼 "can't," azzi says, not looking up.

𓇼 paige crosses to her, bare feet silent on the tile floor. she stops behind azzi's chair, close enough that azzi can feel the heat radiating from her body.

𓇼 "come on," paige says, her voice gentle in a way it rarely is with anyone else. "just for a little while."

𓇼 azzi allows herself to be guided to paige's room, the bracelet still clutched in her palm. the door clicks shut behind them, and for a moment, they just stand there in the darkness, breathing each other's air.

𓇼 "it's ashlynn, isn't it?" azzi whispers finally, the words barely audible.

𓇼 the silence stretches, thick and heavy between them. paige's silhouette is motionless against the faint glow from the window.

𓇼 "isn't it?" azzi repeats, her voice cracking on the question. paige's shoulders slump, as if under an invisible weight. "yes."

𓇼 the single word lands like a physical blow. azzi makes a sound—something between a gasp and a sob—and sinks down onto the edge of the bed.

𓇼 “what the fuck?”

𓇼 paige sits beside her, close but not touching. "she's always been... off. even before i knew what i was, i could sense something similar in her. i guess at one point, we were competing." paige's voice is low, careful. "she hates anyone who outshines her. can't stand not being the center of attention. went along for a while because it was fun, gave me a fix. then coach started talking about you being the future of the program...she snapped. i told her you were off limits."

𓇼 "but you—"

𓇼 "she's scared of me," paige says simply. "she knows what i am. what i can do. so she targets you instead."

𓇼 "to hurt you," azzi whispers. everything is finally coming together. "to get you out of the way."

𓇼 paige nods, her profile sharp in the dim light. "two birds, one stone."

𓇼 azzi opens her palm, the bracelet catching the moonlight. "what are we going to do?"

𓇼 "i’m going to get her back," paige says, the words falling like stones between them. "make it even."

𓇼 the certainty in paige's voice should frighten her, azzi thinks. the casual way she speaks of killing. but instead, it sends a different kind of shiver through her body.

azzi is unable to sleep despite her best efforts. 

she rolls over time and time again, even trying to listen to a three-hour video of ocean wave asmr. nothing works. her mind is buzzing with an amalgamation of terror and dark, desperate need. 

she sits up, her scarf and bonnet sliding down her back coolly. she swings her feet over her bed and stumbles through the door and into the hallway. she doesn’t bother taking her phone or using a flashlight. she knows where she’s headed; there was never anywhere else. 

paige opens the door with her eyes squinted with sleep, but it only lasts a minute. she’s so attuned to azzi, so wired into the signal of her body. she steps forward halfway only for azzi to press her back into the room, closing the door behind her. she leans against the door, hands behind her back and on the doorknob before she speaks. 

“i feel so unsafe like someone is watching me,” azzi starts, not sure how to finish the thought. not sure what she needs beyond the immediate presence of paige's skin against hers, beyond the oblivion of touch. “i need you to watch me.”

 “’m not following, az,” paige tells her, brow furrowing in confusion. “watchu mean?”

azzi says nothing, only looking up at her from underneath her dark lashes.  then she moves, skirts around paige, and sits on her bed. she taps the space beside her gently, urging her best friend to come sit down. when paige obliges, azzi shifts back so that she’s further up and near the headboard.

without breaking eye contact, azzi takes her sleep shirt by the hem and lifts it over her head in one fluid motion. it leaves her chest bare, her nipples pebbling immediately in response to the cool air. they’re dark and hard, and make paige’s mouth water. her brain has gone offline. 

azzi continues, lifting her hips to slide down her shorts and reveal the jade-green panties she’s wearing. the lace is deepened to a lush, emerald green at the apex of her thighs—her arousal soaking through. azzi crawls forward, brings her hands to paige’s face, cradling it before pulling her forward. 

the first kiss is gentle—a question, an offering. the second is not.

azzi loses herself in the heat of paige's mouth, in the insistent press of her body. she tastes like mint and something headier, something that makes azzi’s head spin. they fall back onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and desperate hands. paige's mouth finds the sensitive spot where azzi's neck meets her shoulder, and azzi arches up, a soft moan escaping her lips. 

they break apart and paige hovers above her, eyes reflecting starlight from the window. azzi thumbs at her bottom lip, swipes up the saliva there, and pushes it back in. she curves her finger, fucks it in like she would in paige’s cunt, and feels her stomach pulse as paige rocks down, eyes going up momentarily and revealing white.

"unh," she says eloquently, her voice rough with wanting and the syllables slurred around azzi’s fingers.

azzi laughs, then retracts her fingers. she forces paige up and off of her, adjusting so that she sits back on her haunches with her knees bent. she breathes. “i’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to watch me. and when i’m ready, i’ll ask you to touch.”

paige can’t think. she’s working on base instinct, on the primal need to please the girl before her. azzi smells so sweet like she always does. it’s sugar, pear, plum, and at the base—caramel. paige can't help but lean forward and bite down, working into the muscle of her tits. her fingers trace the high peak of the nipple left neglected by her tongue, moaning in tandem with azzi as the other girl spasms with pleasure. paige wonders if she can get her to cum just like this, if she can get her to release wet and hot and sticky all over her face; drip sweet and warm into her mouth. 

azzi shifts beneath her, her ass practically spilling out of her lace panties, her thighs so full, so perfect. paige has to swallow a groan at the sight.

and yes, azzi’s just been through a horrific incident,  and paige is barely holding it together, and probably high off of finally, finally having this moment, but god, she just aches for azzi so much. a spear of desire pierces through her, making her dig her nails into azzi's back to keep it down.

she thinks of before, of that same feeling of feeling less sick, less starved for the blood she thinks of wheedling out of perfect strangers. now, her body sings a cohesive tune. it’s azzi, all the time.

 “paige," azzi whispers, pulling her up for another kiss. "you—fuck—you have to listen. not yet, okay? i promise i’ll let you touch soon, let you do anything you want to me.."

paige obeys. she can’t do anything but. she busies herself with losing her mind silently as she uses every single molecule of strength in her body to pull back. she isn’t good at being good all the time though, so she sneaks one last touch in and revels in the small sounds azzi makes when her fingers find her swollen clit, in the way she bucks when paige's mouth trails down her neck when paige’s nails mark up her inner thighs. 

every touch feels both new and familiar as if they've been doing this for years, as if they were made for exactly this. paige thinks they were. azzi finds she agrees. finally, paige stops touching her and azzi can do what she needs to. she sits fully on her ass now, thighs spread open and a hand dangling lazily in front of the wet fabric of her underwear.

after a while, she drags them down her legs and off. she goes to slip them off the side of the bed, but paige stops her with a quick hand. she takes them, swirls a fingertip in the middle of the fabric where all of azzi’s arousal lies spilled. paige looks up, keeps eye contact as she sucks it off. azzi has to physically restrain herself from lunging for her.

instead, she spreads her legs wider and smiles slowly as paige’s eyes glaze over. azzi looks as confectionary as paige imagined her to be, her cunt perfect and full with brown folds that give way to a pink as bright as turkish delight. it drools unabashedly, precum sliding down and out onto the bed. 

she's so sensitive, crying out weakly as she slides a finger inside. she pushes herself hard from the start, then harder and harder—takes herself further and further. paige is trying so hard to be good; her body practically twitches with it.  she watches intently as azzi’s fingers dip deep inside her gummy walls, curling and pulling until a thin ring of white sits frothy and bright at the base of them. 

azzi surrenders her eye contact with paige, head kicking back as she rolls a thumb over the rosy pearl of her clit. it’s swollen and straining with stimulation. paige makes a sound low in her throat as azzi’s brow scrunches, her hips rolling and swiveling to meet her ministrations. and paige knows she’s supposed to be waiting for permission, knows that she’s only supposed to do what azzi wants her to. but she just—she just—fuck. 

she just wants azzi to feel good, and she’s so clearly struggling—so clearly begging for it. she can tell azzi is getting close, her thighs quivering as the muscles flex beneath the skin. just as azzi falls apart, paige crawls forward and over her, lowering her head to press against azzi’s kiss-swollen lips.

when her best friend falls apart beneath her, it’s electric and paige swallows the sparks, feeling something inside her chest crack open, something tender and frightening blooming in its place. she doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop despite azzi’s high whimpers. instead, paige trails a hand down until she reaches azzi’s pussy, playing with the lips and sinking in and out. her mouth is running a mile a minute, most of it incoherent and filthy.

“shit’s loose as fuck,” she murmurs against azzi’s neck, the words hot against her veins. “perfect and ready f'me, right? so fucking needy for me, aren’t you, baby? she needs me, doesn’t she?”

azzi tries to answer, but every time paige fucks into her she loses all ability to create a sound. so she mouths it, presses an endless stream of ‘yeses’ just beneath paige’s ear. one of her hands comes up and twists into paige’s hair, yanking a mass of blonde as she chases her second high. paige groans gutturally, the pain so familiar and so fucking good.

she feels azzi twist beneath her, feels the signal her body is broadcasting, and she removes her fingers. azzi makes a sound like she’s been shot, and paige kisses her to soothe her. she works quickly, tipping them further back till azzi is completely flat on the comforter. with steady hands, paige pushes one of her legs further out so that there’s enough space for her to fit in between them. 

she shimmies out of her boxers and slides off of her shirt. azzi watches her with undisguised desire, her eyes softening as she takes in paige’s full, pale tits with their perfect rose-pink nipples. her brown eyes darken as her gaze dips and falls on paige’s cunt, the lips slightly large and iced like a cupcake with her cum.

“fuck,” azzi breathes. “fuck, p, you’re so pretty. you’re so beautiful, baby. did you cum from watching me?”

paige nods, head hazy from the praise. “uh-huh.”

azzi goes to say something more, but paige might just die if she doesn’t get to feel her. she surges forward, aligns their cunts, and then drops slowly. the minute their clits touch both girls let out twin moans, high and strained as if in pain. paige rocks forward first, then back. azzi lets her set the pace, her mouth slack and her eyes so low that her lashes touch her cheek. 

nothing in the world will ever feel as good as this. it’s simply a thought that paige knows to be true.

she leans down and places a hand behind azzi’s head, rocking her hips faster and faster. with every pushy and pull she can feel the heat of their cunts, their separate wetness becoming shared. paige thinks of the fact that as they move against one another, their cum is slipping deep inside of their pussies which makes her bounce faster which makes azzi groan like she’s been hit and that makes paige reach out and slide a finger in between her full lips. 

and azzi wants to cum together, she really does, but she’s already so sensitive and paige is tearing her apart in her quest for pleasure. it only takes another grind before azzi screams and squirts, her hand flailing out blindly until she finds paige’s wrist and yanks her fingers from her mouth.

as her orgasm crests, sending her vision white and blind, azzi digs her teeth into paige’s palm to keep herself quiet, bites until the skin splits, and a drop of blood dribbles down her chin.

“oh shit, ma,” paige slurs, her pupils dilating wide. “fuckkk, honey, keep going. look at you, baby. give me that shit. c’mon, there you go. make me cum.”

azzi’s so overstimulated that her body is involuntarily jerking with the feel of paige still going and her orgasm still going and the world just keeps going and—she whites out, going unconscious momentarily as paige bucks faster and faster, hell-bent on cumming right inside of her. 

“so close, mama, swear. fuck, just—just a little more. az, look at me.” paige slaps her cheek a couple of times, grinning maniacally as azzi blinks woozily back into the present. “look at me. yeah, fuck, yeahhh.”

azzi mewls weakly and she sounds so fucking pathetic that it’s what sends paige over the edge. 

“holy shit,” paige squeals, her mouth dropping open. “oh. oh shit, thank you. thank you, baby. you make me feel so good. made me feel so fucking good. so fucking—god.”

as paige cums for the second time, azzi cums for the fourth—dry. nothing comes out, but she still pushes paige off and curls into a ball, slamming her legs shut as she draws into herself.  paige is half-laughing half-sobbing on her side as her orgasm spills like sunlight into her belly, spreading out until she’s on fire. 

they lie like this for a while, until azzi pushes out a whine and reaches for her best friend. paige crawls to her, still delicious with pleasure, and presses against her. her tits are sweat-slick against azzi’s hot back, and she’s so grateful for the fan beside her bed. she reaches up, finds the remote, and turns it on. 

they both sigh as their skin begins cooling in the breeze, legs tangled beneath the sheets. azzi turns and traces patterns on paige's chest, her touch featherlight.

 "i've wanted that for so long," paige admits, the lack of light making her brave. "wanted you. always"

"i know, p. me too," azzi whispers, pressing a kiss to paige's shoulder. "it was perfect. you’re so perfect."

paige tightens her arm around azzi, pulls her closer. "whatever happens, whatever comes next… i need you to know this isn't just—"

"i know, baby," azzi interrupts, raising herself on one elbow to look down at paige. "this isn't just a distraction or a coping mechanism or whatever. this is us. this is real."

the relief on paige's face is palpable, even in the dim light. she reaches up, tucks a curl behind azzi's ear. "real," she echoes, tasting the word.

it’s a covenant.

𓇼 morning comes too soon, streaming through the blinds in gauzy, golden ribbons. azzi wakes slowly, aware of the welcome weight of paige's arm around her waist, the steady rhythm of her breathing against azzi's back.

𓇼 for a moment, she allows herself to simply exist in this bubble of warmth, to pretend that they're just two regular girls waking up together after a night of finally giving in to their deepest desires.

𓇼 "i can hear you thinking," paige mumbles against her neck, voice thick with sleep.

𓇼 azzi laughs softly, turning in paige's arms to face her. "good morning to you too."

𓇼 paige's eyes are soft, still hazy with sleep, her hair a wild halo against the pillow. she looks younger like this, azzi thinks. more vulnerable.

𓇼 "hi," paige says, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

𓇼 "hi," azzi returns, tracing the line of paige's jaw with her finger.  they stay like that for a moment, just looking at each other, relearning features they already know by heart. paige shuffles forward, kisses azzi close-mouthed and chastely. azzi hums, leans into her.

𓇼 the sound of a throat clearing breaks the spell. they both look up to see jana standing in the doorway, arms crossed, expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

𓇼 "y'all are not as quiet as you think you are," jana says, arching an eyebrow. "just fyi."

𓇼 azzi feels heat rush to her face, burying it in paige's shoulder with a groan. paige, on the other hand, just grins, unrepentant.

𓇼 "my bad," paige says, not sounding sorry at all.

𓇼 jana rolls her eyes, but there's a ghost of a smile on her lips—the first azzi's seen since morgan. "i made coffee. and we need to talk."

𓇼 she leaves them alone, footsteps retreating down the hall. azzi raises her head to meet paige's eyes.

𓇼 "so much for keeping this quiet," she says.

𓇼 paige shrugs, pulling azzi closer. "let 'em talk. i got nothing to hide."

𓇼 "nothing?" azzi asks, but they both know she’s asking something else.

𓇼 paige's expression sobers. "about us? nothing. ’m not ashamed of you, az.”

𓇼 azzi nods, pressing a quick kiss to paige's lips before sitting up. she looks down at her, strokes her thumb along her bottom lip. "no matter what you think, it's the same for me. i love you. all of you, paige.” 

𓇼 paige watches her move around the room, gathering discarded clothes, her eyes hungry in a way that makes azzi's skin heat all over again.

𓇼 "stop looking at me like that," azzi says, pulling on paige's oversized t-shirt.

𓇼 "can't help it," paige replies, folding her arms behind her head, making no move to get up. "you're something else, fudd."

𓇼 azzi throws paige's shorts at her head. "get dressed. we've got work to do."

𓇼 paige catches the shorts with one hand, laughing. "yes, ma'am."

𓇼 as azzi reaches for the door, paige calls out her name. she turns, one hand on the doorknob.

𓇼 "hmm?"

𓇼 paige's expression is serious now, all traces of playfulness gone. "i meant what i said last night. whatever happens, i got you. always."

𓇼 azzi feels something tighten in her chest, a mixture of fear and fierce affection. "i know, baby. i got you too."

𓇼 and she believes it. they have each other. and together, they're going to end this. or die trying. 

© hcneymooners.

[beansprean]

E11 Ideas in no particular order:

Simon the Devious rug pull/reveal

Simon the Devious was behind the documentary all along. He is Greg the camera guy. The documentary was produced by the Daltry Brothers Production Company with thanks to the Toby Daltry Memorial Film Foundation

Outrageous nandermo flirting throughout

Nandermo secret off-camera relationship (we already have canon nandermo QPR I just wanna remind everyone Guillermo is officially in the polycule)

We find out via tv news in the background that Jordan got hit with that sign Nandor threw and he died (no one cares bc they are doing more interesting things)

Nandermo get served by the local Staten Island Chapter of Vampire Vigilantes for operating as superheroes without a permit

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary and its full of 'deleted' scenes that we have never seen before (leading to revealed secrets and arguments and confessions and-)

1 hour special that is literally the documentary (with a special guest narrator)

The Guide x Miguel I am so serious

The entire episode is just a backdoor pilot for a spinoff series (seanmaine sitcom?) (life as cravensworth's robinson's monster?)

The house blows up/is destroyed somehow

Colin, as part of the house based on my own personal EV lore, dies or nearly dies bc of this. They get a new house and bury him there and then he pops back up babystyled and the monster has to be his dad now

The monster sacrifices himself to save his dads (noooo!!!!!!!!)

Last scene all the vampires are going into the fancy room to have an orgy and Nandor pokes his head out to say 'arent you coming Guillermo?' and he grins and shrugs at the camera and goes in and thats how it ends

Jenna was there The Whole Time (please god it would be so funny i will die on this hill)

Guillermo dies and Nandor has to turn him anyway

Guillermo dies and Nandor tries to turn him but apparently thats how energy vamps are made whoopsie

Laszlo says "Guillermo" correctly

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests

(maybe even including the two Freddies bc it would be very funny. Nandor getting jealous like excuse me step away from Guillermo you had your chance and Freddie is like oh sorry no I'm the other Freddie and Nandor is like o rly hello and Guillermo is like exCUSE ME STEP AWA-)

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests that turns out to be a trap set by the Vampiric Council and they all have to fight their way out of that shit again

Red carpet premiere of the documentary that turns out to be a trap set by Batdor and Robllermo to murder a bunch of rich people

Nadja starts an mlm foot pic empire with the monster as her bouncer (dressed in a cute little pimp suit and feathered hat)

Somehow, the Witch's Skin Hat has returned

Guillermo returns to his pre-corporate color palette (greens and browns and reds and patterns pls!!) but its well fitted and non shitty sweaters

All the ghosts of all the people they ever killed/buried at the house rise up and attack (including lisa's severed head), and this somehow leads to Dolly finishing her unfinished business and saying goodbye

The Guide is proud and relieved to see that Nandor is no longer obsessed with her and they are buddies now

She insinuates that he found what he was looking for (in Guillermo). sometimes you hurt every woman in your life because your soulmate is a man

Sean dies (noooooo!!!!!!!!)

Sean gets turned into a vampire

Sean gets turned into a vampire and immediately breaks every rule and also turns Charmaine and somehow manages to take over the entire eastern seaboard and overthrow Tilda Swinton as supreme leader of the Vampiric Council

MAJOR timeskip, like multiple years or even decades. 10 year retrospective post-documentary release?

They recreate the supernatural finale beat for beat, complete with colin in a very bad wig and two covers of "you're dead" back to back to fill up the runtime

Vampire society rises up against the house after the documentary is released and they all die

[pomefioredove]

ace with, "I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours." 😚🤌

HELP ME he's so cringe he'd 100% say something like this

summary: "I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours" type of post: short fic characters: ace additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, secondhand embarrassment warning, random halloween(??) party for plot reasons, not proofread

Heartslabyul has never turned a guest away from a party.

Ace had become accustomed to it. There's always someone out of place at the table- the purple of a Pomefiore uniform or the green of a Diasomnia, pointed ears or catlike ones, tall, short, students Ace hadn't even seen passing in the halls.

And having a costume unbirthday didn't make recognizing anyone any easier. Why did they agree on this, again?

"What's this one?" he asks, accepting a tart dish from Trey.

The stressed upperclassmen adjusts his glasses. "Raspberry, I think- no, strawberry. I'm losing track,"

"Yeesh," Ace mutters, looking out the window to the grounds. There's more than three times the dorm out there.

"Mondays, amirite?"

Trey just sighs.

Ace carries the dish to one of the many tables set about the gardens.

This one is empty. He looks over his shoulder; Riddle is busy berating another first year for chewing with his mouth open. No one has noticed the fresh tart yet.

He might as well sneak a slice while he still can...

"Ace!"

Sevens. Ace flinches and the slice of tart slips right out of his grip.

Now he's going to have to clean that up, and without anyone noticing, too. Sigh.

"I know it's Halloween, but you shouldn't scare people like that," he says, turning to the source of the noise. "You-"

As soon as he sees you, his thoughts are cut short.

You're just some rando in a corny masquerade getup, but, damn, you're cute.

No way he's never seen you before- no, you've gotta be from another class. He'll have to pester Jack about it later...

"Oh, sorry," you say. The mask you're wearing makes it hard to read your expression, but he assumes you noticed the tart.

Your voice is vaguely familiar, but it's hard to hear with all the background noise, anyway.

Ace puts on his worst best smile. "Nah, it's fine. The vice housewarden is on full-time catering duty. No one will notice. So, you come here often?"

You snort. "Yeah, I guess I do. What's up with you?"

He got a laugh out of you. That's a good sign, right?

Now, time to go in for the kill.

Ace huffs, trying to act nonchalant. "What's up with me? Nothing much, just thinking about how I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours,"

A long, terrible silence follows.

And then you laugh. And laugh, and laugh. Ace grimaces. It's hard to tell if it's a good laugh or a bad one from your voice alone.

"Hey, what're you two 'doin?" a much smaller voice asks.

Grim is standing between the two of you now, paws on his hips, mouth half-full of cookies from the other table.

"Buzz off, Grim. Can't you see I'm busy?" Ace murmurs.

Then, much to his horror, the mystery student across from him takes off their mask and scoops Grim up like a baby.

He could die right then and there.

"YOU?!"

"Me," you say.

Grim doesn't seem particularly interested in the context, though he is smirking at the dumb look on Ace's face.

"But you- you're-" he stammers, his face almost as red as his hair. "I didn't even- recognize you! How-"

It's hard to get such a reaction out of him, the "lady killer" he is, and he swears he can see a little smugness in your expression.

Ace groans. "You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know,"

You wipe your eyes, sighing merrily. "No, no, don't stop! I want to hear another! Do you want me to put the mask back on?"

"A real jerk!" he repeats, fleeing the scene before he can say something even dumber.

At least Trey will be happy to have another set of hands in the kitchen...

So much for romance. He huffs and takes a tart out of the oven.

Note to self: pick a better line to ask you out with.

[abyssruler]

TROPES

ft. jing yuan, dan heng, blade x gn!reader

JING YUAN - reincarnation

They say the Arbiter General of the Luofu only takes a lover every few decades, each one doomed to end in the tragedy that befalls that of a love between a short-life species and a long-life one. It’s widely speculated why the famed general chooses to continue taking short-life species for lovers, knowing the ending that would come about such a union. Jing Yuan cares not for idle gossip, save for the fact that people spread misinformation about him taking multiple lovers, but he can hardly tell everyone that he has only had one lover throughout his centuries of life. It’s just that you always happen to die far too soon for his liking. He fears sometimes, during those first few years after your death, that you’ll never come back, that one day he’ll wake up and realize that hundreds of years have passed without you. But you never fail to appear decades later with a smile on your lips and an apology on your tongue, soothing years’ worth of worries with a few measly words. Sorry, Yuan, I’ll be sure to live longer this time.

DAN HENG - soulmates

The Imbibitor Lunae was not only tasked to bear the responsibility of being the High Elder of the Vidyadhara, he was also destined for a love that spanned beyond lifetimes. Dan Heng knows of the story between the previous incarnations of you and the Imbibitor Lunae. Reincarnating at the same time, falling in love, and repeating it all over again in a never ending cycle that Dan Heng had been sure to end—that was, until he met you. Jing Yuan told him of your decision to forcefully reincarnate as well after Dan Feng’s crime, so it stands to reason that you shouldn’t feel anything for Dan Heng at all, what with this incarnation of yours having never met him in this lifetime. And yet, you keep looking at him with such softness, something like nostalgia in the tone of your voice as you spoke with him, that he can’t help but feel as though he, like his previous incarnations before him, can do nothing but fall into that never-ending cycle of love and being loved.

BLADE/YINGXING - time travel

Yingxing thinks you’re strange. Not in a bad way, of course, only that your mannerisms and way of conduct when it comes to him and his companions is odd. He’s caught you almost calling Dan Feng the wrong name, Dan He-something. You keep demanding Jing Yuan to spar with you for what you dubbed was a ‘rematch’, though Yingxing has no recollection of any instances of you and Jing Yuan fighting before. But it all pales in comparison to the way you act with him. You’re overly familiar, smiling and talking to him as though you’ve known him for years instead of a single month after he discovered you wounded on an alley with a broken blade. He still remembers the look of relief on your face when he crouched in front of you in concern. Blade, Kafka’s gonna kill me, this is the fiftieth sword I broke this month, was all you said before passing out. Despite the oddity of your first meeting, he found himself getting close to you, drawn in by your smile and your laugh and the tender way you looked at him. He imagined spending what remained of his life with you, but you disappeared a day before he was supposed to confess his feelings. It isn’t until many years later, when Elio is introducing the newest member of the Stellaron Hunters, that Blade connects the dots amidst his fractured memory. And it isn’t until another few years that you confirm his suspicions. Blade, you won’t believe what I just went through—or rather, when!