#ooc: sorry for replying late btw

[selinakyl-ee]

Stray slowly started to get used to living with this Selina. It was the same and different at the same time. The only thing he really missed was going on a heist. It had been far too long and his brain needed something to do.

"Hey M- ahm Selina, do you need help with your next heist?", Tim cringed at his near slip up, but quickly continued his question in an innocent tone. He was lying on the couch, his head hanging near the ground and his legs dangling over the headrest.

- @stray-tim

Selina smiled softly. "Well...not really. Why?" She asked sweetly as she took soft sips of her energy drink. And then it hit her. "Actually, uhm, maybe you could tag along though? I'm leaving around midnight."

[disneyprincessofhell]

(Ahhhh, so nervous. I did a set with radio-isnot-dead, and I thought yours seemed cool too.)

The demon had been sticking around the hotel but never really engaging with the redemption activities. She instead watched the other guests with interest, and there were always concerning noises coming from her room.

She looked more human than some sinners, but her form was clearly based on a wolf. She had a purple tail and ears that flicked around as she observed her surroundings.

One morning, you came down to a stand-off. There were three demons, clearly with I'll intent, attempting to drag some of your guests away.

The wolf-demon was holding the door, and at least 10 other canine like demons were huddling protectively around the other guests.

"I cannot let you take them. They are guests at this place that I have made my den, and the princess would not be pleased if I allowed harm to come to her guests."

She sniffs the air and smiles.

"Your Highness, good for you to join us. These miscreants are causing trouble, abducting some of our younger members. What do you wish myself and my pack, your loyal protectors, to do?"

She grins wildly, reminding you a bit of Alastor, who you remember really dislikes this demon.

- @tala-the-demon

Charlie sweatdrops, standing in between the two opposing groups.

“Hey, haha..– Let's not fight now, shall we? There's no need for violence. We can talk about this!” She reasons, a hand on her chest to show how she's trying to understand what was going on.

[ghostly-sunflower]

(you guys seem sososo cool, but I'm too shy to rp with you guys with my spider-oc 💔💔)

//omg HIIIIII

//thank you for calling us cool skfksdksjkj but pls pls pls plspls send info about ur spider-oc and rp with us! im sure the whole spider society rp gang would love to have another member!

[emotionally-dead-archer]

Hey kiddo!! 'M workin' on a surprise for you! Do you wanna see a preview or do you just wanna see it when I'm finished? Your choice!!

(Dunno how long I'll be though-)

-@emotionally-creative-rogue

Ooh! I don't mind either way, thanks for asking! Cant wait to see it

[reiketsui]

also before i forgor sorry for lack of ic stuff i'm very knee deep in persona 5 rn

[iqxatlantic]

" FRIENDS ! "

multi chara imagines yummy! nawt proofread btw..

ft. michael kaiser . rin itoshi . reo mikage . shidou ryusei . eita otoya . reader is girlboss sometimes . u desprate af tho . heavy heavy ooc! . i'm projecting . school/college/uni au . fluff (?) . angst .open endings . somewhat toxic relationships . situationships . more than friends less than that troupe . idk its messy . unreliable narrator

the more you stay with him — the more you'll get hurt. all your friends have been telling you that. your feelings believe otherwise. give him a chance. maybe this friendship can be something more... (it aint)

you can't heal a wound that you're constantly opening. so why are you running back to him? he's the one who hurt you.

you ran in the pouring rain. who'd you think you were? gojo with his technique? no. you're not fast enough to out run getting soaked, let's be so for real! you were freezing cold, clothes drenched. making your light colour shirt some what see-through.

you made it to his door. knock knock. he stares at you. is it disgust? you couldn't tell. "oh um. hi?" he'd nonchalantly reply. how could he look at you and pretend you're someone he's never met?

you've oughta be kidding me.

michael kaiser who knew he was no good for you. hell, he wasn't any good for himself. truth be told, he genuinely liked you. he just 'didn't want to commit to a relationship at the moment.'

you know when your parents are like "this gonna hurt me more than you," after whipping you? yeah. this was his equivalent. kaiser let out a small whimper the moment he laid his eyes on you. what's hilarious is, he'd used to look at you in such a lovely way.

it's odd for such a prideful man to act this way. "mihya, what the hell are we?!" you'd yell at him. his mind went blank. he would just stand there. staring. felt like his father all over again lmfao.

"michael, answer me!" you were sobbing, voice quivering. your voice once so sweet was now coated in desperation. the blonde furrowed his brows. he was trying to speak, he really was! no words were able to leave his mouth. he couldn't utter a single word.

no matter how hard he tried, words would go against his will. "kaiser, please." you're now on the floor, begging. "tell me we aren't just friends!" memories of intimacy, etc flooded through. at that moment, he snapped. he didn't want to.

his pride got the fullest of him, "[name], sorry. i was just testing around. i got the experience so..." he'd cockily smirk. what no, this isn't what he wanted to say. "oh." was the one syllable that left your lips.

it wasn't new. your friends were warning you about him anyways. you didn't want to believe them. and with that you were gone. that fleeting spark of hope that shimmered in your eyes was quickly swallowed by dullness.

kaiser found himself on the floor, heaving, hacking, coughing for air after he had just choked himself. a horrific habit you'd say. thing was — you weren't there to tell him to stop anymore.

it's been days, weeks, now months. the emperor never realized how much your presence mattered to him. now that he didn't have you by his side he finally noticed. kaiser's not stupid. he's optimistic.

i guess it's a canon event, no one notices how valuable someone or something is until it's taken away. so, that moment when he brushed past you, where you were alone. where your friends weren't there with you. where finally saw that beauty again. where he finally saw you.

swiftly turning around, back in his steps. catching up to you, gripping you by the shoulder. "[name], wait. can you let me stay? i'm ready now."

it's a tedious process trying to get a clear message from itoshi rin. you consider yourself quite lucky to even have him looking in your way. what wasn't lucky was the situation you ended up in.

countless nights of texting back and forth. late night calls where you'd both get into class extremely tired. all that yet, he fails to even talk to you in person. (he refuses to talk to you in front of others.) as if you're practically a hassle to him.

you were bamboozled. who just does that? days without talking slowly became weeks."hey um rin-" when you were finally able to approach him, a huge frown was painted on your face. a cold shoulder straight at you.

he apparently didn't have the patience for you i guess. you were a little bolder this time. aggressively tapping him on the shoulder, "listen i don't understand what your problem is!"

the itoshi turned around to look at you, those teal orbs coldly staring at you. before he could say a single thing, you decided to spit out the most bile and bitter words he's ever heard from someone he loves so dearly. (clearly he didnt love u/show it enough dafuq)

"just because you're desperately searching for the love your brother never gave you — doesn't mean you can just play others! especially a friend! what the hell even were we!? you're running around with your heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved. even though i HAVE been doing so!"

his friends gasped, whistled, any annoying crowd noises, you name it. at that moment realization hit him, his eyes were heavy. lips sliding out in a pathetic tone,

"wait what do you mean by were-"

reo mikage knew from the beginning whatever happens will be unsalvageable. the status difference — yeah, his parents would never agree.

he himself was slightly caught by surprise. to be fair his type was someone older — more mature i guess. he never expected himself to fall for someone the same age... (bro ur bound to dafuq)

in response to that, he decided to be more than friends with you. terrible choice.

you unfortunately, was and still slightly is naive is heck. you'd tell your friends a few things about him (not really friends btw bro pls..) they'd constantly make you think and jump to conclusions.

"[name]- i'm kinda tired of you running in circles with the things i'm saying," reo would confront — upset things aren't going his way. you tilted your head, cocking an eyebrow. "reo, what do you mean?" you'd ask, oh so pleasantly. making him wonder why he's doing this again.

"you keep jumping into conclusions. you're in a rat race of thoughts that aren't true." he frowned. you just blinked at him, those lovely eyes starign back at him.

"please, your friends... if i could even call them your friends. ugh.." he began disgusted, "they're just trying to ruin our relationshi-"

"but reo, if you genuinely cared — we'd be together, no?" you bluntly spilt out. you left reo in his own thoughts. "you're also the one running in circles."

shidou ryusei mmm. he's something. the young, tan blonde is quite an exquisite character. he may be violent, but don't let that misinterpret him.

he's openly friendly with you. he's deathly obsessed! his eccentric personality perfectly collided with yours. (the way your bodies collided too ig) your friends however... didn't really appreciate him.

they thought he was tugging you away from them — to be fair he is a tad bit possessive over some people or things... (he really doesn't want to become nothing.) so when you asked him to stop seeing each other as you two were only just 'friends' his first initial instinct was to reject that offer and y'know. keep you as his.

problem was — you were never really his. well yea you were but you two never decided to get into a relationship because of outside influence.

that night, shidou found himself as actually nothing now. he was in tears, odd for this man. it hurt him horrendously. you made an empty promise that you two can still be friends.

you two never talked, contacted, etc etc after. shidou was never embarrassed of how comfortable and freaky he got with you. still remembering the sweet memories of how you two got intimate at times.

sometimes, he'd stare at you in class. (sometimes? bro naur he's always staring pls) he knew he could never truly move on. crazy enough, i think shidou's pretty loyal.

so, that night when you found yourself in his arms. tears rolling down your face in the pouring rain — the tan individual pathetically smiled at you. "y'know cutie, your friends have been here a little too long. they must be waiting for you to move on." peck.

otoya eita infamously known as the school's number one player. hell, the NEIGHBOURHOOD's number one player. (THE NEIGHBOURHOOD MENTIONED?!)

you knew you were sliding into an appalling situation when you agreed for a night with this man. you two were great friends since the beginning of time.

this relaxed asshole.. (LMFAO RELAXED ASSHOLE ISA WTF R U COOKING) is a choice. he knew his way 'round you. c'mon, he knew you since conception basically.

it was reciprocated too — you knew his way around him as well. which is strange to him. settling in with girls is beyond tiresome for him..

you weren't blind to the fact eita's whoring around. you didn't really care too much (you did) that was quite contradictory when you caught him with another girl.

"eita what the fuck!? wha- you-" you stammered, perplexed by the situation. "what are you doing with another girl?!"

"[name], sweetie y'know we're just friends." otoya nervously laughed, masking it with some bits of confidence. "oh you did not-" you gasped.

"y'know what!? all i needed was some time and space to realize — that YOU we're busy sleeping 'round with other girls!" you yelled, oooh... straight up toxic bars...

ninja? what a nickname for someone who cant even be sneaky about the fact he's disloyal. realization hit otoya. despite his whole 'girlfriends are troublesome' he realized he was willing to tolerate you. but at what cost?

"wait [name], i wasn't ready-!"

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: man i'm stressed out i need a cigaretteeeee... heh guess my favourite chara... anyways hii! im back yes.. after my profs keep buttfawking me with more and more assignments like dawg what the flip 💔 um this was unfortunately lots of projecting but ykw i hope ygs enjoyed i dont have much to say so take care babes mwa mwa ily

[shinonome-akito-vbs]

akito nods his head and makes affirmative noises at takato, to show that he's listening. he occasionally glances over at daisuke, his unreadable eyes look right through akito. he's not sure how to feel.

akito lets out a small, relieved sigh when fumika comes in. relieved because there's food, and he's actually quite hungry despite not noticing before this moment. but also because daisuke is no longer staring at him.

thank you for the meal— he says, a second after everyone else.

akito waits for everyone else to start eating, before picking up his own chopsticks. usually he wouldn't hesitate, he loves food after all! but this is his first time eating with the mitas. that AND today is the first time meeting his BOYFRIEND'S parents!

cutting class (again)!? ooo i guess you're really leaning into the bad part of vivid bad squad then, huh? eheheh!

@kotaromita (LET'S FUCKING GO)

I-I didn't mean to skip- Toya just started dragging me out of the school grounds... I didn't exactly get a say in the matter..

[dreamingofaizawa]

Violent Tendencies - Please

Sheriff! John Price x AFAB! Fem! Reader

~Small Town AU~ (John's POV)

***This piece contains mature content. If you're not 18 or older, make yourself scarce***

Warnings: Anxiety/anxious behavior, hints at paranoia(?), John being a horndog again, mentions of sex and sexual acts, descriptions of sexual acts, John being a cheeky bastard (I love him tho ;-;), John being a lovesick puppy, menstrual cycles, dirty talk, blood kink (oh yeah baby), mentions of fingering and oral sex, setup for period sex

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's Note: Welp. Didn't plan on this but here we are! No, I seriously did not intend to have two different parts specifically for a blood kink. I don't know what's possessed me. Sorry for blueballing y'all btw next part is gonna be ALL smut I promise. Also, IDGAF if he's OOC. Y'all can pry him out of my cold, dead hands.

Series Masterlist

Part One Here - Part Eleven

Enjoy~

***

He wakes from slumber at the sound of his phone ringing. He knows it’s you by the ringtone, something he’d kept different just so he knew you were calling. He’s groggy, still waking up, but there’s a tingle at the back of his skull that worries why you’re calling from work so late.

“Tempest.” 

“J-john?” You’re crying. He’s up in a heartbeat, ready to bolt from the house to come straight to you.

“What is it, baby? What happened?” You must hear the panic in his voice, because your reply is frantic.

“Nothing! Nothing happened, I promise I’m okay. I just missed you.” His heart’s frenzied, but he starts to calm. This is one of those nights you were talking about. The ones where your anxiety is getting the best of you, and you panic at the mere thought that he could be in danger. After your first admittance that you feared for his life, he noticed more. More doting, more holding, more looking to make sure he was there. You’re nervous, even after the wedding. The two of you have had several conversations about it, trying to work through just why you were so terrified of losing him. The last conversation you had he made you promise to call him, no matter what, even if it was just to hear him breathe over the speaker.

“Miss you too, baby. How’s work?” He lies back down once his heart rate returns to normal, putting the call on speaker as he nestles into the pillow. 

“Boring, like always. The grease on the stove was extra stubborn today.” His eyelids are heavy, and he’s already drifting as he listens to you drone on about what you’ve done at work so far. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep fully, but there’s a weight settling into his side and he can smell you before he fully realizes you’re home. He’s still out of it, but he can feel your hands roaming over his body, checking him over.

It’s a process that becomes familiar, after a while. At least once a week you’ll call in the middle of your shift just to hear him. Every time, you babble on about something and he falls asleep to the sound of your voice. Every time, without fail, you’ll crawl into bed beside him after coming home and ghost your hands over his body, feel his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling. It’s a ritual that calms you, soothes your anxieties. Eventually, if it gets too serious, he’ll have you talk to your therapist. For now, he’ll just let your voice lull him into the throes of slumber over the phone.

He’d checked once how long the calls lasted, and when he realized they went on for hours at a time, he knew you’d just listen to him snore away on the other end. He falls asleep so easily listening to you, there’s no way he’s actually awake for those long hours. If hearing him snore like a goddamn chainsaw helps, then he’s content doing just that. Hell, he’d find a way to snore louder if it kept you from spiraling. 

The calls do become less frequent, though. It takes a couple months, but you calm significantly. You don’t need to obsess over him when you come home, content just curling into his side with a sweet kiss. You still cling to him like a koala. 

He’s not complaining at all. 

He loves the way you latch onto him, really. It’s a little selfish, if he’s being honest, constantly wanting to feel you up against him. Too many times he’s gotten hard in his sweats when you come up and wrap your arms around him, face in his chest, leaving a sweet kiss to his pec over his heart and staring up at him with those big watery eyes. Or when you’re lacing your hand in his and that silver band on your finger glints, the blue stone shining against your skin, a stark reminder that you’re his and he’s yours. Sex is a little more common because of it.

He’ll pin you to the bed at least twice a day, before and after your weekday shifts, and weekends are spent going until one of you gets hungry or passes the fuck out. He can’t help the way his grins, cheeky and satisfied, when you try to get up to pee but your legs wobble beneath you so bad you just flop back onto the bed. He knows how much of a little shit he’s being when he laughs as he’s carrying you princess-style to go piss. You’re always slapping at his chest when he does it, miffed about the whole thing. 

“Fucking can it, Price. It’s not my fault you’re a damn horndog all the fucking time. You’re the one who made my legs useless, now shut up and carry me damnit.” You’re not really mad though, he can tell, because every time you say it you’re fighting a smile. 

“Oh it’s Price now, huh?” You pout when he goads you, do your business while he takes the dirty sheets off the bed. He’s surprised you can make it to the sink in your state, but then he turns and sees you wince while you try to stretch your legs out and it tugs at his heartstrings. He’s feeling a little sore himself, but definitely nowhere near what you’re probably suffering through. It’s so easy to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, easier still to kiss your shoulder and neck and hum into your ear.

“Pretty woman. Want me to kiss it all better, baby?” He grins, a little stupidly, when you roll your eyes. You’re fighting a smirk.

“Save it for someone who cares, Price.” Now it’s his turn to pout.

“You’re my wife, Tempest. You’re supposed to care.” You soften. You always do when he calls you his wife. It’s a little soft spot you have for him, as if you’re not already soft no matter what when it comes to him.

“I know, love. I’m just a little sore. Gotta give me a break or I’m gonna break, John.” Your cheek is soft beneath his lips, and he adores the way you lean into him.

“I know, my wife. How does a bath sound?” You melt a little further into him, and if he had a little less self control he’d roll around in bed with you again.

“Sounds nice.” 

You do love your baths, he learns. Hot, steamy baths with nice smelling soaps and some soft music. You’ve dragged him in and he can’t say he hates them. He’s just always shocked by how hot the water is. It’s boiling. Does wonders for the aching muscles though, and his back always feels better afterwards. 

He also knows you love your baths when you’re on your period.

You never let him in those baths though.

“Fuckin’ hate being a woman.” It’s groaned out as you pull your knees to your chest in the tub. He can see you from his spot on the bed, some nature documentary droning on the old tv you’ve got in the bedroom that you rarely ever use. He chuckles at the statement, which gets your gaze on him. The glare you shoot him lacks heat, but you’re definitely miffed. And definitely in pain. The hot water seems to be helping marginally, and the ibuprofen you’d downed is probably just now kicking in.

“Sorry baby, it was a little funny.” You raise your eyebrow at him, the cutest little challenge in your eyes. He loves when you get testy, though he knows he really shouldn’t. He doesn’t push your buttons, not wanting to genuinely distress you when your hormones are out of whack and you can’t control how you feel about things. 

“Funny how?” He smiles at you in hopes it’ll disarm you, hopes you’ll relax and be a little less defensive and tense. You don’t need that right now, don’t need the stress from something so little. 

“Cause you don’t really hate being a woman.” He can see you relax into the water, body releasing some tension. A cramp must have subsided.

“Sure. But right now I’m suffering.” He laughs again at the very clearly exaggerated dramatics in your tone, and this time you laugh with him. He’d kill to hear that laugh more often.

“You’re so beautiful, Tempest.” All you do is smile and stare at him while he stares at you. He can never get enough of you. 

“You’re quite the looker yourself, handsome. Wanna come here and give your wife a kiss?” Of course he does. He’s by your side in an instant, holding your face gently and kissing you like you were his only source of oxygen. He loves you so much. He wants to feel you, wants to hold you and touch you so bad. You blanch when he starts to strip down to his skin. “John, what did I say about my period baths?” He groans, a bit dramatic really, but keeps stripping.

“Can’t a husband hold his wife in the bath?” 

“It’s gross! There’s probably little blood clots floating around in the water beneath all these bubbles.” He raises an eyebrow at you, standing to the side as you stare up at him. You’re pointedly ignoring the way his cock twitches to life.

“You’re sitting in that ‘gross blood clot water’ why can’t I? Besides, it’s not like we haven’t dealt with blood before.” You huff at him.

“This is different.” He pouts at you, kneeling on the cold tile and leaning his forehead on yours.

“I just want to hold you, my pretty wife. I don’t care about the blood. Just need to be close to you.” You soften at that. He knows he’s being greedy, knows he’s being selfish, but he can’t help himself. He needs to hold you, needs to feel your skin beneath his palms and feel you breathing with your back against his chest. “Please?” If you say no, he’ll drop it. He will. But he’s begging.

He’s only ever begged one other person for something, and that was his therapist in juvie. He can remember the desperation that coursed through his veins. When he’d said it may be better to keep you two separate, he was distraught. When he mentioned a restraining order? In a split second he was on his knees beside the man’s desk, hands flat over the surface with his forehead pressed to the cold metal.

“No, no you can’t. Please don’t keep her from me.” He didn’t even look to see the shock in his expression, but he could hear it, the voice of a psychologist who’s slipped completely out of his professional shell. 

“What in the world? I’m not going to just let you fight each other.” Only then does he look to see the bewilderment on his psychologist’s face. 

“I swear we’ll never fight again. Please.” The confusion only deepens at the statement.

“John, why are you so desperate for this?” At that he hesitates. He knows why he’s desperate, he knows he’s fallen head over heels in love with you. There’s no other explanation for it, really. You were so beautiful, a spitfire of fury that stared into the hole in his chest and smiled. Up until you showed up, his life has been nothing but dull and lifeless. Dread follows him around like a shadow, fear rearing into anger whenever his biological benefactor took out his own stressors on his flesh and blood. Everything is always gray, dark and dreary in a sludge of exhaustion and dull rage. It was the same when you broke his nose. But during the fight he started to feel. Feel your bright red bleeding into him, feel your vibrant vicious anger flooding his bloodstream. The energy you had was infectious, seeping into his skin and turning everything sharp. Nothing like when he’d pummeled his father, everything going dark and bottomless and empty.

And when you looked at him? He was a goner. You stared at him with red seeping from your lip, collarbone already swelling, and you just looked so happy. Suddenly the sky was too damn blue, then his lungs felt heavy in his chest, and every breath felt too full. He couldn’t exhale enough air out before sucking more in. He was floating.

Yeah, he’s lovestruck.

But he doesn’t know if admitting it will help him. The shrink might just put him on a psych hold for this kind of confession. 

“John. Whatever your answer is, you have my word it will not have extreme ramifications. I just need to know if the restraining order is necessary, for any reason.” The professionalism is back, now. He’s got that purposefully calm therapist voice he usually hates. Not right now though, he’s too focused on making sure he’ll be able to talk to you for once.

“I love her. I love her to my grave.” The shrink actually jumps in his seat at the confession.

“You…love her? John, she broke your nose. You broke her collarbone.” The concern laced into his voice makes him think maybe that restraining order is about to be used for a different reason.

“Please. I can’t explain it. I know it sounds crazy, I know it sounds fucking crazy. But it’s true.” The man sucks in a deep breath, adjusts in his seat. John waits with bated breath.

“Try. Try to explain it.” 

“Everything’s sharper now. Everything’s clear, like a fog lifted and I can see the details of my hands instead of a vague shape with five spindles. Fuck, colors are brighter. I thought I was going crazy yesterday, thought she hit me too damn hard and I was seeing things, because the grass outside looked neon green and the clouds glowed white. But I've slept it off and been cleared by the nurse and everything’s still so bright.” The man only nods, scribbling something into his notes. John knows he’s rambling, but he can’t really stop himself.

“And I could swear she saw into my soul yesterday. She looked at the damned thing and grinned like a maniac. Her smile is so bright, too. And I can’t fucking breathe normally anymore. Every single time I think about her it’s like there’s too much air in my lungs.” 

“Alright, alright John. I think I get it. You don’t need to explain any further.” But I want to.

“But she’s gorgeous. Red-hot rage, brilliant and explosive and…” There’s this look on the shrink’s face like he’s suddenly figured it all out. John swallows the rest of his words. “Please don’t separate us. I don’t think I could handle it.” He probably couldn’t. He’s been in here a month and it was all shit. Everything pissed him off, everyone was breathing too damn loud or existing in the wrong places.

If he had to try to survive that without being able to be around the one person he’s found to love in this world? He’d go mad. Because he doesn’t want to lose you when he’s just found you. You, who looks at him with more than just disinterested, diluted rage. More than an empty shell of fear and dissociated recognition. More than a calculated scrutiny or an instant anxiety. In a single minute you’ve changed his life forever, and it should piss him off but all he can seem to feel is a gravitational desire to be around you and hold you and love you. The silence is starting to kill him. He’s still on his knees, an ache forming in his kneecaps from the hard tile and the tension as he waits for an answer.

You sigh, shoulders dropping down into the still steaming water.

“Fine. You look like a kicked puppy, you know.” Relief floods his bloodstream, elation taking over as he slips into the water behind you and tugs you into his chest. He doesn’t hesitate to breathe you in, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing little kisses to your skin. My pretty wife. You grab his hand and tug it low, pressing his palm into the pouch of your stomach with a little groan. He can feel the muscles kicking and tensing as you squirm, and he holds pressure into the area until you relax again.

“Better?” You nod, whine a little when a little cramp makes your breath hitch for a moment.

“A little. Not a whole lot else you can do, though. I just gotta push through like I always do.” Yeah, you really do just deal with it. He’s seen this so many times over the last year and a half living with you, watched you suffer all on your own. If there were a way to transfer and share pain, he’d do it in a heartbeat. You always look so miserable. But he does have an idea.

“You know, there is one other thing we can try, baby.” You hum, leaning into his chest while he holds you. It’s something he’d seen once by chance. “An orgasm is supposed to help with the cramping, is it not?” The way your whole body tenses makes him think maybe it wasn’t the best idea. 

“You wanna fuck me in this state?” Oh he’d absolutely fuck you like this. It’s something he’s a little ashamed to admit, since you seem to hate the blood so much. But this isn’t about him right now. The red would look so pretty between your thighs, smearing over his cock. He shakes the thoughts away, even though he’s already rock hard.

“I never said that, baby. I mean you are getting an orgasm.” You squirm in his hold, clearly a little uncomfortable. “We don’t have to. You don’t seem all that happy about it.” You shake your head.

“It’s not that it’s just…” You huff, your thighs squeezing together. Maybe he should have brought it up sooner. “The blood feels gross, but I’ve just had an image of you covered in it between my thighs and now I’m horny as all hell.” Ah yes, you’re conflicted. He can help.

“It would feel so good, baby. Fuck all that extra slick, my fingers could reach you so easy, press all your favorite spots eh? I bet you’d taste wonderful too.” Your quiet little moan is something he’d die for. He’s never been harder in his life, and the thought of tasting the iron on his tongue has him a little light headed. “What do you say, wife? Gonna let me take care of you? Make you feel good?” He nearly cums against your back when you tilt your head back and look up at him, glassy-eyed and flustered and oh so desperate.

“Please.”

[kazumist]

hihi aki, congratulations on 1k once more <333 i was wondering if i could get prompt 19 with megumi, please? thank you in advance bb <33

prompt: talking late into the night

note: far!! thank youuu huhu sorry it only got done now,, featuring my own late night thoughts and convos i've had myself :] possibly ooc megumi btw ahaha :')

1k milestone event: closed!

“do you think birds would be like dogs if they didn’t have wings?”

“babe, please just go to sleep.”

you turned to face him while lying sideways. “but babe, think about it. would they be like ducks who would usually walk on the ground?” he looked at you helplessly before sighing, “well, yeah? maybe they would. but is now the perfect time to really think about this?”

“yes, now is the perfect time to really think about this, gumi.” you replied with a breathy chuckle.

“and why is that?”

“what could possibly hurt from having some crazy late night thoughts?”

you had a point—it’s not like you could freely have such talks during the daytime. so megumi thinks that it’s okay to indulge in your ludicrous questions every once in a while. thinking about the possibilities of this and that doesn’t really affect anything.

“wait, here’s another one. how do you think transportation would work if cars weren’t made?”

“i think it’d still be the same. people can still use other vehicles.”

“but it wouldn’t be the same as cars. you wouldn’t have the same privacy like you’d get when you’re travelling by car.”

megumi feels a smile creep onto his face at your words. you really were serious about all of this, and he found it cute.

maybe sleeping a bit late isn’t that bad after all.

[epicpolites]

Polites, how did you feel in Scylla? Did you respect his decision? Would you have done it differently? What would you have done if you were Odysseus?

I do understand why Ody did it...I would have rather told the crew about it try and gather ideas maybe there could have been a better way.

btw sorry for late reply i forgot about this- /ooc

[selinakyl-ee]

Selina nodded. She let out a small sigh before speaking. "It's fine, Bruce," she hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I understand. Jason is and has always been important to you. I could never come between that."

She gave him a small smile.

It had been nearly a week since his abject apology. Longer since Bruce had first suspected Selina was displeased with him, longer since she had sent him- concussed and hurting and confused -to the cold of the couch, longer since he had began reaching out, heart troubled and dismayed as he began to question and overthink and worry.

By the time she would even let him admit to her what he had done- and he wasn't completely certain what that was, only certain what he felt guilty of -there was no relief, only tension tight enough to ache.

It showed in how he stood awkwardly before her. Standing in a modified parade rest which only did him the favor of hiding how white-knuckled his hands were, gripping one wrist in the other hand. The other grasping a slim playing card between its fingers.

"Selina," he began. Paused. "Love," Bruce started again. "I'm... sorry for my abrupt departure. Talia," he winced, unsure if it was wise to mention her, "and I needed to discuss our son, and there was Jason...his pregnancy..."

He trailed off. "I'm sorry. I meant to talk to you sooner."

Bruce had narrowed his guilt to pinpoints: the matter of the card, his son's pointed reprimand that Selina would prefer the truth and of course, the gunman in the room, the truth itself. Holding him metaphorically hostage.

He fidgeted with the playing card behind his back, waiting for Selina's assent before even considering continuing.

@selinakyl-ee

[lightbringer-morningstar]

ooc:

Btw, sorry I haven't gotten around to doing any new starter calls lately guys. I wanna thank you all for the follows though and let ya'll know that if you are looking for interactions, my inbox is usually open and I do get motivated to answer the story driven or dialogue driven stuff over drafted replies. So if you wanna get a thing started, at least, that's a good place to do it. Also, gonna plug myself a bit here, I write other characters within the Hazbin Hotel verse, so if you're following Lucifer here but not sure how or when to interact, I also have Vox, Adam, and Husk available, maybe you feel your muse is better suited to one of them for more casual interactions, just shoot me a starter or dm me.

[lazhadeg]

@stars-bleed-hearts-shine a demandé: 💚 - friendship (if that would be welcome but I would not want to overstep!)

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship  

Nooo, there’s no overstepping!!! No worries about anything like that, I’m usually open to all sorts of relationships developing, especially friendships. ;v ; // Like if you just want to toss me an ic ask or something and have me work with it, I can absolutely do that. 8] I’ll often change how I write Estinien interacting with WoLs depending on their headcanons with him [ bar romance bcs I’d rather develop that ooc first ], so if you see them as friends, then yep. We can do that no problem. ;v; 

[hoforfictionalmen-andwomen]

Solangelo x Hypnos child!Reader

A/N: Sorry, I think everyone may be a bit ooc!

Anyways, this is my first fanfic. I made a few minor changes, but other than that, I just took it from my Wattpad.

Please reblog and like so I know to post more! :)

This is my art btw <3

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So- I've had a crush on my friends Will Solace and Nico do Angelo for a while now. Needless to say I was a little sad when they got together. But I want them to be happy, so of course I haven't said anything. Lately though, they have seemed a little upset, so I have been doing my best to try making them happier, even if it's just a little.

This morning, well I say morning but it was more like 1pm, I was getting ready to go to archery with Will, when I started thinking about him more. About his golden blonde hair, his tanned skin, those gorgeous sky blue eyes- "Hey Y/n. Are you almost ready?" I hear the all too familiar voice ask me, bringing me out of my thoughts. When I turn around I see his bright blue eyes gazing at me. "Oh! Um- yeah! I'm on my way out now, " I say, attempting not to trip over my words. "Okay, I'll see you out there then," he smiles that breathtakingly beautiful smile at me, walking out.

Did he just wink at me? I think he just winked at me! Maybe it was just an eye twitch. Yeah, that's definitely more likely. He's with Nico anyway, why would he ever even LOOK at me if he has someone as amazing and beautiful as Nico?

My thoughts are racing, full speed, as I hurry to lace up my platform boots. "Goodbye favorite sibling" Clovis says as I leave, "Goodbye favorite brother" I reply, racing out the door.

When I finally reach the archery range, I see Will and Nico having a pretty serious looking talk, they're both frowning. After a minute, it seems they have reached an understanding, as they are now smiling and hugging. Then they kiss. As they turn to look at me, I can feel my heart swell with emotion. I try to stay strong. I move to grab a bow and quiver, I stand in front of a blank target. I've always been good at archery, so I was sure to do well once again. Apparently my emotions took over and I miss one after another, the last one pins an Apollo kid to their cabin as they are walking out (sorry Lincoln), luckily it only went through his shirt, so no one got hurt.

Once that happens I can feel the corners of my mouth tilt downward and the tears finally slide down my face. I throw down my quiver and bow, and run toward the woods. A couple years ago I found a small clearing of trees that had been hidden away from the path. It's where I go when I'm sad or upset. I sit, knees to my chest between two trees, where I always go to cry.

I think it may have been an hour when I see Clovis, my half-brother and also the only other person that knows of this place, coming over to me. "Are you okay? " he asks in a gentle voice, "I heard you pinned an Apollo kid to his cabin," he lets out a small laugh. "Yeah.. " I say, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice. "So, what happened today?" he asks me. I respond, " I - I saw Will and Nico kiss.. Then I tried to do something I'm usually really good at, and I couldn't even do that right.. " the tears start to fall again. He hugs me to him, "They've been looking for you for the last hour and a half. They seem really worried about you."

He stays with me for a while. "Do you think you're ready to go back to camp? " he asks when I've stopped crying for a few minutes. "I think so.. " I reply, slowly standing up.

He walks with me all the way to our cabin. "Come on, you should get some rest and freshen up before dinner " he tells me when we get inside. "Thank you" I tell him, " You're the best brother I could possibly ask for, " I tell him. I really am very grateful for him. I walk over to my bunk, take my boots off, lay down, and immediately pass out as my head hits the pillow.

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ time skip- about 3 hours later ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Somehow, Clovis is able to wake me up 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 the horn for dinner so I have time to freshen up. When I go to the bathroom mirror the first thing I notice is how red and puffy my eyes are from how much I cried. Even more upset with myself now, I decide it's time to bring out the clippers.

ʕ'•ᴥ•'ʔ time skip- about 7 minutes later ʕ'•ᴥ•'ʔ

I gave myself a haircut. Of course, just like every other mental breakdown, I had to do something to my hair. Unfortunately I didn't have enough time for hair dye, so- haircut. I apply a small bit of concealer under my eyes to try hiding the redness. It doesn't hide much, but I think it worked well enough.

I walk out of the bathroom and go to my bunk to lace my boots back up. Just as I finish with that, Clovis walks over and sits down next to me, half asleep. "Are you feeling any better? " he asks, his voice heavy with sleep. "Yeah.. I think I just overreacted a bit back there," I confess. The horn, signaling it's time to go the pavilion for dinner, startles us both making sure we're awake.

As we're making our way to our table, I spot Will and Nico staring at me, immediately looking away after realizing that I've noticed them. When I sit down with my siblings, I see that they're all looking at me. Clovis, being protective of me, glares at them, making sure they look away.

ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ after dinner and Chiron's daily announcements ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

As Clovis and I are walking back to the cabin, Will jogs over with Nico in tow. "Could we borrow you for a moment Y/n? We should talk," Will asks me. I was about to respond when Clovis cut me off, "What do you need to talk to my sibling for? " he demands. "Clovis, it's okay." I tell him. "Are you sure?" He asks me, genuine concern in his voice. "Yeah, I'll see you later Clovis. I promise." He sighs and leaves begrudgingly.

As I look around, I notice that it's only Will, Nico, and I left in the pavilion. "We wanted to talk to you about earlier," Nico starts. After noticing that Nico would not continue, Will proceeds, "We were worried about you. What happened to make you so upset earlier?" "Oh, I uhm. IthinkIgotjealouswhenIsawyoukissbecauseI'velikedyouforawhile.... " I mumble together. "What was that?" Nico asks. "I said: I think I got jealous when I saw you two kiss because I've liked you both for a while now. And then I messed up miserably at something I'm good at. Everything's just been piling together-." I say slower.

They both look at each other. Will starts to chuckle, and Nico lets out a snort. "What are you laughing at?! I'm being serious!" I say, now getting annoyed at their, very rude, reaction to my confession. "Sorry! Sorry! It's just- we like you Y/n." says Will. "Yeah, I would hope so, we've been friends for a long time!" I say irritated. "Haha!! No Y/n, we love you, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘺. Not just like our friend." Nico clarifies. "So what are you suggesting?" I ask "Polygamy? I didn't know either of you were poly.." I say, unsure. They look at each other, Nico nods. Suddenly, Will moves in and KISSES me!! I am so shocked, I can barely move. The moment ends just as soon as it started though, and he moves away. As soon as he does so, Nico moves right to where Will had been just moments before, capturing my lips in his. This time though, I'm expecting it and I'm able to kiss back. After a moment, I pull back, and bring them both into a hug. I couldn't be happier!

[kittycatred]

as he talked to red, they stayed attentive, occasionally nudging their head into his hand to let him know they were listening and then, at the mention of playing, red eagerly perks up at the mention, their tail curling up, obviously enthused with that idea !!

hm... two neatly folded pride flags floating. weird. oh wait. no its probably just Dark.

they get placed on the floor next to Red. on top is a note in red ink. it reads as follows:

"I got distracted. its hard to communicate but Im here. dont know for how long. this place gives me goosebumps. -TDL"

a few of the letters had lines struck through them. as if Dark's hand occasionally jerked trying to write on it.

above... two floating gloves? one of them made a peace sign as some sort of greeting.

this was probably the only way hed be able to be seen or interact with the world as he was for most. he hoped cat red did not somehow misunderstand the situation. in fact he offered one of the gloved hands to be sniff-inspected. as was the courtesy with cats.

- @avasts-nightmare ((I tried so hard to have his introduction makes sense wehhh. this guy went through so much within a few weeks))

red walked over to the flags on the ground, sniffing them briefly, as they started to purr after realizing what they were, not only that, but who they were from

his attention was towards the letter briefly, ( miraculously, still able to read whilst being a cat ), eventually glancing up to eye the gloved hands above

however, despite the gloves being at red's eye level, red kept....glancing upwards occasionally ? almost as if xe saw something...rather someone...?

red sniffed the glove, silently appreciative over the courtesy, but as she did so, her gaze now was steadily eyeing up, briefly squinting, as their head slightly tilts in curiosity, almost as if trying to discern if what xe sees is real, or not

odd....its almost as if they could faintly see dark....?

[feined4]

Omg, you are the first one willing to write about Bianca! I obviously need a Bianca fic in my life and I would love a fluff to angst situation or something like that. I'll leave it up to you and your imagination!

Summer night

pairing: Bianca Barclay x gn!reader

summary: Bianca was the woman you loved. But one night you found out something and made you rethink if she was the woman you knew.

warning: angst, ooc Bianca I feel I made her... to harsh, ooc Xavier, italics means flashback.

word count: 3.1k

A/N: btw you didn't specify if it should be fem r or not so I just made it gender neutral. I'm also bad at angst I'm sorry :(((

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Bianca had asked you out during the first week of summer. School is just starting and you and Bianca's relationship is better than ever.

You reminisce about the fond memories you both made during the summer. Those late-night talks you both had always made your heart skip a beat. Or those outings you had with other friends. It felt like a blur.

Bianca had been nothing but charming towards you. Somehow always making you swoon at every chance she gets. But as the year started some of your friends became distant. It was mostly Xavier, you weren't sure why. You thought it was the lack of contact or the two of you and just drifted away from each other.

Both you and Bianca we're walking down the hallway with your arm wrapped around hers. You both were having a pleasant conversation until Enid suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"I've been meaning to catch you two!" Enid squealed.

Bianca raised her eyebrow at the blonde. "What exactly do you want?"

Enid grabbed her phone out of her pocket. "I just need a picture of you two, it's for my blog!" You looked at her with scrunched eyebrows. "Why do you need a picture of us?"

Enid only gave her famous smile. "Well, I just need a picture of the new it couple of Nevemore of course!"

Enid's reply made you smile. You felt the butterflies in your stomach. It made you hold Bianca's arm tighter.

The sound of Bianca's chuckle was like music to your ears. "Mhm sure Enid, let's give her what she wants."

Bianca removed her arm from yours, instead placing it around your neck. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. Enid was quick to take a picture of you both. She made sure to capture how you held on to her arm and the content smile you had.

"This is perfect you guys!" Enid grinned while looking down at her phone.

"Good, well me and Y/N have to go we'll see you around Enid." and with that you and Bianca left. Her arm was back around yours.

Luckily, you and Bianca had the same class. So you both always went at the same time.

Both you and Bianca made it on time. You were sitting together and you were absolutely bored out of your mind. Bianca being Bianca, she listened intently to the teacher at the front.

You gazed around the class and your eyes landed on Xavier, you looked at him curiously. You still never knew why he suddenly stopped talking to you.

You leaned closer to your girlfriend. "Hey, do you know whatever happened to Xavier? Like why he suddenly stopped talking to me?"

That made Bianca stop fidgeting with her pencil. The question caught her off guard.

"No, it was probably something stupid. You know how he is."

You only hummed. You should've known you wouldn't get an answer from Bianca. The two of them aren't close as they used to be.

Resting your head on her shoulder you sighed feeling her hand on your thigh, she gave you a gentle squeeze.

-

You were walking to the table you usually sat with Bianca, Kent, and Divina. You felt relief that it was finally lunch. You were starving during classes since you skipped breakfast.

Finally reaching your spot, you sat down next to your girlfriend.

You were greeted with a peck on the cheek. "Hey babe, I got your favorite food." Looking down at the table was the sight of your beloved lunch.

"Oh my god, thank you." you were quick to dig in your food while Bianca giggled watching you.

"So, I was thinking we could sneak out tonight so we can go to the lake," Kent suggested.

Divina squealed, "Yes we should go! I've been meaning to show Yoko something!"

"I'm in, Y/N?" Bianca asked looking at you. Looking up away from your food, you saw your friends and girlfriend waiting for your answer. "Yeah me too." It's not like you had plans later anyway. Plus, you would never miss an opportunity to see your girlfriend's scales. Especially under the moonlight sky.

Bianca grinned, "Perfect, let's meet up at the same time as always." This wasn't the first time you and your friends snuck out to the lake. Sometimes you'd sit on the ground to watch your girlfriend swim. She'd always try to convince you to swim with her.

-

Sitting down on the ground you watched as Bianca swam under the water of the lake.

You watched as her head popped up from the water. "Baby, are you gonna watch me forever, or are you gonna join me?" You giggled, "I don't have my swimsuit, plus I'm fine with being just here."

She squinted her eyes, she slowly made her way towards you. You raised your eyebrow, "Bianca, I said I don't have my swimsuit."

That didn't stop her. She was close to you, her hands slowly reaching you. "Babe...." You whispered nervously while slowly backing up.

You were too late.

Her fast hands grabbed your ankles and pulled you into the water. You almost screamed when you were dragged into the water.

The sound of splashing water filled the lake. You reached the surface just to see your laughing girlfriend. "Bianca what the fuck?!"

She only kept laughing and placed her hands on the side of your face. "Okay okay, I'm sorry," she watched as your mouth slowly turn into a pout.

She bit her lip, leaning closer to you and pressed her lips on yours. You sighed into the kiss. Bianca broke the kiss and let her forehead rest on yours.

"You're so cute." her voice came out as a whisper. You smiled, before looking below you for a second. You look back at your girlfriend with a mischievous look.

Your hands quickly splash your girlfriend making her scoff. "Really?" she asked in disbelief. "It's payback!" you were quick to reply and continue your attack.

The night ended with you both laughing out of your minds.

That night was one of your favorite memories of her.

-

Sneaking out of your dorm can be quite troublesome. But you were always successful anyway.

Suddenly you heard the sound of people bickering around the corner. It sounded like hushed whispers.

You peeked around the corner to see Xavier, Kent, and Divina?

You were confused, what were they doing here?

You watched them, Xavier looked agitated while it seemed Kent and Divina were trying to calm him down. Kent was pushing Xavier away while Divina was texting someone frantically. Their voices were getting louder enough for you to hear.

"I have to tell them, you know it's wrong we keep this from them!" Xavier shoved Kent's hands away from him.

"Dude you know how pissed Bianca would be! We can't tell them." Kent said pushing Xavier again.

This was getting worse. They were getting louder. It would cause attention. You thought it would be best to try and stop them.

So you rounded the corner fully exposing yourself. Once they noticed you were there. Kent and Divina's faces looked like they saw a ghost.

"Y/N!" Xavier called out to you, finally pushing Kent out of the way. He stood before you, the look on his face was mixed with guilt and shame.

"Is something wrong?" You asked in utter confusion.

"Xavier." Divina said in a warning tone. Xavier only shook his head. He didn't want to admit it but the guilt was eating him up. It wasn't right, especially for you. You didn't deserve this whatsoever.

"Y/N I have to tell you something important." In an instant, Xavier was at a loss for words. How could he possibly explain it to you? Especially when you couldn't remember?

Swallowing the lump down his throat, Xavier clenched his jaw.

"I-I know you don't remember much of that night. Remember that night I followed you, Bianca, and the others?" He asked and you try to remember. The memory finally came to mind.

Xavier never followed those swimming trips much. So when he did follow it took you by surprise. You didn't mind it though.

You nodded, "Well that night, you weren't drunk Y/N. Hell, you didn't drink at all!" You blinked in confusion. You didn't remember much. Since you were.. Drunk? You didn't know anymore.

"Xavier stop it!" Divina whisper shouted. They were obviously keeping something from you. "Divina, is it true? I didn't drink that night?"

Divina's mouth hung open. She didn't have the guts to lie to you, nor could she tell the truth. Her silence let you know Xavier was telling the truth.

"I don't understand, why don't I remember?" You asked putting your attention on Xavier again. He sighed, "You don't remember because..." the words die out in his mouth. It was getting harder to tell you the truth.

"Xavier tell me." You were getting pissed. What were they hiding from you? Xavier looked behind him to see Kent shake his head, silently telling him to stop.

Xavier looked back at you. "You don't remember because Bianca used her siren song on you."

It felt like you were crushed. You've been lied to. By your friends and girlfriend. Many things were going through your mind.

"What the fuck? What do you mean?" You asked with a shakey voice. Xavier took a breath in.

"She used her siren song on you because that night, you caught her... With me." Xavier barely whispered the last part. He watched as you took in his words. How your eyebrows twitched, How you looked at him in disgust.

"Look Y/N, it was a mistake. I didn't-"

He was cut off by you giving him a harsh slap. The sound of your hand on his face echoed in the hallway, making Kent and Divina flinch.

Your whole world is falling apart. You couldn't believe it. Everything was just fine earlier. It seemed your girlfriend was the sweetest woman you know. Now... You weren't sure.

"Tell me everything." Was all you could mutter out. Xavier only nodded, he deserved that slap. He deserved your hate.

-

Summer nights would end with you swimming with your girlfriend and friends.

Well, one night, you found out Xavier was coming. He never came on these trips. Always saying he's either busy or painting.

You were more than pleased he was joining. It was nice for him to join. Although, you weren't sure if Bianca would be okay with it.

You knew they were together before. How their breakup was rough.

But when you told your girlfriend, she didn't have a negative reaction. In fact, she smiled finding out he was coming.

Back then you thought they made up. But it was more than that.

-

Swimming around with Kent, you two were goofing around until you noticed your girlfriend's presence was gone. You looked around but only the twins were seen.

You excused yourself going to look for her.

You didn't notice Xavier was gone too.

Searching around your girlfriend was nowhere to be seen.

That was until you heard the sound of sticks being broken.

Slowly, you went towards the sound. You thought it was an animal. But instead, you met with a devastating sight.

Bianca was pinned against a tree and Xavier held her waist while they were making out.

You were hit by a mix of emotions. Anger, sadness, and confusion. How could she do this to you? What did you do wrong?

It was hard to even believe she would do this. But here you are watching her kiss her ex.

It seemed they heard you and they whipped their head toward you. Their eyes were wide with shame. Bianca felt her breath catch in her throat. This wasn't supposed to happen. And now she had to face the consequences.

You didn't want to be there. You were rushing away. Ignoring the pleas of your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. Your vision was getting blurry with tears.

You get it now. Was Bianca only dating you to get back at Xavier? You should've known it was odd she started dating you right after the breakup with Xavier. She was obviously not over him.

Bianca felt the dread. The guilt building in her more while she tries to catch you. The regret was far too overwhelming. She couldn't lose you. She needs you. How was she gonna convince you it was a mistake? She couldn't.

But then the idea popped into her head.

She blinked away her tears. Yes, that could be it. She'll just use her siren song. Bianca knew it was wrong. But she needed you.

She looked down at her necklace. She was only going to do this once. She removed it frantically. She called out for you to stop.

You stopped in your tracks.

She was second-guessing her decision. Was this right? It was only one time. She needed to. But was this right for you? It's not like you'll remember.

Too many questions ran through her mind Xavier was able to catch up with her. It seemed Kent and Divina heard the commotion. They ended up seeing the situation turn out.

"Bianca? What the fuck are you doing?" Xavier asked panicked.

"I have to do this. I-I can't lose them!" Bianca cried. A single tear was able to slip out.

"Y/N, you-you never saw us."

They watched as you blinked with scrunched eyebrows. They watched as you looked at them with a confused smile.

"Um, what happened?" You asked very confusedly. They were all looking at you like you've gone mad.

"You're just drunk." Bianca whispered. Xavier looked at Bianca and back at you. He didn't know what to do. So much was happening.

You blinked a few times again. "oh, no wonder."

you laughed, you looked at Kent.

"Where are the drinks? I wouldn't mind for some more." You asked, Kent's mouth hung open. "It's over there." he pointed at the small table. He refused to look at you.

You walked towards the small table leaving them there. Bianca was putting on her necklace, she looked at them. "No one talks about this ever again. And no one tells Y/N."

The twins only agreed. They were far too spooked to disagree. Xavier on the other hand, he was feeling mixed feelings. He was still processing what had just happened.

Bianca took a breath in. Gaining her composure before making her way toward you.

The twins and Xavier were left trying to take in what just happened.

-

You were in denial. There's no way that happened. But then again, it made sense. Why you couldn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol that night?

Everything was crashing down at you all at once. You felt tears forming.

"Is this true?" you asked the twins, hoping it wasn't. And that it was just some sick fucking joke.

They refused to look at you. "We're sorry Y/N." Divina whispered. The guilt they were bottling up finally took a toll on them.

You let out a shaky sigh. So it was true. Far too overwhelmed you didn't notice Bianca rush in.

Once she was your tear-stained cheeks she knew you knew you already knew.

She got the text from Divina that Xavier was trying to tell you. Once she had read the text her heart dropped.

Bianca practically ran here hoping to stop Xavier. Unfortunately for her, it was too late.

The familiar anxious feeling she felt seeing you look at her like she betrayed you.

And that's exactly what she did.

You wanted to leave. You still struggling to take in this information. So many questions ran through your mind. Why would she do this to you? Why didn't they tell you sooner? Was she still cheating on you?

"Y/N," Bianca called out for you softly. She tried reaching for you, but you quickly smack her hand away.

The mix of anger and sorrow growing in you becomes worse. You breathed heavily, more tears running down your face.

"I don't ever want to see you again." You say through gritted teeth and a weak voice. Glancing between Bianca and the others.

You felt numb walking back to your dorm room. You desperately tried to blink away the tears. Everything went all so wrong with one single conversation. The trust you had for Bianca was gone in a single moment.

Bianca tried to catch you, but Xavier grabbed her wrist. He gave her a pleading look. Silently telling her to let you go.

It was like deja vu. This time Bianca let you go. Bianca sighed, deep down she knew this was going to happen one day. You'd find out the truth.

Bianca lost you. But in reality, she lost you the moment you caught her with Xavier.

Once you reached your bed you tried to muffle your cries. You didn't want to disturb your roommate.

-

You cried yourself to sleep that night. It felt like your chest was tightening non-stop.

You woke up to your second alarm. Your roommate was long gone. Your head was aching. Your eyes were puffy, a spot on your pillow was wet with tears, and your face was still stained with tears.

You sighed, you didn't have any energy left. But you still had to attend school. Lazily, you got dressed and fixed your hair. You tried washing your face in hopes your puffy eyes would go away.

Walking through the halls people gave you a few stares. It was obvious you were tired. You were hesitant to go to your first class but you still forced yourself. You made sure to sit far from Bianca. You couldn't bare to look at her.

Bianca stared at you, she saw the tiredness in your eyes. She clenched her jaw, in Bianca's mind the memory of her using her siren song on you replayed non-stop. It made her feel guilt and shame every single time.

-

It wasn't long before people noticed the distance between you and Bianca. Rumors spread like wildfire about how the two of you potentially broke up.

"I heard Y/N was only using Bianca for popularity."

"What? I heard that Bianca cheated."

"I bet they were only a couple for attention."

"Didn't they get together last summer? Something must have gone wrong recently."

"Bianca sure has a thing for weird people..."

This has been going on for days. you hated it, you wished people just minded their own business. It made you hide away in the library more and more.

You scrolled through your following page and came across Enid's latest post.

'The it couple of Nevermore broke up?! What happened?'

You clenched your jaw, turning off your phone and closing your eyes. You thought to yourself,

'This will pass, and people will lose interest soon.'

That's how it always ends anyway, soon you'll just be an old rumor of Nevermore.