#see ‘’Now why would I do something as boring as that? :)’’

[hellholebrainiac]

this is an excerpt from a fic I'm writing, i've not yet started posting it but I figured this is a pretty good place to put it for know.

-clip- sirius bored "who are you gonna call, my parents" mcgonagle dismissively "no" Sirius confused "James parents?" mcgonagle bored "no" Sirius curious + confused "who?" regulus walking in "you needed me professor" Sirius confused "regulus?" mcgonagle proffessionaly "yes mr. black, as I'm sure you noticed your brother has gotten himself in a bit of trouble, please sit so we can discuss this" and to sirius' surprise he sits down looking like this is completely normal and when mcgonagle tells him what happened regulus turns to him totally calm and goes "Sirius I'm not mad, I'm disapointed and want to understand why this happened" this being new territory of reaction Sirius just shrugs like a scolded child, and when regulus places his hand on his shoulder he jumps, so regulus gets up and kneels in front of him with his hand on his cheek and says "did something happen that made you feel you needed to behave this way" and so Sirius looks at his brothers eyes, and seeing actual concern he just nods and says "Severus called moony "loony lupin" again, and Remus said it didn't bother him but I can tell it did and he cant do anything cause he's technically a perfect so I did something for him" expecting backlash he closes his eyes, but instead regulus just turns to mcgonagle and says, I would like to have a talk with Mr. Snape's parents about his repetitive behavior towards mr lupin." in a voice so professional and yet almost maternal. and mcgonagle looking completely unsurprised just says of course Mr. black, if you would like I can call them here right now." - end clip-

Sirius getting in trouble and McGonagall not calling his parents because Sirius was disowned, but also not calling the Potters because they had to take care of talking to James.

So, she decides to bring Regulus to her office and just let him yell at Sirius.

[darkbluekies]

MR KRABSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAAAAA!

SO, hedwig has always wanted to be a model, right? What if she's finally establishing a name for herself, getting booked, walking for big designers, and she always bringing darling to her shows. What if darling catches another models eye? they're VERY interested in darling, making hedwig choose between her career and her partner. Which one does she value more? how does she handle the jealousy (not well, obviously). How would our hedwig react to having to choose between her dream job or her dream person?

TEEEHEE I HOPE THIS HELPS IF NOT I HAVE MORE

No tracebacks, no takebacks

Yandere!richgirl oc x fem!reader

Summary: Hedwig has brought you with her on a show in Milano, but another model has set her eyes on you ... and Hedwig has to do her first killing alone.

Warnings: jealousy, drugging/killing, hitmen, Hedwig being very unstable, guilt, Hedwig is very clingy

Word count: 3k

A/N: guys I'm fighting with my phone's keyboard, it autocorrects nonsense, like hedwig to shell. Please dont mind the weird autocorrects ive missed :(

Milano fashion week. First row. Nestled between an influencer and an actress. Easier said than done. Your phone buzzes.

“My turn in 1 minute!! Promise you'll watch!! Take pictures too please I want to post them!!”

You can imagine how she looks, standing backstage in some ridiculously expensive outfit she'll beg to take home, just because she wants to give it to you, nearly jumping with excitement. It's not the first time you've been sitting here, but it hasn't gotten boring yet. The outfits are often interesting. Sometimes funny. Never boring.

She walks out, walking confidently. She always shines, but there's something different about her on the runway. She takes on a role that is different from her normal bubblegum self. Something bolder, almost sexier. They've told her behind the stage to exaggerate it, since her face is often too soft for the harsher themes. But they never deny her. How could they? Heiress to the Carter-fortune? Just having her face on the covers of the runway is enough to pull in seemingly bigger names. 

Hedwig, though, never brags about it. But you can tell on her face that she's well aware of that fact.

She disappears backstage again. Your phone buzzes again.

“Come backstage!! I want my well done kiss”

You rise from your seat and make your way backstage. After telling the guards, and showing a picture of Hedwig kissing you for proof, you’re allowed in. Backstage is always booked and busy. You look around for her. People zoom past you in a blur.

“Oh, hey”, a woman says.

You turn your head. She's a few years older than Hedwig—twenty two at most—and wears an outfit more extravagant than Hedwig's.

“I saw you in the crowd, first row”, she says. “I haven't seen you before. What's your name?”

“Y/N”, you say and try to look behind her, searching for Hedwig.

“Mind if I get your number? I’m in town a few more days for a holiday, why dont we catch up and do something?”

“Well, actually—”

“—actually, she's with me.”

Hedwig's British accent cuts in, cutting the thick tension, but just like cutting hair it grows back twice as thick. She comes up behind the other model and takes your hand, pecking your lips. She gives you a quick smile and then turns to the woman.

“The director wants to speak with you”, she says. “Urgently. Thank you for keeping my girlfriend company.”

With that said, Hedwig turns you and walks. 

“What did she say?” Hedwig asks.

“She asked for my number.”

“Oh, did she now? Bold.” She shakes her head and smiles. “Look what I managed to get you.”

You haven't even noticed the thing slung over her arm.

“Its the cardigan I wore on the runway”, she smiles. “Hold out your arms, let me see you wear it.”

You open, holding out your arms like a scarecrow. She places it on you and takes a step back, smiling ear to ear.

“Actually, I think it fits you better than it did me”, she says and hooks her arm in yours as the two of you start to walk. “Keep it on, let's go back to the hotel, I'm starving.”

“You didn't eat? I made you a snack kit …”

“No, I know, but i forgot it on the counter and I didn't want to bother you to bring it with you. I'll eat it too, don’t worry. My stomach fits both dinner and snacks.”

She holds your hand during the cab ride, leaning onto you and kissing you more than normal. Her mind drifts to the model, who she had found pleasant all afternoon, and finding herself liking her less and less. Her eyes had been watching you with such enthusiasm, those eyes that had been sure she'd get your number. Someone like her isn't used to being told ‘no’. Hedwig would know, she’s the same.

“You’re quiet”, you say.

“Mm … tired”, she hums and nuzzles her face into your shoulder. 

She thanks and pays the driver as the car stops outside the hotel. You had made the mistake of googling your suite before coming and had to rub the screen to make sure there really were those many zeroes.

“What are you feeling like?” Hedwig asks you walk into the giant hall of your hotel “room”. “I could go for salmon … maybe some baked potatoes, but at this point they're optional. I just want fish.”

“Fish and chips?”

She gives you a quick, playful glare.

“When I'm finally out of England?” she chuckles.

“Why go for fish then?” you ask and lie down in bed. “We are in Italy. Didn't you talk about pasta all week?”

“I don't know, I'm not so interested in Italian food anymore … actually, I'm pretty ready to go home.”

“Why? You were so excited. What happened?”

Hedwig sighs and stumbles over to the bed, laying down with her head in your lap. 

“Promise you won’t think I’m dumb”, she mumbles. 

“Of course not”, you reassure her. 

“That woman … who asked for your number … I felt like I was going to explode right there. She didn’t know that you were taken … but she looked at you with such certainty … as if, if she just asked you you’d give it to her without question. As if she expected it. And maybe you would have, if you weren’t with me … or maybe you would have either way—”

“Hedwig.”

“She was beautiful. I won’t deny that. She is famous too. I wouldn’t blame you if you got tempted. That’s why I feel so icky. I wasn’t ready for others to look at you the way I do. I don’t know.”

“Hedwig.”

She hugs your waist tightly, hiding her face into your chest, shivering and breathing irregularly. 

“I can’t live without you”, she breathes out. “I don’t even want to imagine it. I can’t. I can’t. I want you forever.”

“Hedwig, will you let me speak?”

“What?”

“You’re Hedwig Carter.”

“So? My name didn’t draw you to me. Why would it stop you from going to someone else?”

“Hedwig, honestly? Listen to yourself.”

She nuzzles closer, listening to your heart beating beneath your ribs and breathes out. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart”, she whispers. “I just can’t imagine life without you. I need you more than anything else.”

“You’re exhausted”, you say. “You’ve been up on your feet all day and you haven’t eaten. That’s why you’re feeling like this.”

No, it isn’t, Hedwig thinks. I think like this because I’m born like this … and I can’t deny it. I can’t get rid of it. And, oh, how I want to give in to it. It hurts.

“Should I call for room service?” you ask. “You can take a shower in the mean time? I think some warm water will help you relax.”

You’re about to leave the bed when her hand grabs your wrist. 

“Take it with me?” she asks quietly. “Please?”

You nod. She pulls you gently into the bathroom. She’s clingier than normal. If that’s possible. 

You’re both in identical white silk pyjamas. Hedwig loves to match whenever she can, and loves to put you in her clothes. She doesn’t bother to get out of bed to eat. The two of you sit together and watch a movie on the TV with your plates in your laps. She feeds you and wipes your lips with her thumbs, smiling widely. You’re so adorable, her heart can’t take it. She gets cuteness aggression whenever she looks at you. 

You’ve rested your head on her chest halfway into the movie. 

“Sleepy?” Hedwig asks softly and runs her hands through your hair. “It’s okay, you can sleep, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to miss the movie …”

“We can rewatch it tomorrow. Sleep, if you’re tired.”

Almost as on signal, you fall asleep with your head still lying on her shoulder. Hedwig holds you close, still staring at the TV-screen but not paying any attention. She imagined that woman holding you like this, being able to hold you while you’re sleeping. The thought awoken that familiar burning ice in her. Her heart beats quicker, heavier. Pounding against her ribs. Her hand shakes as she pets your hair. She recognises it. The year to kill. Hedwig licks her lips nervously and looks around, trying to remind herself where she is. She’s not at home. She doesn’t have her hitmen. She’s alone. 

Slowly, she leaves the bed, making sure not to wake you. You mumble something softly and she hushes, gently laying your head down on the pillow. 

“It’s okay, my love”, she whispers as she tucks you in. “Everything’s okay. Just sleep. You’re okay.”

But she isn’t. 

She paces back and forth in the dimly lit hotel suite, arms tightly wrapped around her. 

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What the fuck do I do?

Shakingly, she runs her hands through her hair.

I want her dead. I want her dead for even thinking that she could snatch her from me.

Hedwig scoffs, turning her head up against the ceiling, still walking back and forth. 

Miss Perfect has never gotten rejected before and was so sure that this wouldn’t be the first time. Thought that what was mine would be easy to take. Yeah, sure. In that case, you haven’t met me before.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the window, the dark night outside it making it into a mirror, and she stops moving. Hedwig tells herself that it’s the lack of light that makes her look like a ghost, but she knows that it very well could be her. 

She didn’t know. It was harmless, wasn’t it? If she had known, she probably wouldn’t have asked Y/N. 

But what if she did it anyways? What if she didn’t care? What if she thought she could have her anyway? That she could steal her? That it didn’t matter if Y/N was in a relationship because she could easily take her? 

I only spoke to her for two hours. 

The modeling world is small. I will meet her again. She will meet Y/N again. She could slip her number to them. They could start talking. She could take her from me. I have to get rid of her before anything happens. 

Hedwig bites her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She picks up her phone. All model’s numbers are listed in the email she got, incase she wanted to widen her connections. She copies the number and goes into messages. 

“Hi, it’s Hedwig Carter, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a drink real quick?”

She doesn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“yeah, sure! i’m at an after party for some book release right now, meet me after?”

“Of course.”

Hedwig clicks away the messages and goes into dial. She calls a hidden number at the bottom. Quickly, she glances back at the bed. You’re still sleeping. Her heart swells at the sight of your head on the large pillows. You look so small. So protectable. 

“Miss Hedwig?” a rough voice answers. 

“I am going to do something really terrible”, she whispers. 

“What are you going to do?”

“I am …” She looks at you again, making sure. “I am going to kill someone.”

“By yourself?”

“Yes. I-I can’t let this go on. I have to prevent damage.”

“Are you sure? Can’t this wait? You could come back to England, set up a meeting with us and let us handle it.”

“I can’t wait that long. If I don’t do something now … I might explode. I feel like I’m going to scream. I can’t think. I have to get rid of her. I need help. What do I do? How do I make sure it doesn’t trace back?”

The hitman gives her suggestions. If the model has been at a party, giving her a drug overdose won’t be too suspicious. She could very well have gotten it at the party. It could work. Hedwig does not want to stab anyone. The less blood, the less tracing back. 

“I do have a contact in Milano that I could message”, the hitman says. “He won’t do the job for you, but he will get you what you need.”

“Okay”, Hedwig breathes out. “Thank you.”

She hangs up and walks over to the bed, quickly changing into a black dress. You look so absolutely wonderful in the bed. Hedwig blinks away a few tears and tucks you in even cozier, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“I will be back soon”, she whispers to your sleeping form. “I will make things right. I will always protect you. No matter the price. I will pay it. Always. I will be back before you know it.”

She leaves the suite, heart pounding in her chest. When she stands in the elevator, she gets the message from the contact. He’ll be waiting outside the hotel. Hedwig shrugs off the guilt and walks out to meet him. He doesn’t seem surprised to see her. Her hitman must have told him a lot about her. 

“This will be enough”, he says and gives her a pill. “It’s basically poison in a pill capsule.”

“And it won’t be traceable?” Hedwig asks, looking up at him. 

“Most likely not. These can be found here and there. I think you’ll be fine. And if not, you have the money for a lawyer.”

“I don’t care about that. I don’t want a rumour. It won’t matter if it’s traceable or not. If I’m connected to a murder rumour … I’m doomed.”

“In that case, make sure to give the victim it as soon as possible. The longer you wait, the less likely it’ll look like it comes from the party.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

She runs off. Better hurry up. 

The woman meets her outside the club. She hugs Hedwig, and she has no choice but to hug back, rolling her eyes behind the woman’s head. Hedwig insists on going inside to check it out, deciding that it’ll be better if the ordeal happens at the club. Much easier to get away with it.

“Why don’t we buy a drink here?” Hedwig asks. “Before we leave?”

“Yes, sure, what do you want?”

“Anything is fine.”

The woman buys two dark drinks, to Hedwig’s delight. In the dark lights of the club, nothing will be visible in the drink. They sit down together by a round table. Hedwig takes small, small sips of her own drink and slips the pill in when the woman isn’t looking. Her head spins with fear. 

“I didn’t know the cutiepie was yours”, the woman says. “She looked quite … misplaced.”

“What do you mean?” Hedwig asks suspiciously. 

“You could tell that she isn’t used to the modeling world. It was kind of cute. She reminded me of a little deer caught in headlight.”

And suddenly Hedwig hates deers. 

“Actually, she’s more of a bunny”, Hedwig mutters and takes a sip of her drink. 

“Have you been together long?”

“Yes.”

“Lucky you.”

Hedwig looks at her up and down. “Yes. Lucky me, indeed.”

She indulges in more small talk about the modeling industry and Hedwig’s family history, but doesn’t talk about you. If the woman tries, Hedwig is quick to steer it away.

“I have to go now”, she says after a while. “My girlfriend is sleeping at our hotel, I shouldn’t leave her alone too long.”

“Yes … of course not”, the woman clears her throat. “Well, thank you for keeping me company.”

“Sure. Bye.”

Hedwig turns and walks. Quickly. The night air hits her like sharp knives. She breaks out into a smile. She did it … and she didn’t get caught. Her first murder executed by herself. 

Damn, don’t get too excited.

She hurries back to the hotel, feet almost stumbling over the cobblestone, wanting nothing more than to curl up beside you again, be in your arms, feel your skin against hers and be able to kiss your pretty lips. She’s almost giddy, which she knows that she shouldn’t, but she can’t help it. 

She changed out of the black dress and back into her silk pyjamas as soon as she gets back into the dimly lit suite. You haven’t moved an inch and you sleep so soundly she’s afraid breathing too loud will wake you. Before climbing into bed, she takes a picture of you, needing to capture your squishy appearance forever. 

“Where were you …?” you mumble tiredly as Hedwig climbs into bed. 

“I was just out on the balcony for some fresh air”, she replies and pulls you into her arms. “Did I frighten you?”

“I missed you …”

Hedwig grimaces, heart swelling out of her ribs and spilling out into her throat. Her mind makes up. She absolutely did the right thing tonight. She can’t imagine anyone else hearing your voice in this soft, vulnerable way. The fact that you don’t even open your eyes, that you trust her enough to know that it’s her, makes her heart ache. 

“It’s okay, my love”, she whispers and kisses your lips over and over again before leaning her head on yours. “I’m back now. I’m here. I won’t let you go for a second.”

Tomorrow morning, the news will be plastered with the news of the dead model and Hedwig will have to pretend to be distraught and mortified. But for now, she doesn’t hide her smile as she nuzzles closer to your warm, soft body, kissing you over and over again. Her own baby, her pretty girl. All for her again. No one, ever, will be able to have you like this. Only Hedwig. She always wins.

[ghstyles]

$5 | Windows Facing

The Sigma boys host a kissing booth

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The crisp autumn air carries the sound of music and laughter across campus as Y/N and her roommate Maya make their way back to their dorm after their afternoon classes. Fallen leaves crunch beneath their boots, and Y/N clutches her psychology textbook to her chest, discussing their upcoming midterms.

"I still don't understand why Professor Jenkins expects us to memorize all forty defense mechanisms," Y/N sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, rationalization and intellectualization are practically the same thing."

Maya, with her dark red hair and perpetually amused expression, nudges Y/N with her elbow. "That's such a rationalization."

"See? You're proving my point," Y/N laughs, adjusting her scarf against the October chill.

As they round the corner onto Greek Row, they're met with an unusual sight: a line of girls, at least twenty deep, snaking from the front porch of Sigma house onto the sidewalk. Above the doorway hangs a large, crudely painted banner that reads "SIGMA KISSING BOOTH - $5 - ALL PROCEEDS TO CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL."

“You’ve got to be kidding me" Y/N mutters, slowing her pace to observe the spectacle.

Maya's face lights up with recognition. "Oh! Louis mentioned they were doing a fundraiser today. Didn't realize it would be so...popular."

"Of course it's popular," Y/N says, rolling her eyes. "They're literally selling the opportunity to kiss frat boys. It's like a petri dish of bad decisions and mononucleosis."

Despite her disdain, she can't help but notice the booth set up on the porch. It's decorated with red and pink streamers, and behind it sits Niall, collecting money with an enthusiasm that suggests he's enjoying this charitable endeavor immensely. Beside the booth is a whiteboard listing the "kissers" on rotation:

HARRY 1-2 PM

ZAYN 2-3 PM

LOUIS 3-4 PM

LIAM 4-5 PM

NIALL 5-6 PM

A note at the bottom reads: "Limited time only! Get 'em while they're hot!"

"We should stop by," Maya suggests with a mischievous grin, checking her watch. "It's almost 3 – Louis is about to start his shift."

"Absolutely not," Y/N says firmly, trying to steer her roommate away from the commotion. "You've already been 'kissing' Louis for free for weeks. Why would you pay for it now?"

Maya shrugs. "It's for charity. Plus, I'm curious how he kisses other girls compared to me."

"That's...a concerning level of curiosity," Y/N remarks, but Maya is already dragging her toward the line.

"Come on! It'll be fun. You could kiss Harry," Maya teases, knowing full well about the antagonistic relationship that had developed between Y/N and Harry 

"I would rather kiss a toilet seat," Y/N retorts, but allows herself to be pulled along, if only to humor her roommate. "Besides, according to that board, Harry's shift is over."

"Pity," Maya says with exaggerated disappointment. "I've heard he's the best kisser in the house."

"From who?" Y/N asks before she can stop herself.

"Everyone," Maya gestures widely to the line of girls. "I bet his line was the longest"

As they approach, they can see the current proceedings. Zayn is seated on a stool, looking impossibly handsome and slightly bored as he gives a quick peck to a giggling sophomore. Behind him, leaning against the porch railing and drinking from a water bottle, is Harry, evidently finished with his shift.

He spots Y/N immediately, his eyes lighting up with that familiar mischievous glint that always precedes him saying something that will irritate her. He pushes off from the railing and makes his way over, running a hand through his already tousled curls.

"Well, well, well," he drawls, his British accent more pronounced as it always seems to be when he's trying to be charming. "If it isn't psychology girl. Come to make a charitable donation?"

Y/N gives him a saccharine smile. "Just escorting Maya. I prefer my charitable acts to not involve potential communicable diseases."

Harry clutches his chest in mock offense. "I'll have you know my lips are pristine. Certified disease-free."

"By whom? The CDC or just your own inflated ego?" she counters.

Harry grins, dimples appearing in full force. "Want to find out for yourself? I could make an exception and extend my shift."

"Hard pass," Y/N says, though she feels an annoying flutter in her stomach at his suggestion. "Besides, I don't have five dollars to waste."

"For you, I'd make it free," he says, leaning closer. "Consider it a scholarship for the academically gifted but romantically challenged."

Before Y/N can formulate a suitably cutting response, Louis emerges from the house, checking his watch.

"Time's up, Zayn!" he calls, then spots Maya in line and breaks into a wide smile. "Well, hello there, Red. Come to support the cause?"

Maya waves, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Just doing my part for the children."

Louis winks at her before turning to Harry. "How'd you do, mate? Beat my record from last year?"

Harry shrugs, his eyes still on Y/N. "Sixty-seven kisses. Not bad for an hour."

"Sixty-seven people willingly put their lips on yours?" Y/N asks, genuinely astonished. "Were they blindfolded first?"

Harry laughs, a rich sound that Y/N reluctantly admits (to herself only) is rather nice. "You know, most girls on campus would consider it a privilege."

"I'm not most girls," she retorts.

"No," he agrees, his tone shifting to something more sincere, "you're definitely not."

The unexpected compliment throws her off balance momentarily.

Louis claps Harry on the shoulder. "My turn to shine. Though I notice you've still got some energy left for verbal sparring with our favorite psychology major."

"Just trying to convince her to contribute to the cause," Harry says innocently.

Louis looks between them with amusement. "Right. The cause."

As Louis takes his position at the booth and Zayn heads inside, the line shuffles forward. Maya moves with it, leaving Y/N standing awkwardly with Harry.

"I should go," she says, gesturing vaguely toward their dorm. "Papers to write, defense mechanisms to memorize."

"Or," Harry suggests, falling into step beside her as she turns to leave, "you could stick around. I'm done with my kissing duties, but I was going to help Niall count the money later."

"Tempting as it is to watch you struggle with basic math, I'll pass," Y/N says dryly.

Harry chuckles. "You know, one day you're going to run out of clever ways to insult me."

"I doubt that very much," she responds, though there's less bite in her tone than usual.

They've reached the sidewalk now, away from the crowd. Harry stops, causing Y/N to pause as well.

"Seriously though," he says, his playful demeanor slipping just slightly, "it is for a good cause. The children's hospital helped my cousin when she was little. It means a lot."

The sincerity in his voice catches Y/N off guard. It's a glimpse of the Harry that exists beneath the confident, flirtatious exterior, the one she occasionally spots in class when he thinks no one is watching, diligently taking notes and asking thoughtful questions.

"That's...actually really nice," she admits. "The fundraiser, I mean. Not the method."

Harry's smile returns, softer this time. "The method works, though. We raised over two thousand dollars last year."

Y/N glances back at the line, which has only grown longer. "I can see why."

A comfortable silence falls between them, perhaps the first they've ever shared that wasn't charged with their usual antagonism.

"I should really go," Y/N says finally, shifting her textbook in her arms. "Good luck with the rest of the fundraiser."

Harry nods, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a five-dollar bill. "Here."

Y/N looks at it, confused. "What's this for?"

"Consider it a donation in your name," he explains. "Since you refused to participate directly."

She hesitates, then takes the bill. "I'll drop it in the collection box on my way out."

"Or," Harry says, that mischievous glint returning to his eyes, "you could just take the kiss you paid for."

Y/N arches an eyebrow. "Technically, you paid."

"Semantics," he shrugs, taking a small step closer. "The money's going to the same place either way."

For a brief, crazy moment, Y/N actually considers it. There's something in Harry's expression, a mix of challenge and genuine interest, that makes her wonder what it would be like. Sixty-seven girls today alone couldn't be completely wrong, could they?

But then she thinks of the line of girls, the public setting, and her own stubborn pride.

"I think I'll just make the donation," she says, stepping back slightly.

If Harry is disappointed, he hides it well, nodding with a small smile. "Your loss, psychology girl."

Y/N turns to walk away, but pauses after a few steps. "Harry?"

He looks up, eyebrows raised expectantly.

She sighs before turning back to him, “you can kiss my cheek” she grumbles

Harry's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his usual cocky demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine shock. He recovers quickly, a slow smile spreading across his face, not the practiced, charming grin he flashes at everyone, but something more genuine that reaches his eyes and makes his dimples appear.

"Well, well," he says softly, taking a step toward her. "Psychology girl full of surprises."

Y/N immediately regrets her impulsive offer, but her pride won't let her take it back. She straightens her shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant despite the warmth creeping up her neck.

"It's for charity," she says primly. "And since you technically paid, I suppose it's only fair you get something for your donation. And I dont think youd want Louis or Niall kissing you"

"How generous of you," Harry murmurs, closing the distance between them.

He moves with a deliberate slowness that makes Y/N's heart beat faster. Standing this close, she can smell his cologne, something expensive and woodsy that she's secretly noticed before in class but would never admit to liking. His eyes, green with flecks of gold in the autumn sunlight, hold hers with unexpected intensity.

"Last chance to back out," he says quietly, giving her an opportunity to retreat that she hadn't expected from him.

Y/N swallows but holds her ground, turning her cheek slightly toward him in silent permission. She's acutely aware of the line of girls still visible on the porch, some of whom have noticed this interaction and are watching with undisguised interest.

Harry leans in, one hand coming up to gently brush her hair back from her face. The unexpected tenderness of the gesture sends an involuntary shiver down her spine. His fingers are warm against her skin, and she finds herself holding her breath as he moves closer.

His lips press against her cheek, soft and warm. It's not the quick peck she was expecting, but something more lingering, respectful of the boundaries she set, yet somehow managing to feel more intimate than a simple courtesy kiss. His stubble grazes her skin lightly, and she catches another hint of his cologne, mixed with something that's just distinctly him.

The kiss lasts only seconds, but when Harry pulls back, Y/N feels oddly disoriented, as if something fundamental has shifted between them.

"Thank you for your contribution," Harry says, his voice lower than usual, a hint of something unreadable in his expression.

Y/N clears her throat, desperately trying to regain her composure. "I expect a tax receipt," she manages, though her attempt at their usual banter falls slightly flat.

Harry laughs softly, still standing closer than their normal conversational distance. "I'll see what I can do."

From the porch, Louis calls out, breaking the moment: "Oi, Harry! Need you back here, we've got a line situation!"

Harry glances over his shoulder and waves acknowledgment, then turns back to Y/N. "Duty calls."

"Can't keep your admirers waiting," she says, finding her footing again.

Harry studies her for a moment longer, as if trying to solve a puzzle. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "for someone who claims to find me insufferable, you blush very prettily when I'm near."

Before Y/N can formulate a suitably cutting response, Harry takes a step backward, his usual confident smirk returning.

"See you in class tomorrow, psychology girl," he says with a wink, then turns and jogs back toward the house, where the line has indeed become somewhat chaotic.

Y/N stands rooted to the spot, her hand unconsciously touching the place on her cheek where his lips had been. She's annoyed to find that her heart is still beating faster than normal, and even more annoyed that Harry was right, her cheeks are warm with a blush she can't seem to control.

"Ridiculous," she mutters to herself, clutching her textbook tighter and turning resolutely toward her dorm.

As she walks away, she realizes she's still holding the five-dollar bill. After a moment's hesitation, she changes direction and heads back to the porch, where she wordlessly drops the money into the collection box before Harry can notice her return.

Maya, now at the front of the line and witnessing this entire interaction, gives her a knowing look that Y/N pointedly ignores. She'll have enough explaining to do when her roommate returns to their dorm later, no need to give her more ammunition by acknowledging what just happened.

As Y/N finally makes her way back to her building, she can't help glancing over her shoulder one last time. Through the crowd, she catches Harry's eye, he's been watching her leave. Instead of his usual teasing expression, there's something different in his gaze, something that makes her stomach flip in a way that has nothing to do with annoyance.

She turns away quickly, but not before seeing the small, genuine smile that crosses his face, one that suggests their dynamic might be shifting in ways neither of them had anticipated when the day began.

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Empire

Being crowned as empress of the Yuunkaedangon empire at the age of 17, you begin to start loving the new status and power. But it soon gets a bit boring and demanding the moment you turned 18. Harem? Heirs? Tf not!

Chapter 5

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Yuu was their name

An unknown traveler that stumbled upon twisted wonderland one stormy night. Not having a single clue on how and why they got here. They traveled through various kingdoms and countries before they got to yuunkaedangon.

The reason behind their bloody and bruised body was something they still haven’t told you yet about.

You decided to let them stay for a couple days or even weeks, depending on how fast they heal.

They still seem a bit wary of you every time you come in to check on them, though it doesn’t bother you as you only come in to check on their condition before leaving.

Not paying mind to the eyes of the traveler that follows your every move until you leave the room.

-

It was spring, a season you absolutely love as you knew it was time for the annual spring parade that is held in the palace.

Food, music, taste of sweet and bitter wine, dances! Ah! You can feel your body shake in excitement.

“Don’t even”

“Mm?”

Atsushi shakes his head with a heavy sign knowing you were trying to play dumb again.

“Empress, I beg you to slow down on your alcohol intake” he pleads.

“Atsushiii it’s the spring festival! You know they have the best of the best wines during this time of year” you whine. But he only shakes his head as he sternly says that he’ll cancel the festival this year if you don’t listen. And honestly, that shuts you up real quick.

But not before pouting and glaring at the wooden floor as Atsushi goes about the list of people attending this year.

“Ah and last but not least, the Al-Asim family will be attending. Though this year only the king and his wife along with his eldest son, prince Kalim Al-Asim and his servant Jamil Viper will be attending”

You quirk a brow

“What about the rest of the children?”

“It doesn’t say”

“Mmm” The door to your office creaks open and you see Leona peek in. A soft smiles makes it’s way to your lips as you signal him to come in.

“I’ll be taking my leave” Atsushi says and you only nod. More focus on Leona and the beautiful rob that snugs his body and the pretty eye makeup that compliments his eyes and skin.

“I knew it would look good on you” You whisper as you continue to wonder your eyes all over. He scoffs and looks away but you don’t miss the light pink on the tips of his ears.

You break out into a fit of giggles as the tall male in front of you glares at your form.

“S-sorry! It’s just that- pfft!!” He rolls his eyes and turns to leave but you quickly wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face on his back.

“M’ just messing with ya” You say softly. Now calming down after a good laugh.

“Just wanted to say thank you that’s all”

“Really now?” You move to look up at him. But as you looked up, he was already looking down at you.

“You’re very beautiful you know…”

Huh

Beautiful?

You blink a couple times before chucking

“Beautiful is a stretch”

“No it isn’t”

Maybe for the first time in your life you felt somewhat shy and even a little nervous. Leona stare wasn’t going away any time soon as he grabbed your chin with his hands. Cradling your face softly.

“You know, I won’t lie and say I wasn’t interested when my brother brought up the idea of me being one of your concubines”

“H-huh?”

“Before the party, I knew that he was planning on asking you. He talked about it for months”

WHAT?

“I-I why- huh?”

A small smirk creeps up his face as he holds you closer to him.

“We met before”

-

“How’s grim?” Riddle looks up at the man in front of him.

The new addition to the harem

“He's doing okay. His nightmares are starting to slowly go away” He says softly as the little boy in question lays on his lap in deep sleep.

“Ah that’s good to hear”

The two stay silent. Not knowing what else to say. Riddle still isn't that used to azul like he is with Leona. While azul still isn’t used to both of them. He’s more on the shy side.

“Are you excited for the spring festival?” It was riddle who broke the silence. Azul perks up at that and quickly nods.

“Yeah, I never been to one so I am pretty much excited to see what this years spring festival brings”

The redhead smiles.

“And you? Are you excited?”

“I have only been to two of them in the past when I was young…something my mother would drag me to for a opportu-….” He stops. A small frown laced on his face as he clenches his fist.

“I- never mind that I guess I never really cared for it”

“But now that I’m here…I guess I am excited” Azul didn’t question what he meant, by the looks of riddles face the boy most likely doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Well….I hope we both can enjoy this year’s festival together” riddle looks up at him. A little surprised. He then turns to look down and before he knows it a small smile creeps up his face.

“Yeah, that’ll be nice”

-

“Sissy look!”

It was the day of the spring festival. Merchants and food stalls were lined up perfectly along with many people from different countries and areas walking around and shopped with delight.

You smile down at grim as he shows you the new toy Atsushi got him.

“Very nice my dear”

“Can we please get some food? I’m hungry!” He exclaims as you giggle at his cuteness.

“Of course we can!”

“Don’t wander too far!” Atsushi yells behind the two of you. But it was already a little too late as the two of you happily walked off towards a nearby food stall.

“I see the empress is quite excited for this years spring festival” Atsushi turns around to see the former emperor.

WAIT

FORMER EMPEROR?!

“Imperial majesty” He bows as he greets him. The man in front of him stays silent which causes Atsushi to be confused. He peeks one eye open only to then see the man in front of him burst into laughter.

“You still look like a scared deer! Pfft!”

Ah yes

How could he forget how much the former emperor liked to tease?

“Atsushi! Long time no see!”

“Ah yes yes it’s been awhile”

“How’s my kid doing? She’s doing well?” Atsushi smiles at the mention of you.

“She’s doing great. The young empress has been doing well running this empire” Atsushi continues to ramble about your latest accomplishments, how you managed to create peace with a neighboring country while also making new allies, how you manage to stop a war from starting during your first couple weeks on being an empress, how your slowly starting to grow your harem, a-

Atsushi stops at the sudden sniffle coming from behind him. He turns to see the former emperor crying?!

“Your-“

“Ah my young child! Doing so well!”

“What else has my dear child done? I need to learn more!”

But before Atsushi could say any more, your voice makes them both turn to look at you.

“Father?”

“My dear empress!”

He rushes towards you before pulling you into a big hug.

“Father! I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Why would I miss my child’s first spring festival as the new empress?” You giggle . His attention soon drops to the little boy by your side who was busy munching on some fruit skewers.

“Ah! Is this boy yours? You didn’t tell me you already had one!”

The boys behind you immediately grew hot as riddle and azul faces turned bright red while Leona ears tinted a light pink.

“Oh no father! This is grim, doctor yujiro son.”

His eyes turned to the boy. He knows doctor yujiro, after all he was the one who saved you from your fever many years ago.

“Why hello there my boy. You’ve been eating good?”

“Yes! Look what sissy bought me!” He proudly shows a bag that contained so many delicious skewers and snacks.

“Well isn’t that good to hear!”

“Are you enjoying the festival so far my dear?” He then turns to you. You nod with a happy smile on your face.

“Well then, I’ll let you guys be”

“You won’t be joining us?” You frown. A little upset that your father won’t be joining you for this year’s festival.

“As much as I wish I could, your old man has some business to attend”

“I’ll let you guys go now, enjoy the festival my young empress” You pout but go ahead and leave.

“Is everything alright?” Atsushi asks.

The former emperor turns to him with a serious look which causes Atsushi to pale.

“It’s about my young empress”

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[wynnyfryd]

Eddie hesitates with his thumb hovering over the send button. The date tonight went so well. They've been on three so far, and honestly? Eddie's not even sure if Steve Harrington is a real human being or just some shroom-induced daydream of an old-school Hollywood star; he's so....

Sharp-nose-drowsy-eyes-blahblahblah-expression. High fashion model cool, he makes bored look hot; he acts like you're the only interesting thing in the whole room. Eddie's never been aloofly cool a goddamn day in his life (unless you count the villain characters he's played at the head of the Hellfire club, which—he's pretty sure actually suave characters don't get so keyed up with performance anxiety that they chug Mountain Dew out of a gold-painted "chalice" from the Dollar Tree just to have a moment to remember their next line.)

Point being, he doesn't want to fuck this up.

And he's pretty sure he's going to, because Steve kept glancing at his mouth all night, and now he's all worked up, and the question that's been worming its way through an apple core in the back of his brain has suddenly burst through the skin and demanded an audience.

And also?

It's too late to play guitar without pissing off his roommates and he needs something to do with his hands or he's going to die, so it's really either this or chew the skin around his fingernails until they get all gross and bleed. Steve would care about his health, right? So really, it's like.... it's like Steve basically encouraged him to ask this. I mean, he did, right? He prompted the question in the first place by responding to Gareth's dumbass prank profile. My friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy. Which is stupid for so many reasons, namely that no one even calls him that, but—well, now Steve calls him that. Steve calls him Eds, and it's actually kind of really charming the way he says it; how it slides out the side of a lazy smirk; his eyes a little closed; and—and Steve swiped right! He read the whole thing and still swiped right, so, so maybe it was a joke and maybe it wasn't, but regardless as his Gramma would say Eddie's near to working himself into a tizzy over the idea that Steve might want to call him the other thing, too.

....Fuck it.

Eddie: heyyy uh

Eddie: [cowboy_pewpew.gif]

Eddie: i had a really great time with you tonight

Eddie hits send and then panics a little, because he- he sent the pew pew gif? Why? Why the hell did he do that?

Steve: That feels ominous ha ha

Shit! Eddie deletes the paragraph of anxiety-induced excuses for his behavior and just generally who he is as a person and starts typing:

Eddie: no! no genuine GREAT TIME like

Eddie: !!!

Eddie: rly guf

Eddie: *guf

Eddie: GUD. DAMN IT

Steve's incoming call takes over his whole phone screen mid text-rant, so like, he's really not even sure if he can be faulted for how ridiculously quickly he answers—like, his finger was already right there.

Steve says, "You seemed like you were struggling," in that same tone he uses when he calls Eddie Eds. Jesus. Eddie can see the smirk so clearly it's like he's on a video call.

Oh, god. He's not on a video call, is he? Cause he definitely has, like, a little bit of goddamn drool on the edge of his mouth.

"Eddie? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah." It's muffled through the sleeve he's wiping his mouth off on. "Sorry, yeah, hi."

"Hi." There's a smile in his voice. He's doing that thing again. The model thing, where he makes Eddie feel like he's fascinating to listen to.

"Hi."

Which, clearly, Eddie isn't. Shit. His chest is gonna explode out of his chest. He's gonna find out he has some weird Russian nesting doll configuration going on in there or some shit, whatever; his heart feels like a bomb.

On the other side of the line, Steve takes a deep breath in, lets it out through his nose, so much slower than Eddie's. "Okay." There's a soft laugh, a beat where Eddie imagines him rolling his shoulders back and down, then, "You seem like you have something you want to say to me, so, as long as you're not trying to tell me you don't want to go out again— I mean, you could still tell me that. I wouldn't get mad or anything, it would just suck to hear because I like you, but—" Eddie's never heard him talk this fast before. "—I guess what I'm trying to say is." A deeper breath; pumping the breaks. "You can just tell me stuff. I'm not gonna, like, freak out on you or whatever."

There's the slightest wobble to it, a strain that suggests that maybe Steve's got a softer, squishy side tucked behind the prince charming smirk. Eddie wants to crawl inside and find it. "Okay," he exhales; here we go. "So like, obviously you know Gareth screwed with my Tinder bio the night we matched."

"Yeah."

"And uh- and I know that you said you swiped because you thought it was funny."

"I thought it was insane, actually. And also I was bored and drunk."

"Wow. Killer blows to my ego over here, Steve."

"Sorry," he laughs, "I did think you were really hot, too, though, if that helps."

"It does not."

"Aw, come on," and his voice goes slinky again like a cat stretching its spine, "It's got to help a little bit, right?"

"Oh, my god." Eddie's voice cracks.

The smirk is audible. "Are you blushing?"

Jesus H. Christ. He's blushing so fucking badly.

"Because you look cute when you're flustered."

"Steve." Eddie squeezes his eyes shut; begs mercy. Goddammit is this shit embarrassing, and Eddie's got to get away from it, got to spit it out of his mouth before it corrodes his tongue or something, got to— "DO YOU ACTUALLY WANT TO CALL ME DADDY OR NOT? Because I'll be honest, Steve, I'm not totally sure I'm into that, and I don't even know if I could do a good job of that for you, but I am pretty good at roleplaying for D&D, and I do also like you a whole lot and think you're hot and would be open to trying—I mean, shit, uh, whatever with you, I guess; I mean, maybe not the real weird stuff, but—"

He only cuts himself off when Steve's cackling gets so loud it starts blowing out his speakers. "Eddie," Steve chokes through long peals of laughter—showing off his teeth, Eddie can picture it: the angles and ridges, the holds Eddie would use to climb inside him and look around. Shit. Maybe he is into the real weird stuff. "Eddie, I'm—you—"

Steve takes eight seconds to calm down and catch his breath. Eddie knows that, because he was counting, so as to not lose his goddamn shit waiting for Steve's official government response to the natural disaster he just unleashed on the state of Indiana.

"To be clear," he says when he collects himself, "I did swipe because it was funny, I was drunk, I'm pretty sure I'm not really into that one, either, but I'm willing to try basically anything once. Also..."

Oh, no.

"I meant it when I said you look cute when you're flustered."

"Je-suuuuus."

"Hey," Steve purrs, "maybe you could call me that."

It's...

Hmm.

Eddie feels himself making kombucha girl faces, because, like, there is something kind of conceptually hot about the power play, something kind of peeling the paint off the edges of his brain at the thought of Steve keeping that supermodel calm while he bosses him around, but also— Ugh. Yeah. No. His dad's a fucking dick. "I think I'm good," he snorts. "No judgement or whatever."

"No judgement."

They're quiet for a moment, but it's nice. A warm, pretty bubble before it pops in soapy swirls. Eddie thinks if they were in person they'd be pinky-promising. "Maybe... we could, uh. Talk about. What we are into, sometime. Maybe try some of it out on the next date?"

"Yeah," Steve agrees. "Yeah, whenever." There's a sound like he's biting his lip, the wet click of his tongue against the back of his teeth. Eddie knows the smirk's back. "Just text me."

Steve’s drunk and sad at a party and doom-swiping through Tinder when he comes across this profile:

Eddie, 21

guitarist, dm, dipshit, six time ass eating world champ 💪 🌎 my friends call me Eds, but you can call me Daddy

“What the fuck?” Steve laughs to himself. First time he’s really laughed all night, actually; this party kinda blows.

He slinks down further into the couch, takes another sip of hunch punch and tilts his phone so no one sees him swiping right on this shit. It’s obnoxious. Like, objectively. He’s just…

Bored.

And curious. Surely that bio has never actually worked for the guy, right?

Steve swipes.

It’s a match.

He snorts to himself again, sends a message before he can overthink it.

Steve: Hey, Eds. That’s kind of a bold move, isn’t it?

Message sent, he goes to back out of the app; doesn’t really expect an answer this close to midnight on a Saturday night — only losers use Tinder at this time of night, and what the fuck does that make him? — but then Eddie starts typing.

Eddie: hey, cutie :) what is?

Steve: Uhh…

Jesus. Why is he blushing? He’s not the one who wrote a wildly aggressive hookup bio. Guy might as well have sharpied DTF on his forehead.

Steve: Your bio? 🫣

Eddie: huh?

Eddie: i mean, dnd can get a little spicy on occasion but i’d hardly call it scandalous

Steve: What’s that?

Is it a sex thing? It’s probably a sex thing.

Eddie: okay, what?

Steve: What? I’m so confused lol

Eddie must be, too, because it takes him a few seconds to answer, and when he does he just says:

Eddie: hold pls

Steve holds. Takes a big gulp of his drink and winces; pretty much all vodka at the bottom.

Eddie is typing and then he isn’t, then he is again and then he’s not, and Steve frowns at his empty cup and wonders if he’s already fucked up the one interesting thing that’s happened to him all night.

Finally, finally, a new message pops up.

Eddie: ………god. DAMN it, Gareth 😤😤😤😤

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You looked at a younger version of Dante, who was whistling, then at Lady, who give you a knowing nod. You once again looked at a younger version of Dante, who was smiling at you, then at Trish, who also give you a knowing nod.

"No way!"

You protest quickly. Why the hell you gotta waste your night taking care of Dante, especially kid Dante. That guy acts like kid in his normal body too, you can't imagine how annoying his kid version would be.

"Oh come on, he is your boss. See it as another of your task." Lady tried to convince you as Trish agree on her point.

"Yeah the tasks I already don't get paid for and now this."

"(Name)! (Name)! Do you hate me?" Little Dante grip your leg and give a puppy eyes much to your dismay.

"What the hell in the way is he talking?" You once again question the ladies in annoyance. Lady look bit nervous, much to your confusion but Trish quickly explain situation to you,"He do have his memories but just say except that he is all child. From body to mind."

"So you don't even me to take care of Dante but in fact babysit a literally child Dante?" You remark to show your frustrations but Trish simply nodded like finally happy you were understanding the situation.

"I-I will go!" Lady hurriedly left the scene which was concerning,"Is she alright?" You enquired but Trish simply shrugged,"Maybe she remembered something like I did that I still gotta enjoy the night." And with a wink she was also vanished from Devil May Cry.

Everyone left you and now it was just you and kid Dante who was gripping your leg like he is afraid you would left him.

You sighed. As much as you wanted to straight up beat your boss for not paying you on time and even then having audacity to ask you on dinner, you still weren't this cold to let out your angry on a child.

"Do you remember the time, when I ask for my salary but you said you didn't had any but next moment you were asking me to go out with you to eat that you will even pay for whole thing."

You asked through you didn't know why. You doubt anything you said will help your angry on normal Dante.

"Yeah because if I gave you money, you could have go to eat with someone else." Kid Dante said with a smile like he just solve hardest question of math while you just sighed. Yeah he is definitely not saying anything senseful but again you doubt normal Dante would say much different too if not same.

"Let's go." You called him in dead voice already feeling like some miserable single mother who had no money to handle the child.

You cautionsly hold Dante's hand, your maternal instinct taking over. All way the home, you were pulling him away from people on road and even at some point just hold him in your arms to make things easier for you.

"Here." You open and push the Dante inside before closing door behind. As his little eyes scanned the area and run inside to explore more of the place he is staying at.

You saw him looking around but once his eyes fall on you, looking at him from sidelines, Dante chorused your name as he run towards you but you get out his way before he would latch on you, causing him to hit with the table and making the things on it fall down.

"Ouch." He rubbed his head through he also get worried that now you will scold him which wouldn't be new but he didn't like it when his body was small.

Uncharacteristically you didn't throw him a glare or any words just stare down at him, like just casual stare. Totally unaffected, bored stare.

"Sit at the table." You order and pick up the fallen things before going through the fridge much to Dante's suprise.

"Sit at the table." You order and pick up the fallen things before going through the fridge much to Dante's suprise but he assumed you were only being like this because of how he looked.

You heat up whatever you supposed would fill their stomach and brought to them. Dante complaint about wanting Pizza but you told him to just eat whatever was in front of it.

Dante took a spoon and just put the hot food in his mouth, not realising it was way more hot than one needed while eating,"You didn't burn your tongue?" You asked with concern. Dante has a demon had great resistance but that moment, he quickly poked out his tongue and start fanning it.

You pass him the water before getting closer to him and taking and blowing on spoon and putting it near his mouth. Meanwhile Dante on inside was giggling. One would who would have feed him to dogs days ago is now feeding him food.

After the dinner you were once again at table staring at the young boy which made him feel little conscious.

"Aren't you a cute boy?" Your unexpected words scared him as you continue with your face resting on your palm,"Can't believe this cute face will belong to an annoying pest in few years?" Dante pout at your words but you didn't mind his reaction, in your eyes he was just a child─nothing.

"Okk now time to sleep." You pulled him but Dante resisted throwing a fit.

"I don't wanna sleep! I don't wanna sleep! I don't wanna sleep!" He moved his hand like a bird's wing as you let out an annoyed growl,"Tell me what can I do to make you sleep?" And that's what Dante was waiting to hear.

"I wanna you to pat my head!" He grinned with excitement as you tilted your head in confusion.

"You are now a cat?" You questioned as you watch Dante's satisfied reaction to you playing with his hair.

Next he wanted to ride on your back and commanded you to go there and do this and that, which was most hated part of this night.

Then he wanted to dance with you which with you guys height difference means you holding him in your arm and just moving in circles on your own which made you nauseous.

"Now I want to marry you." He stated as for a moment there was silence, he was scared that you catch on your act of finally snapped but which to his suprised you let out a tired ok.

Of course he was still extra. Not only did he ask you to provide two rings (which you get from the snacks) but also wanted you to wear something on your head as veil.

"(Name) I liked you. I know you think that I can't be serious and all that flirting of mine have no meaning but let me tell you that I do want to be with you. You may act so cold and annoyed at times but I still remember in my depressive times you once never left my side, ensuring I eat and stay alive and even after delaying in your salary you still never stop coming. So let me have a chance to show you how much a gentleman I would be for you." He wholeheartedly confessed as you let out a weary 'yes, yes I get it' and ask him to just put the ring which he happily did and happily let you put yours on his finger too.

"Just sleep now." You fall on your back, feeling more exhausted then ever as Dante give you puppy eyes before his last demand.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Why?"

"I feel scared in this new place."

"You won't make a noise?

"Nope."

"Do whatever you want."

Dante latch to your arm through you find it awkward and uncomfortable at start, you eventually doze off too.

In the morning you felt a hand pushing you into a chest as you felt difficulty to breath and eventually your started to flutter open.

"THE HELL?" You let a scream that definitely wake neighbours but not the Dante who has turn into his usual self again and his hugging you like some stuff toy.

Blood run to your face as you viciously pushed him off you,"Ahh (Name) such a nice morning. I wanna have a kiss." He puckered his lips, probably thinking he was still child and you would agree but you punch him instead, waking him completely.

"Way to wake your husband." He groaned as you throw him a glare to which he simply showed his finger with the ring you put night before. As you felt like this whole universe haad taken revenge from you as Dante simply throw you a chessy grin,"Now you can't refuse me to go out to eat with him."

You stare at him, blood boling to your cheeks thinking how many hours did you let him hug you,"DANTE YOUR SO DEAD!" You pounce on him.

"No way each of you lie to me." You groaned, showing your disappointed at the trio through out of three only Lady took the accountability.

"Well he did turn into kid during fighting a monster to get the money you are always asking for so I don't see what was the problem with you taking him." Trish said not even sparing you the glance as her focus was on her nails on which she was putting paint.

"There is problem and one of them is you lied about his mental age too! He was just acting like kid." Once again only Lady apologized and other two keep on doing their own stuff.

"Atleast we know you will be a good mother." Dante joked before putting another pizza in his mouth as you shot him a glare.

"What did you say?"

"Remember we are married."

"Dante you are officially dead!"

Even a devil may want to enjoy night with his crush even if he had to deceive her.

[lovergirl-co]

Things and such.

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩

𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶

— 𝘍𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

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𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:: 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱.

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴:: 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱-𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴

𝘈/𝘕:: 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.

𝘔𝘌𝘕 & 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘋𝘕𝘐

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She was going crazy.

Caitlyn was a mad woman right now there was no stopping her. You were tied up legs and arms glued to the bed as Caitlyn continually pushed your limits. The first hour was fine. It felt good. Now it was too much. Entirely too much.

“Caitlyn, seriously I can’t t-take anymore” your voice spoke up. And of course, she didn’t stop, she didn’t even hear you, instead she just gave you an automatic response “you can take it” or “I know darling, I know” It was tiring genuinely.

you would’ve never thought that you would have to say the safe word. You guys gave each other a safe word during the beginning of the relationship and haven’t thought of it since.

But now it crossed your mind. Her hips were moving at 100 fucking mph and it was starting to hurt. “Cait..” you whispered. She didn’t look at you, not even a glance, you sucked a sharp breathe in “Caitlyn” she finally looked at you, your face puffy and red and tears streaming down your face, Caitlyn squinted confused not knowing weather to slow down or go faster “slow down, please..” you pleaded once again. “You can take it” She assured you. No, no you couldn’t take it. “Fuck..” you whispered “g-god— dove!”.

She stopped.

Everything in her body stopped.

Everything in her shut down.

That was you guys safe word, dove.

Her eyes fluttered as she untied your hands and feet in an instant while apologizing uncontrollably “are you okay, I’m so sorry, I took it way too far I never meant to hurt you, love” once you were untied she threw the harness off the bed and took you in her arms, her skin was salty and damp from sweat “please tell me your okay, darling” her hands roamed over part of your body.

You smiled weakly “I’m fine, I think. It was just starting to hurt.” Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrowed, her eyes actually started to water even at the thought of even hurting you “[౨ৎ], I am so, so, sorry  I didn’t mean to—“

“Cait, I said I’m fine.” You firmly said. She frowned “can I do something for you? Like, make something, run a bath maybe?” Chuckling you told her “a bath would be nice” your voice was raspy.

Once in the bathroom you slipped in the tub the start stinging your skin before you melted into it. Caitlyn was sitting on the bathroom counter, finally she peeped the bruises and rope burn on your body.

“My god.” She expressed in a breathy tone. You were almost falling asleep in there before she softly stroked the side of your face waking you up “love, you have bruises everywhere, why didn’t you tell me to stop?” You laughed “I did Cait, you just didn’t hear me” Caitlyn felt bad about her self once again, knowing that she wasn’t able to control herself, it was gobbling her up. And you could see that “stop worrying, I’m fine now” you assured her again.  

Caitlyn sighed “you’re not okay though, these are gonna bruise for weeks, what are you gonna say in training? ‘Oh yeah, my girlfriend beats me’” she mocked.

You giggled at her comment “you’re being a bit dramatic”you slurred “how are you so calm right now, you look like a victim of abuse” she sighed “Caitlyn.” You looked at her before closing your eyes. “I won’t let that happen again.”

“I promise.”

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A/N:: I made this cause I was bored😇 btw that was Caitlyn taking at the end not you✌️🪫🥀

@graciedollie @lluxentzz @korn-dawg @look-me @ellieswife4ever @cloudyorgy @mewl3tte

[socksandbuttons]

Wake Up, Daydream (Part 1)

He woke with a start.

The sun model had been sitting on his knees with his hands lightly folded on his lap, as his oddly groggy mind slowly found reality returning to him. He had been seated in what he assumed to be the middle of a very large room with a single overly bright, florescent light shining down on him from above. This, while the rest of the room was fully concealed in shadows. The light sensors in his rays adjusted slightly as he sat up a bit straighter and tried to make out more of his surroundings. This room was as black as pitch and try as he might he couldn’t discern anything else in the area. He shifted and tried to stand up, but he found that his limbs were shaking as he did so and he ended up falling back down again... it was as though he had been asleep for hours, if not longer. It was unusual that he was this disoriented by everything after merely sleeping. Not to mention he couldn’t make out anything in the darkness that surrounded him.

‘Where... am I?’

Was he in parts and service again? Did he-

“Moon? D-did it work? Where’s Ecl-” He started, only to be interrupted by the sound of slow footsteps approaching him from a direction he couldn’t immediately discern. The sun themed animatronic tensed as he looked in all directions. Why’d Moon leave the lights off-

“Moon isn’t here. You don’t need to worry about him.”

This Sun froze and watched as another version of himself walked out from the dark directly in front of him. Right into the ring of light that shone down on the sitting Suns somewhat smaller than average form. The whole situation felt incredibly strange, his apparent doppelgangers presence only amplifying that feeling. Not to mention that when he looked into the other Suns eyes, he found no warmth. His steely gaze seemed to make the room feel colder. That cold feeling sending a chill down his spinal struts, but his frigid eyes aside, his face bore the expression of satisfaction.

The seated Sun furrowed his brow. Did... he know him?

“I’m glad to see you’re awake. I was starting to wonder if your processing unit would be responsive after all that.”

The smaller Sun blinked, confused. “W-What?”

“You were gone for quite a long time. I was starting to wonder if your system just didn’t want to wake up. Would’ve been a waste of effort if you hadn’t.” This stranger spoke so casually and matter-o-factly, as though Sun understood what was going on when he didn’t. He just kept staring. Who is this? What’s he got to do with- wait.

“Where’s Moon? Eclipse? Where are my brothers?” He asked, frantically looking around as if the darkness would disperse and reveal their location. But no such thing happened.

The strange Sun, Dark Sun, just placed a hand on this Sun’s shoulder, a motion that might have been comforting in a normal situation, but sadly it gave off no such feeling here. “I told you; he isn’t here. Neither is... Eclipse.”

“Did... did something happen to them? Who are you? Why-”

“I know you must have a lot of questions. But I promise you, I am here to help. Well, I already did given that you’re fully functioning now.” Dark Sun said as he gave him a halfhearted grin. But Sun didn’t feel any warmth from it. No comfort. Just that same coldness that seemed symbiotic with Dark Suns existence. But it was dawning on him what he was implying.

“...It... it didn’t work?” He whispered as he slumped back down. His mind started to race, all he could think about was that if he had survived then it meant- “I killed him?”

Dark Sun raised an eyebrow before giving him a rather quizzical hum; wordlessly asking for him to elaborate on that.

“Eclipse... is he-?”

“Oh.” Dark Sun suddenly chuckled, as if bemused. “No. He’s alive and well.”

Sun immediately let a relieved sigh, a small smile returning to his face. Though it faltered when he looked back to the other. Both knowing the next question, it hung silently in the air before the other Sun could speak it.

“Where’s Mo-” He didn’t get to finish asking, as Dark Sun swiftly reached down, grabbed his hands and brought him to his feet.

“Now is not the time to dive into all that.” He seemed to chide. “You want to see Eclipse, don’t you? Your brother?” The other Sun blinked rapidly, his muddled mind still trying to process what his doppelganger was saying. But once it truly registered, he nodded promptly.

“I-I do!”

With a sudden snap of Dark Sun’s fingers, the rest of the lights in the room turned on. Revealing to the smaller Sun that this definitely wasn’t parts and service. It… it looked more like a room that belonged in some sort of dark citadel or a castle.

Dark Sun didn’t let his guests attention linger on where he was for more than a few seconds. He kept his grip on confused animatronics shoulder and began guiding him out of what was actually his laboratory and toward the destination he planned for. Sun stumbled a bit along the way while trying to match the other’s quick and steady pace. Though he felt his balance was a bit off, the longer he was on his feet the more he felt his stability return. Eventually helping him to keep up with his mysterious companion, rather than just be dragged along.

“I’m sure that you have realized by now, that you were presumed dead.” Dark Sun stated as though this fact was a simple one and not one of deep, terrible significance. His guest actually stopped walking for a moment as this registered that this stranger even knew. He began to tense, wringing his hands in a nervous manner. He had indeed known the risks of what he had agreed to.

“I’m impressed you chose to agree to such a procedure and accepted all its risks down to your own code. However, we don’t need to worry about that anymore.”

“’We?” Sun glanced at Dark Sun as he was being led into another, even larger room. Although he didn’t really have the chance to get a response as Dark Sun released his grip on him and this Sun stopped walking and just gaped at the sheer size of this place and how its gothic architecture made it look like they had just walked into an ancient cathedral.

“Now then, please step into the circle there.”

Sun finally turned back to Dark Sun, just as he pointed to a large glowing red circular panel in the middle of the room. The smaller Sun swallowed nervously and took several hesitant steps toward it. “Why?”

“You’ll see soon enough. I shouldn’t need to tell you who you’re going to find.” Dark Sun said as he turned toward a nearby pedestal that held a vast array of different buttons and switches and he began to input various commands. “Of course, I’m unsure of how prepared you may be for this. So my apologies in advance if it disorients you.”

The Sun felt a chill, realizing what he meant as he slowly walked into the glowing circle as he had been asked. Only for his legs to suddenly lock up and refuse to move at all once he was inside. Suddenly feeling a wave of fear, he tried to speak up only to find his voice was locked as well. He could only watch as Dark Sun looked up from the console and gave a small wave before pressing one final button.

And then he just wasn’t there...

It was as though the other Sun was suddenly falling forwards at an incredible speed. Colors, shapes and streams of lights rushing past him at a dizzying rate, his light processing overworking and glitching out. There came a moment when he couldn’t see anything-

And then he was in the dark again…

He took a second and let his eyes adjust. Noticing there were speckles of light now. He tried to sit up, the colorful balls he had unknowingly been submerged in shifting and rolling away as he did so. Oh. He was in the ball pit.

He looked around as he managed to stand up and wade out of the ball pit. Everything was so bright... and quiet.

“Hello?”

He didn’t get any response. Was this home? Was... was everything that just happened all real? Did that other Dark Sun mean it when he said that his brothers were alright? He could only look nervously ahead as he cautiously walked around. It seemed odd to him. All of it. He knew his Moon had built a portal in the ball pit. He’d explained how it worked before. Although... he hardly understood it really. Was that somehow how everything had all happened? He’d never gone in before.

Did he black out somehow instead?

He slowly took in his surroundings. It... it looked a lot like home. Isn’t it home?

Although he suddenly noticed that the barrels weren’t stacked properly. Oh no, he’d never leave this so messy. He wasted no time to start doing something that came to him as natural as breathing was to a human. Cleaning…

---------- AND THE FIRST PART WAS WRITTENNN for a while actually just forgot to edit something and post it lol BIG SHOUT OUT TO @thorns-and-rosewings for proofreading and adding descriptions!! ;0; truly i am grateful!! Anyway the first part to my Daydream Intro Fic! He's refered to as Sun here for now. I got him and solar meeting next. (Which had to be rewritten) Writing is hard. But its Happening!

Idk how im gonna write up Servant Moon but we'll get there when we get there. Maybe just thru various doodles ill bombard people.

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Hold Your Breath; NRK

Word Count;; 1.9k

Genre;; Yandere

Pairing;; Ni-Ki x Fem!Reader

Summary;;

You awaken inside a wooden box perfectly tailored to your dimensions, a nice snug fit. How considerate of your boyfriend… stalker? Murderer, at this rate. If all you have left is your voice then you’ll be damned sure to use it. Profusely. With excessive vulgarity. You’re not going to let him off easy, not after the hell he’s put you through.

Warnings;;

Yandere Content!! I went all in on this one so please heed the warnings! There's a spoiler at the very end of this list about the outcome of the story (MC's fate). Sadistic!Ni-Ki, Bored!Ni-Ki, Pissed Off!!Reader 'girl' used for Reader (hence Fem!Reader) Claustrophobia Warning (for you, yes, you! the person reading this! not the MC), Buried Alive, Suffocation, Blood and Wounds, Dark Humour Mentions of Kidnapping, Slight Stockholm Syndrome (but Reader just isn’t having any of it), Light Mind Break, Kinda Suicidal Thoughts but what’s the alternative, amirite?? (Reader is mentally stronger than me) Reader is so fucking done with his bullshit tbh so let’s see how that goes! Slightly Suggestive (mentions of/references to sexual acts), Excessive Swearing, Degradation (not in the fun kinky way) No Character Death, Reader or otherwise. It's something I would need to know before going into a fic like this so...

Request;;

“hi can i please request nr 2 from restraints and consequences for ni-ki(enhypen)? if you’re only doing one then pls do restraints, thanks :)” – Anon R2: ‘Your poor wrists… maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.’ C2: ‘Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.’

Notes;;

I wrote this so freaking fast y'all, I'm in my unhinged yandere era.

Main Masterlist || EN- Masterlist || Yandere Masterlist || Kinkoween Masterlist

“Wake up, my love,”

his voice, clouded with static and distance,

“time is ticking.”

When you stir, flipping your head from left to right, your cheek presses against something cold. It’s flat save for the slightest bump around its edges. There’s a low hum emanating from it, a bit like the kind you hear in rest stop bathrooms. A constant electric buzz.

You try to open your eyes to get a better look only to realise they’ve been open this entire time.

Dread burrows deep into your gut, smothering all reason and logic as you jolt upright… only to slam your forehead against a hard, wooden barrier. Panic overtakes your faculties as pain erupts within your aching skull… and your arms. 

How hadn’t you noticed earlier? It’s nigh-impossible to ignore it now; bound together so tightly your fingers are going numb, your wrists lay limp on your stomach. It isn’t rope holding them together but something thinner, smoother.

Once more you fidget and attempt to turn only for your knee to knock against a solid wall. You try the other side and yield no better result. You’re surrounded on every front: left, right, above, below. It’s almost as if you’re inside a box. A human-sized rectangular box.

Better known as a fucking coffin.

“This can’t–” you whimper, struggling to speak over the sobs bubbling within your chest, turning your breath erratic and wild, “–can’t be happening.”

The little box – a phone – crackles with laughter.

You know that laugh.

You know it all too well.

“Riki, baby, what’s going on?” your voice betrays you, cracking on the last word.

“What do you think?” he drawls. “Surely even you’re smart enough to figure that one out.” When your only response is a barely contained wail, he sighs. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did this to yourself, after all.”

Did this to yourself?

He can’t be serious.

“What kind of sick game are you playing at?!”

No response. That’s a first. He’s usually so witty.

“Riki?” you call out, softly at first, then with enough force to tear the sensitive lining of your throat. “Why are you doing this!?”

An elongated hum cuts through the dark.

He might not answer.

And if he doesn’t, figuring out what set him off could prove impossible.

You rack your brain for something, anything that might’ve triggered such an extreme punishment. He came home in a good mood. Dinner went by without a hitch. You doted on his every word and gave him space when he grew tired of your hovering. It’s been months since you last attempted to leave – you don’t go anywhere near the front door, you don’t even look at it! And you’re always mindful of your words, careful not to disrespect him or the mockery of domestic bliss he’s oh-so-kindly thrust upon you. 

Everything has been perfect.

You’ve been so goddamn perfect.

And this is his thanks?

Against all odds you’ve come to accept this as normal. The status quo. Life as usual. You cook, you clean, you care for him, all of it for him, and you do it with a smile. Day in, day out. Every morning you send him off with a kiss and every night you welcome him home with total subservience. You’ve even come to enjoy it when he takes you to bed… For the most part. And even when he’s in one of those moods, you don’t cry anymore.

How is all this not enough for him?

Rage long buried wells in the deepest pits of your heart but you push it down, quelling it with fragile hope the moment you hear him clear his throat.

“I guess…”

Not trusting yourself to speak you wait for him to finish, to clarify any of this in the slightest.

“I guess I was bored.”

The words slam against your fractured psyche harder than a tonne of bricks. Acting as cement boots, they drag you down to levels of despair you never knew possible. It might be rock bottom, or it might just be another Tuesday. What it truly is, in a way you’ve never imagined before, is liberating.

“Bored?” It’s your turn to laugh. “I’ve been pretty fucking bored myself.”

“Is that so?” Riki asks, joining you with an airy chuckle of his own. “How cute of us, matching up until the end.”

God, how you wish you could see him one last time, face to face, one final all-or-nothing attempt at slapping all that smug confidence and entitlement right out of him. A pipe dream. One you always knew you’d take to your grave.

“I have so much I want to say to you–”

“I’d save my breath if I were you.”

“–but I can sum it all up in just a few words.”

Years of walking on eggshells, of bending over backwards to please him, of total isolation after being forced to abandon a good, normal, healthy life, it all culminates in a single feeling: unbridled fury.

He can’t help himself, sneaking in an indifferent, “Please, enlighten me.”

and the last of your restraint snaps.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe. Blood boiling, your tongue lashes out at a million beats per second. “I despise you. Every day spent with you was a waste of my fucking time. And you know what I regret the most? Not having told you sooner. I think I would’ve liked seeing the look on your face, and by God that would���ve been a first. Then you would have finally seen the real me, would’ve seen how I really look when I’m happy – happy to be fucking done with you.” 

Wetting your lips, you wait for any kind of reaction but he doesn’t indulge your desires. 

No surprise there – he’s always been a bit selfish.

“All in all it’s a good fucking day if you ask me. It’s a weight off my shoulders knowing I’ll finally be free of you. And all it took was dying!” You bark out a sharp laugh. “I’ll take that deal any day! Good fucking riddance, goodbye, and let’s never meet again!”

Huffing, you struggle to catch your breath in the humid, CO2-saturated box you’ll be spending the rest of your life in, courtesy of your psychopath stalker turned murderer boyfriend (and they say romance is dead!). It’s all so convenient for him, isn’t it? A two-in-one special. No muss, no fuss. Just a dead playtoy pre-buried to save time and energy because he’s–

“So fucking lazy. Can you hear me? You better be there, coward. It’s the least you can fucking do. Listen to my last words and shit…

“Hey. Hey! Are you there? Hey, Riki, are you there? Riki, hey. Hey, HELLO! Are you there?”

Not a blip or a peep.

“I must’ve killed children in a past life to deserve the ill fate of meeting you.”

Radio silence.

“God, I want to fucking punch you, just once, right in the fucking face. I want to hurt you so fucking bad. I guess telling you it’s been all I’ve thought about these last three years, four months, and twenty-seven days will have to be enough. I’ve imagined it so many times, so many different ways, and it always ends with you killing me… but it’s the fucking priceless look on your face that makes it all worth it.”

Nothing.

Seriously?

This fucker couldn’t even wait out the last few minutes you have left?

Warmth trickles into your palms and the pungent scent of iron fills your tomb and it’s only then you realise you’ve balled your fists so tightly the nails are piercing your skin. To make matters worse the air around you is thinning faster than you can vent all your pent up frustrations. Not that any of it matters. It might be better to speed up the process, to end this once and for all. But the truth is… you don’t want to die. 

Why in the name of all that is holy would you have put up with this for so long if you were willing to take the easy route? You could’ve done it when he first granted you shackle-free privileges.

 Is he thinking the same thing?

Getting a kick out of your faux bravado, laughing as you try so desperately to steal back a shred of dignity and an ounce of control?

“I fucking hate you!” you scream, kicking and thrashing, the last of your sanity burning to a crisp. Pinched skin splits beneath your wrists’ binding. One of your toes cracks against the impenetrable walls of your coffin. Your head throbs from movements far too exaggerated, the muscles in your neck tense and knotted. A heavy daze blankets you. 

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you, Riki! Do you understand me? Can you hear me? I fucking hate you!”

Blood oozes down your arms but you keep pounding your fists against the lid, fighting the urge to throw up as the pain intensifies tenfold. The material wrapped around them is inflexible and you wonder if it’s a type of metal, if you’re slowly garroting your own wrists. Another wave of nausea clings to the inside of your throat and you have to scream it out just so you can choke down the few viable breaths of oxygen left.

The phone crackles as the line unmutes.

"Aw, your poor wrists… are you done with your temper tantrum?’

“Go… to hell,” you pant.

Your eyes close only to snap wide open a millisecond later. You scan the dark for any inconsistencies or deviations, for the smallest sign to confirm your suspicions. 

“Are you”—your voice is a rasp—“watching me?”

His deep chuckle is answer enough.

“You sick fuck.”

“I guess…” He sighs. “I wasn’t ready to give you up quite yet.”

“I guess,” you mock, “you can go fuck yourself.”

There’s a gravid pause and you figure this is it, the end, your grand send off!, when his voice returns.

“I’ve missed this.”

Soft, laced with adoration and affection.

“I’ve missed this side of you,” he continues.

It’s too hard to breathe let alone respond.

“I’ve missed the fighting, the punishments, the excitement.”

You might be able to manage another ‘fuck you’ if you really push yourself.

“I’m going to come get you, okay? I’m bringing you home.”

Shuffling.

The jingle of keys.

Creaking doors slamming shut.

“I’d only end up missing you anyway.”

Can’t you die any faster?

“And by the sound of it I’d only be doing you a favour if I let you die, and you haven’t earned any of those, have you?”

His voice echoes through the phone, almost hiding his muffled approach somewhere not too high above. 

“Shallow, like your love. I thought it was fitting,” he murmurs, more than likely to himself but loud enough to make a point. A not-so-subtle hint on how you can improve in the future. His words are ragged and punctuated with the clang of metal striking dirt and stone as he adds, “At least it won’t take long.”

So your options are to listen to him as you die, or live with him until the next time you bore him.

“I’m so… lucky,” you wheeze.

He’s digging fast, inching closer by the second.

“Yes. You. Are.” The shovel strikes deep and he pauses, inhaling sharply. “Now be my good girl, my smart girl, and hold your breath, kitten.”

Tears streaming down your cheeks,

pain surging from your wrists,

lungs burning in desperation,

you hold your breath.

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[paramountinplace]

Hiya!! I just read your fic abt Mel breaking her arm (it was incredible AIAUDHSHSHD)

and now my brain is thinking up a possible part two based off of a headcanon I distantly remember reading from I think your blog abt Mari(? My memory is so bad so I may have read this on a bother blog or gotten some details confused) getting really antsy and worried whenever people get hurt or sick? And now I’m wondering how that would play out with Mel’s broken arm (and also maybe seeing some of the recovery process that goes along with that injury?)

It’s okay if you don’t have time or whatever, focus on yourself first! Thanks for doing what you do :)

- 💫

Hello! I'm so happy you liked it! My memory is pretty rough too, but I think you're right about that being on my blog xD If not, someone correct me though. Here's a part 2 of that fic exploring some of the stuff you mentioned!

If It Ain't Broke... - pt. 2 (Little!Mel, Little!Mari)

Summary: As seen above! Mari's antsy about Mel's time in the hospital and when she finally gets home, she's got questions.

The moment Van and Tai were out the door with a teary, half-delirious Mel, Mari was running into the kitchen to latch onto Shauna's side.

"Hey, Mar," she murmured, trying to gather her wits. She was still reeling a bit from the chaos that had been realizing something was seriously wrong with Mel's arm. Van had clocked it instantly, almost too fast, now that Shauna was thinking back on it. She wondered how many similar injuries Van must've witnessed or suffered herself to recognize the signs of a broken limb that quickly.

"What's wrong with Mel?" Mari asked. She was trying to sound casual, but there was a shake to her voice that betrayed her anxiety over the situation.

"She's got a bit of an ouchie," Shauna replied. "She's okay, honey. They're gonna take care of it at the hospital."

"She's goin' to the hospital?"

Mari's thumb had made its way into her mouth. Shauna winced as she remembered the effect that doctors appointments and various other trips to the hospital tended to have on Mari.

"Yeah, honey," she murmured. "She's gonna be okay though, I promise. They'll be home before bedtime."

Mari didn't reply, pressing closer to Shauna's side, turning her face into her shirt with another sniffle. Laura Lee came into the kitchen, face softening when she saw Mari clinging to Shauna.

"Mari, I'm gonna give Tai a call soon to check in," she said. "Would you like to talk to her when I do so you can hear what's going on?"

She nodded, pulling away from Shauna a little to grab onto Laura Lee's sleeve.

"Talk to Mel?"

"We'll have to see," Laura Lee replied softly. "Why don't we put on a movie until then?"

They got her set up in front of the television. Nat frowned when she saw Mari and climbed over Lottie to sit by her, offering a hand for Mari to hold, which she accepted without protest.

The rest of the evening was spent in quiet tension. Mari's anxiety was radiating off of her and she was much more subdued than normal. Her phone call with Tai had helped some, but she still came up to Laura Lee or Shauna every so often to ask when they were getting home from the hospital or if Mel was going to have to stay the night or if Van was going to get sick from being in the hospital for so long. Shauna eventually took Mari and sat down with her in front of their shared computer in the study, pulling the girl onto her lap so she could see the screen too.

"We're going to do some research, Mar," she said.

Mari grumbled, leaning back against Shauna's chest.

"That sounds boring."

"I think it's gonna help us out," Shauna continued. "We're going to look up what happens when someone breaks their arm, okay?"

Mari hesitated for a long moment before nodding. She dropped her head against Shauna's shoulder, closing her eyes against the brightness of the computer screen. The soft sound of Shauna typing and clicking around went on for a while before she started speaking again.

"So, Tai told us Mel had some small fractures in her arm. You know what a fracture is, Mar?"

She shrugged noncommittally.

"It can be anything from a little crack to a full break," Shauna explained gently. "Mel has some of the littler ones, but she's still gonna have to get a cast to help heal them."

"So she doesn't move it around?" Mari asked.

"Exactly. The bones should be able to heal themselves because it wasn't too bad of a break and in a couple of months, she'll be able to have her cast off and it'll be all healed up."

"Months?"

Her voice shook a little and Shauna hummed, rubbing a hand over her back.

"Yeah, months. But she's gonna be at home the whole time, kid. She doesn't have to do much different from normal once she's got the cast on. We're just gonna have to be a little more careful with her."

"No touching?" Mari was squinting, obviously thinking hard. It was something she'd asked every time anyone had to go to the hospital. She was trying to connect her experiences with her younger cousin to the current ones, and she remembered very vividly that her touching him had been a concern because him getting a cold or a stomach virus would've been bad.

"You can touch her if she's okay with that," Shauna explained. "It's just her arm we have to be careful with."

Mari nodded, feeling a little bit better about the whole situation. "When is she gonna be home?"

"Actually," Shauna said, leaning back to catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall, "right about now."

They went into the kitchen to wait, Mari hovering nervously by the garage door until Laura Lee came and gently tugged her over to sit at the table. She popped up to her feet again when the door swung open, restrained from running over only by Shauna's hand grabbing the back of her shirt.

Tai entered first, holding a sheaf of papers, and Van with Mel tucked into her side behind her. The blonde was obviously drowsy, blinking against the lights of the kitchen as she scrubbed at her eyes with a closed fist.

"Hey guys," Tai greeted, flopping into a chair next to Shauna.

"Welcome home," Shauna drawled lowly. "Mel, bud, how's the arm?"

Mel held up her new cast for them to see, letting Van stoop to untie her shoes off for her. Shauna let go of Mari's shirt, allowing her to run up to Mel's side. She bent in close, examining the cast.

"Does it hurt?"

Mel nodded. Van was already rummaging around in the cabinets for some painkillers, crushing them up to combine with a cup of juice for her.

"Was it scary?" Mari continued her questioning, bending over the paperwork had discarded on the counter.

"Um, kinda," Mel said hoarsely, accepting the juice Van handed her. She flushed a little at the lid on the cup, but drank it obediently, cuddling back up to the redhead's side when she was done. "They painted my arm."

"Shauna said," Mari replied knowingly.

"We had a little research session," Shauna clarified at Tai's confused look.

They let Mari pepper Mel with a few more questions before Van declared it was time for bed and that they could keep talking about their hospital escapades in the morning.

"Feelin' a little better?" Shauna asked as she guided Mari upstairs behind Mel and Van, waving to Mel as they passed her room. Mari nodded slowly.

"Yeah," she murmured, loose-limbed and pliant as Shauna sat her down on the bed and grabbed a pajama set out of the closet for her.

"Get changed, alright? I'll be back in a second," she instructed, waiting for Mari's nod before she left the room.

She knocked lightly on Mel's door before poking her head in. Van had gotten her changed in record time despite the cast and they were sitting together on the floor while the redhead spoke softly about how Mel was going to have to shower in the morning.

"Plastic bags?" Shauna piped up curiously.

Van glanced up, nodding. Mel patted the spot beside her when she saw Shauna and scooted closer to Van to make room, prompting the other girl to come take a seat on her other side.

"She can't get it wet," Van confirmed.

"Gnarly," Shauna snorted, poking at Mel's side. "You're gonna be stinky."

Mel giggled, wriggling away from her hands and further into Van's side. She seemed to be in an okay mood, if not a little drained from the day.

"Oh, Mel, I remembered I wanted to tell you something," Shauna said. "You did real good taking care of everyone today."

Van nodded emphatically. "Really good. I'm sorry we left so quick, but I'm proud of you, kiddo."

Mel flushed, ducking her head self-consciously. The door creaked again and Mari poked her head through. Van beckoned her over too, and she plopped herself in Shauna's lap, turning so that she could curl up facing Mel, who'd wriggled her way into Van's.

They chatted for a while longer about Mel's arm. Mari was mostly alert to it, but the blonde started to doze almost immediately after she'd found a comfortable position with her new bulky cast. Van detailed the hospital trip to them while Shauna explained the story they'd gotten out of Gen about what had happened to cause Mel to get injured.

"Ah, man," Van breathed as Shauna concluded the explanation. "Has anyone checked on her?"

"I think Tai's with her now, yeah. She was feeling pretty guilty about it, but Laura Lee was handling it while I was with this one," Shauna said, giving Mari a little bounce.

"I'll have to poke my head in at some point," Van murmured, smoothing a hand over Mel's head. "She's gotta sleep with that thing propped up and she moves around so much I'm kinda worried about it."

"You could try what I've done with Jackie," Shauna offered. "Pillows on both sides so she won't wiggle too much and tuck the blanket real tight."

Van nodded. "Duly noted. Thanks."

"Yup."

Mari had nodded off against Shauna's shoulder when they stopped talking about Mel, so they sat there on the floor for a little while longer before standing up with their respective kiddos to tuck them into bed.

Mel fussed a little as Van arranged pillows and teddies around her strategically, but she calmed quickly when her most favorite moose teddy was tucked into her good arm, chin falling against her shoulder.

"Night, Mel," Van whispered.

She left the door open a crack so that she could hear if Mel woke in the night and made her rounds, poking her head in to say goodnight to various others, finally sitting with Tai in their as she finished reading Gen a chapter of her latest book.

"Mel asleep?" Tai asked as she ushered Gen to her feet.

"Out like a light."

"We'll be quiet anyhow, right, hon?"

Gen nodded, eyes big and earnest as she did.

When Tai got back, she fell face-first onto the bed with a groan.

"Long day," she said, muffled by the blankets. Van snorted, falling onto her back beside her.

"That's for sure."

[whydoihave]

Moon's Starless Reviews

PitBabe S2 Ep 6

MY GOD THAT WAS AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL AWFUL...

We are going from the couple that are barely doing anything this episode and finish with the ones that made me want to scream several times, because my nerves were already fried as it was, and last night, language was failing me altogether.

Chris and Pete

Here we go showing the true colors of what this specialist and businessman relationship gimmick is, because I was bored of both of them pretending that they were standing on some sort of the same ground.

Pete and his believes that Chris can somehow subsdidue Way while Chris is treating that entire thing as an outlet of stress and a bit of excess energy (Case and Point, the smoking scene, Why you are smoking? All the other stress relief things failed and nothing was left... My god I wanted to scream at Pete).

And Chris and his ZERO... ZERO emotions as he told him that if there's a choice between the experiment and Babe, He hopes Charlie chooses the experiment, MY GOD, PETE ARE YOU BLIND? THIS LITTLE THING HERE IS NOT A LOVE STORY, MY ESTEEMED DUDE YOU ARE A LITTERAL DICK TO HIM AND NOT EVEN A GOOD ONE WITH ALL OF YOUR WAY SHIT!!

North and Sonic

I AM TIRED OF THIS... I AM REALLY TIRED OF THIS...

The fact that they are not actively talking, they are not doing anything but sharing those longing looks, but none of them has taken a step towards the other makes me want to pull my hair out, it's as simple as talking, and even that they are not doing.

Jeff and Alan

Look, I love Alan... I love his wisdom, the whole I am your elder brother, you idiots, and I will keep you all in check is amazing.

BUT... BUT...

I would have really loved it if he had given a piece of his mind to Babe instead of that soft berating; he is helping Babe, he is defending him, while in reality, what Babe just did with Willy probably put the entire team at risk (JEFF INCLUDED).

Kim and Kenta (My heart)

The little nods when he feeds Kenta, the confusion on Kenta's face when Kim first put the food on the table, the willingness to just sit and eat with Kim just because he asked... I cannot... I just cannot...

There's something about the way Kim is written this season, the way he is seeing Kenta and loudly letting Kenta know that he is visibly, that he can see the wheels in his head and not in a degrading way, but in a way that makes Kenta feel SEEN AND HEARD.

I don't think I am going to survive Ep 7 if the trailer is any indication... MY GOD

AND NOW, BABE AND CHARLIE (AND WILLY)

I don't remember ever feeling sorry and angry for someone as much as I was for Babe... I feel sorry that he is once again in a situation that can be easily described as traumatizing... and because he is facing one of his worst fears again, losing Charlie for good and this time by his own hands.

I am angry that he is too egoistic that he is failing to see the point of everything, the point of Charlie's anger and the effort in the lab, the risk of following Willy around wether he had powers or not, he is too obsessed that it can easily lead him to trouble and yet he is not seeing it.

But I feel even more sorry for Charlie, not only is he in a position where his feelings and angry is under valued, He is in a position where his efforts are unapprechited, He is not aiming to come up with the serum for him, he is doing it because all the war they went through had been basically on Babe and because of Babe's powers, he is trying to protect the people closet to him and Babe is not getting the damn memo...

And not only that, but also now his intentions and actions are being bet on, and he has knowledge that not only will drive him to leave Babe to protect him, but to deepen his guilt that it's because of him everything is happening the way it's happening.

MY GOD THE MESS WE ARE ABOUT TO GO THROUGH><

WILLY WILLY WILLY...

I am pretty sure we are not done with the revelation that he had been testing both Babe and Charlie to figure out which one of them had the powers, but the shock on his face made me realize that he had feelings for Babe beyond teasing him, and it would be amusing to see how he balances Tony's orders with what he wants...

Sounds familiar? It's Way all over again... and this time He is not scared to kill to get what he wants...

I think the trailer for the 2nd half already delivered the info that we are done with the emotional games and it's time for the heavy shit, I am holding the edge of my seat because I am scared, terrified that a final win can come with the cost of some lives...

[whinelo]

I love your x stuff can you write one where reader is that one popular colleague that tries to get X attention but he doesn't budge until a co worker ask if they're dating one day to X and everything just short circulates because why would the popular and pretty colleague disturb him 24/7 even though their assigned office is rooms away?

[ Employee of the Month ! [ L/N ], [ Name ] ]

“ Senior [ Name ] is so cool! “ One of your juniors exclaimed— Looking at the tablet hung high up on the wall, stars literally sparkling within their awestruck gaze, and like dominoes— The rest of your co-workers, and people from other departments crowded against the shiny LED screen, hands clasped- hands in pockets- hands out to take a photo.

A feminine voice then expressed— “ [ Name ] is literally my idol.. “ Delight and glee absolutely resolute within her voice, some nodded— some expressed far more comments that went beyond worship;

“ Aah! They’re so hot.. “ Murmurs that share the same sentiment spread across the company break-room, whispering to one another compliments upon compliments about you;

Another one then piped up, “ No wonder they got that promotion! Honestly.. They’re so perfect..! “ Do you guys get tired of this?

And where were you? Well, you just entered the room ( something you regretted in an instant. ) Someone spotted you in an instant, and not long— The crowd gathered around you, mantras upon mantras of praise- and uncensored devotion, as much as you could try and tell them to tone it down- to focus on their work- “ You’re so humble..! “ or even, “ [ Name ]’s so caring—! “

This was the dream reality of so many people— A trust value that surpassed the hundredths, the people who you surround yourself with practically kissing the ground you walked on, promotions- upon promotions, recommendations, invitations, dates and gifts- and so much more— yet..

Why can’t you get his attention?

Chatting away with the people— It was easy to miss, so easy to miss him. Someone that blended in the background as if they weren’t meant to be noticed- wasn’t meant to be seen, and yet you see him. So clearly, he was tall— had a pale complexion, dark hair— round glasses- someone who wouldn’t even stay long in someone's head-space- yet, he stayed in yours for so long.

Why can’t you get his attention? Why does everyone except him look at you—?

“ [ Name ]? Are you okay— you’re spacing out! If you’re tired.. or sick.. I can take over your shift..! “ Snapping back to reality, you looked back at the co-worker who offered, giving them a soft- warm smile, “ It’s fine, prioritize your own work more, I’ll feel bad if you only get more stressed because of me, haha. “ Gritty words easily flowed out of your mouth like a rehearsed line in a theater.

The sound of gasping—

The endless compliments—

And yet in the corner of your eye you watched as Bai Xizhuang take his cup of coffee, and in a flamboyant grace- he looked towards the crowd, your crowd— Wait! Oh he stole the sugar again..

How cute of you..

-

X was honestly glad about the crowd that formed in the break-room, something along the murmurs of the ‘Employee of the Month’ type of business again; In all honesty, he could very much care less- Is what he would’ve thought had it not been you who got the title once more, while he wasn’t vying for such a title ( Heaven already knows how busy he is with his current one, ) It was amusing to see so many people in action adoring one person,

And he wasn’t a stranger to the concept, as X he’s used to it already- the comments ( the good and the explicit ones, ) The awe-struck gaze, the adoration that came with being worshiped; But as of right now he isn’t X, he’s Bai Xizhuang the normal office employee someone would be able to search on FOMO and go to the images, yeah- normal, boring, plain ol’ Bai Xizhuang.

..Right about the crowd, he’s so glad that you took the spotlight- Although as of current he noticed that you’ve been visiting the break-room at the same time as him always, ( could be coincidence though, ) which meant crowds would form and he’d be able to steal the sugar packets without being caught, which was pretty sweet.

Taking his mug of coffee towards his office space- something odd, something peculiar— was waiting for him at his desk, a small assortment of sweets wrapped in pink fabric. Raising his brow, he quietly set down his mug— simultaneously sitting down on his chair, as his fingers were about to touch the surprising gift- “ You know… I saw [ Name ] coming here awhile ago.. “ His co-worker in front of him spoke up,

Her eyes glistened with curiosity as she stared at the wrapped bundle on Bai Xizhuang’s desk— “ So I just gotta ask.. Are you guys.. secretly.. dating? “

“ Pardon? “

And in that very moment X experienced something he never thought he’d experience- A flashback sequence.

“ Hey- I was wondering if you have a spare sugar packet— ? “ Bai Xizhuang felt himself perk up the moment he heard your voice behind him- But the rational part of him believed that you weren’t talking to him, as if proven right another employee spoke up, “ [ Name ], were you talking to me? “ Leaving with his mug in hand- very faintly he heard,

‘I wasn’t..’ Must’ve been the wind, because soon after— “ Oh.. I was talking to.. never mind. Do you have an extra sugar pack? “ See? Logic always pursued in X’s mind, it wasn’t like the [ Name ], dubbed the 'office angel' was going to talk to someone as low-key as him, leaving the break room however— he felt a piecing gaze from the backside of his head..

—

“ I heard that there’s going to be a joint celebration between the marketing and finance department this week! “ While X wasn’t exactly eavesdropping he was curious as to what the occasion was about for the company to allow the departments to throw something as extravagant as this— Then again X himself wouldn’t even be attending, hah.

“ Bai Xizhuang.. Are you going to join? “ A voice came from beside him, soft— gentle- unsure and nervous, turning to look beside him, oh, [ Name ]— Feeling the watchful gaze of many others looking at the both of you, he needed out- “ If you’re gonna go I was wondering if we could— “

“ I’m not going, “

He didn’t mean to cut you off mid-sentence— shit, “ Oh— forget what I just said haha— Bye.. “ Your smaller figure than scurried away back to the crowded table, “ [ Name ], are you gonna come? You are the marketing manager after al— “ One of your co-workers asked, giving them a soft and delicate nod and smile- he watched as you shook your head as a ‘no’ in response.

Why’d you do that?

—

And many more instances that mirrored the ones that flashed through his head— Getting pulled back to reality, he stared wide-eyed ( for probably the first time ) at his colleague- glasses shining with a blinding light, almost as if it was on cue to block his expression, “ Are you and [ Name ].. Like, in cahoots? “ She reiterated, palm to the side of her mouth as she spoke in a hush-hush tone.

Bai Xizhuang could feel his cheeks flush— Just a bit, it wasn’t his imagination right? the flustered gazes you shoot to him, the way your voice became much more softer whenever you spoke to him, the rejected invites— Fuck.

“ Ah- ah.. No.. “ He responded, averting his gaze— He watched as she stared at him up and down; before sighing in disappointment, bringing her hand back down she adjusted her posture— And spun the office chair around, turning her head to the side, her eyes stared directly at Bai Xizhuang.

“ Shame, you guys look too good together— word of advice, you should take your chance with her before another man sweeps her off her feet y’know- jus’ saying, “ She huffed out, before returning back to her work— The loud clacking of pressed keys then returned.

Stunned- [ Name ] likes him?.. Turning down to look at pink bundle, he then carefully unwrapped it, and true to his assumption it was filled with sweets- coffee, salted caramel, strawberry—The kinds of flavors he loved, and the letter, his eyes then looked for the initials..

It was your initials.

[howlingday]

Ruby: Blaaaaaaaaaaaaake! I'm bored~! Can you teach me some cool ninja tricks~?

Blake: Ruby, we've been over this already. You're fourteen years old. You're too young to be trained in the art of ninjutsu. Come back when you're fifteen.

Ruby: AAAAAAUGH~! Weeeeeeiss~! I'm boooooooooored~! Can we play some video games or something?

Weiss: Oh, hush, Ruby! I'm busy looking over our finances.

Ruby: Ugh... Fine... I'll just play by myself...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIE~! WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL MY GAMES?!

Weiss: Khm! A- About that... Ruby, I... I needed to scrounge up some lien to support us, so I... had to... cut some corners here and there. But there's nothing to worry about. I'll be able to buy you a whole new set of console and games once we have more lien to spare and- and business starts boomi-

Ruby: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Weiss: HEY! Watch your language! Keep that up and all you'll get is NOTHING!

Blake: Weiss? Where are my shuriken and kunai?

Weiss: Your what?

Blake: My tools! My ninja tools!

Weiss: Oh, those! I, er, also had to pawn those as well. As I said, lien is scarce at the moment and I-

Blake: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! DID YOU USE DUST TO BREAK OUR SAFE?!

Weiss: Er...

Blake: Those were heirlooms gifted to me by the head of the White Fang! They're priceless!

Weiss: Not according to the pawn shop...

Blake: Weiss! What... the HELL?!

Weiss: Listen, I know how this looks, but listen to me! All we need to do is knock out a few more jobs and we'll be financially stable!

Blake: How... on Remnant... are we this bad... with... LIEN?! We just finished ten jobs back-to-back! Where did all that lien go?!

Weiss: Don't blame me! It's the economy! There's been inflation and shrinkflation and deescalation and-

Blake: Quiet, Weiss! Let me see the recent expenses.

Weiss: What?! What are you saying, Blake?! Don't you trust me?!

Blake: I lost my trust when you broke into my safe and SOLD MY HEIRLOOMS! WE ARE BEYOND LOSING TRUST! Now let me see it! I'M NOT ASKING AGAIN.

Weiss: Theatric gasp! I can't believe you, after everything we've been through! You really don't trust me~?!

Ruby: Got it~! ...Hey, what's "LNLYHUNT"?

Weiss: ACK! RUBY, NO! GET BACK HERE!

Ruby: It says... "Monthly Tier 3 Sub To..."

Ruby: "Daddy Dragon Xiao Long"? Who's that?

Blake: "White Queen 2013"? Oh, you have got to be kidding me, Weiss...

Weiss: UUUUUUUH! S-Someone must've hacked our account! I've been trying to dispute them but they keep piling up!

Blake: YOU... HAVE BEEN SPENDING ALL OF OUR LIEN... ON YANG'S DAD'S... LNLYHUNT ACCOUNT?!

Weiss: Oh, I'M sorry! I didn't realize being supportive of a single father's occupation was SOOOOO wrong!

Blake: It is when you're pawning off ALL OF OUR STUFF! Just so you can see him naked?!

Ruby: ...Why would you want to see him naked?

Weiss: I! HAVE!

NEEEEEEEDS~!

[deveondog]

But nothing can capture the sting.

Title from Gigi Perez's, Sailor Song

If you thought being in twisted wonderland– a world full of fantasy and fun, would help your mental issues. You'd be very wrong.

Cw: Depictions of self harm and mental issues. This is also very self indulgent. Not beta read

Twst gender neutral reader insert, very short

The first week or so was fun, getting to see an anomaly called an "overblot", it was so cool in your eyes.. Of course you felt bad for the boy stuck inside his own head but you couldn't seem to care in the moment. He looked so hypnotic, you wish your phone worked still so you could take pictures of him and draw him later. But after that was solved the world got.. boring. It fell into a routine again. Just like your world.

Get up, get Grim up, get ready for school, go to school, most likely end up in trouble for something you didn't take part in, end the day, repeat.

Same.

Old.

Routine.

You found yourself on auto pilot most days. Hell, you didn't even have a phone from this world yet so you couldn't even distract yourself for a few hours. It all felt so mundane and dull. You found yourself hoping something would go wrong. Like an explosion in alchemy or a simpler, special hands on lesson in history. But nothing. You stopped paying attention in class, not even fully there. Your freshman friend group had asked you if you're ok but honestly, how do you explain "this world is just as boring as mine?" when theres so much more to this one? so you settled for a basic "Yeah i'm okay! Sorry to make you guys worry hah."

Eventually you found yourself in your head again. Always there. You barely spoke unless asked something. You were in a bad place and you knew it. But you missed this feeling all too much. The isolating feeling of being on sad and empty. It was like a drug to you. Back home there was an incident with your school so there you had to start taking meds to help your mood stay stable. But here? You don't even know if those exist, and you couldn't be happier. Everything got worse after the second overblot. You felt the same feelings you had previously, 'He looks like he's in so much pain, but it's so beautiful..' you barely heard yourself say. The image of the second prince and his phantom burned into your head like a drill on fire. Beautiful. Bewitching. Alluring.. But like the other one, you were force to bring him back. You sometimes wished someone would help you..

How did it get worse? Well, now you often found yourself looking for sharp objects. Broken glass, a kitchen knife, a small pocket knife. Anything that would make you feel something again.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

FiveSixSeveneightnineteneleven.

Twelv—

You stopped.

Why were you doing this again?

You want help right? attention? thats why isnt it?

You want someone to look past your mask and see.

So you did this in hopes someone would help.

But no one ever looked far enough.

Your Third overblot in and everything just looked ugly. Foul. Plain even. You were to used to it at this point and even overblots didn't look like they did when you first came to Twisted wonderland. Sure, he was a gorgeous man. His overblot was no less appealing to you but.. you cant find it in yourself to look past the outside anymore.

Your thighs are covered.

You're running out of room..

Left shoulder.

Full.

Chest?

It's empty. why not?

It feels to good to stop.

You cant pay attention in class anymore. Your professors have pulled you aside and asked whats wrong "It cant be easy. Being in a world of magic, when you yourself never knew it existed." one of them said to you.

If only they knew.

A/N: um hi, this is awkward.. i really have been wanting to write some self indulgent twst x reader but this was just a full in vent it feels like, so sorry?? unless u enjoyed it.. thanks

Hopefully more x readers that arent this depressed to come!!!

[hypertechnica]

star trek as a concept is completely sexless. it is utterly devoid of sex. not one drop of convincing sexual tension has ever graced the screen on any star trek show. the weird unintentionally homoerotic psychosexual mind game shit on the other hand,

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

listen I just can’t find fault with a candy person for finding something that unexpectedly brings them joy and doing everything in their power to make it keep happening. I just can’t find it in me to blame them for wanting the approval of the person they love and respect more than anyone else, and wanting that approval over and over again, and I just straight up can’t blame james for figuring out a trick to make his princess smile and call him her hero. like, banana guards get her praise and approval and hugs all the time, but he’s just some random engineer with an easy smile and no one who wants to hang out with him after work. and she likes him so much, she wants him in her kingdom, even when he goes and does something stupid like push her out of the way of a super dangerous not-moving car, at the cost of his own life, she wants him back and she’ll bring him back and she'll tell him that was very brave and she loves him. of course she loves him. she loves all the candy people. but he figured out how to make her look him in the eyes and say it and give him material evidence of her pride. I can’t find it in myself to blame him for that. it wasn't good, i don't think he should have been left unchecked to keep going forever, but i can't blame him for wanting to keep reliving the nice thing that happened once. the really nice thing that happened once that came with material gifts. if she didn’t want to keep doing it she would’ve stopped LONG before there were TWENTY FIVE of them. before she was so fed up that she didn’t even spare him a kind goodbye or a chance to go home one more time.

like you’re not beating the dystopian dictatorship allegations. saying she was right to exile him from the only home he’s ever known with no recourse because he was acting weird. and the thing is, I just can’t find it in me to blame a character living in a dictatorship for getting himself into a situation because he was desperately trying to be happy the best way he could figure out how. I’m not saying he was right, he’s insane, but it just rubs me wrong, the idea that he is the one holding all this heavy blame. the idea that the princess is right to look down at him and shake her head firmly and turn him out in the cold. for chasing the rush that she gave him willingly, over and over, without any specific end parameters. for not being able to make friends, and doing something weird about it. he’s bored and lonely and this works and it’s not, inherently, bad. it really isn’t. it’s batshit, but it’s actually not hurting anyone at all.