#she's sleeping :( it's like she doesn't even care about my grades

[nonokoko13]

Why can't people like a celebrity without imagine them as queer? Can't people like Taylor music without go saying she's lesbian/queer when she hasn't said anything about that. Pretty sure if she was attracted to women she would have already said it 🫠

Even in the hypothetical scenario where she was queer indeed pressuring somebody to come out or out them yourself is selfish, stupid, dangerous, toxic and overall fucked up (-᷅_-᷄)

We have so many queer pop icons out of the closet but you need to headcanon your favourite ally/het as lgbt for...comfort reasons? Just because she's your fav? Because you are queer? Dude she's not a fictional character can you not spread false information or discuss real people orientations and just enjoy their content 💀

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[cherry-coffees]

childhood best friend!Caitlyn hcs ♡

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who you meet at one of Piltover's fancy events — some statue unveiling that Caitlyn's mother forces her to be at. Caitlyn stands with her arms crossed, petulant at her mother's side. She'd rather be buried in a pile of books in her bedroom or running around at the sharpshooting range. Though, her deep frown eases a little when she feels a tap on her shoulder and spins around to see you standing bashfully before her. "My parents wanted me to say hello," you say, introducing yourself as your cheeks tinge pink. Caitlyn softens, icy blue eyes meeting yours.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who's immediately taken with you, so much so that Caitlyn's taking your hand and tugging you through the crowd within minutes. The two of you find a secluded spot away from everyone so you can talk and laugh without judgmental eyes. Caitlyn doesn't have many friends — Jayce being her main companion — so she's more than happy to have met you. And, from that day on, you're best friends.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn whose mother is quick to learn of your friendship. Cassandra is weary at first — she's very careful about who enters her daughter's life. However, she ends up warming up to you when you show up on her doorstep, looking for Caitlyn. She invites you in and, while Caitlyn is making her way downstairs, grills you behind a polite facade. She asks you about school, grades, your interests, and your family. And, when you answer all her questions with responses that please her, Cassandra quickly takes a liking to you. She invites you over more often after that, and she makes you tea if it's cold outside.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who loosens up around you. She abandons her studying in favor of watching a movie with you, and she stays up late to talk to you on the phone — even when Cassandra comes into her bedroom to tell her to go to sleep. She can't help it. You're like this bright ball of light that she can't help but be drawn to. One night, while laying awake in her bed and staring up at the ceiling, she realizes that you're quickly becoming her favorite person to be around.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who comforts you whenever you're going through a hard time. She invites you over, murmuring soft, comforting words when she sees your puffy eyes. Holds you, too, when all you want to do is lay in her bed until you feel better. She doesn't mind at all. There's a small part of her that likes it — likes that she's your go-to person for comfort

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who, in return, goes to you for comfort. She fights with Cassandra a lot, and she's entirely fed up with her mother's desire to plan out her future as she sees fit. "I can't believe her. She thinks she can control me, but she doesn't even ask me what I want!" Caitlyn exclaims, fuming as she vents to you. She crosses her arms as she glares up at the ceiling. "I'm so sick of her. Maybe we should run away and make our own lives outside of Piltover."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who marinates on that thought for weeks after she says it. Why does she like that idea? She doesn't want to leave Piltover, exactly, but she realizes that her picture-perfect future doesn't seem so bad if you're in it. From that point forward, she feels new feelings sprouting within her.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who gets some questioning glances when you introduce her to your other friends. Caitlyn doesn't go to your school since her mother insists on her private school, so you take her to a coffee shop to meet some of your school friends. You walk in with your hands swinging between you, your fingers laced through Caitlyn's. Your friends are there waiting, and they watch as you and Caitlyn go up to the counter to order. They notice when Caitlyn tells the barista your exact coffee order and hands over her card to pay for it, and you smile up at her like she just hung the moon. If that isn't enough, when you walk over to the table, there's only one empty chair. Instead of grabbing another one, you opt to slide into Caitlyn's lap, and she slips an arm around your waist with a content hum. You don't realize what your friends are thinking: they're either in love or just really fucking stupid.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn whose parents come to believe the exact same thing. After you sleep over at her place one night, you decide to make pancakes the next morning as a little thank you to both Caitlyn and her family. You rub your eyes sleepily, dressed in Caitlyn's sweats as makeshift pajamas, having come downstairs before her. Tobias reads the newspaper at the table while Cassandra sips her tea, her sharp eyes assessing you. They narrow when Caitlyn comes downstairs a few minutes later with messy hair, hugging you from behind with her chin resting on your shoulder. Cassandra and Tobias exchange a knowing glance over their teacups. They've never seen their daughter so fond of anyone before you.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who does not approve when a random girl asks you out. "She's cute. I mean, there's no harm in saying yes," you shrug as you touch up your makeup, studying your appearance in Caitlyn's bathroom mirror. Caitlyn just huffs, rolling her eyes as she stares at you in the mirror. "I'm just saying. You deserve someone who will treat you right and— and who will sweep you off your feet. Someone who likes you for you. Not some random person who doesn't know you at all."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who gets so annoyed with all this that she just has to ask. "Have you ever even kissed someone?" she asks, wanting to make a point that you shouldn't give your first kiss to a random girl. You falter at her question, biting the inside of your cheek. "...No," you mumble after a moment's silence. "I haven't. But I don't know anyone who would want to kiss me, so might as well kiss someone I don't know."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who thinks that is the most absurd thing you've ever said. "That's not true! They would—" she starts to argue, only to hesitate when she realizes what she's admitting. This isn't lost on you, so your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "There's someone you know that wants to kiss me?" you begin to catch on, and Caitlyn panics. She needs damage control as soon as possible. "I— no, what I meant to say was that, um, I could help you practice? If you wanted, that is."

childhood best friend!Caitlyn, as you come to find out, is way too good at kissing. You don't know what caused you to agree to her offer, but now you're sprawled on her bed, making out with your best friend. Caitlyn's almost pinning you down as she straddles your waist. One of her hands is in your hair while the other cups your cheek, and her mouth seeks out yours in a hungry dance of lips and tongue. You can't help the soft sounds that occasionally escape you — and who can blame you? Caitlyn's always been attractive, and even more so now. When you break away to gasp for air, her lips trail down your neck and suck.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who blinks hazily at you when you practically jump off her bed, coming to your senses the second Caitlyn's hands start to wander down your body. "Cait—" you exhale, running a hand through your hair. "I can't— what are we doing? I mean, it feels nice, all of this feels nice, but what about our friendship? What if we mess it up?"

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who is quick to reassure you, hopping off her bed to stand beside you and take your hands in hers. "Hey, it's okay," she murmurs. "Look, I love our friendship. You know I do. But I can't pretend that I don't have feelings for you. I don't want to mess up our friendship either, but I also want more. I want you." Your eyes are blown wide, lifting a hand to your head like you can't process this. Which you really can't. Caitlyn Kiramman, your best friend, is saying that she wants you in her posh accent that makes everything she says sound proper and perfect. But you want her too, and you can't deny her when her icy blue eyes are piercing into yours like she needs you.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who kisses you until both of you can't breathe. You don't see the girl you had planned to go out with ever again. Instead, you spend that night (and most nights after) curled up in Caitlyn's bed, legs tangled with hers as you fall asleep in her arms. Her parents get used to seeing you in the mornings, and your friends high-five as they discuss who won the bet they had made on when you and Caitlyn would confess to each other. Caitlyn just smiles at their antics and presses a kiss to your hairline, rubbing soothing circles into your back. If she had it her way, you'd never leave her lap again.

childhood best friend!Caitlyn who is absolutely right. Her picture-perfect future is so much better with you in it.

Young Caitlyn is the cutest everrrr! I love writing her~

Anyways! Ty lovelies for keeping me sane and being patient while I finish my idol!Caitlyn fic. I love meeting you guys (and flirting teehee), so here's some headcanons I came up with while I'm home from university ♡

~Cherry 🍒

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I’ve been on my criminal minds rerun and it made me come up with this Spencer request if you’re taking them right now! Something along the lines of the reader and Spencer being together and she becomes pregnant but he pieces it together before she does!

tysm for requesting! hope this is ok♡ 1k

cw fem!reader has a positive attitude towards her pregnancy. vaguely adult theme

"I really don't think I can go," you say, flopping down on the bed. 

Spencer laughs and shakes out the shirt in his hands, hoping the creases from the dryer will iron themselves before dinner tonight. "You always say that."

"I really mean it this time. I miss Hotch, I do, and I'm glad he's out of WITSEC, but thinking about the restaurant is making me queasy." 

"Really? I looked it up, it's a nice place. They have their Grade A, it should be spotless in there. I'm pretty sure they almost got a Michelin star." 

You groan, turning onto your side. "I looked too. The entire menu is seafood," you whine. 

"What's wrong with that?" Spencer asks, giving you a quizzical look. 

"The smell." You rub your nose against his pillow and sigh. "I don't feel good. Didn't rough me up in my sleep, did you?" 

"I would never do that," he says, putting the last of the laundry aside to sit by your hip. His hand rests naturally against the slight curve of your side, fingertips pushing the hem of your shirt up enough to steal a glance at your back. 

He wouldn't say this aloud and it doesn't matter, but you've gained a little weight recently. Actually, it does matter in that he thinks it's adorable, but he knows that telling your partner they've gained weight is a faux pas. He likes it, anyhow. It's happy weight. 

Things are so serious now but they don't feel serious. There's no solemness in your relationship, just comfort. He's putting on weight in tandem. 

"You really don't want to go?" Spencer asks. The earlier he lets Hotch know the better. 

You wrap an arm around your stomach. "Sorry, Spence. I'm so sorry, I've felt sick all day and I think it'll just be a repeat of yesterday morning." You puked before breakfast, the smell of eggs too much to bear.

Spencer feels it click into place then and there. The weight, the puking, your changing taste. Your sore chest and lower back, your sensitivity. 

He pushes you gently, a hand on your hip to encourage you down. Careful, he lays down next to you, propping his head on the pillow as he brings hand up to hold you. He can't know for sure… but if you're pregnant as he suspects, it fits. And more than that, it's insane. He doesn't know how to handle this besides wrapping you up in his arms. He'll keep you forever, if he can. 

"Don't be sorry," he says, his voice faraway. You relax completely in his arms, sliding your leg over his to lock him in. "Does your back still hurt?" 

"My chest, Spence," you lament, "it feels like I'm winded. I think I'm coming down with something. Maybe you shouldn't be near me." 

"In that case, I'm staying right here." 

You laugh softly, the warmth of it a circle on his shoulder. "I can call Hotch myself and say sorry. I'll feel better in a few days, and we'll reschedule, and I'll pay even if he tries to." 

Spencer draws a line up your back. Now or never. 

He steels his nerves, the beginning of a hypothesis hesitating on his tongue. Your symptoms in addition to your irregular period and your regular sex lives points toward pregnancy. How does he say that? How should he say it? Should he even bring it up? Perhaps he should wait until you discover it yourself. And you aren't definitely pregnant, it's just a possibility. Maybe you're simply sick—

"Hey, earth to handsome," you whisper, cupping his cheek in your soft palm. You smile as he snaps out of his thoughts. "Hey. I lost you for a few seconds, where'd you go?" 

"Nowhere. I'm here." 

Your smile gets impossibly fond. It's not dissimilar to how you usually look at him. "Are you okay?" 

"Fine. I love you." 

"I love you," you say. 

There's something about you now, this gaussian blur to you. Sunlight seeps in lazily through the blinds thick as honey, a golden kiss to your skin where you lay face to face with him, and your I love you makes him want to cry. This is all ridiculous and amazing and he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to make his mouth move into the right words. 

"What is it?" you ask. You know him better than anyone. 

"I think you're pregnant." Spencer winces, though he can't beat his smile into submission. "I mean. You could be pregnant." 

"Why do you think that?" you ask, visibly startled. 

"Your sensitivity to strong smells, your soreness, your late period, to name the more obvious. That's not factoring in your worsening low iron lately, and your headaches." You make a strange sound he doesn't like. "What?" he asks worriedly.  

"I'm late," you say into yourself, looking past him as you puzzle it over. 

"It's a good thing, if you are. I mean, it's an amazing thing if you want it to be. I'm saying everything wrong. It's only amazing if you want it to be, I want it to be. But I'm on your side no matter what." He grimaces into his hands, rubbing his face with both palms. 

You sit as he panics. He clicks his neck looking up, racing to follow you, alarmed as you shimmy down the bed toward the ensuite bathroom. 

"What are you–" 

"I'm gonna take a test." 

"Wait a second." Spencer catches your hands before you can get too far, pulling you back to the end of the bed to sit down. "Wait. Is it– is it bad? If you are?" 

You look down at your stomach briefly. Anyone else might miss it, but Spencer can't not follow your behaviour, and the way you're acting now makes him think he got it wrong. That you won't be happy. 

You grab Spencer's hand. "You know, it's not funny. All our friends are gonna ask how I found out, and I'm gonna have to admit that you noticed it first." Your eyes track up his face almost shyly, and soon your smile is as blistering as his. 

Spencer bends under your weight as you jump up, throwing your arms behind his neck, your lips smashed to his ear. "I love you," you whisper urgently, "so much. This is good, right? This is really good." 

"Are you kidding?" he asks incredulously. 

Spencer takes your face into two hands and kisses you as hard as he ever has. He realises a second in that he'd much rather be squeezing you, caging you into the circle of his arms unrepentant. 

"We have a really good excuse to miss dinner," Spencer says.

He sounds close to tears. You're worse, laughing wetly as you pull him into the bathroom to take your test. 

[willowsnook]

Stay with me part 2? Jack Hughes!!

PLEASE I NEED

Stay with me pt. 2

pt. 1 here

jack hughes x atheltictrainer!reader

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Jack went home after his surgery and texted you nonstop. At first, it was just questions about his recovery or updates about how he was feeling. Then it turned into something more: trading memes back and forth, him interrogating you about your day, talking about sports news, etc. A week ago, texts turned into Facetime calls, and you pretty much knew that every day would end with you and Jack talking for an hour.

“I’m coming back to Jersey tomorrow. Will I see you?” Jack asked on your nightly call. You had the phone set against the mirror as you took off your makeup and started your skincare routine.

“Maybe,” you said, looking over at your phone. Jack was snuggled up in bed, his eyes dropping as you knew he was fighting sleep to talk to you. “You’ll be with Darren, but I’ll try to stop by to say hi.”

“Why can’t I be with you?” He pouted and you chuckled.

“Your current state is a little out of my pay grade buddy,” you told him. “You’ll be back with me when things get a little better.”

Jack sighed, adjusting himself in bed. "I miss you though," he admitted softly, his voice taking on that vulnerable quality that always made your heart flutter.

"I miss you too," you replied, surprising yourself with how easily the words came. "But protocol is protocol."

"Screw protocol," Jack mumbled, a sleepy grin spreading across his face. "I bet Darren doesn't make me laugh like you do."

You rolled your eyes, dabbing toner onto your face. "Darren is one of the best physical therapists in the league. You should consider yourself lucky."

"Yeah, but does he know that I hate ice baths but will do them if bribed with chocolate protein shakes? Or that my left side is always tighter than my right after a workout?" Jack's eyes were fighting to stay open now.

"No, but he will after I brief him," you chided and he rolled his eyes. “Now please go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow.”

After hanging up, you climbed into bed, picking up your book to get a little reading in before you went to sleep, but your mind was distracted. Throughout this season, you and Jack had drawn nearer, teetering on the edge of becoming something more than friends. Yet, with each step toward crossing that line, a wave of uncertainty would pull you back. It wasn’t necessarily against any rules to be involved with a player, but it was usually frowned upon. Maybe it wouldn’t even get to that point.

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Jack was in a mood.

He was exhausted doing physical therapy and he did not like Darren at all. He was too serious, professional, void of any emotion. The exact opposite of you.

“Who pissed in your cereal?” Luke asked, stopping by to check in on how Jack was doing.

“I’m fine,” Jack muttered, but the look on his face and his arms crossed tightly over his chest only made Luke smile wider, turning to give a knowing look to Nico who had tagged along.

“Sure seems like it,” his captain chirped. “Nothing to do with a certain Devils’ employee not checking up on you yet?”

Jack glared at his friends causing them both to laugh.

“She’s out there talking to Darren, so you’ll be happy soon,” Luke teased and Jack froze.

“She’s talking to him?” He asked nervously and Nico gave him a curious look.

“Well yeah,” he said puzzled. He understood quickly what was going through Jack’s mind when you stormed into the room. The glare that you were giving Jack caused both Nico and Luke to wince.

“Just had an interesting conversation with Darren,” you said coldly and Jack felt his cheeks redden.

"Yeah?" Jack mumbled, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt like a scolded child.

"He said you've been difficult. Refusing exercises, complaining about everything, and generally being a pain in the ass." You crossed your arms, your professional demeanor firmly in place. "Care to explain?"

Luke and Nico exchanged glances before backing toward the door.

"We'll just... leave you to it," Luke said, failing to hide his amusement as he and Nico slipped out.

Once they were gone, Jack's shoulders slumped. "He's not you, okay?"

"That's not an excuse to be unprofessional, Jack." You moved closer, lowering your voice. "This is your career we're talking about. Your recovery."

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just... I don't connect with him the way I do with you.”

Your irritation started to fade as you let out a sigh. “You need to let him do his job okay? Look at it this way, the better you do with him, the faster you get back to working with me.”

“I’ll be better, I promise,” he said, looking at you with earnest. “Can I sit by you tonight?”

“Don’t you want to sit next to the team?” You asked.

“You’re better company,” he flirted, that charming smile you missed gracing his face.

“Only if you do better here today,” you bargained and he nodded.

Apparently that was more than enough motivation because Darren caught you in the training room later. “Complete 180 that kid, don’t know what happened during the break but it was like a different person.”

“That’s good,” you said, trying not to roll your eyes at Jack’s behavior. Sure enough Jack was grinning widely at you from the spot next to yours on the back bench.

“I think I deserve this spot,” he said cheerfully and you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you were a good boy for me,” you said without thinking. His eyes darkened at the praise and you felt a slight blush take over your face.

“Say that again sweetheart and we’ll have to miss the first period,” he murmured, quiet enough for only you to hear. Your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze, electricity crackling between you. Before you could respond, the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, introducing the starting lineup. Jack's eyes never left yours, that dangerous smirk playing at his lips.

"Behave yourself, Hughes," you whispered, trying to sound stern despite the flutter in your chest.

"No promises," he replied, settling back in his seat as the crowd roared.

Throughout the game, Jack's thigh pressed against yours, his commentary in your ear sending shivers down your spine. You tried to focus on the plays, on your professional responsibilities, but his proximity was intoxicating.

During the second period, your phone buzzed with a text from Darren about a player's treatment schedule. Jack glanced over, frowning slightly.

"Work stuff?" he asked, a hint of jealousy in his tone which made you smirk.

“Nah, it’s personal,” you lied and his jaw tightened. He focused back on the ice and didn’t say a word to you for the rest of the period. As the players headed into the locker room for the quick break Luke gave you a puzzled look after he was given a one-worded answer from Jack about something.

“Don’t worry about him,” you told Luke. “He’s just throwing a fit because he thinks I’m texting another guy.”

Luke's eyes widened in understanding, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, is that what's happening?" he chuckled. "You two are something else."

You rolled your eyes. "It's not like that."

"Sure it isn't," Luke replied, clearly unconvinced as he headed back toward the locker room.

When the third period started, Jack was still giving you the cold shoulder, his body angled slightly away from yours despite the limited space on the bench. You let out a sigh, nudging him gently.

"Darren was texting about Bratt's treatment schedule," you whispered. "Happy now?"

Jack's expression immediately softened, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "Oh."

"You're cute when you're jealous," you whispered, immediately regretting the words as they left your mouth.

His expression transformed instantly, that cocky smile returning. "Oh yeah?”

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Don’t let it go to your head, Hughes.”

“I think it already has,” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours, that boyish glint back in his eyes.

The game wrapped up not long after, and while the players filtered out of the locker room, you lingered by the tunnel, checking in with one of the assistant trainers about a player’s icing schedule. You didn’t notice Jack sneaking up behind you until his voice was right at your ear.

“Come over,” he said simply.

You turned, arching a brow. “Excuse me?”

“Come hang at mine and Luke’s,” he clarified, his tone casual but his eyes hopeful. “Nothing crazy. Just some food, maybe a movie. You’ve been working nonstop and I think you’ve earned a break.”

Your gaze flicked to Luke who was leaning against the wall a few feet away, shooting you a double thumbs-up behind Jack’s back. You snorted.

“I don’t know…” you teased, drawing it out as you tapped a finger to your chin. “What’s in it for me?”

Jack leaned in slightly. “Pizza. Couch cuddles. Me—being charming and irresistible.”

You bit your bottom lip to hide your grin. “One night. No funny business.”

He held up his hands. “I’m a gentleman. Promise.”

“Fine,” you said with mock exasperation, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “But if Luke tries to make us watch that weird documentary again, I’m leaving.”

“No documentaries,” Jack said, looping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out together. “Just you, me, and whatever rom-com you pick to torture me with.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you smirked, already settling into the comfort of his presence. As you walked toward the players' exit, Jack’s hand brushed yours—once, twice—before gently lacing your fingers together.

Yeah, maybe it was something more than just friends. And maybe… that didn’t scare you so much anymore.

[seunmong-in]

🌅Sunsets in Sydney🌅

Genre: Fluff, childhood best friend to lovers, Idol! Felix x Reader, Humor, slight cursing, she fell first but he fell harder. 

Words: 2.1k 

Summary: After being on tour for a whole year, Felix is finally back in Sydney for a well-deserved break. While he is ecstatic to be with his family again, there’s one person who he wants to see most. His childhood best friend and crush, Y/N. 

A/n: Okay, can I start this off by saying, Holy crap… Thank you to all who like or reblogged my first fanfic with Han!! ( click his name if you wanna read it ! ) I honestly thought it wasn’t that good since I wrote it in a very sleep-deprived state, lol. But y’all proved me wrong🥹❤️‍🩹 That said, I hope you guys also like this story with Felix! Like always, if you have any feedback or want to make a special request just DM me!! Here’s also my latest one with Seungmin as well 🫶🏼

P.S Does anyone else have “that’s not very nice” stuck in their head too?

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365 days. 

That's how long Felix has been away from the place he calls home. And no, he doesn't mean his actual home back in Sydney. He means being away from his childhood best friend, Y/n. 

Felix and Y/n have been best friends since grade school. They have always been there for each other, from performing in talent shows to caring for each other when one falls ill. They are like two peas in a pod; wherever one goes, the other is sure to follow.

On the day Felix had to tell Y/n that he was leaving Sydney to become an idol in Korea, he broke down crying. He was worried that being thousands of miles away from his closest friend would strain their relationship. As he was about to board the plane, he turned around to see Y/n waving goodbye to him with tears streaming down her face, and he couldn't help but cry, too.

Surprisingly, Felix and Y/n's friendship didn't end after that day. Instead, their bond grew even stronger. Y/N would constantly update Felix through text or calls, sharing the details of her day and making sure he didn't miss out on anything important. While Felix enjoyed receiving these updates, what he loved most was the pictures his mom would send him of Y/n with his family on small family trips. Seeing her smile and taking selfies with his sisters always warmed his heart.

He had already surpassed the stage of simply developing feelings for Y/n. Felix adored her. He loved her. Whenever he watched a video of a couple on TikTok or Instagram, he imagined how to recreate the same videos with Y/n by his side. His heart skipped when Y/n surprised him at one of his earlier concerts with Olivia and Hannah, Chan's sister. The memory of her dancing his part of God's Menu while Hannah danced Chan's part on the big screen was something he would never forget. Since that night, Felix had been planning to confess his love to Y/n, and he decided to do it under the sunset in Sydney.

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Under the hot summer sun, Felix's freckled face is lit up with a big smile as his family rushes to greet him. Olivia is the first to embrace him, screaming, "Oh my God, do you even know how I miss you, Lix?!"

Felix laughed, embracing his youngest sister and repeating, "I miss you more." He noticed that Olivia had grown a bit since the last time he saw her and that her hair was now dyed at the ends. Noticing her brother staring at her hair, Olivia mentioned that Y/N did it a few days ago at one of their usual girls' nights. His mom and dad were the next two to hug him tightly, with his mom shedding a few happy tears.

"I say this every time, but I am so happy to have my baby back home."

Felix wraps his arms around his mom, hugging her as he says, "I am happy to be back home to Mom."

Felix was sitting in the back of a car, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He was waiting for her message, asking if he had reached home safely, but he had yet to receive any message from her. Although this was unusual, he assumed she might be busy.

Suddenly, Olivia abruptly interrupts Felix's train of thought, "So, are you finally going to ask Y/n to be your girlfriend while you're here, or are we still sticking to the whole 'she's just my best friend' excuse?" The unexpected question catches Felix off guard. His face turns red with embarrassment as his mother turns her head around from the passenger seat, waiting for a response.

Avoiding eye contact with his mother and sister, Felix clears his throat, allowing himself to find the right words.

"Um.. what makes you think I even have feelings for her?"

Olivia stares at her older brother, scolding him with his earlier response, "Felix be so fucking for real right now. It's obvious you have feelings for Y/n. You look at her as if she is your whole world, your face lights up with a smile whenever she texts you, and you always seem to find a way to talk about her when we talk on the phone. If that doesn't scream, "I am in love with my best friend," then I don't know what does. Oh, and before you go and argue with me about this, even the boys agree that you are completely strung up on her. So do us all a favor and tell her how you feel, will you?"

Felix sighs as he looks up to see his sister's gaze. He knew he had to come clean now before his plans got ruined. 

"Have I mentioned how much I dislike you sometimes, Liv?"

"Yeah, but I'm your favorite sister, so start spilling before I call Hyunjin and have him tell Y/n to you." 

During the last five minutes of their car ride, Felix confided in his family about his plan to ask Y/n out when they reached the house. He made them promise not to say anything to Y/n about his plan since he wanted to create a memorable and private moment between them.

As Felix's father pulled into the driveway, Felix noticed Y/n's car parked across the street. His heart raced as he jumped out of the car, ignoring his mother's yelling about not going inside yet. 

Felix barges through the main door and stops when he sees the handmade "Welcome Home Lixie" banner that Y/n was struggling to put up. He chuckles softly and leans by the living room doorway, watching as she gets on her tiptoes to hook the string onto the nail.

"You know, I could've helped you put up the banner, sunshine if you would've waited a little longer."

Y/n turns around to find Felix smirking. Blushing, she runs to him and hugs him. He hugs her back, lifting her up and spinning her around.

Trying not to cry on his shoulders, Y/n ever so softly whispers, "You have no idea how much I missed your hugs, Lix."

"Me too, sunshine, it's been way too long."

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⋅•⋅⊰∙∘

After returning home and having dinner early, Felix went upstairs to his room. There, he discovered a welcome-home basket in the center of his bed. The basket contained his favorite candies, face masks, a small chicken plushie, and gift cards to his preferred places. Felix smiled, realizing that it was a gift from Y/n. She was always the type to spoil others with gifts, even if it was a small occasion. Looking through the gifts in the basket, he heard a soft knock on the door, and Y/n walked in. When Felix looked up at her, they locked eyes for the second time that day. Time seemed to come to a standstill, and after a while, Y/n was the first to break the silence.

"I hope you like it; I saw it on Tiktok late last night and thought I should make you one."

"I love it a lot; thank you, sunshine." 

He gives her a soft smile and motions for her to sit with him on the bed. She walks over and sits beside him, watching him unwrap more gifts. Y/n can't help but laugh as Felix brings the chicken plushie up to his face, jokingly asking, "Do you think it looks like me?"

"As much as I want to say yes, I feel like I am going betray BbokAri, so I must lie and say no."

Felix and Y/n laugh as Felix places the plushie back on the shelf behind him. The room lights up in a golden hue, indicating the sun is about to set. Without wasting more time, Felix takes Y/n's hand and leads her out of his room and towards his car.

"Lix, what are you doing? Where are we going?"

"I was hoping we could watch the sunset together again, just like we did as kids. It's been quite some time since the last time we did, and let's face it, we're not getting any younger. Before we know it, we'll be as old as old man Chan."

""I'm going to tell him you said that," she says, laughing as she follows him to his car. They both jump in and drive to the nearby beach.

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As the car pulled onto the sandy shore, Felix practically flew out of his side to open the door for Y/n. She beamed with delight as she stepped out, feeling the warm sand under her toes. Felix swiftly closed the car door and took her hand, leading her towards the beach. The sky was ablaze with a breathtaking display of pink and orange hues as the sun descended below the horizon.

"I forgot how pretty the sunset could be when you can see the reflection on the water."

"I know, but it's even prettier with you beside me," Felix responds. 

Y/n stands before Felix, unsure if he is joking or serious. He chuckles as she becomes flustered.

"You know that's not very nice."

"What isn't sunshine?"

"You saying that to me and not explaining what you mean," Y/n states as she turns away from him. 

Felix grabs Y/n by her waist and spins her, holding her close. Y/n's face flushes a deep shade of pink as she catches her breath. They've been close for years, but something feels different about this moment. There's a palpable tension in the air, a feeling of unspoken love that's hard to ignore. Felix looks deep into Y/n's eyes, examining how the sun's warm glow illuminates them. The sound of waves crashing against the shore adds to the moment's magic. Fighting the urge to kiss her immediately, Felix takes a deep breath as he stares into her eyes. 

"Do you remember why I decided to return home for a break instead of staying in the dorms with the boys?" Puzzled by his random question, Y/n nods her head, looking back into his dark brown eyes. 

"Of course I do. It was because you wanted to be with your family since you were homesick, Lix."

"You're right. But there's something important that I need to tell you, something that should've been said from the very beginning. Y/n, I like you. I'm in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts not to have you by my side most days or even to call you mine. The night before I left Sydney, I intended to confess my feelings to you, but I knew it was bad timing since I was leaving, and I didn't want to end our friendship. So, I kept it to myself for years. However, seeing you with Liv and Hannah at our concert earlier this year, dancing and singing to our songs, made me realize that what I felt for you was more than just a simple grade school crush. Y/n, I'd be lying if I said you weren't the person I want to spend the rest of my life with because I do. I want you to be mine, my only sunshine. And if you don't feel the same way, I understand..."

Felix was toward the end of his sentence when Y/n suddenly cut him off by pressing her lips against his. It was a bold move, but she had been crushing on Felix for what felt like an eternity and couldn't hold back any longer. When they finally pulled away, Felix looked at Y/n with a knowing smile, pressing his forehead on hers. In a very soft voice, Felix finally finishes his sentence. 

"I cannot imagine spending a single day without you by my side anymore. Will you do me the greatest honor of all and be mine forever?

""Until forever stops existing, my love."

[rainbowberriesandcookies]

Orihime's weird food combinations actually make a lot of sense-

It's one of those things that in the moment, it's used for comedic relief when other characters see her or hear about her weird food combinations but honestly there's also a lot of subtlety that makes me wonder if Kubo has more personal experience growing up poor or with food security because my god it makes too much fucking sense.

We know that Sora and Orihime had abusive parents who were described as the types of people that would hit a child until it stopped crying and that Sora intentionally hid her away from them to take care of her.

Chances are, their parents never taught Sora how to cook or take care of himself properly, and growing up, he likely had to feed Orihime little bits of what he could put together before he was able to turn 18 and run away with her.

At the start of the story, Ichigo says that Sora died three years ago and at the start of the story, Ichigo and Orihime are both around 15 years old. Which means Orihime was no older than 12 when Sora died.

Have you seen what 12-year-olds left to their own devices eat? And eventually, we find out that Orihime is taken care of by a distant relative who only sends her money as long as she keeps her grades up. Given that she lives by herself, it's likely only enough money to ensure that Orihime isn't homeless or starving - but not enough to actually buy proper meals.

And if it is - Orihime likely doesn't know what a proper meal looks like. From how Sora described their parents, he likely had to raise himself as many children do in abusive relationships, and then had to raise Orihime. But children often learn things from their parents like how to cook, clean, etc.

Another character with a similar home life that Orihime reminds me of is Taiga from Toradora.

Until she met Ryuji, Taiga pretty much lived on convenience store food as her parent(s) only sent money every so often. Likely - once again - it was just enough to make sure she wasn't homeless or on the streets but not enough to be able to afford cooking proper meals and Orihime - like Taiga - likely doesn't really know what normal food or meals really look like.

And as early as the volume 2 character profiles, we learn that Orihime is supported by relatives.

At one point, she's even seen eating bread likely because it was all she could afford.

In Chapter 14, Orihime just brings an entire loaf of bread and a can of red bean paste to lunch and as early as Volume 2 we learn that she's supported by relatives - yet we also know that she lives alone which even as early as this it can be assumed that they're fairly distant and only do so out of obligation rather than love.

Come Chapter 450, this is elaborated on even more

She outright mentions that a distant aunt pays for her living expenses and sends her less when her grades go down. And here, you can see her recounting what she heard about her parents being "really abusive" from her brother all with a smile on her face despite the fact that it's a pretty somber.

Another hint to the food insecurity is how Orihime looked at the donuts earlier and Riruka upon hearing this, let Orihime eat as much as she wanted.

It's in her own way, but Riruka clearly understood that Orihime didn't really have a good home life. But she's a tsundere so Riruka has to say that she doesn't want them anymore instead of outright saying she feels bad and doesn't want to deprive someone who likely has never really had too much food security of food that's right in front of them. The typical "It's not like I care or anything" from tsunderes like Riruka.

Jumping back to earlier chapters-

Orihime joked with Tatsuki about having to carry around a sleeping bag and sleeping outdoors after being kicked out of her apartment following the hollow incident in Chapter 24.

Given that Tatsuki didn't appreciate the joke and up till this point, she's one of Orihime's closest friends, chances are Tatsuki knows that Orihime has a precarious living situation which is why the joke didn't come off as funny because Tatsuki would also know that Orihime is the type to just smile her way through all of her troubles.

So combined with what we know...

As early as Chapter 4 her apartment was damaged as a result of Ichigo's battle with Acidwire, in Chapter 14 she brings bread and red bean paste to school to eat and in Chapter 24 Tatsuki doesn't appreciate her jokes about having to be in a sleeping bag until she finds a new place before admitting that she's actually staying in a hotel.

Chances are her grades slipped to the point she couldn't afford rent anymore or the damage to the apartment was that bad - either way the result was a pretty big strain on her already tight finances.

Orihime's odd food tendencies aren't just to make her quirky, but one of the only ways she knows how to survive. After all - a lot of people who live in poverty or struggle with food security eat and enjoy strange meals like mustard sandwiches where it is just bread and mustard or sugar sandwiches where it's just butter, bread, and sugar... A lot of struggle meals honestly involve some type of bread because it is cheap and filling.

Bread is one of the cheapest food items you can afford and while everyone else thinks that her food combinations are horrid... there is at least one person who appreciates them.

Rangiku!

And from what we know, Rangiku also had a very similar upbringing where she was found starving and alone by Gin. He offered her persimmons, a fruit that when eaten at the wrong time is very sour but when it's ripe it's mushy/soft. Because of this, persimmons can be something of an acquired taste - and when they're dried the flavor of them is even more concentrated

All in all, her quirky food habits are a subtle nod to her upbringing, and thinking about it now, it makes sense as to why it never really sat right with me when people would callously make fun of her food combinations or rather treated them like a genuine character flaw to mock and demean her over.

It's used for comedy because when you hear certain struggle meals, they really don't be making any sense and sound disgusting! Yet at the same time, it's a result of having to make do with what you have and your tastes revolving around that.

Even with the consistency of Rangiku, someone who was found starving enjoying her food combinations - it makes me wonder if Rangiku is no stranger to eating weird things or combinations on occasion. It also contrasts with Toshiro who was shown not really enjoying the food combinations, but unlike Orihime or Rangiku, he's never really been shown starving or hungry in his backstory because he had his grandmother and Momo with him.

Because of that, it's kinda hard to chalk up Orihime's weird food tendencies and growing up poor to be a "lucky coincidence" because the other person who enjoys them too grew up similarly to her - where food was scarce. Given how seemingly well thought out it is, it makes me wonder if Kubo himself may have either had or knew someone who struggled with food scarcity.

[kolyubov]

Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙

✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader

✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!

✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3

The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.

Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.

You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.

But the sleepiness was starting to get you.

You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.

Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.

Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.

“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.

Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.

Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.

The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”

Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.

The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.

You took a deep breath.

Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.

You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.

You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.

You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.

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After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.

“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.

The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.

“You're late as always, Dazai.”

Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.

Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.

Ah, he is prettier up close.

What? No.

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.

Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.

“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.

“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.

“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”

“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”

Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.

Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.

But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.

You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?

Ah, might as well take a little nap then.

“Shit.”

Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.

Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.

Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.

Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.

Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.

God, forgive him for being so greedy.

“Do you want to play?”

You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.

Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.

You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.

“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”

You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?

“Move Knight to e6.”

“Sorry— what?”

Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.

Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.

When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

But he did.

As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?

You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.

“…Now, did you understand?”

His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

“I—”

You're interrupted before you can speak.

“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”

Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.

“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.

You panic.

You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.

Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.

Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.

“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.

For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”

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It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.

You don't want to fall deeper into him.

After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.

“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”

“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”

“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”

What a nuisance.

Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?

In fact, you were sure you hated him.

Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.

There was no way you could fall for someone like him.

You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.

The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.

Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.

Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.

You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.

Well… You were wrong.

“What the fuck?”

“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”

Seriously?

You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.

Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.

“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”

The hell with this—

You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.

“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”

He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…

“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.

“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”

Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.

He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.

“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.

“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.

He was using you as his entertaining resource.

Fine. You might as well play along.

With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Such an obedient girl.”

You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.

“Are you enjoying your reading?”

You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.

Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.

“Why don't you read for me out loud?”

“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.

“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”

Cocky bastard.

You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.

“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”

Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.

God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.

“Ah—”

You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.

The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.

As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.

“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.

Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.

“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”

He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.

“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”

How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.

“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.

You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.

Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.

Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.

“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”

Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.

As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.

“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”

You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.

When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.

“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.

Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.

Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.

“Good girl…”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.

He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.

“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”

You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.

“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.

So he does taste like coffee.

Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.

“Goodbye, my dear.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.

God, you want to taste his lips again.

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[chrisbesitos]

MAKE YOU MINE.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀madison beer × fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, angst, virgin!reader.

synopsis: Y/N have been dealing with a bad mental health, because of the college and work. Madison wants to take care of her. Plus she never had a sexual experience before and Madison wants to make her first time special.

11:45 pm.

Y/N slammed the door, she supposed to be home at nine, but her boss made her stay until almost midnight. Plus she got a bad grade in a test in college this week. Everything sucks this week and Y/N is not handling anymore, she's been holding for a long time, but now she feels like she's gonna explode. She took her shoes out and lay in the bed, her face against the pillow, Y/N want to scream.

Madison got in the dorm, holding her bag and texting someone in her phone. The lights were off, so she didn't see Y/N in the bed, actually she thought she was still at work. Madison turned the lights on and then she saw Y/N, she tossed her bag on the floor and sat on Y/N's bed.

"Why don't you text me? I was worried." Madison said, she was a friend of Y/N since they started college.

Madison wasn't Y/N first roommate, but since her last one decided to quit college, she get in there.

"My phone died." Y/N sights, Madison nods. She gently removes Y/N's hair from her neck and slowly use her fingers to massage her shoulders and neck.

"You good?"

"I..." Y/N take a deep breath, she move her body and lay on her back. She had tears in her eyes. "I don't know, everything has been horrible." Her voice cracked and she couldn't hold her tears anymore.

"Oh, honey." Madison coos, she lay by Y/N side and hold her, letting the girl cry on her shoulder. "I know you've been dealing with a lot, but don't need to hide this from me. You can tell me when something is bothering you and letting you down."

"I know I just..." She sobs, Madison passed her hand through Y/N's back. "I just can let it out. I don't know, seems like it is stuck inside."

"I know how you feel and I'm sorry, hon." Madison offered a gentle smile, she gave a kiss on Y/N's forehead. "But even if you don't know how to express this feeling, you can still come to me."

"I know, thank you, Mads." She sniffed.

"You don't have to thank, hm? I just want to be here for you." Y/N nods, slowly calming herself. "There's something that I can do to make you feel better?"

Actually, there's something that Y/N have been craving for so long, but she doesn't know how to ask this. Madison is her friend, her best friend, but seems too much ask her to take her virginity.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?" Madison asks, getting Y/N attention again.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Y/N said, she abruptly sits on the bed. Madison lets her go and sits by her side, she knows Y/N wants something, but was afraid to ask.

"Y/N." Madison hummed, she held her shoulders and rested her chin in there. "Tell me what you want and I'll give you."

"It's okay, Madison. I just need to take a shower and sleep, I'm exhausted."

"Then you're gonna dream about me again? Do you think I didn't hear you calling for me while you sleep?" Madison whispers in her ear, Y/N bite her lip and crossed her legs. The brunette girl took her hand to Y/N tight, slowly squeezing. "Tell me what you want, Y/N."

Y/N remember that dream, she dreamed about Madison sucking her off, but she didn't know she was talking while sleep. Y/N wakes up with her pantie wet, since then she knows she wants Madison to take her virginity.

"You." Y/N whispered. "I want you."

That's what Madison wants to hear. Didn't take too much for the brunette girl to push Y/N's body back to bed, she put herself above her. Madison started with a gentle kiss, her hands pressing hard Y/N's waist, she grab the blonde girl shirt and look at her, asking for permission. Y/N nods quickly, so Madison take her shirt off and tossed on the floor, Y/N was wearing a red bra, Madison smiles and slowly starts to play with nipple against the bra.

She let kisses on her chest, letting red lipstick marks there. Y/N was breathing hard, she never had been in this situation before, but the time she was getting was killing her.

"Mads, please." She begs.

So Madison opened her brad, exposing her beautiful boobs. They weren't big, but it wasn't a problem. Madison cut them in her hands while she gave another kiss on Y/N, the blond was moaning against her lips by the way her was pressing her boobs. She was so needy and Madison like it.

But this wasn't enough, Y/N wants more. Madison took her hand to her jeans, starting to unbuckle her belt and then Y/N remembered. She never had sex before and she was about to do it. Y/N hold Madison's hands.

"Something's wrong, hon?" Madison asks looking at her. "We can stop if you want to."

"No, I want this. It's just..." Y/N stopped herself, feeling a lit embarrassed. "I'm a virgin." She whispered.

"Oh." Madison said, she wasn't expecting, but this makes everything more exciting. "Then, I will be gentle to take your innocence from you."

Y/N bit her underlip and nod. So, Madison opened her jeans and slowly removed them, letting kisses on her tights and giving Y/N goosebumps.

"What was I doing? In your dream." She asks.

"You were sucking me off."

Madison nods, she was about to make your dreams come true. The brunette removes Y/N pantie, she smiles at the wetness in her pussy. She let a gentle kiss, Y/N contracted her body.

"You're so needy and so innocent." Madison whispered against her pussy, the area was so sensitive.

Madison started to lick the wetness out of her pussy, slowly using her tongue and her lips to give pleasure to the girl. Y/N pressed her hands on the bed sheets, Madison touch was so good. Her nose pressed against her spot, she was getting faster, eating Y/N out nonstop.

"Mmmmmmmp." Y/N holds a moan in her throat, scared of being loudly. Madison stops for a minute and looks at Y/N, she almost cries out when the brunette stop licking her sensitive pussy.

"Don't hide these pretty moans from me, I want to hear from you. I want to know that I'm giving you what you want." Madison said, Y/N nods and pushed Madison's head back to her pussy, making the brunette giggles.

Y/N didn't think to much when she envolve Madison's head with her tights, she didn't want the girl to stop. Y/N was getting on her apex, she was feeling a not on her stomach and her legs start to shake, so she loosened the grip around the brunette head.

"Mads, you should stop now." She said, she was holding, scared to come in Madison's mouth. But Madison didn't stop, she kept going, harder and faster. "Fuckkk!"

Then the not on her stomach burst, she didn't have time to warn. Y/N come all over Madison's face, she felt her tongue licking her juice.

"Damn..." Y/N said, she was out of breath, her legs shaking and her head dizzy. She never felt like that, but it was so good.

"Did I make you feel good?" Madison smiles, she lets a kiss on her sensitive spot. The brunette girl sits on the bed, she passes her hand in Y/N's stomach. The blond nods. "Words, Y/N."

"Yeah, you make me feel good." She smiles, now exhausted. "I've never felt like that before, but I like it."

"Glad you like it." Madison kissed her temple. She got off the bed, grabbed the shirt on the floor and cleaned Y/N's tights.

Madison tossed the shirt in the laundry basket, then she gets a T-shirt and clean pantie for Y/N. They get ready for bed, Madison lays on Y/N's side, facing her with her hazel eyes and a smile.

"Can we do that again?" Y/N ask.

"You have sex for the first time and already want more? Yeah, we can do this again." Madison giggled.

this is my first time writing a smut, so i know it's pretty bad

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[angeliteeyes]

Yandere College Roommate Ei x Reader

Your roommate takes care of you while you're sick - based off my college roommate Ei fic but can be read separately

cw: drugging, gaslighting, general yandere bs

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You awoke from your slumber in a haze. You were never the greatest at waking up early, especially not while under the weather. At least there was one saving grace; hovering over you was your dormmate, Ei, holding a mug of tea in one hand. After rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you lazily reached out to take the warm liquid and rested it in your lap.

Admittedly, it never tasted great—there was an odd, bitter aftertaste to it—but that was the least of your worries. The real issue at hand was Ei's relationship with you, which had changed drastically as of late. Before, her withdrawn state made it hard to even talk to her, but now you could barely spend a moment together without her doting on you. Being sick only made it worse. Of course, the attention was nice, but... it went too far sometimes.

"Open."

You were pulled out of your thoughts by sudden pressure on your lips, feeling her fingers digging into your mouth and prying it open. Your body squirmed under her, but it was futile. Eventually, you relented and felt the cold metal of a thermometer press under your tongue.

Ei pulled it in front of her the moment it beeped. With a sigh, she read out the numbers. A low-grade fever, as you had come to expect.

"This means you need to stay here and rest today, understood? Don't leave for anything. If there's an emergency, call me. I'm close by."

You tuned her out as she repeated the same set of sentences that she'd been drilling into your head as soon as you got ill. Stay and rest. Don't leave. Call her. Her concern for your well-being, while endearing, tended to be expressed by her enforcing rigid rules upon you. Even your morning tea ritual began from her demanding you drink it every day until you get better. Still, you didn't have the heart to complain. After all, she just cares about you. What's so wrong about that? Plus, you're well aware of her mental state being... fragile.

That doesn't stop you from dumping the tea straight into the sink when she leaves for class, though. You've been trying for her sake to continue choking it down, but the flavor's far too pungent and bitter for your taste. Just for this morning, you gave your taste buds a break.

*

On most sick days, resting comes naturally. The past few have been no exception, with you gladly honoring Ei's request for you to rest while she's away. Today was different. While you've been curled up into a cozy ball for several minutes now, you found yourself oddly alert. Restless, even. Unable to fall asleep, you groaned and stumbled your way over to the kitchen area.

An idea popped into your head as you spotted your thermometer perched nearby. As it beeped under your tongue, it confirmed your suspicion; your fever was gone. You breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, you could leave this cramped room! Your roommate would tell you to stay inside an extra day just in case, but... it's not like she'd know if you just snuck out for a couple minutes. Her schedule would keep her in class for another hour or so, and you honestly felt too suffocated to care if you got caught at the moment. With a buzz in the air, you reached out to turn your doorknob.

Except it didn't open. It turned, yes, but when you attempted to pull, the door didn't budge. Your face scrunched up. Didn't you just see Ei leave this morning with no problems? Of course it would break right when you were about to use it.

Instinctually, you pulled out your phone to message her, before realizing your predicament. If she found out that you tried to open the door, then she'd realize your plan to leave against her orders. A nagging feeling in your gut told you her reaction to that wouldn't be pretty. You suddenly didn't feel like risking it anymore. Slowly, you backed your way over to your bed. Now, it felt more like a prison.

*

Ei pinched your cheek the following morning, digging her nails into them. Stirring, you opened your eyes, them widening at the sight in front of you. Blood dripped from her lip down to her chin, accentuating the red puffiness and eyebags above. Your stomach knotted with concern, making you rise to sit up.

"Hey, what's wrong—"

"Drink." She started to push a mug into your hands, leaving you confused.

"But I already told you, I'm not sick anymore. I'll even take my temperature again to show you." Your arms tensed to push you forward, before her own reached out to stop you. Her palm pressed on your chest harshly.

"...It's too risky. You probably don't even realize you're still sick, do you? It must be messing with your head."

With her words swirling in your mind, you barely noticed how her hands moved to raise the tea up towards your mouth. You swallowed. Again and again. The entire time you drank, her gaze never moved away from your throat.

It felt off. Unsettling. When you told her about how much better you were feeling yesterday, you expected it to at least put her at ease. Yet, the bloody lips and blotchy skin proved otherwise. Part of you wanted to reach out to her, dig deeper about what was really making her act like this. She was your closest companion, after all. Of course she was. You hadn't even so much as seen another person in, what... a week now?

A sudden burst of dizziness hit you. As if predicting this would happen, Ei hurriedly pushed you into the bed further.

"See, I told you. You're still sick."

The vertigo knocked you unconscious before you could even reply.

[c0eu4]

CL16 | Depress girlfriend ☁︎

Summary: Charles comes back to his shared house after three weeks of intense race. But the thing he didn't expect is to find her girlfriend having a relapse.

Warning: Fluff, depression, hurt/comfort

A/N: Here, we talk about depression and some things that it creates : lack of hygiene, not taking care of yourself..

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Depression, that thing that destroys life.

She's under the covers, the rain is hitting the living room windows and her eyes are heavy. Her legs hurt and her stomach growls.

She would scare anyone. Her eyes are red from tears, her lips irritated, her hair messy and dirty. Anyway. She's depressed.

The door of her apartment opens, and she knows it's her favorite Monegasque.

He opens the shutters and sits next to her, giving her a big hug.

''Have you relapsed?'' He asked, softly to not fear her. His hands moving up and down in her back and hair.

She doesn't answer and puts her forehead against his shoulder. She feels tears coming back in her eyes and cry, again. She sob uncontrollably, her body shaking and releasing all the stress she accumulated during the few weeks ago.

His grip around her gets tighter and he puts his cheeks against her hair, knowing that he just has to wait to let her calm down. He keeps rubbing her back until she finally manages to cry less. She separates from him, keeping her head down and can't even look at him in the eyes.

''I-I'm- sorry..'' She said with a weak and shaky voice. Charles put his hand on her cheek, lifting her head up.

''Mon amour.. There is nothing to be sorry about..'' She restarted to cry like a little baby. Charles kissed her tears until they finally stop.

''Have you taken your medicines princess?'' He asked her, trying to not put pressure on her.

She shakes her head as a no. His eyebrow frowned.

''Why bébé ? Talk to me please..'' He stoked her hair with his right hand, keeping his left hand on her cheek.

''I-I..'' She gibberish, tears coming back in her eyes.

''It's ok.. take your time..'' He tries to reassure her and make her talk to him. He hates to see her like that. Since she no longer takes her anti-depressants, she sometimes has days when she feels low. But this time, it's a big relapse. Especially since Charles wasn't there for her because of his three intensive weeks of racing.

She takes her time like he said, taking deeps breaths to calm herself down.

''The reason is stupid..'' She finally managed to say.

''Nothing is stupid when we talk about your mental health chérie.'' He stokes her cheek with his thumb.

''I.. uhm.. It's just that... I had a lot of homework to do and I was lost.. you weren't there to help me and it was like.. I was just incapable of doing my homework.. And I got a very bad grade... then another one... And here I am now..'' She said, trying to not sob again.

He kissed her forehead.

''It's ok chérie. It happens to have some bad grades.''

He retakes her in a comfortable hug and strokes her hair.

''When was the last time you ate ?''

She takes a little time to answer him.

''Maybe two or three days.''

His eyes widened and he put his hands on her shoulders, pulling him back from the hug.

''This is really bad y/n.'' His voice was more firm than he expected. She immediately cried again, looking at the ground, ashamed.

''I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...''

He takes her again in his warm arms, whispering sweet words to her ear.

''No no no no, don't cry chaton.. It's ok.. You know what ? I'm going to carry you to the kitchen and make you a delicious dinner, ok ?''

She nodded against his shoulder, feeling one of his arms going under her knees to lift her up from the couch. She moaned slightly in pain because of her weakness, her whole body hurting.

He walked her to the kitchen, making her sit on a chair, in front of the wooden table. She looks at him making some pasta, her eyes heavy and half closed.

''Mon amour, don't sleep, you need to eat.''

She keeps her eyes open. Charles talked to her the whole time he was doing the pasta, to keep her awake. He knows how much she usually likes his voice and his french accent. Especially when he was talking directly to her. He talked to her about his weeks. When him and Carlos went to paddle, when he was doing his track walk, all the fans he met...

After about twenty minutes, he placed a plate in front of you, full of pasta with tomato sauce. He gives you a fork and a spoon. He put a glass full of water up to your plate.

''Try to drink a bit before eating.'' He sits in front of you with his own plate full of pasta.

She took the glass and slowly drank the water, her throat hurting her.

She caught and started to eat her pasta, Charles looking at her with love in his eyes. Even when she was at her lower, when she was looking like a zombie, when her hair was dirty and messy, when her lips weren't healthy, he was still loving her.

They eat together, slowly. She feels her empty stomach full of food and it makes her feel better.

After their little dinner, he takes her to the bathroom. He undresses her, with her consent, like if she was a little child. He undresses himself and makes her sit in the bathtub filled with warm water. He sits behind her, her back against his chest. He keeps her close to him, stroking her waist and thighs. He helped her to wash her body and her hair.

When they were done with the shower, he dried her hair with a dryer and braid it. He brings her underwear, a short and one of his hoodies, her favorite one. She put everything on, without help this time, feeling already a bit stronger than this morning.

He carried her with his big arms on his shoulder, making her giggle and chuckle. He was so happy to hear her little laugh after so much time away from her. He put her down in their bed, laying next to her. She quickly hugged him and he hugged her back, his hands stoking her back. She bury her nose in his neck, smelling his scent.

''Good night mon chat.'' He kissed the top of her head, nuzzled his nose in her hair.

''Good night Charlie.'' She kissed his neck with a warm and wet kiss and quickly fell asleep in the arms of her lover.

[granddaughterofdemeter]

Look how I do this, Look how I got this

main ship: [percy jackson x f!reader]

side ship: [annabeth chase x readers m!cousin]

warnings: insecure!reader, flufff, people shipping r and percy,

chapter 1 summary: you have a huge crush on percy but one of your friends, rachel, does too, so you havent done anything. plus, percy doesn't like you like that anyway

[a/n: they look like the PJO tv show but aged up to 18]

Pre-Second Giant War against Gaea-flashback

You stood beside Annabeth as she rattled off about how they'd made the Lincoln Museum. Of course, you loved her like a sister but you couldn't stop yourself from dozing off.

“ [Name],” You tilted your head and stared into the eyes of Rachel Dare, the Oracle, one of your best friends and the girl who’s had a crush on Percy Jackson for years. See, you used to have a huge crush on him too but when you saw Rachel close to him you became insecure and resisted the urge to be closer to him mostly because you didn't want to violate the Girl Code .

She was popular, respected as the Oracle, and…pretty.

All you were was smart. You were only known because your best friend is Annabeth and your cousin is basically only known for a having a huge crush on her, and you would refrain from calling yourself pretty. It was hard acknowledging that fact but you liked being honest, unlike the people close to you.

They all said he liked you, but you were hesitant even with the signs.

“ Poppy, you want to sit by the lakeside for a picnic during lunch?” Percy whispered, his blinding smile lighting your questioning gaze. You shrugged though, trying to nod because you wanted to be subtle about the care you held for him.

Especially his nickname for you, he started calling you Poppy because, in his seventh-grade year, he had a project on Poppy seeds and found out that they cause sleep. Which, one night during the first quest, you'd done because he couldn't sleep, so you sang a small song that made him black out after the first verse. 

“Percy's been looking for you for ages to come to his cabin!” Rachel smiled, her green eyes lighting up. Annabeth nodded before offering you a hand to get up.

As you stepped toward the still, cold, marble, smelling of the sea, you looked around for a spot to sit.

“ [Name!]” Percy's grin relaxed you as he pulled you to his side on the blue couch. 

Annabeth gave you a pointed look while sitting down next to you and shook her head when you ignored her. Instead deciding to lean against the back of the couch. You came to Camp Half-Blood a year after Annabeth and Luke did. It took your father, Hypnos, a year afterward to claim you and move you from the Hermes Cabin.

It was two years after that when Percy came into your life and gave you the possibility to win a trophy for you and your half-siblings.

"Grover! we haven't seen you in so long!"

The brown-skinned boy shrugged and launched himself across a loveseat next to Annabeth, holding out a hand for a high-five. 

"Did I...miss something?" He turned his head to stare at the arm Percy's hand wrapped around you. You rolled your eyes and whispered to Percy, "Maybe you should stop basically wrestling me to sit next to you, they keep on thinking that we're dating." He grinned, sea-green eyes staring into yours.

"Well, it's funny when they have that disappointed look when we aren't." Disappointment settled into your stomach before you could shake it away, but you did nothing but laugh and fix his curly blonde hair around his face.

"Shut up, Perce!" You laughed, tilting your head away.

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[chocolatemoneyrascalparty]

Picnic

Michael asks Tori out on a picnic. Tori doesn't want to go. It's not that she doesn't like picnics, it's just that she hasn't been on a picnic since she was 8. She remembes it like a cake with too much sugar, dead insects in her soda and ants crawling around the picnic cloth. She doesn't feel like reliving that experience. And besides, picnics are childish. A child thing to do and Tori isn't a child anymore, even though Michael seems to forget about that. Or maybe he just doesn't care.

But Michael insists, like he usually does, with his magic anime girl eyes and crooked teeth smile. Smiles like he knows something she doesn't, like he did when he made her watch Beauty and The Beast on Becky's Halloween party. He says-

"You need to get some sunshine in your system. It's good for you. It will lift your spirits!"

Tori doesn't want her spirits to be lifted, thank you very much. She's perfectly fine with her spirits being down. What does that even mean?

"And it's spring!"

Tori doesn't like spring (isn't that ironic?). It's never how she imagines it. People talk about winter depression and how nice it is that the sun is back. She doesn't get that, doesn't understand it. The sun is always in the way, is always a little too bright. Spring is just a reminder that summer is next. Summer with its humid weather and too hot sun. Can't even get salvation in the shadow, the weather will find her. Burn her scalp and hair until she surrenders and grabs her kitchen scissors to cut it off. Summer means too short shorts and showing legs and skin and the thought of it makes her want to throw up. She prefers the autumn with its cold winds and colours and big sweaters. Then she'd have an excuse to be in bed all day, to curl up with her laptop.

Tori doesn't like much, anymore. So it really has nothing to do with spring or picnics or Michael. She just doesn't want to do anything at all. Prefers to be alone with her thoughts, in the dark and in bed. Michael doesn't listen to her complains, though. He never does.

Michael holds her hand during the walk to the place where they'll have the picnic. Holds her hand like she's going to leave him, or something. He's gotten touchier, recently. Holding hands and leaning against her and plucking hairstrands that has gotten stuck on her shirt. It's tolerable. Because it's Michael.

He hasn't told her where they're going yet. Wanting it to be a surprise, apparently. The picnic might not be a bad idea, and the horrible hiking might be tolerable because when Tori looks out from the hill and sees the top of light green leaves on the trees that surrounds it, she feels somewhat at peace.

The hill was horrible to walk up. She got out of breath and sweat clinged to her skin, her bangs getting stuck on her forehead. Michael carried the picnic basket and everything else they'd apparently need. She didn't ask if she should help. He didn't ask for help either.

There's no cake with too much sugar this time. No insects either, because it's still cold enough for them to be sleeping. Still cold enough for frost to cling onto grass straws in the mornings. It isn't really spring. Michael is just overly optimistic. He sets out a blanket and sodas, cupcakes in plastic containers. He even brought strawberries. Storebought, shipped from some sunny country because they're not growing here yet. They're sour but she eats them anyway, because he brought them here so she might as well.

Michael asks her out on a picnic. He plucks grass strands into small small pieces and says-

"Tori, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

He says it like he is in the 3rd grade, asking out his crush. He says it like his world will crumble if she says no. Tori blinks, puts down her soda onto the blanket. Hopes she doesn't make it spill out. Her forehead is moist, her hairstrands clings to it. She blinks, because the question was unexpected and kind of weird. Or- it isn't unexpected, not really, because this is Michael. He always says strange things. But it's weird because that makes he thinks of her as romantically and that means he- oh my God. Michael has a crush on her. She fiddles with her finger, nails digging into skin. He continues to rip grass strands apart, nervously.

"Sure." She says, because she likes him. Sure, because why not. Sure, because he understands her in a way nobody does. Sure. He smiles, stops playing with the grass. Fingers still in his lap. The wind picks up, the leaves in the trees sounds, it's freezing. Her hair whips around, the ground she sits on is slightly uncomfortable. She must be sitting on a stone. He grins and takes her hand, strokes it with his thumb and she let's him because apparently they are partners now. Boyfriend and girlfriend. And even though the thought of it makes her want to crawl out of her skin, it's kind of nice. The picnic was nice.

[jujutsutrash]

Never mind me this is just my self indulgent weird scenarios. no real content warnings. maybe some angst.

Thinking about Noritoshi Kamo x Reader where it doesn't work out. he is too caught up in his clan bullshit and you don't want to get trapped in that baggage. he needs to become head of the clan, he will need to have a proper spouse. and you don't wanna be judged constantly by his family. so you run, leave the country even, and he never hears from you. he only knows you are alive because every now and again someone from the Tokyo School travels to visit. he doesn't see you for years. until one day he does.

A heavy hearted Noritoshi Kamo who has to visit the Tokyo School one day and ends up seeing you. after four years that seemed like an eternity, he sees you. you. with Yuuta Okkotsu brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. a small boy in his arm.

A phased Noritoshi who has to keep himself from staring in disbelief. you and Yuuta haven't noticed him yet but the boy turns his face around and his eyes catch Noritoshi's. it's only a split second but it feels like infinity.

It has been fours years since you left. you had always been close with Yuuta – and the special grade was always free to travel. it has been four years. Noritoshi tries not to think about it. but that boy looks nowhere under three.

The next time Noritoshi sees you, you are alone. you both exchange greetings, it's polite but distant. his eyes linger on what changed and what remained the same. your eyes have the same shape he knows so well, but they look tired now. your lips follow the same curves, but your smile has changed.

He doesn't ask about the kid, you don't comment either. your greeting is like a business transaction, done and over with. a braver man would have asked, but he isn't quite so brave. so you part ways, he doesn't learn the name of the kid, or his age for that matter.

Noritoshi later catches a glimpse of the boy with Maki – she was one of the few people he knew visited you with regularity, so it made sense. then he sees the kid again with Yuuta. it's through a window, and once more the boy turns around when Yuuta isn't looking.

He doesn't want to stare, not really. but Noritoshi can't help but notice his traits. the little boy has your skin complexion and the shape of your eyes. his hair is raven black, falling straight to his chin. Noritoshi never saw pictures of you as a child – and now he is left wondering.

Noritoshi walks away before he can be noticed. but not before he hears the boy call for his father. when Yuuta's gentle tone responds, Noritoshi feels a sting. he leaves the Tokyo campus that day. he doesn't return for over a year.

In the meantime, Noritoshi learns that you returned to action as a sorcerer. he overhears about where you had lived abroad, and the name of the boy. your son. Katsuhiro. it's a beautiful name, he thinks.

The next time Noritoshi sees Katsuhiro is when he needs to visit the Tokyo campus again. he'd made sure to arrange his trip when you'd be on a mission, but fate didn't care. he spots the kid with Choso, the half cursed spirit taking the little boy somewhere inside the school.

The kid should be about five by now - or closer to six by different calculations. Noritoshi tries not to think too hard about it. about how he is at the age where cursed techniques manifest. about how he heard nothing of it. about how Choso would be a good choice if one needed to train a child with blood manipulation without reaching the Kamo clan.

A braver man would have asked you, but he isn't brave. and now he lingers in the hallway, staring at the place where they turned around – one foot stepping into the sunlight coming through the window, and he doesn't know if he wants to move forward.

Noritoshi tries not to think about it. he really does. not to wonder about what lies behind the walls he cannot cross. not to muse on what ifs. he tries not to think about it. but now he can't even sleep – the thoughts won't silence for a second.

[greeniegirl23]

Isn't It Lovely..? (Chapter 4#)

(Trigger Warning ⚠️: Shitty Dad/ Abuse/ Physical Harm/ Cursing/Gore Etc.)

(Welcome to the final chapter of "Lovely." I'm not even gonna lie, I'm not too happy with how this last chapter turned out. I feel like I did Alastor slightly OOC, so look out for that...

However, I won't have much time to write soon considering the fact that my education is being elevated towards my dream career. I'll try to write here and there when I feel like it but no promises. Anyways I hope you enjoy this last chapter! 💜)

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It has been two weeks since Alastor appeared in your bedroom and humoured you in a game of Uno. Two weeks since you had revealed your Mother's date.

Two weeks since you had last heard from him…

The first day it happened you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Pretty sure that he was busy with Overlord activities that interfered with his visits to you, he had told you once that demons don't really need sleep but that doesn't stop them from becoming tired at certain points, so you assumed that he was just too tired to check in that night.

Until he didn't check in the next day…

Or the day after that…

By the end of the first week, it was safe to say you were worried about him. You hadn't received anything from Alastor and there wasn't any other form of communication to see if he was alright.

As the second week rolled around, you did your best to push your worries of Alastor to the side as you had to lock in on your studies. Mid-Terms were coming down the pipe and you were already stressed with the fact that you were waiting to hear back about a scholarship from your dream school. If you were granted such a large sum of money, you could be rid of your Father by next semester. You already had a plan to sneak away, moving out in one day while he was at work only to come back to find nothing but a letter on your bed that said, “Fuck you.”

Just the thought of it filled you with a sense of hope you hadn't had in a long time. Finally, your life could be yours again and you would make sure he would never ever come near you again.

Monday came and went, Tuesday was irritating, Wednesday was filled with some self care, and Thursday was the big day. At this time, you still hadn't heard from your favorite host. Sadness began to creep in your mind as you thought that Alastor may not have been true to his word and may have abandoned you for not making a deal fast enough. Anxiety licked at your soul from the thought of him deciding to drop you for being no longer of use to him.

The plush that you restored became your anchor, reminding you that such a miraculous thing happened because of it. That you were chosen to meet him, speak to him, and hold some value to him. You placed it in your bag for good luck when you left for class on Tuesday morning, praying to God for his favor as you were pulled out of class by your guidance officer.

As you walked into her office, you began to chew the dead skin off your lip as she handed you an envelope. A thin layer of sweat covered your palms as you thanked her and took it, opening it and unfolding the piece of paper inside as your eyes skimmed the text.

You got accepted…

A sigh left your lips, one you didn't even know you were holding as you re-read the acceptance letter.

You got it!

Tears wield in your eyes as you hug the letter to your chest. This was more than a scholarship, this was life changing, this was liberation!

This was your chance to be free.

The rest of your day was filled with nothing but smiles. That bully that pushed you when you found your Alastor plushie? You told her to kick rocks.

The science teacher that always looked at your ass when you walked outta class and tried fucking your grade up so you'd have to stay for ‘extra credit’? Told him that you had a recording of him and would report him if he tested you like a free sample ever again.

You practically skipped home that day, laughing and smiling as the sun shined down on your face. For the first time in a long time, you smiled at the world and the world smiled back.

You entered your home and did all your chores happily, listening to music and actually singing along for once. As the night fell, you hugged your plushie tightly, thanking God as you say cross legged and began to go over the plans of your escape once again. You had saved up just enough money to cover your basic expenses for at least 2 years on campus, clothes and shoes that you couldn't fit anymore would be sold for more profit.

Sitting your Alastor plushie down on your bed for a second, you turned to his station, hoping he'd show up this time so you could tell him the good news. Sticking your hand underneath your bed frame, searching for a familiar box. A smooth material graced your hands as you pulled out your savings, ready to count how much you had and how much you could add to it over the next semester.

Popping off the lid, you opened up the old shoe box and got struck with a sinking feeling…

Your heart seemed to pause as you looked down into your once filled box, only to see now that it was completely bare.

Fear pounded heavily at your heart as you began to slowly panic. Where was your money?! You never used it or touched it for anything so why was it empty?!

Part of you already knew the answer, but the other part of you dreaded coming to such a realization. Quickly, you reached for your phone and made a call at the bar your Dad liked to visit.

“Hi Donnie, it's me.” You said with a trembling voice, speaking to the manager who remembered you from when your mom was alive. He was a family friend that would come and grill with your Dad during the summer.

“Oh hey!” He replied. “Fancy you to call me today, I was worried about your Pops getting home safely. Is he there by any chance?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart pounding louder and louder.

“Well…” Donnie sighed. “He came in earlier today with a bunch of cash. Ordered drink after drink until I had to cut him off out of concern, he cussed me out to hell and back of course, but I couldn't let him keep going. He said something about going to the strip club downtown even after I told him to just go home.”

Time damn there stopped as you processed the man's words. Your deepest fears were confirmed..

Your deadbeat, no good, scumbag of a father stole the money you had worked so hard for. Every penny you scraped together, every can you picked up to exchange at the dump, the plushies you restored and sold online, the homework you did for other classmates all were supposed to add up to you getting away from him and he stole it..

You didn't realize how angry you were until the sound of the door opening and slamming shut broke your silence. A deep growl left your lips as you politely responded to Donnie’s worries. “He just walked in actually, thanks Donnie, I'll make sure he's fine for the rest of the night.”

You didn't even give him time to respond as you hung up the phone and waited calmly for your Dad to come up the stairs. To say you were pissed was an understatement, to say you were livid was gentle, to say you were going to fucking kill that man? It was your only reason for even putting in the energy to breathe right now.

It didn't take long, about ten minutes for him to come up stairs and practically kick your door in with a complaint. “Hey you little brat!” He slurred, stanking of alcohol and cheap perfume from some floozy you knew he just got done screwing.

“You were supposed to take the trash out, why is it still in the kitchen?-”

“Three thousand, eight hundred and ninety two dollars and sixty five cents…” You said calmly.

“Bitch, don't cut me off-”

“Three thousand, eight hundred and ninety-two dollars and sixty five cents.” You said once again, rising up slowly from your bed as you stepped closer to him.

“Do you have any idea how long that took for me to save? Do you have any clue how much of my work and my time you just threw away on whores and booze?”

Your Father seemed taken back for a second, you had never stood up to him in all your years of living, but now you were furious beyond belief, so much so that you had no concept of fear in this moment. His shock didn't last long however, because he leaned on the door frame and chuckled.

“Yeah, I spent your little savings account. Next time you should try and hide it in a better place. I got fired last week because I kept showing up late and since I allow you to live in my house, I figured I'd see what I could find in here as your payment towards the only thing keeping me from putting you out on the streets.”

Rage filled your mind as your vision seemed to literally turn red as he continued to talk, unbeknownst to him that the only thing keeping your grounded was a twitch in your arm.

“By the way, I also took some things for me to pawn from that ugly ass jewelry box your Mom gave you. Grandma’s ring and your Mother’s jade earrings all went towards this month's rent. Those things are under my roof meaning they belong to me, that includes you too little girl. So unless you want me to break that little face of yours, you'll start treating your old man with some respect--”

It all happened so fast. One second your arm was at your side and the next, your Dad was standing in front of you with a growing bruise on his cheek. It took a moment for you to realize that you had punched him square across the jaw, with all your might you had managed to give him a nasty right hook. So much so that it took both of you staring at each other to realize what had just transpired.

“You little bitch!!” He yelled, pouncing on your and pinning you against your restoration vanity. His hands tight around your throat as he sought to choke the life out of you. You clawed at his hands, garbling out syllables of Alastor's name as your vision went blurry, feeling around the wooden table, you felt something cold and smooth. A strangled battle cry left your lips as you aimed right for his eye, stabbing him with a needle.

He hollered in pain, letting you go to cradle his injury as you tumbled to the ground gasping for breath. Curses left his mouth as he saw you on the floor, blood pouring from his wounded eye as welts formed in his hands from your nails. Reeling back his foot and swinging it right for your stomach, he knocked the wind smooth out of your lungs as he kicked you again and stomped your face.

“You fukkin’ brat! Stabbin me in my eye! After all I've done for you!?” You curled into a ball to protect your face. “ALASTOR!” You yelled, only for your Dad to grab you by your clothes and throw you out of your room against the wall. Your head made a sickening crack against the surface, the force was enough to break the drywall, leaving a fair sized hole.

Quickly, you tried to get up only for him to shove you hard. Forcing you to take a brutal tumble down the steps. “You're an ungrateful little cunt just like your mother! I was glad when that bitch was dead! I know how much you miss her, so I can help you join her six fucking feet under!”

You wanted to cry, so badly as you stood up to defend yourself. Thinking of your Mom’s dying body as you stumble into the kitchen, his steps hot on your trail, you grab the nearby cast iron pan, still decently warm from you cooking dinner, and swung it like a baseball bat. Hitting him right on the side of his head with a digusting THUNK, causing him to fall down, taking some counter items with him as you screamed insults at him, continuing to beat the everloving shit out of him with the pan.

“YOU ARE THE WORST FATHER EVER!! (WACK) YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME!! ALL YOU DID WAS DRINK AND HURT ME!! I WANTED TO SAVE YOU!! (SMACK) TO LOVE YOU LIKE I DID WHEN I WAS YOUNGER!! (WHAM) But you were too far gone for me to have that back..!”

Strength left your body while sobs left your lips, blood pooled on the kitchen tiles from the nasty number you had done on his face. He laid there groaning, but conscious. Large bruises and bumps already began to grow as you stepped back to cry.

You bawled like a baby, dropping the iron skillet far away on the floor. You cried for the love of your Father, for your Mother to be here, for Alastor to come and save you, for anyone to come to your rescue.

But of course, that was too much to ask for…

Your sobs were quickly replaced by a scream of pain. Looking down at your stomach, you saw a large steak knife implanted in your abdomen. A garbled whimper left your body as your Dad yanked the knife out of your skin and let you fall to the ground. It stung like hell and you choked on your tears as he stood over you, looking like the real incarnate of the devil himself.

“One rule of life baby girl,” He said, standing over your body as you bled out. The blood from his eye, dripping in your face. “Never ever take your eyes off of someone your plannin' to kill.”

You watched helplessly as he walked away from you, discarding the steak knife as you mumbled under your breath. He grabbed a beer and an ice pack from the fridge and pulled up a chair, looking down on your slowly dying body as if you were another TV show.

“Do me a favor sweetheart,” He took a sip before sighing. “Say hello to you Mom for me in Hell.”

“..As…stor..” You mumbled.

He leaned forward in his chair in a feign attempt to hear you better. “Come again?”

“Alastor!” You screamed with the little bit of strength you had left in your body.

Your Father laughed. “Callin’ for your boyfriend or something? No one will save you, just like no one saved her.” He took a swig of beer and placed the ice pack over his wounded eye. “This kinda works out though, I've got time to live off of your insurance money for a good while before I’d have to get another job. Then again I might not have too, thanks to you I'm now half blind. Disability checks should be easy to file for."

As you laid on the floor, slowly being soaked with your own blood, you cried and cried as much as you could without causing yourself even more pain. He was right, you were all alone, even in dying breaths, you were alone. A prayer formed in your mind, ready to accept your fate until you noticed the shadows on the walls seemed to be moving.

You chalked it up to your tears blurring your vision until the lights began to flicker and the TV in the living room turned on by itself. Relief swelled in your heart, already knowing who was here.

You watched as your Dad began to look around in confusion. The lights continued to flicker before turning from a warm yellow into an ominous green. Shadows began to trail across the ground towards your body, through your blood as they seemed to stack into a tall, lanky figure.

“The fuck!?” He cursed. Jumping from his chair and backing away as fast as possible.

You let out a dark chuckle. “Looks like I'm not the only one going to Hell, Daddy…”

Slowly, you watched as fear took over him. Static licked at your skin in an almost soothing way while the shadows used your blood to form symbols on the walls and around your slowly dying corpse. Once they were finished the lights went out completely, covering you in a darkness so deep that you wouldn’t be able to see your hand in front of you if you could find the strength to lift it.

It didn't matter though, because as quickly as the darkness came, a bright yellow smile appeared, followed by two crimson red eyes popped up right over your dad’s shoulder. “WELL HELLO THERE!!” said Alastor’s loud, boutrous voice. Your father jumped, running away from the deer’s seven foot stature screaming, “Who the hell are you?!!!”

Alastor sneered. So this was your pathetic excuse of a guardian? He wasn't even close to a man, much less a father figure. A deep anger struck Alastor in the heart at the sight of you on the kitchen tiles. You weren’t going to last much longer in this state and he regretted the fact that a big chunk of it was his own fault.

However, this wasn’t the time to be in his emotions. It was time to finally deal with this repulsive sack of shit the way he wanted to. A dark chuckle left his lips, “The name is Alastor and the displeasure of meeting you is all mine.”

Dad froze.”You mean--?!”

“Yes! That name she kept repeating was my very own and it seems you weren’t…aware of how dangerous my name is.” You listened in the dark as he spoke, hearing the low-growl in his voice as his irritation and displeasure grew. “You see, I know all about every horrible, unsightly, revolting thing you’ve done to her, down to the very last detail.” A scraping sound slowly echoed in the kitchen, paired with the metal taps of Alastor’s shoes as they stepped closer and closer towards your Dad’s buckling knees.

“S-Stay back!” He yelled, only for Alastor to laugh in his face. “I’m afraid you're going to have to try harder than that to keep me away.” Quickly, the man realized that this wasn’t a dream, joke, or hoax. How in the ever loving fuck you mangaed to summon a demon to protect you? He’d never know, but what he did know was that he had to get away as fast as possible from this smiling bastard.

With his body feeling like it was about to give out, he tried to race towards the front door. Running as fast as he could to get away from the deer’s glowing grin. His fingers brushed the cool metal of the doorknob before he felt something slimy wrap around his ankle, tripping him and effectively catching him mid-stride. “Nonononono!!--” He screamed, slowly being dragged back to the kitchen while Alastor chuckled manicaly. “You stupid fool,” he hissed as the man yelled and called for help. “You're not going anywhere until I say so..”

“Let me go, you bastard!” He yelled, struggling in the tendrils grip as it held him upside down by his ankle. Your ears picked up on the sound of scuttling, as shadows morphed into ragdoll servants. Jumping up and down enthusiastically as Alastor dangled your Dad’s body over them. “What the hell are those?!”

“Why, those are my children of course!” Alastor said, using the tendril to hold your father in the air, just enough for the ragdolls to jump and scratch at him. “And as their father of sorts, it is I who has to be the one to provide them with the essentials that any child would need. Love, care, and most importantly…”

“Food.”

A gasp left your Dad’s lips as he dangled helplessly above the large group of demonic ragdolls. He was suddenly aware of their skinny frames, sharp claws, and various sized maws. They giggled as they made otherworldly nosies, jumping up to try and bite at his fat fingers. Even going so far as to climb on top of each other to try and reach him, but everytime they got too close, the wrap around his ankle would yank him up and out of their grasp.

“As I'm sure you know, children can have the most insatiable appetites. With constantly learning, growing, doing my evil bidding, the poor things seem to get famished rather quickly.” Alastor’s voice and footsteps grew louder as he approached your body. You were going pale, as he scooped you in his arms. Even being barely awake, you could sense the sliver of protection omitting off of his person. Placing one of his hands in your pool of blood, he was glad to see that it was still wet, as held you with one arm, he approached the hanging man. Commanding the tendril to bring them face to face, as your essence dripped lazily from his claws. “For the longest time I had been feeding them what I could, but it seems the souls of the damned have just grown old to them. However…” He took a moment to look at the little minions, such egar little things. “It seems they’ve found a new favorite…”

Alastor watched in amusement as he failed around pathetically. Begging like a smoker on the street, hoping that someone would spare him a dime or dollar. Alas, Alastor had no room for mercy, when he thought about how many times you begged for the same thing and got nothing except more pain. You reminded him of himself really, when he was a child and his own father did the same thing to his mother. He remembered her screams for help, for mercy, and how no one ever came to his rescue. It wasn't until his mother had left to go to work that day that he decided to save himself, putting an eight year old nightmare to rest.

You groaned in his ear. Reminding him that he didn’t have much time left before you slipped away entirely. So with a quick swipe of his claws, he wrote out a few symbols on your fathers skin. On his forehead, the other on his hand, he struggled as the man cried and tried to flinch away in pain. It didn’t matter to Alastor though, he was purposely digging deeper into his flesh than what was necessary. Desperately, he wanted to string this man up and rip out his organs one by one. Showing them to his victim while giving a brief synopsis on each one. He was a fat, lazy, coward that drank too much, so chopping him up and boiling him in a stew was out of the question. 

“As much as I hate to cut our fun short, I have some business I must attend to.” Alastor smirked, watching as the tendrils grip was weaning thin. “But fret not! We shall meet again,” With a blink, his eyes had turned into radio dials, his teeth on full display as he stretched his neck forward. “that, I can guarantee.” 

With a turn of his heel, he went upstairs to your room. He’d be damned twice if he let your last moments be on the kitchen floor. Especially since he turned up so late. 

As he placed you in your bed, a funny feeling pulled at his heart. He had set up many of his victims to rest when he was alive, he was extremely particular with women if he had to do the unfortunate to one of them and you got the same treatment. He fluffed the pillows behind you, pulling the duvet over your body to hide the stab wound. He even grabbed the plushie that had been strew on the carpet during your fight for survival, the one you worked so hard on and that brought you together. He placed it in your arms, watching as you gave it a weak squeezee. 

“Darling? Can you hear me?..” He asked, placing his hand over the one you managed to move. You twitch your fingers in response. 

“That's good.” He sighed. Looking around your messy room with guilt. Placing his hand on your cheek, he cradled it with a gentleness he sometimes forgot he possessed. “You did good, Cher…” He whispered. “ I apologize for being late, had I been here sooner. If it wasn't for that blasted, box-headed television..” 

He paused. Placing his fingers over your pulse point, only to find none. He sighed again. Rude of you to leave while he was in the middle of apologizing. Even ruder for you to leave before hearing the sounds of your father’s karma downstairs. He could leave his minions here to shred him down to his very soul, then do as he pleased once he had fallen.  The runes would help with the search. 

As for you? He wasn’t sure if you’d fall or not. If you did, it’d be an injustice. As far as he knew, you’d never so much as killed a fly. Part of him hoped that you had ascended to the pearly gates. That you would have the chance to see your mother again, unlike he did. He hoped you were up there in her arms, happy and protected.

These thoughts clouded his mind as he returned back to the hotel and sat in his office to somewhat morn the loss of you. Despite your short time, he had thought of you to be a breathe of fresh air in a sense. Not too much to where he was blown away, that was Charlie. But just a light refreshing breeze of sorts. A laid back entertainment that he had grown attached to. 

But he had an afterlife to return to. Business to attend, responsibilities to maintain-- a screen to crack--, and things to do. For three days he allowed himself to have a drink for you, to think about you, your charm, and your individuality before snapping back to his normal self the next day. 

Every so often he’d look up at Heaven from the balcony. Wondering what you were doing up there. By now he had found your father, enjoying his time making that man suffer for all eternity. He squealed like a pig and cursed like a sailor. One time he had gone so far as to curse your name, there was a stop put to that immediately though. With a snap of his fingers, your father was being flayed and eaten by his minions. When they were done, the sigel on his forehead would restore his body before being put through that same torcher again.  

He was disgusting, but Alastor knew that you knew that all too well. 

A week had gone by before he knew it. It occurred to him when Angel Dust so enthusiastically asked him if he could bring Uno again for the hotel’s weekly bonding exercise activity. “Charlie may not like it, but I do! Dis time, I’m hopin’ to make ole Whiskers put down some dough. I mean da game is too good not to gamble on.” 

Usually, Alastor would tell the spider to get lost. But at the thought of you, he decided to be nice this time. Bringing the game back as requested. It was a rainy night that night, acid rain to be precise, and true to his word, Angel Dust did manage to back Husker into a corner with money. Now there was a mess between the two and the Princess who was desperately trying to get them to either gamble for snacks or work together to get more money. Vagatha was with Charlie, in trying to calm the two down, while Nifty was zipping around taking a peek at everyone’s hands. Giggling happily about all the tiny pretzels she would win. 

It was a chaotic mess as he expected. He so wished you had told him about more games like this from the land of the living. He smiled, half facade-half genuine as he sipped his coffee with a hand full of +2, +4, skips, and a wild card. Just as he was about to ruin the pair's pockets. There was a frantic knock at the door. 

“Who da hell could be out there so late?” Angel Dust asked. While Charlie gasped, squishing her cheeks. “Maybe it’s a new patron that heard about the hotel?! Let ‘em in, hurry up!” 

Nifty, ever the swift little one, did as Charlie asked and opened the door. Quickly, a young woman ran in with a hooded dress on. “How strange..” He thought. 

“Uh, Hi! Hello!” Charlie cheered. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! The place where redemption is possible. Through hard work and dedication we can help you be redeemed! But all that aside, are you okay? Even for Sinners walking through acid rain can sting alot.” 

Everyone watched as the girl took off her hood, revealing a thick head of puffy wool. “I know, my arms and legs are burning like crazy! But at least this new form protected my face from getting it.” 

Alastor’s ears perked up. That voice sounded familiar, but there’s no possible way. 

“Oh! Did you happen to fall recently?”

“Yes, its been about a week I think. I was trying to get here as fast as I could, but I had fallen all the way on the other side of the city. Asking for directions was a nightmare, but once I got to Cannibal Town, I was directed by Rosie from the Emporium.” 

“Damn toots, you came a long way for some one shot redemption that we don’t know if it works or not.” Angel Dust teased, before being whacked upside the head by Vaggie. 

“Oh I didn’t come just for redemption, I came looking for someone who lives here.” 

“Look, I’ve told you weirdos that I don’t do autographs of da clock!!--”

“Not you!” She yelled. Turning around to finally reveal your face under all that wool. Your species was different and you were a bit taller, but Alastor knew it was you. Those eyes and your facial features had mostly stayed the same, but he was shocked a bit to find out that you had taken on the characteristics of a lamb. 

He chuckled with something that almost sounded like relief if one listened closely. Before standing up from his seat and walking over to you. “Well my dear, it seems we meet again--” 

Alastor's sentence was cut short by the sound of you backhanding his right cheek. It was a perfect struck too, he had bent down to meet your eye level. Everyone gasped as he stood in shock, reeling over what you had just done. Shaking off the hand you whapped him with. You huffed, “I've been wanting to do that since I've gotten down here. Do you have any idea how stressful my week has been?!” 

“First I fell all the way down Mulberry Lane and had to figure out how to get here. I had nowhere to go in the meantime and no money so I had to sleep in the alleyways for a bit, sooooooo many creeps kept cat-calling me! I had to grapple with the fact that I'm a sheep for crying out loud!!” 

While you proceed to rant and scold Alastor as if he was a child, everyone else was trying to figure out how you just pimp-slapped the Radio Demon and survived. 

“Um, Alastor..” Charlie whispered. “Are you sure you know this girl..?” 

He blinked twice before standing back up to his normal height. “Yes, I do and given the fact that she seems to have gone through a lot these past few days, that slap was somewhat expected.” 

“Yeah but still..” 

“And now you're ignoring me!!” You yelled. 

“Alrighty then! Please resume the game without me, I'll return with our new guest in a moment!” He announced, firmly directing you towards the library. 

“Darling, please. Relax for a moment.” He asked, once you arrived. Trying to quell your anger before you made more of a scene. “You must understand, I thought that you had ascended to Heaven. Had I known you were here, I would have done everything in my power to find you.”

You gave him a flat expression. “I made a deal with you to kill my Dad and you thought they were going to let me into Heaven with that..?” 

He shrugged.”It's a technicality, but still. I didn't take your soul, so you being here is an issue all on its own.” 

You curled your lip in frustration. “Yeah well, I didn't go there besides, I would have had to come down here anyway.” 

“Whatever for?!” He asked. Trying to figure out why you said it as if Hell was a pit stop during a road trip. 

“Because..” You mumbled. “I never got to thank you and you never got to say goodbye. Don't get me wrong, this week was terrible. But regardless of you being late or not, you still saved me and made sure I died comfortably.” 

Tears started to trickle down your face as you wept silently from the stress, the relief, and trying to calm down after being in survival mode for a bit too long. “I was scared Alastor, I was really really scared..” 

“I'm aware my dear, but had I known you were in Hell I could have--” 

“No, not just here. When I was still alive..fighting my Dad. I thought I was gonna die alone, I was calling for you and I thought you weren't gonna show up…” You hiccuped. “I never felt so terrified and so free at the same time, but then I got down here and I didn't know what else to do but to find the hotel. I was alone again and it was-!” 

“Terrifying?” He finished for you. Watching as you sunk into yourself and nodded your head. It was then he realized that you've never had anyone reliable to protect you. For so long you've been protecting yourself, but now? He was seeing the breaking point of that and from his failure to keep his word. 

“I understand what your saying, but look around you. You made it here, alive and in one piece. As long as you stay here, this hotel can be your fortress. I will keep an eye on you myself and be there for you whenever you need me. I meant it before, but I certainly mean it now. Besides, there are no dimensional boundaries to keep us apart and you make quite the charming little lamb.” He poked your nose in the middle of your sobs. Finding it funny how you crossed your eyes to follow his finger. 

“I may have failed you before, but I promise it will not happen again.” 

You grinned. Before looking at him with a teary eyed smile, filled with hope and determination for something better that what your life was. Greater than it would ever be. 

“There's a beautiful sight.” He said. It was like watching a rainbow blossom on your face. “You may be sad but you're still smiling.” He placed his hand on your cheek, watching as you nuzzled it.

“Now, isn't that lovely?..” 

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Thank you everyone who has read and supported me through this story. I'm not the best at writing gore, so I had to try and make it work the best I could. If there was something you didn't like or can help me improve on, leave a comment below. Despite the fact that this was a short series, I enjoyed writing it and even with it's mistakes and imperfections, I'm proud of it!

I do plan to continue writing when I can and I hope you all enjoyed this last chapter until my next work comes out. Dunno if it'll be a one shot or a series but, I'm ready to do what I can!

Once again thank you all and I hope to see you next time! Be safe, stay hydrated, and happy! 💜

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[priceyprice]

AGHHHGHGHGH the jealousy's driving me insane on this one (him eating reader out made me feel a liiittle better). I wanna know how Prof!Price would be like if he was the one in reader's place 🤔🤔

[Part one here]

Lawd.

I'm gonna be honest with you, anon. My Prof!Price doesn't get jealous very easily...

But if the situations were reversed, it would be much worse than just a phone call.

For example, a few days ago, Price was in the comfort of his home, grading some quizzes he gave the students about some topic he taught them. Everything was quiet around him, peaceful. Just like he loves.

His lover was sleeping soundly on his couch that was placed at the corner of his office, with nothing but a grey blanket around her after an intense moment the two of them had a few minutes before he started to check the students works.

He went through all the papers smoothly, correcting a few errors and incorrect answers, not faced about the students' papers.

Until he found one paper with something written at the top. One of his students wrote their name with a plus sign and another name inside of a heart.

Of course, it's not the first time Price has seen something like that. He shouldn't be surprised if he compares that innocent writing with other things he has seen written before.

Of course, Price doesn't care about what his students write on their papers. After all, he needed to grade the answers, not the scribbles or drawings.

Of course, he would've let that one paper pass if it was just some random name.

If it wasn't his lover's name written beside another name inside a heart.

Professor Price is not a man who gets jealous very easily. He always knew who he was, what he gives and what he wanted. He'll accept his wrongdoings and fix them, taking his pride aside and putting other priorities first.

So him getting jealous? It's not gonna happen.

That was until she appeared in his life.

He doesn't even know when he started to get jealous of other guys trying to make a move on her lover. He can't help but swallow the desire to go over them and wrap his arms around her and give her the most breathtaking kiss ever. Making a total scene worthy of being the most talked topic on campus for generations.

So, Price would've been furious when he saw the student walking into his classroom after he told him to visit him after the classes. He knows the guy, and he's not a bad student in his class. Just to later find out that his lover had been helping him from time to time, which is why he had good grades.

Limpet, he thought.

Price asked him why he wrote that on his paper in a calm manner, almost too calm. His movements were paused, and his breathing was slow but heavy. If the guy hadn't been so nervous, he would've noticed the little droplets of sweat forming on his professor's forehead.

The poor student was stuttering, trying to explain why he wrote that on his paper. "B-Because I li-... I like her." He said, dropping his head low, not daring to look elsewhere besides the floor, full of embarrassment after just confessing his feelings for a girl to his strict and serious professor of literature.

Just at that moment, Price felt all his muscles tense and his vision getting blurry. His mouth was open, his head thrown back in ecstasy while his brows were furrowed.

Of course, Price would've been mad if his lover wasn't under his desk quietly taking care of a boner she made him a few minutes before the student came through that door, making him come in her mouth just at the exact moment that student confessed his feelings.

[lia-linny]

Who the skz members would be in spy x family

Note: why did i just find out that Han jisung cosplayed Anja?! But anyway... i took that as a sign to do a stray kids collaboration with my favourite anime/manga. Also shout out to my baby @sunshine-lixi. I know you love spy x family as much as i do. 💕

So chan IS Loid. We don't even need to discuss that! Chan would probably be a bit more loving and would never put anya under pressure, but I think the role suits him perfectly. The family father who is constantly stressed out because of too much workload and who never sleeps.

Sylvia Sherwood (redheaded spy) = minho, Sylvia is always calm, cool and always keeps an eye on the plan but at the same time she cares about her agents and the people around her. It's hard for her to show this but she only wants the best for e.g. Loid and shows this in a subtle way like Minho

Changbini is definitely Bond. He may look a bit scary at times but in real life he's a sweet little dogi who just wants cuddles.

Hyunjin is the fashion-conscious Becky who likes to go shopping at the weekend, is a hopeless romantic and always has an open ear for gossip. Try to convince me of something else!

Jisung: Frankie... I'm just saying "jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseoyo" so if someone tells me Jisung doesn't give Frankie vibes sometimes (Loid's best friend who always has drama because he wants to impress some women who end up having a boyfriend) then I don't know.

Felix is a little angel who always cares about others, just like Yor. However, they both sometimes underestimate themselves and are generally a bit insecure. And don't even get me started on their shared cooking skills... (why does Felix manage to bake the most delicious brownies and sets half the kitchen on fire with every other recipe?)

Swungmin is very ambitious and has always good grades just like Damian Seungmin is Jeongin's biggest bully, but deep down he thinks Inie is just as cute as everyone else and just wants to eat him!

Oh baby Jeongin is 100% anya. The one time he had pink hair he even looked like her! He's a cute little student who is loved by everyone but is constantly on the verge of failing and getting one bad grade after another.