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Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Seven: Pansy for Thoughts

Summary: The Host Club goes to an Ootori resort, and (Y/N) and Honey end up in trouble.

            (Y/N) smiled as they floated on their back in the water. When they woke up for school that morning, they hadn’t expected to be dragged to drag to the Ootori Aqua Garden before it’s opening, but, hey, what were rich friends for if not to have new experiences that they weren’t going to afford on their own? So there was (Y/N), wearing green swim trunks and a white swim shirt in the middle of a tropical forest.

            “It’s so peaceful here,” sighed Tamaki happily. “Quiet, no customers to serve, just what the doctor ordered for a young warrior…” He grabbed Haruhi by the shoulders before she could find her way to the exit. “We have splendid tropical birds here, Haruhi. Electronic replicas, too. Know what kind of bird that is? You know, as irrelevant as that really is, it still behooves those who pursue beauty to let our minds wander like this once in a while.”

            “Mine’s wandering and not remotely interested. Can I go home now?” sighed Haruhi. “I gotta do laundry…Though I am curious to know what Kyoya’s family business is really about.”

            “We manage a plethora of enterprises, Haruhi,” said Kyoya. “If they have anything in common, though, I suppose it’s that they all have to do with healing.”

            (Y/N) swam to the sign of the pool and floated at the edge, leaning on their hands and looking at their friends. “Kyoya, could you phrase that in a more mysterious way?”

            “It’s simply the truth,” said Kyoya, smiling.

            “Right,” said (Y/N).

            “Haruhi! Let’s go try the waterslide!” said Kaoru.

            “Where’s your bathing suit? You didn’t pick one from our extensive inventory?” said Hikaru.

            “Can’t you swim?” said Kaoru.

            “I can okay, it’s just that I don’t really care to, here,” said Haruhi, shrugging. “I like wading pools. Dressing for swimming’s kind of a hassle, anyways.”

            “Wading pool? What’s that?” said Kaoru.

            “It’s round. About this big—” Haruhi held out her hands. “—and you blow it up.”

            “That’s an airboat,” said Hikaru. “No such thing as cheap pools. It’s for riding, not wading.”

            “No, it’s a pool, and it’s for kids,” said Haruhi.

            “Naw, it’s a boat,” said Kaoru.

            “Idiots!” said Tamaki, grabbing the twins. “If Haruhi says it’s a pool, it’s a pool! Don’t argue with her!”

            “Haruhi! Come and swim with (Y/N) and me!” said Honey, waving from where he was sitting on Mori’s back while he did all the swimming (against the current).

            “…They do realize they’re doing it wrong, right?” said Haruhi, looking at (Y/N) at the edge of the pool.

            They chuckled. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

            Splash!

            “Hey!” said Tamaki as a stream of water hit him.

            “Here we go, Boss!” said the twins. “The twins versus the king!”

            “Don’t get me involved in such childish things,” said Tamaki.

            “Tamaki, you’re the most childish of them all,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “Hey…” said Tamaki.

            “Haruhi, will you marry me? Now?” said Kaoru, taking Haruhi’s hand.

            Haruhi deadpanned, knowing they were messing with Tamaki.

            Tamaki loaded a giant water gun and fired. “Don’t get fresh with her!”

            “Now we’re rolling!” said the twins, grinning and running.

            (Y/N) looked at Haruhi. “See? He is.”

            Haruhi smiled and laughed lightly. She took a coconut drink and situated herself on a seat. She looked up as Mori got out of the pool.

            “Taking a break?” Mori nodded. “Want a drink?” He nodded again.

            Honey was kicking his feet happily (still against the current), and (Y/N) swam out to hold onto his flotation device and to swim with him.

            “Take this!” said Tamaki. “Side leap beam! Gotcha!” He lunged to the side and fired his water gun.”

            It hit the twins, who shot back at him. Tamaki slipped on the water and fell into a pole. His shoulder hit a lever situation, and a loud thunk echoed. Instantly, the water surged to life, and a wave loomed over Honey and (Y/N).

            “Eh?” said Honey.

            “Honey!” said (Y/N), grabbing him as the wave hit them. The water smashed them into the water, and they were propelling downriver.

            “(Y/N)!” shouted Haruhi.

            “Mitsukuni!” shouted Mori. He dove in, but the other current caught him and pulled him back to shore.

            Kyoya stood instantly as the water washed (Y/N) and Honey away.

            “Kyoya, we gotta shut it off!” shouted Tamaki.

            “You broke the lever!” snapped Kyoya.

            “I’ll go after them myself, then!” said Tamaki, running towards the jungle. He screamed and jumped back as alligators snapped at him from the water and piranhas swam beneath his feet. He screamed and jumped back into the twins’ arms.

            “Hm. Alligator’s roaming loose creates difficulties, the piranhas need rethinking, and the controls for the currents need to be moved.” Irritated, Kyoya wrote quick, curt notes in his notebook.

            “We’re test subjects?” said Tamaki, sweat-dropping.

            “Of course,” sighed Haruhi.

            “I know the direction the current took them. Let’s start moving,” said Kyoya, turning to face the jungle.

            “Want to tell us what else we should be watching out for, Mr. Vice-President?” said the twins, hands on their hips.

            “We’re in the jungle zone by the south gate. So there may be—” rain started to pour “—squalls.”

            “Quick, to the hut!” said Tamaki, gesturing to the small pavilion.

            The hosts ran in to escape the rain.

            “How long is this going to last?” said Kaoru. Poor Mori was staring, forlorn, at the rain.

            “A moment. It’s already letting up,” said Kyoya. He was waiting for a chance to leave as intently as Mori.

            “Okay, everyone, ready?” said Tamaki.

            “Right, Boss,” said the twins, holding up their water pistols threateningly.

            “Right.” Tamaki held up a map. “Here’s the layout of the garden with our current position. We figure Honey and (Y/N) will wash up at one of these two locations. Either here or here. We gotta cover at least two square miles!”

            “There’s a lot of unspecified areas…” Haruhi looked doubtfully at the map.

            “They haven’t been developed yet,” said Kyoya.

            “Alright, here’s the situation,” said Tamaki. “We must plunge into the jungle, rescue Honey and (Y/N), and escape! We’ll take two teams—”

            “Follow me,” said Kyoya, walking into the jungle without waiting for Tamaki to finish his ridiculous, dramatic plan.

            “Hey!” Tamaki pouted and ran after them.

            “Hustle it, boss, or you’ll get left behind,” called the twins.

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            (Y/N) pulled themself out of the pool and groaned. Their bruised shoulder hurt, and now their leg was scraped from being tossed around by waves—they were really doing great. The cuts were shallow but stung uncomfortably.

            “Are you alright?” said Honey.

            “Yeah,” said (Y/N). They were able to move just fine, these were the same types of minor cuts and bruises they used to get as a kid running around and playing. They looked around themself. “We should try to get back to the others. Who knows what the Ootoris put out here.”

            “I’ll keep us safe!” said Honey, beaming.

            “Thanks, Honey,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “And Mori and Kyoya and the others will be trying to find us, too, so we’ll be okay!” said Honey.

            “We all know how much Mori worries about you,” they said, smiling.

            “And Kyoya will be worried about you,” replied Honey.

            “What do you mean?” said (Y/N), frowning.

            Honey smiled. “He’ll be looking for you. You’re his favorite.” He turned to face the jungle. “Let’s go!”

            (Y/N) stared at him in surprise, frowned, and followed.

            His favorite, huh?

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            “Mori fell in a ditch!”

            “Who would’ve thought?!”

            The twins stared as the normally calm and composed Mori tripped and fell into mud. He stood, face still emotionless, but everyone was aware of him not acting like himself. He was worried about Honey and being separated from him, of course.

            “He and Honey are childhood friends, right?” said Haruhi as she considered the situation.

            “They’re cousins,” said Hikaru and Kaoru.

            “The Morinozuka family has served the Haninozuka family for generations,” said Kyoya.

            “However, marriage blended the families two generations ago, so the hierarchy should now be inoperative,” said the twins. “That hasn’t stopped Mori from sticking with Honey, though.”

            “Or his young brother from sticking with Honey’s,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “I figure that loyalty is in the blood. It comes naturally,” said Tamaki, smiling fondly. “Such a sweet tale!” His moment of deep thought was over, and he dramatically teared up.

            “Mori,” said Haruhi, looking at the taller boy. “Honey’s alright, you know. They both are. He’s small, but he’s tough, and there are coconuts for them to eat if they’re hungry.”

            Mori smiled slightly and patted Haruhi on the head. Haruhi smiled at him.

            “Is Mori taking over for dad?!” Tamaki couldn’t believe it.

            “Not from you, Boss,” said Hikaru, unimpressed.

            “You have nothing to fear there,” said Kaoru, equally deadpan.

            Kyoya was still walking, and his phone rang. He tsked, busy, but he picked up as he saw a worker’s name. “Hello? We have a situation. Well, it’s a little complicated. Yes. Send a search party. The river at the south entrance. Yes. And make it snappy.” Kyoya hung up and looked back at the group. “A search team’s on its way. They’ll do a better job than we can. Let’s go back to the gate so we can—” He paused. “Where are Mori and Haruhi?”

            Kaoru, Hikaru, and Tamaki’s eyes widened. The pair had disappeared into the jungle, too. An irk mark appeared on Kyoya’s forehead.

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            “I wonder just how far we ended up from the others,” said (Y/N), frowning as they and Honey kept walking.

            “Takashi isn’t far,” said Honey, smiling.

            What, do they have cousin sixth senses? I thought only twins had that, thought (Y/N). However, as they walked, they did hear shouting.

            “Put that boy down, sir, now!”

            Honey and (Y/N) ran forward at the aggressive orders and spotted Mori, holding Haruhi, surrounded by Ootori police with guns.

            “Oh my god!” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

            “Wait a sec!” said Haruhi as the police pulled her away from Mori.

            “You’re safe now, son, the situation’s in hand,” said the police.

            Mori narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled Haruhi back since she clearly wasn’t trying to go with them.

            “He’s resisting!” shouted the police. “If he persists, prepare to fire!”

            “Honey!” said (Y/N).

            Honey was already in motion. He jumped, grabbed a vine, and swung into the clearing. “Takahi, Haruhi, duck! Hyah!”

He kicked the police down. Haruhi’s eyes widened in shock as she watched Honey, the tiny, sweet third-year everyone loved, kick the Ootori police’s ass.

            “Jeeez, what a buncha weaklings!” said Honey. He puffed out his cheeks. “Don’t pick on my friends, y’hear? That’s a no-no!”

            “I don’t think they can hear you,” said (Y/N), looking at the unconscious men.

            “(Y/N), you’re alright!” said Haruhi, smiling in relief.

            “I think you were in more trouble than I was,” laughed (Y/N).

            “Haruhi, are you okay?!” Tamaki finally caught up and immediately ran to Haruhi.

            “Wha…Oh, Honey handled things,” said Kaoru.

            “They’re knocked out. Okay otherwise,” said Hikaru.

            “Honey gave them the usual,” said Kaoru.

            “Good to see you and Honey, (Y/N),” said Hikaru.

            “I really don’t think we were the ones in danger,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “You know how Honey is.”

            “What are you talking about with Honey?” said Haruhi, frowning.

            “You don’t know?” said (Y/N). “The Haninozuka are a famous martial arts family. Honey’s a national champion in judo and karate. Mori’s a national kendo champion.”

            Haruhi’s jaw dropped open. “No way.”

            (Y/N) chuckled at her reaction.

            “You were Haruhi’s most noble protector, Takashi,” said Honey, patting Mori on the head (Mori had bent down). “Not too lonely while I was away, were you?”

            “Not really,” said Mori quietly.

            Honey smiled and hopped onto his back. “Okay! Piggyback me to the exit.”

            Kaoru and Hikaru sighed. “We didn’t even get to enjoy the park. It’s a school night, so that about does it.”

            “I want to go to bed…” sighed Haruhi.

            “Me, too,” said (Y/N). That had been enough excitement for them.

            “Say, we could do a beach for summer vacation,” said Hikaru and Kaoru. “How’s that sound?”

            “Why would Haruhi be interested in that?” said Tamaki, huffing.

            “The beach…” Haruhi hummed. “I might want to go to the beach.”

            “No, Haruhi, what?!” Tamaki was ashamed that the twins had come up with an idea she was happy with.

            “I’ve always found these fancy-schmancy artificial places a major turn-off. The sea is beautiful and real.” Haruhi smiled. “I like the idea.”

            “Then I guess it’s the beach next time,” said (Y/N), smiling as they headed towards the exit.

            “(Y/N),” said Kyoya, stopping them from leaving. “You need to get those cuts disinfected.”

            “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it when I get home,” said (Y/N) as their friends headed to their cars. “I’ll just get a ride with someone—”

            “I have first aid in my car,” said Kyoya. His was pulling up outside the water park. “We can handle the scrape now while you get home.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Alright.” They weren’t going to argue with Kyoya (no one won against him).

            (Y/N) followed Kyoya to his car, and he told his driver (Y/N)’s address. No sooner were they inside than the car sped off, and Kyoya opened a compartment to pull out a first aid kit.

            “Show me the cut,” said Kyoya.

            “I can handle it myself,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Show me,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) sighed and put up their leg. As they had said before, no one won an argument against Kyoya. The easiest thing to do was just listen to him.

            Kyoya looked at the shallow cut down the front of their knee. He dapped a cotton ball into the isopropyl alcohol bottle and dabbed it against (Y/N)’s knee. They grimaced at the sting of the alcohol against their cut, but Kyoya kept a steady hand on their knee to keep them in place as he dabbed. Silently, he reached back into the first aid box and took out antibiotic ointment. He patted a bit around (Y/N)’s cut before finally putting a band aid on it.

            The entire time, (Y/N) watched silently. What were they supposed to say? That Honey’s words about them being Kyoya’s favorite were bouncing around their head and they were curious about whether it was true?

            I have no reason to be jealous, and yet— And yet the feeling of him taking care of them was undeniably nice. Oh. That’s a…new thought. There had been a lot of those recently.

            “There,” said Kyoya.

            (Y/N) put their leg down. “Thank you, Kyoya.”

            “Do try not to wander off when we go to the beach. We can’t have you getting lost again,” said Kyoya. That was his version of “you’re welcome, but don’t make me do this again.”

            Or, said (Y/N)’s head, his version of he was worried.

            (Y/N) ignored themself and smiled. “You can blame Tamaki for this one. But don’t worry. I won’t. You won’t have to fix me up again.”

            “Good. I prefer not to,” said Kyoya. He had been a bit worried, after all.

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Psssst, it's me, J, I may have a wonderful little request, but may I offer

Leona x ray of sunshine nonbinary reader, with top Leona trying to corrupt the reader with any kink of your choosing?

Oh, my dear, you have no idea how much I adore corruption~ This one may be a bit longer, but nonetheless, please enjoy~

Title: A King's Corruption

Characters: Top!Leona x Bottom!Enby!Reader

Contains: corruption, rough sex, choking

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Hey...I wanna try something new."

Leona gazed down at you from his hovered position, arms resting on either side of your head. His expression was serious but laced with hesitance. You two were in Leona's bed together, his large blanket over the both of you as if to cover the devil's dance when he asked his question.

"Oh Leona, of course! You know I don't mind trying new things with you." You softly smiled, gently caressing his face to further reassure the beastman. "What is it?"

"Well...it's a couple things but...first. I was wondering if...I could go rougher tonight."

He was always gentle with you. Despite his demeanor, he always played with you like you were fragile, and you didn't mind it. You adored how soft he could be, how careful yet filling he felt when thrusting into you. Though you had to admit, you felt as if something could be done to spice that up, you were just unsure of how to bring it up.

Though this didn't mean you were without hesitation. "Well...rougher how?"

"I'm...not sure? I just...I want to use my hands a bit more, move harder..."

In all honesty, you weren't sure how you would feel about this, but instead of shutting him down, you replied, "Let's try tonight. Nothing crazy, but you can use your hands a bit more, okay?"

---

Leona carefully thrusted into you, his speed his typical, gentle pace, though this time he had your wrists pinned with his hands, the tips of his claws pressing ever so carefully into your skin. The air was full of sound, moans and gentle skin slapping.

"L-Leona~"

You had to admit, being pinned like this was quite blissful. Despite his gentle movements, you felt at his mercy, and it was quite exciting to feel. This was definitely more than okay with you now, considering just how incredible it felt under his hands.

Then, without thinking, you uttered, "H-Harder...~"

Leona's thrusts sputtered before stalling, as if he had to reach deep within himself to keep control. "A-Are you sure?"

You nodded with a hum, more than certain.

Though you consented, Leona was still careful as his roughness increased, yet that small bit was enough to pitch your moans, your head digging into the pillow. Who knew such little changes would feel so pleasant?

"F-Fuck~! L-Leona~!"

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Whenever you two were together in bed, a little bit would always be added at your approval. At one point, Leona had brought up the other thing he wanted to do, which was choking. Now that one you were hesitant on, but after your trial sessions similar to the roughness tests, you found that it was just as exhilerating. Throughout it all, you had wondered why you never brought it up before, or rather why you couldn't, but you were always greatful that Leona did so, saving you the trouble.

It wasn't until one night, after many many nights of boundary testing, you two were once again in Leona's bed. He was moving at a pace and roughness that would make demons blush. His hands clutched at the bedsheets beside your head, growling and panting as he fucked your hole with wild abandon. The way you screamed his name had urged him on so much that he was practically feral.

"L-Leona~! S-So good~ S-So fucking good~!"

Though one thing he wasn't expecting just yet was for you to grip at his wrist, startling him to let go of the sheets as you directed his hand over to your neck, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

His heart throbbed with desire, his cock twitching inside of you as he gripped the sides of your neck, cutting off the bloodflow to your head as it gave you a blissful, fucked out expression. This was what he wanted to see. That sweet face he saw everyday, that sunshine-like, sweet person, reduced to a cock hungry mess.

Leona released your throat, giving you a moment's rest before gripping once more, slightly tighter. He gave a breathy, gravely chuckle as he watched you squirm below him with pitching moans.

"Y-You're doing so good for me~ Now...l-let's get you to cum like this~"

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HEYYY NOBU!!

Can I request Vampire!Reader x Scaramouche? Can be sfw or nsfw! I love the way u write for Scaramouche 🫶🫶

✿ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙚 ♡︎

characters: scaramouche x nb!vampire!reader

warnings: biting, blood, modern au!!, suggestive but nothing too explicit, scara being a masochist, also he has wet dreams and dirty thoughts so scaranation we winning

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to think that i used to listen to chris’ “i want your bite” when i was 8 or smt. maybe that’s why i have biting kink sm

scaramouche, the famous, pretty boy from sci-com class, who ALSO happen to be your roommate is a pain in the ass for short. always nagging you to make him coffees, food, snacks. always stealing your much more larger clothes to wear them. yep a pain in the ass.

but one thing that’s even more annoying than you two’s constant bickering, tussles and fights is how nosy he gets. especially when you’re suffering from not having been eating for some time.

whenever he just gets all up in your personal bubble, showing his nose up your business, jabbing a finger to your chest, you just want to throw him down on the floor, tear off his shirt and forcibly take your fill.

gods those days are the hardest. especially when the short male just keeps taunting you while having that damned fucking smug smirk on his pretty, porcelain face.

the amount of times you’ve imagined of the smug little guy turning into a defenseless, hopeless, whining mess with flushed cheeks and blabbering nonsense is uncanny. if anyone were to ever find out of these fantasies playing in your head, they would think you’re some kind of a pervert or just obsessed with him. which they kind of aren’t wrong but you got dignity to keep.

however scaramouche also had his fair share of troubles and fantasies like you.

every human are born with fanged teeth, the short guy knows that but he just can’t help but notice that yours seem much more sharper.

whenever he thinks you’re not looking, his dark indigo eyes would travel to your lips. patiently waiting, watching, staring at the sharp canines to poke through when you would open your mouth.

maybe that’s why scaramouche enjoys picking fights with you so much. so he can cover up his hopeless stare with a glare, eyes locked on your mouth, fangs bared.

and it’s because of that reason, scaramouche had found out he has another kink. biting kink. more specifically, being bitten by your sharp canines.

during class, in the morning, waiting for the washing machine to finish drying up his washed clothes, he’s constantly daydreaming about you.

of you getting so fed up with him one day during your daily fights that you would just snap and force him down. pinning his hands and neck down on the floor with your much more bigger, rougher hands before biting down harshly on the sensitive juncture between his neck and shoulder.

breaking the pale, smooth skin, causing it to bleed and for him to claw at your back, making him whine and sob with a mixture of pain and pleasure. biting down so hard until the skin breaks and blood trickles from his neck while you lick them clean, making him arch his back with a filthy, slurred moan of your name.

his face would flush an embarrassing shade of hue, jaw clenched tightly, legs starting to rub together as his daydream get carried off, turning into something more explicit and sinful.

and that is when his small fantasies would get ruined, by the teacher calling his name, the loud constant deeps of his alarm or by the annoying fucking tune that plays whenever the washing machine ends.

fuck, he wanted your bite.

perhaps that desperation is what led to him being more pushy when he entered your shared dorm room today.

throwing his bag towards you with false anger, hissing out cusses after another, dragging up an old mistake and jabbing it at you. twisting your words of defence, using it against you with hopes of you just finally fucking breaking and just pin him down and forcefully break him in half.

and his hopes get fulfilled.

your [c] eyes getting dark and cloudy as if in a haze, your rough hand grabbing at his throat before throwing his tiny body down on the bed with some noise akin to a growl escaping between your clenched jaw. pinning him down on the soft mattress, glaring down at his dark indigo eyes with pure anger.

fuck, you were so hot, scaramouche couldn’t help but let out a low whimper like a pathetic little mess. small hands and slender fingers coming up to wrap around your hand that’s choking him with a faux anxiety. heart thrumming wildly in his ribcage.

“you better not struggle for your own good, you little shit. i decided to put up with your ass for far too long and i think it’s about time you get put in your place” he let out a high pitched noise, similar to a squeak, at your words.

finally. finally his daydreams get to come true! fuck, you made him wait for so long!

the purple head’s fantasies always highlighted this scene. him always wondering how it would feel, how your breaths would make him shudder, how your fangs would pierce his skin but none of his dirty thoughts held a candle to the moment.

a soft moan tumbling out of his mouth when you licked a long stripe on his neck, the soft pants of excitement and fear turning into a mewl of pleasure when you bit down.

sharp canines piercing his pale skin, pushing in more before breaking the skin, digging deep into the flesh. causing scaramouche to arch his back up into your body, seemingly begging you to bite more more more!

a sinful mewl and sobs of pleasure coming out of his mouth. tiny body shaking and twitching from the mixture of pain and pleasure, hot tears starting to gather in his eyes before slipping out. smudging his perfect red eyeliner but scaramouche didn’t care.

it just felt so good and he wanted more♡︎.

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𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? II (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel X G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; implications of Abuse/Manipulation

Word count ; 5.9K

Summary ; You and Rosie are on an outing together, purchasing clothing and eat a meal together! Little did you know you were about to start a new chapter in your life.

⁀➷Prologue, ꕥ chapter I, ꕥ Chapter II

The grass excels a beautiful green color as it gently flows with the breeze, allowing it to pass through with multiple leaves and petals that have fallen from the mixed trees. The different trees sway softly as they sunbathe underneath the tropical sun. There’s a soft smell of grass and flowers that beams through the air. 

The park is as empty as ever— not a sound can be heard. The flower gardens are overgrown and the benches are on their last leg, as vines have taken over the majority of them, painting them in the colors of nature; with the orange slowly but surely fading away. 

Your eyes stare at the photo of Minori, Yuki, Rinku and you.. standing in this park on its dock with big smiles on your faces. You look so happy.. 

They look so happy.. you were at peace when you were with them.

You can still remember the scent from the picture, even if your only looking at it. You smile sadly at your phone, you miss them, you really do but your mother has restricted you from seeing them under the exam-season. Yes, you may have not obeyed that rule as you’ve been meeting them in secret, but it still pained you that you weren’t allowed to be with them. 

According to your mother they were ‘bad influences’, due to them not being ‘study motivated’. 

You have tried explaining to her that you did help them by tutoring them, she got very angry — or maybe annoyed was the right word? Either way she told you that it would stunt your own development if you needed to assist others all of the time instead of focusing on my own studies. Her claims were ludicrous, but she is your mother after all, and they.. do know best. 

Your eyes scan the photo, it looks so cheerful, you were all doing silly little poses while smiling. The matching flowers you all decided to wear in your hair blends very well with the cherry blossom leaves falling in the background of the photo. The screen light is the only thing you can focus on right now, as the ends of your bittersweet smile can only grow. 

That day was one of the best days in your life. You were able to clear your head, be away from your studies and you were able to be with your friends. It was an actual dream come true and you wanna go back to that moment.. maybe if you just space out you can relive that moment..

“[Name] what are you looking at, dear?”

Her smile is sweet, offering you your false sense of security like she always does. Or maybe it is real..? 

You snap out of your day dreaming state, her voice fills the empty air as she speaks your name. Your vision blurs and you blink helping you regain your vision whilst putting your phone down — looking around. 

You are standing in a darkened room, it’s filled with quiet whispers as they look at the different exhibits. Wait.. weren’t you just at home? When did you go to the art exhibit. You can’t seem to remember anything as your eyes fixate of your mother remembering her question.

“Ah, i was just looking at the time”

You pause before you continue,

“I know you allowed me to have a study free day so i could join you at this art exhibit, and i am thankful that you wish for me to broaden my creative mind! So i was only checking the time making sure we didn’t have to go home anytime soon!”

Lies, lies and more lies drip through your teeth, it’s like your whole life is built up on lies. Lies to please her, lies to please your mother. You feel your own body enter a dull state, slowly draining all your emotions like a puppet on a string, your eyes feel more dull, you can barely remember if you have blinked at all.. you force a smile as your eye twitches, luckily your mother didn’t notice.

“I’m glad you are enjoying your time here, honey! How about we take a look at that painting over there?” 

She asks you; looking at you expectantly awaiting a response.

“Yes mother, let’s! It looks quite lovely from over here.”

Her face turned into a pleased expression clasping her hands together as she begins to make her way towards the painting. You follow — having your hands intertwined as they sit in front of you. You keep a steady pace as you follow her, hearing a tap with every step you take. You swiftly make your way to a small crowd of people admiring the displayed painting.

You squish yourself into the crowd surrounding the painting. It reeked of perfume, it made your nose scrunch up as you felt the different fragrances collide creating that horrid stench. You look to your right — eyeing your mother before you follow her gaze letting yours land on the painting. It is a very strange piece.? It has a few lines and circles drawn on it. It barely had any variation with shapes or colors, it was a simple painting only using different shades of greens and blues. How do people enjoy this so called ‘art’? It feels empty, there’s no thought or emotion put into that thing.. there’s no message the art is trying to forward, there’s no eye catching features, it’s a whole lot of nothing. At least from what you can tell. 

You grow restless.. the painting goes from boring to ugly, you don’t want to see it anymore, no. You want to leave.. standing in the crowd makes you feel nervous, it feels as if a pair of eyes are always on you, the feeling haunts you and sends a shiver down your spine. Despite this spacious room and the fact it’s not filled to the brim with people you still fear that you are being watched, making you feel a need to make no mistake. Make no mistake. You can’t make a mistake. Ever. Never ever. Why is the room so wide.. why is it so dark, why is it so cold..? 

You exhale quietly and you swore you were able to see a little cloud form in front of your face due to the chilly air. A voice snaps you out of your strange day dreaming state once again. 

“Dear this piece has such value doesn’t it?”

God, you really gotta stop doing this. Your neck snaps towards your mother’s direction, a forced smile stays plastered on your face. 

“Yes of course, i liked its creative aspects quite a lot.”

Lies, come on just speak the truth!

“Are you ready to move onto the next piece?”

Yes, you don’t want to be here: you wish for her to let you go home.

“Yes mother!”

You escape the rich scent making your way out of the crowd. 

Clack. That sound echoed though the venue as the picture perfect mother and child makes their way to another painting, this one only had a few people admiring it and you mentally relaxed ever so slightly — knowing it won’t have that rich people scent all over the place. Your mother and you finally reach the painting, your eyes land on the colorful canvas and it reminds you of something. 

The painting resembles a beautiful flower that’s placed inside of a vase, that is on a cozy wooden table. The flower in itself struck you with such a spesific feeling, like something you’ve seen before. It has such gradient colors and this is something that pulls you in. You could tell that the artist has put their heart and soul into this and there is definitely some kind of message that you might not be able to decipher — but you knew that this painting was something special.. Wait a minute.. 

It’s as if a puzzle has been solved inside of your brain, a certain piece of said puzzle that has been misplaced finally finds its place. This flower is recognizable due to it being the same flower you and your friends were wearing in the picture! You feel a strange wave of happiness sending throughout your body, you feel like you’re back in control it’s you now, it’s really you. Like the strings have been lifted but you lifted them on your own.

“Oh my god, [Name]? I never knew you were into art, what are you doing here!”

Arms wrap around your shoulders as you hear a chuckle, they spin you around only to lock you in a hug. Your eyes lay upon the figure who’s hugging you, it was the one and only Yuki. She normally isn’t this affectionate, but it’s probably due to the fact you haven’t been able to meet her a lot recently. 

“Oh, dear is this a friend of yours?”

You freeze in Yuki’s grip feeling her arms gently let go of you, freeing you from her warm embrace. You don’t want her to meet her, what if she.. disapproved.?

“Yes mother, this is Yuki!”

You pause before you stand in the middle of the two your eyes mostly staying on your mothers. 

Her snake eyes — eye Yuki up and down with a judgmental look before her face softens up and she smiles calmly.

“Hello there Yuki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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Your body leans against the oddly comfortable mattress in your newfound room. You had been in Rosie’s care for a few weeks now and you have grown quite fond of her. Rosie has always been such a darling to you, prioritizing your needs over her own. She has helped guide you throughout hell and there’s quite a lot you had to learn. 

You made sure to jot down the most important parts in a notebook, just in case. Your fingers trace alongside the surface of the notebook, it had a black cover with a rose on it. Allowing your thumb to fall on the cover of the notebook, opening it. 

The first page has the headline ‘Important’ on it. The handwriting was a very readable one, something your mother had taught you from an early age

“Having a presentable writing style will make you stand out above the rest and bring you more job opportunities”

Gosh, you really need to stop thinking about her, she isn’t here anymore. She isn’t here. Is she? You are your own dependent person now, heck Rosie is more of a mother than she ever will be. Your strings have been cut and you are no longer her puppet. 

You’re grateful for having Rosie take care of you, really. But the freedom hell was able to provide you was an overwhelming sensation to say the least. 

Before you fell down to hell your mother controlled your whole life, from your clothes to the actions you made, it was all things she controlled on your never ending stage. 

It was like you were acting in a one man show — creating the most pleasing stage performance to the person you were supposed to love and trust the most.

You were tired, really really tired and you had never taken a notice to this until you got an actual good nights rest your first few days here with Rosie. You were forced to be in bed rest by Rosie, and she was not taking no for an answer.  She has brought you meals, decorative items for your room and went to you just to chat about her emporium and other gossip. You listened to her rants, her voice had such emotion, emotion your mother never was able to give you. Rosie and you also had had conversations about the pain in your throat, she made sure to bring you all sorts of foods and drinks trying to help you get better, and within these few weeks it was like you were building up a kind of ‘talk tolerance’. You were now able to hold multiple conversations before your throat gives you the sensation of that sharp pain you felt once you first meet Rosie.

Speaking of Rosie, she wished for you to join her for an outing today. 

You weren’t quite sure what the outing was for but you knew she was going to bring you outside of cannibal town, that in itself is a rare occasion. You swing yourself off of the bed letting your feet land on the floor with a quiet ‘thud’. You stand up and stretch, raising your arms towards the ceiling as you let out a yawn, stretching your sore muscles. You let out a satisfied exhale as you walking over to your drawer hearing a creek sound coming from the creaky wooden floors with each step you take. 

You slip on some clothing that Rosie has been lending you over these past weeks, they might have been a tad big on you, you didn’t mind though. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, admiring your demon features before you fix your hair making you look presentable. You slip on some shoes before you reach out for the golden knob on the vintage themed door. 

Your eyes look back to glance on the room once last time before you leave, making sure to hadn’t forgotten anything, not that you had much to leave anyway..

Once you confirm that there’s nothing you’re leaving behind you twist the doorknob and exit the room. 

You make your way though the darkened hallway, it’s only light being provided by a little lamp at the end of the hallway. Your fingers trace along the cold wall as you walk to the end of the hallway. You really liked the vintage theme to the whole town, it’s just like the history books you used to read and it makes you feel welcome, you used to have a modern home back on earth so this was a nice change of pace. Your feet clack whilst making contact with the wooden flooring, your footsteps are the only thing that can be heard down the echoey hallway, you steadily reach the wooden stairs. Your hand reaches to hold the un-even railing of the staircase as you begin walking down it, carefully letting your hand slide down the railing to make sure you don’t get any splinters. You stumble when you’re at the bottom step and clumsily make an entrance to the emporium. 

You quickly straighten your backs and brush of imaginary dust off of your clothing, wishing to the seven rings of hell Rosie did not see your little mishap. Your eyes scan the area landing on Rosie standing behind the emporiums counter, you feel warm upon seeing her little smile as she counts money, it seems that her shop has been doing very well today! You feel a smile grow on your face as your legs gravitate towards the counter, step after step you slowly get closer to Rosie with your quiet footsteps tapping on the stone like floor. Rosie seemingly was stuck in her own world as you reached the counter and stood behind it, not sure if she was able to sense your presence. You were about to clear your throat to catch her attention but her voice interrupted your actions;

“Ah, [Name] you have finally arrived, you know keeping a lady waiting is very rude now— oh I’m just kidding no need to break a sweat over this dear!” 

She chuckles at her own ranting before she places the money back in the register, her fingers fiddles with a stubborn lock and you decide it’s a good time to ask her what you are even going to do.

“So, Rosie. You have never taken the time to explain what exactly this outing is for?”

You say this wearing a normal expression, but your voice gives you away as it sounds more confused if anything. 

Rosie lights up ever so slightly at the mention of the outing as she clasps her hands together,

“Well my dear [Name], we both know that you have been borrowing a lot my stuff since you have arrived here,”

She pauses wich leaves room for you to input an apology.

“Yes about that I’m sorry Rosie—“

“No no! I do not mind at all, after all if i didn’t wish for you to borrow my things i wouldn’t have permitted you to use them.”

You knew arguing with Rosie about this wouldn’t lead anywhere, she was a stubborn lady who stood her ground, you respected that and honestly kind of envied it. It’s something you were never able to do, stand up to yourself. 

Rosie places a hand on her hip as she continues with a soft look on her face.

“Well the reason for this outing today is that we are going to purchase you new clothing! I believe you would like to wear other clothing than what you are borrowing from me at the moment, hm?”

You have never really thought of it before, you were used to your mother purchasing all of your clothes so getting to borrow some from Rosie was nothing too different. Rosie’s clothing may have been a bit too oversized on you but it was nothing that hindered you, from work or anything of the sorts but you have been a bit interested in the world of clothing, maybe this is a way you’ll be able to express yourself! Maybe a new start? You like the sound of that, the sound of you becoming your own person.

“While i don’t mind wearing this, they are quite comfy after all! It would be nice with something that’s a little more.. me.?”

The end of the sentence trails off feeling like you’re having a hard time choosing the right wording. 

She chuckles and lets one of her hands fall onto your shoulder, patting it before making her way to the front of the counter. Your hands fold as you let them rest in front of you.

“Shall we?”

Rosie says, offering you a toothy smile as you nod. The two of you make your way to exit the emporium.

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The sound of you and Rosie’s footsteps straddling along the sidewalk can barley be heard as demons outside of cannibal town seem to be more indecent, loud fights and conversations followed along with blasting TV’s follow trough out the streets of the pride ring. Your eyes dart around the overwhelming streets. You feel rather tense, staying on guard with each step you take. With every passing second your muscles become more sore as you feel uncomfortable. 

You never knew what to expect from hell.. but this was exactly like Rosie explained it — if not even worse.. 

You feel a slender hand find its way on the small of your back as it makes you stop in your tracks and urge you in a direction to a certain store. Your head swiftly turn only to see Rosie standing there with her normal grinning self looking down at you giving you a reassuring smile. Your head turns to the direction she is urging you in. It was a tailor store, and it was also the only eye catching store on the street as it was the only store that hadn’t been completely torn.. You hesitate before reaching your hand out to the handle. your fingers slowly grip around the oddly long handle.. huh its strangely cold for something that’s in hell. You inhale deeply trying to shake off the odd feeling you’ve got brewing inside of you.

The inside of the shop has a very cozy feeling, it has very fitting colors that reminds you of the Victorian era. There’s very over-the-top fancy decors on both furniture and clothing with golden accents. Your eyes dart around the store landing on different mannequins dressed in all sorts of clothing, from frilly to pointy, casual to formal — there’s a bit of everything in here. 

“Oh this shop has always had such a nice feeling to it, maybe i should ask them to be a part of cannibal town! Haha”

Rosie laughs at her little comment before her eyes dart to you,

“So dear, what do you think? Where would you like to start?”

Her question makes you stop in your tracks, she’s right, where should you start? You could start with shirts? Maybe pants? Maybe accessories — ugh.. this is gonna be harder than you expected.. you consider your options

“How about we take a stroll around the shop? And see if i find something eye catching along the way?” 

She agrees with you as she follows you around the store.

You have a hard time at first, it was difficult learning how to figure out your likes and dislikes. You feel different pieces have different textures and colors, you now have an understanding for your mother who took a long time in stores like these — it was a struggle picking out outfits that would look nice together. 

It takes you a second but you start warming up a little after Rosie points out a few articles of clothing here and there and not long after, you’ve managed to fill a bag of clothes. You feel proud of yourself, it’s your beginning to the new you. The clothing you’ve picked out is very different from what your mom used to choose for you. You were always told as a kid that you were dressing in such an ‘adult’ like-way, little did they know it was cause you never were allowed to choose clothing of your own. 

You take a quick look through the bag feeling that you’ve picked out enough clothing to fill out your wardrobe. Rosie was hesitating — feeling that you could pick out even more but she decided to sneak in a few more pieces just to help you out a little.

When you told Rosie you felt finished with your shopping the two of you went to the fitting rooms. 

You feel the soft fabric of the curtain against your fingers as you open it with a bit of force. Rosie hands you the bag she’s been carrying all of this time and you let out a quick ‘thank you’ before closing the velvet curtain allowing you to change. 

There’s multiple mirrors in the dressing room and it feels so strange being able to see yourself from different angles all at once. You gently place the bag on the floor with a little ‘plop’ before you bend down picking up different pairs of shirts and trousers gently placing them on the little black wooden stool inside of the dressing room. You undress yourself, starting with your shirt, then the rest. You get kind of distracted being able to see yourself in the mirror in such a state, yes you’ve seen your full demon form before but it still strikes you as odd no matter how many times you see yourself. Your hands hover over the shirts before you find one that sticks out amongst the rest as you pick it up. You raise your arms sliding your hands and head trough the holes of the shirts, and as its on you adjust the shirt smoothing out any wrinkles you can find. You smile to yourself, the shirt has a very soft color and it has a few frills adding some volume to it. Now all you needed were a pair of trousers, you find a pair that you see fit with the shirt and slide them on, you can feel the soft texture of the trousers and it is very comfortable. 

You admire the outfit you’ve put on in the mirror, it really suits you and you feel it brings out a whole new side from you. Huh i guess, ‘clothes makes the sinner’ really is true! 

“I’m done!”

You say in a louder tone, a tone audible enough for Rosie to hear but not close to make anybody else believe you’re an obnoxiously loud asshole. 

Your voice tells Rosie that you’re done and her face turns to the silky curtains you’re hiding behind, looking expectantly at it. Your hands grab onto the velvet curtains struggling once again to slide the curtain open, but as it slides open you take a step out of the dressing room, resting your hands clasped together in front of you like you usually do. You were expecting a reaction from Rosie but you were certainly never expecting her to start clapping to the outfit you’ve put together. 

“My, this is definitely better than i expected! It fits you so well, dear!” 

She coos followed along by a chuckle;

“Go on now, don’t just stand there! Give me a little spin!”

You do just that, lifting the weight off of your feet as you give Rosie a gentle spin showing her your whole outfit. 

She keeps on complimenting you and your outfit making you feel embarrassed as your cheeks grow warm. 

“Aha.. thank you Rosie, I’m glad you like it.”

Your words were short but your voice sounded sincere, you are not used to all this attention she’s giving you.. but you have got to admit that it feels nice. 

“Here dear, try this hat on I’m sure it will add  to your look quite a lot!~”

She gives you a playful wink, followed by her hands reaching out for your head, gently placing the hat on you. Your head turns to look into one of the mirrors in the dressing room. You felt a bubbly feeling inside of your chest, you just felt so happy.. you looked so pretty — and it’s all thanks to Rosie letting you be, well you! You smile feeling a little tear build up, but you softly rub your eye and turn back to Rosie with a smile, an authentic smile. 

“Thank you Rosie!”

You chuckle along side with her as she pats you on the back;

“Of course dear, you look lovely!”

Her hands move from your back to your shoulders before she urges you into the changing room once again, she lets go of your shoulders once you’re in the room and grabs onto the curtain.

“Try on those other outfits now! We don’t got all day i still have a few things planned for us!”

You felt very confident after the interaction. Rosie has been nothing but supportive and that doesn’t change as you try on the different outfits. She praises them one by one and it was strange.. you don’t remember placing some articles of clothing in the bag? Oh well, it worked out in any case so that’s fine. When you were done with the little ‘shopping spree’ you felt famished and Rosie suggested that the two of you headed to a restaurant that she had been eyeing for a while, you trusted in her style and the two of you made the way to a restaurants. It was a very classy restaurant and multiple sinners where there, sinners with more money and have a higher status in hell. You may not really be important to hell but you are in important company. You believe you recognize multiple of the sinners there. At one of the tables you believe that Carmilla sits there along side with her daughters, on another table across the restaurant your able to see the Vees— their loud and obnoxious well at least Vox and Valentino is Velvette couldn’t care less it seemed. A sinner came up to you and Rosie bringing the two of you to a table that’s placed far away from Carmilla and the Vees. 

The table presented in front of you seems to be in a more secluded area as multiple tables were empty. You thanked Lucifer for being in a less crowded space. You feel your tense shoulders soften up and only then you realized how truly tense you have been this whole outing. You exhale quietly before pulling out the chair that’s presented before you, it is a very.. normal chair, nothing special like you thought this place would be since Rosie seems to prefer class. You sit down onto the not-so-soft chair. 

“You seem to have finally relaxed dearie, did you not enjoy your free shopping spree?”

She says that with a smug expression on her face as she sits down and crosses her leg over the other.

You feel a bit panicked — swiftly trying to explain yourself,

“No that’s not it at all Rosie! I appreciate your help! Hell is just — hell you know..!”

You chuckle quietly at your own pun as Rosie chuckles alongside you.

“Well i certainly can’t blame you for that, in any case dear welcome to one of my favorite restaurants in hell! Now i do prefer.. meatier meats, i assumed you were not into trying that yet, am i right?”

You nod not really saying anything, and after a second or so a waiter comes up to the table in a strangely good timing. You look at the waiter and they look tired, like they hate their job — you expect to hear a tired annoyed voice as they speak;

“What would you like Miss Rosie and..?”

“Mx. [Name] is fine!”

Their voice was strangely happy as they handed out the menu’s,

“So, what would the two of you like? Or shall i circle back later to take your order?”

You pick up the menu to scroll trough it quickly, there was a lot of options with really fancy names that honestly were hard to read.. but you did regonize some of the desserts.. ‘cheesecake’ ‘Velvette cake’ ‘cupcake’ ‘angel food cake’ hmm.. there is a lot of cake in here— wait! Angel food cake? Sign me up! You softly place down the menu noticing how both Rosie and the waiter was starring at you rather intensely and it made you feel nervous, so you stutter as you speak;

“I..l have the angel food.. cake.” You pause;

“Please.” 

Rosie smiles and looks to the waiter, 

“well you heard the little darling, one angel food cake, and double it!”

The waiter scribbles in their little notebook with their tired face looking more lively now.

“And what would you like to drink”

You felt the day has been kind of tiering, so a simple water couldn’t do you any harm.

“Just some water..”

The waiter nods and glances at Rosie whom just nods quietly telling the waiter she was going to order the same as you. The waiter quickly scribbles on the notebook before taking their leave the two of you to chit-chat. 

Your eyes wander around the restaurant not specifically looking at anything in particular. Time feels — awfully slow for some reason, tick, tock ,tick ,tock.. the clock clouds your brain. 

Its ticking reminds you of the late study sessions, the smell of your room. The god awful smell of cleaning products.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

The day of you dying came back to you. The moments pretending to spare your mother only to murder her in cold blood. You remember her face, it was an expression you had never seen from her before - but you knew it all to well. 

It was an expression you had worn multiple times before, she had made you feel so small.. so little, she got what she deserved .. right? Right. Im sure you’re just being dramatic, she never did you any good! She only feed you, bought you clothes, gave you a roof over your head she even made you meals…. all you had to do was study… no, no that’s not true stop!

“[Name] dear, you’re spacing out again, what are you doing in that little brain of yours hm?”

Your eyes flutter in confusion, your nose has now been filled with the scent of angel food cake, your pupils darted to the plate of dessert in front of you, it looked just like it did back on earth. Your eyes darted to look at Rosie’s and her expression is difficult to read, that’s Strange your normally swell at reading emotions.

“Sorry,”

Your voice sounded quiet and you raised it to a normal speaking volume;

“What were you saying Rosie?”

The lady chuckled at you before lifting a little fork in her hand taking a bit of the angel foodcake before placing it in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she answers your question.

“Well pay attention now, for what I’m about to say is important.”

You nod at her statement letting your eyes remain on the gray ladies pupils as you pick up the silverware in your hand, the fork is small and you slice off a bit from your dessert parting your lips as you try the delectable dessert. The flavor beams through your mouth, it’s a bit too sweet for your taste but it makes you happy. You happily listen to Rosie as you chew on the little treat.

“It has been a lovely time to have you around the emporium, and you have brought me a good business I’ll tell ya that! But i believe it’s time..”

She pauses — you presume it’s for dramatic effect as you keep eating pieces of the angel food cake.

“..for you to go to the hazbin hotel.”

You choke on your dessert a little, your hand reaches out for the water as you quickly pour the liquid down your throat, to wash the stuck piece away. What did she just say. The hazbin hotel? The one she has spoken about before? Redemption? you? — hah no way! 

You have stopped eating now and the little fork you used to hold in your hand has now fallen onto the plate, you don’t react through. Your expression is so confused, scared, surprised a whole package deal.

“Now dear, calm down you’ll be allowed to visit me anytime! I just believe you shouldn’t be stuck in hell for eternity, sure! You fucked up.. yeah you may be flawed, but i can tell that you’re a good kid, [Name]. 

“Even if i don’t believe in redemption, go prove me wrong with that strong will of yours!”

..does she actually mean that, does she believe you can be redeemed? You killed someone, but she still believes in you.. you take a deep breath — inhale, exhale.

“Are you.. are you sure.. i mean I’m not doubting you I’m just— what if they won’t accept me there..?”

Your voice struggles with the sentence you’re not sure what to say.. it all just feels like a big decision to make on a whim. Your hands fiddle with anything they can get their hands on and Rosie smiles sadly at you whilst your eyes dart down to look at your hands.

“I’m sure you will dear, and if anything and i mean anything bothers you, the emporium will always be open.”

Her words were calm, comforting even — but now her words weight on you. You want to do your best for Rosie.. but can you?

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Of course you can.

Your [Name] after all. 

⋇⊶⊰  y o u ?  ⊱⊷⋇

You wave a nervous hand to Rosie before you turn a 180, allowing you to get a good view at the hotel. It is huge but has a very.. strange appearance, also it’s located on the side of the town isolated from everything else— that’s one of the weirdest things ever! You can feel your heart raising as you being walking up to the hotel, one step after another. 

When you are stood at the door you take some deep breaths, come on! You have got this [Name]! You hesitantly reach your hand out to the handle before gently opening the door.

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Sheesh, this was a long one! The author apologizes for the delay on the chapter and would like to say that he will publish chapters around every 2 weeks! He tries his best and nitpicks a lot on his story wich can delay the writing! He would also like me to inform that there’s now a tag list, so if you are interested please go ahead and tell us in the comments!

That’s all I’ve got to say for now, so i hope everyone enjoyed this story-telling session and i hope to see everyone back for more next time! Bye-bye now!

(Thanks everyone for the support on the recent 2 parts of this series, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy reading it and the reblogs has brought big smiles to my face! Thank you everybody sm<3)

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[campeyourdiems]

Hey! I really REALLY love all the David hc's and they are making me into camp for even longer then I thought I would be (been here for four years)! I was really hoping I could get some headcannons of David x S/O (any gender) who just likes sitting on his lap and hugging him while resting theyr head on his chest and/or shoulder? Nothing nsfw just cuddly when they are alone but most of the time stern and stoic with others? (The personality doesn't really need to be included!)

heya, glad you've liked them. :3 i'm gonna be honest, i haven't written anything for this fandom in about a year or more at this point [i'm not really sure] n i haven't entirely been into it for a while. that being said, i've been wanting to try to write more lately, so this is a pretty good excuse to.

David x Stoic Reader who Enjoys Sitting on His Lap

warnings: none

so, it's not super often that David has a chance to really sit down, he spends most of his time standing and running around

the only time he really gets to relax is when the campers are all [supposedly] asleep and in their tents for the night. even then he has a habit of taking walks due to his insomnia.

that being said, if you were to grab him in the right moment, he'd be happy to sit with you.

if you'd like he could play with your hair and stuff, especially if it's something that helps you relax after a rough day.

i will say he was initially a bit flustered by the idea, it wasn't something he'd expected you to enjoy and it was definitely something pretty intimate. that's not to say he took issue with it, of course, he was quite happy with it.

often ends up talking to you while you sit together, though that's to be expected. but if you'd prefer it to be quiet, he'd definitely oblige.

i feel like it's something that'd get him to relax enough to fall asleep at times, especially as you get further into your relationship. probably ends up apologizing a good number of times for it the first time it happens before you stop him.

i think it'd become a nice nightly routine. he still has his walks, taking you along if you'd like, but i think it'd be something he'd like to do before bed.

we all know this man is touch starved as all hell, he's GONNA make time for affection. [when he's able to]

tags:@masquerade-chaos,@invaderan,@artist-ember, @dominusfero

(sorry for the first tag in 50 years, if you'd like taken off lmk)

[wildandsmile]

hi i would love to ask for a fanfic about akito yamada from "my love story with yamada kun" unfortunately the fandom is small so there's not enough smut abt him �� i really have a thing for drunk fanfics where the character takes care of the reader and then they do the boombayah ��� i would love to see more writers write about my man 😞 about his personality i'd say he's a very calm and introverted guy and doesnt show much emotions (lets say hes a pretty stoic guy). Thank u sm 💜

Drunken love

Wc:1.2k

Tw: Grammar mistakes (English is hard man)

An: It’s been a while since I saw the show so I hope I got his character right

Drunk Reader

Yamada is incredibly caring when you’re drunk. He’s the type to hold your hair back while you’re throwing up, make sure you have water and some painkillers ready, and take care of everything else you might need.

He’d even cancel his stream for the day just to stay by your side. Sure, he might lose some money, and his guild members might be frustrated, but none of that matters to him—you always come first.

Yamada is usually quiet by nature, but when you’re drunk, he becomes even more soft-spoken, making sure not to make a sound that could worsen your headache. He’ll stay close, cuddling you and gently playing with your hair until you drift off to sleep. Honestly, it’s impossible not to fall for him in those moments.

When he’s taking care of you, it’s hard to keep your thoughts from wandering. His soft whispers and tender touch are enough to make you melt. And the way he gets so overprotective when you’re not in control—always keeping a hand on you, staying within arm’s reach—it’s overwhelming in the best way. At some point, you just can’t take it anymore.

You call out, your hands fumbling aimlessly, grasping at nothing like a lost child. The room feels disorienting, but soon enough, you see Yamada rounding the corner, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in each hand. He sets them down gently beside you, then helps you sit up, his touch firm yet comforting. Once you're upright, he helps you drink the water, steadying the glass so you don’t spill or drop it. When you finish, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, his voice low and tender. "You're doing so well for me love," he murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips before he helps you ease back down into the bed.Despite the fog of drunkenness, your mind can't help but drift back to him, to the way his touch lingers just a bit too long, the way his words make your heart race. The simplest actions—like drinking water or lying back down—suddenly feel charged, making you feel flushed and restless. You try to dismiss the heat rising in you, telling yourself it’s just the alcohol. So when Yamada returns, sleeves rolled up and carrying a tray of food and more water, you knew it wasn’t the alcohol but you ignored that and focused on the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. It's not much, just a light build, but it's enough to make you ache for more. The sight of him, so effortlessly attentive, only heightens the tension building in you. You can’t ignore it anymore.“Yamada... Yamada... Yamada," you call softly, your voice faint, yet intentional. When he turns toward you, a faint smile tugging at his lips, you extend your arms toward him. He understands immediately and walks over, kneeling down until you're face to face. Seizing the moment, you wrap your arms around him, drawing him closer, and gently press your head into the curve of his neck.” he asks, trying to pull away just enough to see your face. But you don’t let him, instead leaning in closer to whisper softly in his ear, “Mmm, I need you.” He turns his head slightly, attempting to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks, but you’re relentless. You start trailing kisses along his neck, causing him to flinch and jump slightly at the sensation"Come on, we can't not when you like this," he says, trying to squirm away from your grasp. "But I want to," you add as you press your lips into his skin, but he doesn't utter a word until you rub your feet over his hardening cock causing him to hiss and dig his fingers into your ankle. "Fine, if that's what you wanted, I'll give it to you," he says, pulling his hair back with one hand, his eyes now filled with desire and his lips now ghosting across your thighs. "But don't be mad if I keep you up all night ok."

Drunk Yamada

Yamada becomes a bit more talkative and needy when he's drunk, which is quite different from his usual quiet self. He’s also more touchy, so don’t be surprised if he ends up crawling all over you.

Make sure you enjoy it while it lasts, because tomorrow, he’ll be back to his usual silent, reserved self. If he remembers everything from the night before, he’ll probably be even less talkative.

Of course, you take care of him the same way he takes care of you when you're drunk—keeping water and painkillers on hand, cooking nice meals, helping him change his clothes, and everything else.

But naturally, you take advantage of his drunken state to tease him. You might coax him into telling you he loves you or treat him like a child until he’s blushing and a mess. It’s a side of him you don’t usually see, but Yamada doesn’t mind, even if it’s a bit embarrassing.

"Come on, Yamada, just one more time, please?" you ask, pouting cutely.""No, I don’t want to," he replies, his face flushed from both embarrassment and the sake he drank earlier. "You're just going to make fun of me again."I swear I won’t," you reassure him, placing a hand gently on his thigh. But he still resists. Sighing, you pull out your secret weapon. "Fine, I guess I’ll just have to leave you here then." You stand up, preparing to walk away. To your surprise, he grabs your leg and pulls you back. "Fine, I'll say it," he mutters, his eyes wide like a child. You sit back down quickly, pulling out your phone to record this moment. You knew you might not get another chance to capture him like this."I-I love you," he stammers, his voice still a bit slurred from the alcohol. Once he finishes, you turn off your phone, give him a quick kiss on the head, and ruffle his hair affectionately. "See you did such a good job," you say before getting up to go fix him something nice to eat but once again he stops you this time he gives you a lustful look "If did such a good job does that mean I get a reward," he says his hand now dragging up you thigh slowly "Come on Yamada your to out of it for that" you say before going back down to look him eye to eye but he jumps on you before you can speak again catching your lips in a deep kiss your tongues battling for dominance not stopping until you're both out of breath. You watch as the ribbon of saliva that was joining your lips broke, making you quiver with need. In the middle of your heated kiss, he managed to pin you down to the ground, your hands now bound above your head. You look at him, waiting for his next move, but when he doesn't do anything, you take this as your chance to tease him a little more. "Well, you got me down here, so why don't you come and take your reward?" you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. He gives you a short peck before nudging his head into the crock of your neck. "With pleasure," he says with a cute stutter, his lips now ghosting close to your ear, utilizing this opportunity to wrap your calf around his waist. "Well, I'm ready when you are, love."

[xerovampire]

JJK women and the MBTI of their ideal partner

A/N: based purely on headcanons, only included the adults. Male version can be seen here.

Shoko Ieiri: ISTJ, ESTJ, ENFJ

Utahime Iori: INTP, INTJ, ENTP

Yuki Tsukumo: INFP, ISFP, INFJ

Mei Mei: ENTP, INTP, ESTP

Momo Nishiyama: ISFJ, ESFP, ENFP

Yorozu: ENTJ, ESTP, ISTP

[waltywhitey]

Good for nothing

Note: I wrote this before, and when I tried to save it, I accidentally pressed discard. I contemplated ending it for a good moment before deciding to rewrite it. The original will forever be lost media and I am not the same as I was before.

Warnings: mentions of death

Scanning over your papers for the 5th time already, you finally move your gaze to the man across from you -- Lalo Salamanca. The most batshit insane cartel leader and client you've ever had. Wiping sweat off of your brow, you look into his eyes, cold, dark, piercing brown. Although working with him in the past, he's currently under arrest and being charged with second degree murder having been caught in a shoot out between rival gangs.

"Why didn't he go for attempted instead..." You thought anxiously, trying to look at your options again. You could only imagine what he would do if you couldn't fulfill his request. With a labored sigh and slight fidget of your papers, you finally speak up, raising your head to face him fully.

"Señor, do you know how hard it's going to be to get you anything other than prison time?" You plead, hoping he would be willing to take a plea deal of some sort. Sitting in menacing silence for a few moments, he motions you to come close to him. Although confused on what he wanted from you, you complied. Making your way to his side of the table, you stand beside him ready to know what he needs. Just as you were tilting your head to meet his gaze once again, he swiftly cups your waist, wasting no time to closely press your bodies together in a tight hug, his arms encaging you in support.

"Lalo!" You exclaimed, taken aback by his sudden actions. What was his motive here? Why did he hug you now of all times?

Feeling his chest rise against yours and his hot breath on your neck, your face reddened. You stood there for a moment taking in the warmth. Moving your arms to wrap around him, you reciprocate the snug embrace, closing the space between you two even more. Just as you were moving your head to look into his eyes again, you heard a crack, falling limp.

"Good for nothing." He sneered, holding your husk loosely before dropping it to the ground with a thud. Coldly starring at your body, he dusted himself off. He liked you in some way, but you proved useless as of late. Too blinded by your attraction to him, you had to go before you got him life in prison. Moving away from you to walk over to the door and bang on it, he alerted the guard to you unconscious body seeking medical assistance. As they whisked your body away, he knew one thing for certain -- he's going to need a new lawyer.

[froggie-writes-gay-stuff]

Lazy Day Confession

Inuyasha x GN! Reader

Warnings: None :D

Summary: Y/N just wanted to have one day away from their friends, but of course Inuyasha just had to crash. Eventually there’s a confession while they’re eating lunch.

~~~

I just wanted one day away from everyone. Just one fucking day from Kagome & her obsession with Inuyasha, away from Miroku & his flirting, away from Inuyasha & his annoying half demon habits. But of course, Inuyasha had to find his way into my day. Literally forcing himself into my home. The only reason he’s still here is because I’m too comfortable in my nest of soft blankets & cuddly stuffed animals to actually get up & deal with him. Oh & of course he’s being annoying, questioning why I’m like this & not accepting the answer I give him.

“Why are you like that?” Inuyasha asks for what is most likely the 100th time that day. He hasn’t moved from his spot, which is crouching right next to my comfort nest. Pale, clawed hands resting just at the rim of my nest. Dangerously close to invading my comfortable space.

“Because I’m comfortable & I wanted a day alone.” I answer with an annoyed sigh. Finally answering his question with something more than ‘because I am’ & hoping he'll drop it. He perks up at the new answer, obviously pleased that I had finally given him something. His small dog ears twitching on top of his head in what may be excitement.

“Can I join you?” He asks suddenly. He even tilts his head, letting his long, ponytailed hair fall to the side behind him. White strands of hair spilling onto the ground next to him.

“Join me?” I finally lift my head to look at him, he’s dressed in a red T-shirt & some gray sweatpants. He usually wears a red hoodie & some sort of red or black pants so this is a very rare sight. He takes no mind of me finally examining him, which slowly is followed by a raised eyebrow that he also ignores. I know he’s more focused on his task at hand, which seems to be joining me. Fuck.

“Yes, join you. You said it’s comfortable” Inuyasha answers & starts moving closer to me, which means he’s now leaning into my nest a bit. I furrow my eyebrows, already silently questioning him before the words even leave my lips.

“Why are you even here?” I ask instead of answering the question. The white haired man pouts, obviously not liking my response to his request. He obviously just wants in, no more questions, no more ignoring. But I won’t let him in so quickly. I told him I wanted to be alone today, so I deserve an answer before I allow this annoying dog into my oh, so comfortable nest.

“Because you said you wanted to be alone. I assumed you weren’t ok & came to make sure you’d be alright.” Inuyasha answers honestly. This doesn’t surprise me. We’ve known each other since we were young. While he’s oblivious to others' feelings & even most hints given to him; it’s hard to miss such signs on someone you’ve known since diapers. I mean, I’ve noticed him ignoring obvious signs from Kagome. Poor girl likes him, but he doesn’t like her, it seems. Letting out a long, drawn out sigh I give him an annoyed look. Inuyasha’s head perks up again, ears twitching with anticipation. He knows he’s won the battle. He’s getting what he wants. As usual. 

“Fine, don’t mess anything up or I’m kicking you out.” I warn & scoot over a little, grabbing a blanket to throw over him. Inuyasha seems a little too happy to be joining me in my nest as he quickly makes his way into said nest & makes himself comfortable next to me. I throw the blanket over him & get comfortable again, adjusting my position for the male next to me. I watch as Inuyasha visibly relaxes & calms down. Head lolled back, ears in a resting position, shoulders untensed, & a dopey smile on his pale face. His long hair now spills off the side of the nest. A soft smile makes its way onto my face. It’s been forever since we’ve hung out, just the two of us. After meeting the others, we’ve been either around the group or Kagome is dragging the poor guy around. It’s nice to finally just spend a day with him, even if it’s supposed to be my 100% loner, no interactions at all - day.

I turn back to the tv in my room & turn on Courage The Cowardly Dog. Inuyasha & I sit comfortably together as we watch the old cartoon. Throughout watching the episodes of the old cartoon, I had started to lean into Inuyasha at some point. I realize what had happened when the half demon dog wraps his arms around me. I’m immediately surrounded by the never ending warmth that he produces without fail. I don’t move, he's warm, & doesn't smell too bad for once. For once he just smells like his weird woodsy cologne. Though sitting like this with him makes me feel a little guilty. I know Kagome has a crush on him, she’s had one ever since they met basically. However, at the same time I don’t feel guilty. She’s never made a move, the ‘moves’ she has made have been demanding his attention & getting jealous of most girls who interact with him in a friendly manner. It’s mean, I’m aware. But we’re childhood friends, I’m allowed to be weirdly close with the guy I’ve kinda liked since middle school.

“I’m hungry, let’s make some lunch.” Inuyasha’s voice cuts through my train of thought easily. I look up at him & raise an eyebrow. It’s not unlike him to be random & forwards with his hunger though.

“You want to try to cook?” I inquire, not fully trusting this idea. We’re both not allowed in the kitchen most of the time.

“Of course, you like cooking, don’t you?”

“Nope, I’m not allowed in the kitchen when anyone is cooking.”

“Oh, well we can still order something for lunch.”

“Sure, I’ll pick the place though.” I state casually. He goes to protest; however I don’t allow him to & start reaching for my phone. Of course, me being in the nest all day means it can be anywhere which makes me stop for a moment. So, I decide to steal Inuyasha’s phone. Taking it right from his left pants pocket, where he always keeps it. I enter the code, his mother’s birthday, & pull up his Homerush app. I put in my favorite noodle place. I’m not at all surprised to see he’s ordered from there multiple times. He has a noodle addiction at this point. I opt to re-order for his part of the meal & then input my favorite. It takes no time to finish ordering & finally hand him his phone. He checks the receipt & starts fuming.

“You used my card!” He seethes, though it’s obvious he’s not really that mad about it. 

“You crash my alone day; you pay for lunch.” I say like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I get a huff & an eye roll from the taller man, who proceeds to slump into me & effectively crush me. Attempting to move him doesn’t go so well considering he’s stronger than me by a decent amount, & most definitely heavier. With a huff of my own, I relax back into the pillows & blankets behind me & allow him to stay slumped into me for now. After a few moments Inuyasha wraps his arms back around me & moves enough for the position to be comfortable for the both of us once again. We’re back to watching old cartoons & cuddling. Honestly, this is super comfortable. However the nice, comfortable time is interrupted by his phone going off. Inuyasha pulls out his phone & checks the notification. With a groan, he brings the phone closer to his other hand, & subsequently right in front of me. His phone is open to a chat, with who I assume is Kagome considering the name ‘Annoying woman’. It’s obvious that she’s been bugging him to hang out for a while.

Annoying woman

Hey Inuyasha! Are you free today?

I was wondering if you wanted to hangout & maybe get some noodles at this new place in town.

10:00am

Annoying woman

You can just tell me that you don’t want to hang out.

11:02am

Annoying woman

Are you really gonna just ignore me?

1:38pm

Inu

im getting noodles with Y/N

1:40pm

Inuyasha puts his phone on Do Not Disturb before clicking on a notification from Homerush. The tracker shows that the food is close by. With a satisfied sigh, Inuyasha sets his phone back into his pocket & snuggles back into me. I had to do my best not to snort at his response & actions. He can be so childish & rude sometimes.

“Heartbreaker.” I comment as I start playing with his hair. His hair is always soft & seems to be immune to getting knotted, demon hair is so weird. Honestly, playing with his hair is always so calming, unfortunately he doesn't let me do it often, unless he wants his hair braided. Inuyasha snuggles closer, obviously enjoying the sensation of his hair being played with.

“Me? To who? Kagome? I doubt she’s heartbroken over not getting to eat noodles with me.” He grumbles out.

“You can’t be this blind, she likes you.” I get tempted to smack the back of his head for his idiocy, but refrain since I like playing with his hair.

“Oh… too bad, she’s not the person I like.” He comments so casually as he goes to retrieve the food, I assume he could smell it.

“Let me guess, your crush iiiiis kikyo?” I guess, assuming he simply had some feelings for his ex still, who, funny enough, is Kagome’s twin sister. My guess gets a snort & a head shake from the half demon.

“Guess again.”

“...Sango?”

“Hell no!”

“Miroku?”

“Ew.”

“... ahahahah! Is it Koga??” I cackle at the idea of Inuyasha liking his arch nemesis. That just gets an annoyed eye roll from the man who gives me a dirty look for that guess. “Unless it’s Naraku I have no clue.”

“You never even guessed yourself.” He grumbles, finally handing me my noodles & some chopsticks. I stare at him in confusion as I feel my face slowly grow warmer. He plops down back into his spot & looks at me with a done face. “I like you idiot.” He says clearly, making sure I understand that this isn’t a joke. My face grows warmer as I look away & mumble.

“I like you too Inu.” My response gets a huge smile as he leans over & kisses my flushed cheek.

“Then it’s official, we’re dating now.” He says with a victorious nod. He turns back to the tv to continue watching the old cartoon. Normally this is where I should make some comment on how that’s not how relationships work, but he’s so pleased with himself & I’ve wanted to date him for some time now. Sue me. I focus back on the cartoon as well as I eat my noodles.

The next day…

“& then Kirara stole my chicken!” Miroku continues to tell the tragic tale of how Sango’s demon cat Kirara ruined his dinner last night. Sango’s standing to the side shaking her head softly while doing her best not to smile fondly at her fiance. Kagome is standing beside me, doing her best not to laugh at the older man.

“Yo losers!” Inuyasha calls out as he finally shows up. He stands on my other side & wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean into his side as everyone catches on to this new behavior.

“Took you long enough dog boy.” I comment. Sango slowly raises a hand to point from Inuyasha & then to me, & then back to Inuyasha. She does this a few times before finally forming a proper question.

“When did this become a thing?” She inquires.

“Yesterday when he crashed my lazy day.” I grumble with some slight saltiness. I notice Miroku is going to ask an inappropriate question & stop him before he can. “Don’t you dare holy boy, verbalize that question I fucking dare you.” I challenge which seems to work since he takes a step back with his hands up in front of his chest. Kagome seems to be obviously upset with what’s happening in front of her with small tears gathering in her eyes.

“W-what? But wasn’t I being obvious about my feelings for him?” She asks with a slight quiver.

“Well with Inuyasha you have to be upfront with him. Also just because you like him doesn’t mean he’s obligated to return your feelings.” I explain bluntly yet gentle enough to not seem hostile.

“But you noticed right? Why would you…?”

“Kagome, we’re not playing the “I called dibs” game. Plus, I called dibs all the way back in middle school.” I note at the end, I admit that was harsh. The last part catches the attention of Miroku & Sango, however Kagome just nodded slowly before excusing herself.

“You know, sometimes I forget you two grew up together.” Miroku comments as Sango looks towards where Kagome went, debating her next moves. I shrug Inuyasha’s arm off my shoulders & follow her, Sango not too far behind. We find her sitting under a tree in the park we had decided to meet up in. I sit next to her & give her a side hug. Sango sits across from her & takes her hands.

“Heartbreak is hard.” Sango tries to sooth her & says some more stuff. During her comforting prep talk I lean my head against Kagome’s. She rubs her head on mine & sighs. Once Sango is done Kagome offers a watery smile. We sit there for a few more minutes before Kagome states that she’s just gonna head home. Me & Sango walk her to her car before rejoining the boys. We decide to head to a cafe before going to the arcade. Looks like today just became a double date.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance

Saiki Kusuo x Non-Binary! Reader

Book 1

Follows the events of Season One

Prologue: Troublesome "Friends"

Chapter One: Girl Problems and Beach Woes

Chapter Two: Ghosts and Guardians

Chapter Three: Sports Festival

Chapter Four: Safety Drills and Clairvoyants

Chapter Five: Ramen Shops

Chapter Six: Christmas Eve

Chapter Seven: New Year's Day

Chapter Eight: Valentine’s Day Chaos and Movie Night Misunderstandings

Chapter Nine: Mothers and Meetups

Chapter Ten: Traveling to Okinawa

Chapter Eleven: Accidents and Reveals

Chapter Twelve: Insecurities and Sweets

Chapter Thirteen: Punk Transfer

Chapter Fourteen: Festival Display

Chapter Fifteen: Festival Problems

Chapter Sixteen: Taking Teruhashi Out (on a Not-Date)

Chapter Seventeen: Delinquent Run-In and Teruhashi’s Home-Visit

Chapter Eighteen: Karaoke Party

Chapter Nineteen: Toritsuka’s Possessions and Club

Chapter Twenty: Crepes and Breaks

Chapter Twenty-One: Adventures in London

Chapter Twenty-Two: Summer Break Days

Chapter Twenty-Three: Rich Transfer Trouble

Chapter Twenty-Four: Celebrations

Book 2:

Follows the Events of Season Two

Prologue: Relationships

Chapter One: Cafes and Clothes

Chapter Two: Saiko's Mansion

Chapter Three: Cold Days and Warm Hearts

Chapter Four: Cute Girls and Ghost Girls

Chapter Five: Competition and Curses

Chapter Six: Seasick

Chapter Seven: Stranded

Chapter Eight: Raft

Chapter Nine: Misinformation and Memories

Chapter Ten: Fortune-Telling Transfer

Chapter Eleven: Mark of Death

Chapter Twelve: Family

Chapter Thirteen: Festival Competition

Chapter Fourteen: Elderly Project

Chapter Fifteen: Dates and Judo

Chapter Sixteen: Teruhashi's Tears and Rifuta's Crush

Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves

Chapter Eighteen: Evil Spirits and Pranks

Chapter Nineteen: Insecurity and Talkative Transfer

Chapter Twenty: Investigative Transfer

Chapter Twenty-One: Culture Festival

Chapter Twenty-Two: Festival Play

Chapter Twenty-Three: New Year's Premonition and Valentine's Day Gift

Chapter Twenty-Four: Clone Trouble

Chapter Twenty-Five: Confessions

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Soul Train

Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

<3

This is part of a larger series i’m working on. For now i’m just gonna post lil snippets of the fanfic just to sort of get a feel for how i want the story to go.

This is also probably poorly written/has a lot of grammatical errors because i’m currently pretty sick right now so i’m writing with a scrambled brain atm. I’ll be back to spruce things up when i feel better!

STORY INFO/WARNINGS

Reader is gender neutral

This isn’t necessarily a oneshot, but i don’t know if i plan on posting chapters here on Tumblr when I should probably just post the whole story on another platform so that my art isn’t drowning under tons of stories lol

This part includes: Mentions of death, mentions of death regarding a parent, descriptions of panic, slight mentions of murder

Every single last ounce of oxygen seemed to be sucked from your burning lungs at full force, leaving you on your knees, coughing and retching while the silent vehicle raced down the tracks. Car after car flew over the metal just a few feet from where you knelt. The moment you could breathe enough for your vision to fade back in and your ears to slowly stop ringing, all you could see as far as your eyes traced down the railroad tracks was a never ending train. You sat there for about a minute, but it seemed like the train wasn’t ever going to end.

Nina looped an arm under yours to help you back onto your feet, and you were so out of it that you couldn’t even feel the pointy accessories on her arms and hands poke into your skin. Despite the train in front of you both not emitting a deafening whistle, the rustle of metal on metal was enough to block out any words she tried to get into your head. Everything in front of you moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation set in.

Jack was probably dead now.

You could have saved him.

He probably died thinking that you would get there in time to help.

Once again you went limp in your best friend’s arms, to which she stumbled and struggled to catch your weakened body. Nina eased the both of you onto the grass as the train finally passed and the red glare of the warning lights went dark. Her eyes looked past the tracks onto the dirt road beyond, as if to try and manifest the best case scenario. She wasn’t an optimist by any means, but she knew how much Jack meant to you. You two had been friends for years now, long before you went off to college. While the decked out girl holding onto you had never even met the guy, she felt a cold chill eat away at her spine as it rushed through her nerves, making the rapidly beating heart in her chest speed up with the anxiety caused by the both of you panicking.

But she'd known death much closer than you had. You had lost many loved ones, but her little hobby brought her up close and personal with it several times a week. For once, Nina felt a determination to lead that didn't scare her off. Calling the shots wasn't something that she liked to take charge of, but this was the perfect moment for her to take the lead, to do something helpful for you. She didn't have many friends, especially none that could understand her and handle her like you did.

Maybe helping you get to Jack could help you both strengthen the bond that was weakened by the argument from the week prior to the crisis at hand.

Determined to help, Nina once again hoisted you up and looked you in the eyes.

"[Name], I know that right now you're pissed at me. And I lied to you, I deserve your anger right now. But if we have any chance of getting into that forest and saving Jack, we have to get up and do it now. That cult— or whatever the hell they are— they're dangerous and Jack has no clue.

You love him, right? Then we need to get to him and get him back into your arms, safe and sound.

So take a deep breath and get up already! I can't find him on my own. I don't even know what he looks like!"

Nina pulled at your arms, groaning with the force of exertion she put out as you seemed to stay in place, frozen from the terror of losing the only man who you'd ever considered to have a shred of humanity in him. The only man who befriended you with no ulterior motives. The only man you knew who treated you as an equal.

You weren't gonna lose him. You had to stop mourning for a death you couldn't even confirm.

Much to your best friend's relief, you started running off past the cleared tracks, leading the way towards the countryside where the forest began. Cold, bitter air nipped at both of your bodies and filled your lungs, causing your throats to ache with the icy chill that seeped into you both as you inhaled air.

Contrary to popular belief, Nina was not good at running! She was used to cornering her victims in locations that allowed for her to easily escape and march back to her hidden little cabin in the woods at a leisurely pace. When she wanted to run, she ran pretty fast, but it was obvious that she wasn't used to running for so long. Since she was trying her best to help, you attempted to slow down just a bit so that she could catch up.

After five minutes of running down the road, Nina had to stop to breathe. She gasped for air as he chest heaved, trying to get more oxygen into her burning lungs. She looked up at you, taking in the panic evident on your face when she collapsed. Her mascara ran down her face just a little when her eyes watered from the excessive running.

"Go— you..you need to find him. I'll catch up, just go", she wheezed out as a cough wracked through her body.

The encouragement was all you needed to take off running once again.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your body that kept you going, masking the ache in your chest and your legs from the constant sprinting you were doing. Maybe it was the fear that if you didn't suck it up and run, that it would be too late. Whatever it was, it caused you to keep running so fast that it felt as if you were gliding through the forest around you.

You had no idea where exactly he was. In fact, you were going in blind. But there was something deep within the core of your very being that seemed to yank you in one direction before leading you towards another.

All you could do was repeat a silent prayer that you hadn't said in years. Not since your mom died.

All you could do was pray to whatever higher being that could exist to let Jack still be alive when you find him.

Credits for the dividers i used go to poicelain and kgymz!! <3

[sh1-n0bu]

Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

[socialist-autist]

🇨🇦 | Winter car troubles.

fandom: Hetalia. pairing: Canada x gender neutral reader. summary: You have just recently moved to Canada and are experiencing a harsh Canadian winter for the first time. Your cute neighbor, Matthew, notices you struggling with your car and offers his help. genre: Meet-cute, fluff. warning(s): Light cursing. word count: 1,909 words. authors note: uhhh not sure how much I like this but practice makes best right?

Maybe moving to Toronto was a mistake.

You look out the window worriedly, sighing and shifting on your feet before taking a sip from your cup of coffee. The view outside was gorgeous but worrying. Apparently, yesterday's light snowfall had devolved into a raging snowstorm while you were sleeping. The streets were covered in a thick layer of powder snow, making every surface white and shimmery. The trees outside looked white, their branches bearing a similar thick layer of snow as on the ground. The snowfall had calmed down significantly, barely a snowflake to be seen, but had left a small winter wonderland in the Canadian city. Unfortunately, the beautiful sight also meant everything was freezing and under the glistening snow hid a thin but dangerous layer of ice.

You sigh, tearing your eyes from the painfully white scene and deciding to get ready instead. You had never experienced a true Canadian winter, leaving you unsure about what to expect. Despite the new, unexpected, challenge you still had to get to work. After throwing on your work clothes, you make your way to your front door. The thick coat you had thought wise to invest in when the weather turned colder would keep you warm enough, your boots armed with grips on their soles to keep you from slipping. You open the front door, being immediately met with a rush of cold air, unpleasant air.

You step outside and close your door, humming a bit. After a minute or so of being in the cold, it really wasn't so bad. The breathtaking snow laden neighborhood helped too. You look around as you walk to your car, smiling to yourself. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Sure, it was cold but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle. With renewed hopes for a comfortable future, you reach into your pocket and pull out your car keys. Those renewed hopes were quickly crushed as you encountered your newest challenge. You align your key with the hole and attempt to push it in. Keyword, attempt. You tried your best, really! They key however, clearly hellbent on ruining your day, would not go in.

These attempts repeated for about 5 minutes before you gave up, staring at your car door confused and incredulous. You'd checked the keyhole, nothing was in there that you could see. You huff and frown, considering breaking your car window to get in when you heard a voice from behind you, "Excuse me, are you alright there eh?" the soft voice inquires. You turn around quickly, letting out a surprised sound at how close the stranger stood behind you. You didn't hear him walk up at all. Must have been the snow muffling any noise. You stutter a bit, surprised, "I'm alright, just having some car troubles" you explain, suddenly feeling embarrassed. How long had he been watching you struggle with your car key? God, that's such a stupid problem.

Now that the initial surprise of his appearance died down, you take a better look at him. He had fluffy blond hair, round violet eyes you could have gotten lost in, and was wearing rectangular glasses. He was wearing a mountie uniform, a soft, kind smile on his face. He looked handsome. You smile back nervously, now even more worried about looking stupid in front of the mysterious handsome man. An amused look crosses his face at your response, "If you're having trouble getting your key in, your car lock is probably frozen" he supplies helpfully. In spite of the bitter cold air, you feel your face heat up. His voice was surprisingly high at first, but it fit him. His tone was so soft, his voice low but not as if he was whispering. It was relaxing and mesmerizing. You swore you heard a faint French accent too. After internally gushing about the stranger's voice, you finally processed what he had actually said, "Oh! That can happen?" you ask, surprised. He nods and you could've sworn his face was getting red too. It must've been the cold.

After the flustering rush of emotions, the next thing you feel is panic, "Shit! Frozen?! I can't, I have to leave-" you pause momentarily to check the time, "now! Fuck!" you curse under your breath, looking frazzled. Okay, maybe you could call a taxi and- your rush of thoughts were interrupted by the pretty stranger speaking up again, "It isn't that hard to defrost it but if you need to leave now, I'm leaving for work too, I could give you a lift eh?" he proposes, his kind, uniquely violet eyes fixated on you. You paused for a second. You aren't stupid or naive. You shouldn't be getting into strange men's cars, no matter how good they look. But if you were late for work you might get reprimanded and that definitely wouldn't be good. Seeing your hesitation, the stranger starts to apologize for making such a bold proposition. You look at your car again before deciding to throw caution to the wind and accept his offer. You reassure him it was okay and he was sweet for offering his help. Did his face get redder? You then tell him that, if it really wasn't any bother, you'd really appreciate a ride.

Next thing you know, you're in the handsome strangers car, which smells, surprisingly strongly, of maple syrup. He has a polar bear cub on the backseat he occasionally throws a quip at. On your way to your work, you start talking to him. You need to coax him a bit, he seems shy and reserved. Turns out, he's your next door neighbor, "Really? How come I've never noticed you? I could've sworn I've met all my neighbors..." you muse, a bit puzzled. What you could swear is an upset look flashes across his face before he shrugs, "People don't notice me often, I blend into the background a lot apparently" he explains in a small mumble as he takes a left turn. You hum, feeling slightly bad for not noticing him before. A smile creeps onto your face as you shrug too, "Well, we've met now, and I'm glad for it. I can't believe I didn't notice a face like yours" you shoot back, deciding to test the waters a bit. His face flushes as he glances at you, smiling almost nervously, "Ah, thank you eh" he replies, mumbling more than usual. The polar bear cub swings at him from the backseat and he squeaks a bit, reprimanding it in a soft voice. You smile to yourself, cute.

The rest of the drive passes by much the same way. You learn his name is Matthew Williams, he has a brother, he is a mountie and has been living in Canada forever now. He offers to come help you unfreeze your car lock once he's home and you take him up on the offer. The more you get to know him, the more you feel yourself melt and get swept up in the coup de foudre more. You throw the occasional flirty glance or comment, savoring his red face and seeming inability to answer to them in any way. Despite the shy and easily flustered side of his personality, you gather Matthew is actually quite sassy. He talks to you about the other neighbors, making passive aggressive comments and sassy remarks about their behavior, making you giggle and smile almost uncontrollably. Surprising yourself, you find you are sad when it comes time to leave the car and head into the workplace. You don't usually take to people this quickly. Matthew smiles at you and tells you he'll back to pick you up when you end work.

And so he does. He shows up exactly when you told him you'd end. You hop in his car and he starts driving back to your homes. The drive back is just as fun as the drive there. You both talk and laugh and discuss how your work days went. You feel like it took about half the time it usually does to get home. Once Matthew pulls into his driveway and parks the car, you both get out and head over to your car. He takes a look at it and instructs you to wait before heading inside his house. He comes back out with an aerosol deicer and sprays the keyhole, then moves back. It does the trick, your key works now. He hands you the spray can with a smile, "You should keep it, you'll need it again and I have too many eh" he tells you. You take the deicer, sighing, "Matthew, you're too nice. Come over for dinner at least, let me make you something!" you offer, his cheeks starting to become red again. After reassuring him it wasn't much trouble, he accepts and you agree to meet at your house in an hour and a half.

The time passes quickly and before you know it, you hear your doorbell ring. You rush over, opening the door nervously and inviting Matthew in from the biting cold. You've both changed into more comfortable clothes, and he looks just as good as he does in a uniform. The polar bear cub follows him into the house, staying close to his leg. He thanks you for the dish as you both sit down to eat, complimenting you on it, and your house decor, all throughout the meal. You, in turn, thank him for driving you to and back from work, slipping in some flirtatious compliments about his looks. He must be more comfortable because this time, he returns the flirting awkwardly but you can tell he's trying to be serious about it. A quick dinner turns into a gossip session, turns into just talking about anything and everything and before you know it, its been 3 hours.

You laugh at the story Matthew just told you, looking at the clock, "Oh god, its so late, I should be going to sleep soon" you point out, feeling a small pang in your chest. You don't want to stop or for him to leave but you both need sleep. He looks up at the clock and makes a small gasp, nodding, "You're right, I should get going too. Thank you for dinner, again" he replies, his voice just as soft and shy as this morning. You accompany him to the door, "Goodnight Matthew, thank you again for everything. I had a lot of fun today" you tell him, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheek. He smiles nervously, nodding, "Don't worry about it eh, I had lots of fun too" he agrees. You can tell he wants to say something more but he doesn't, biding you goodnight instead and turning to leave.

After a quick moment of consideration, you shout after him, "Matthew wait!" he turns around, "Do you wanna have dinner again sometime? Properly this time, at a restaurant" you offer and he can definitely see your blush now. Matthew looks like he might pass away on the spot as he stutters. He finally manages to get out some vague form of agreement after the cub hits his leg, before almost running back to his house. You giggle to yourself, cute. You close your door, locking up the house for the night. As you think about the day's events, only one thought prevails.

Maybe moving to Toronto wasn't a mistake.

[reikamasama]

𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel x G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; Abusive behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood, Stabbing,  Implications of death, Suicide, Masochism

Word count ; 2.4k 

summary ; You finally snap back at your mother, after years of abuse. But something in your brain tells you she still loves you after all of these years. Even after you’ve snapped.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ chapter I ꕥ Chapter II

“After all, this is your dream isn’t it?”

A soft, warm hand slowly find its way upon your face to cup your cheek in a firm grip. As you stand there like a deer in the headlights, frozen. You feel a chill running down your spine as your body begins to tense, the woman in front of you keeping her calm, collected face.

Her smile is soft, as if giving you a false sense of hope and comfort. Her kind eyes are a deep purple, burning right into your souls as she stares at you. Her breath is steady. 

If you’d see this playing out from afar you would’ve though she was just a kind mother tending to their child, but your not some stranger looking from the outside to see what’s happening within, you are her child. Her firm grip on your cheek hurts, you wanted to scream at her, tell her it hurt, tell her to get off of you but nothing came out. 

“Sweetie, you know i want the best for you, right? Wasting your time on silly things like music will get you in the way of your studying!”

Her voice sounds like a freshly made batch of honey, it was sweet but there was a hint of sharpness to her tone. You felt as if poison was dripping from her teeth. She was outright pissed but she was not planning on showing it. Her grip on your cheek gets firmer as you keep quiet, you feel as if your voice has stopped working as if somebody has removed your ability to speak. 

⋇⊶⊰ ⊱⊷⋇

“No i wish to keep singing!”

Everything got quiet, your voice was the only thing echoing through room. The face of the woman in front of you looks surprised. How dare her child talk back to her? After everything she has done, this is the thanks she gets?

Your hand curls up into a fist as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

“No? NO? What has gotten into you! You’d never get the idea to speak back to your mother that way!”

Her sharp tone was meet with silence, she takes a long second — the clock on the wall indicating it went exactly 5 seconds before she laughed and continued; 

“Hah! It’s those music friends of yours isn’t it? Putting silly ideas into your head! Of course they would use you! Just so they could produce music—“

“—That’s not true!”

You interrupted your mother once again, defending your friends. How could she belive that they were using you? They weren’t using you, were they..? You hesitate before you continue.

“…They only wish what’s best for me...“

You feel anger, rage and hatred brewing inside of you. The woman before you is supposed to be your mother a shoulder to lean on somebody you can trust. Then why is she making you feel this way again..? Why is she making you feel so small. You feel a sense of nervousness hit you as she stays silent, the only noise heard is coming from that damn clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

Slap.

You feel panic settling, the recent feelings of anger and rage vanish as fear quickly overtakes your emotions. You have fucked up this time, you have messed up this time. The woman before you inhales and then exhales in a rhythmic manner. Her face changes in a matter of seconds, what used to be rage is now replaced with a calm cold smile. 

⋇⊶⊰ ⊱⊷⋇

The grip on your cheek stays firm, how could such a soft hand ever hurt this badly? Her eyes were burning into your soul as you look down on the cold hardwood floor.

Music was your creative outlet — the only way for you to be yourself, the only way for you to be you. 

And now she is taking that way from you. The monster you call your mother is an evil creature, a vile monster. Only thinking of herself. Only wishing to fulfill her own wishes and needs, so why were you still here? You take a deep breath as tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes. You lift your head slowly as your eyes meet hers. The clock on the wall ticks, indicating that it has only been seconds before your gazes meet, but even so it felt like hours. Her gaze scared you to say the least.

“Now come on, dear. Time is ticking, let’s not waste more of your precious study time!  I’ll help clean your room for any distractions after dinner, alright?”

Her voice sounds happy and context especially when she mentioned studying. You feel your own throat tightening, as if you’re breathing through a small straw. A bunch of feelings start brewing inside you once more, a mixture of hatred, pain and betrayal. You have been following her every word for years, and now she wishes to remove your last creative outlet.? Right after snooping around in your room! Without your permission?! No! This isn’t right! She’s not treating you right! She’s a monster! She’s not doing this for your own good!…

…..

……………..

...but she’s doing this for your own good.. right? This is only to help benefit your future. I’m sure of it! She only wishes the best for you. She’s worried for you that must be it!

She feeds you, takes care of you, helps pay for your school material and so much more! …The least you can do is study to fulfill your (her) dream. To make your mother proud.

“You know i only do this because i love you.”

Your shoulders tense even more at her words, ‘love’? This is love? … of course it is! She’s doing this because she loves you! 

Your breathing starts to become more steady now, as the tears you have been building up vanishes. You take a quick concentrated breath before you smile. It’s a smile you have been wearing for years, as long as you can make her happy that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A smile that has never failed you or your mother. You open your mouth as you say; 

“Of course mom, i better get back to studying before dinner. I apologize for speaking with such aggression earlier.!” 

Those words roll off the tongue so easily, when was the last time you actually meant words like that? Your mother smiles back at you giving a content ‘hm’ as she lets go of your cheek, and walks off into the kitchen. You exhale loudly feeling the tension in the room disappearing completely. You feel an acing where her hand had been and so you make your way to the bathroom. One step after another. Once you finally reach the bathroom, you let your hands rest on the sink as you look yourself in the mirror. Your face looks.. calm with nothing but a small bruise on your cheek. You softly sigh to yourself trying to ignore the earlier interaction.

The rest of the day seems like a blur.

Blink.

You are sitting in your room. The afternoon sun shines trough the large windows that’s in front of your desk. You squint slightly as you shift in your soft chair, looking down on the desk as you’re presented with a paper in front of you. The paper has the headline ‘Math, entrance exam XXXX’ with bold text. You sigh, as you move your hand letting the pen flow as you answer the questions. One by one by one by one by one by one

Blink.

Your eyes scan through the book, you feel the sharp pages fall past your thumb.  ‘218..218..218..’ 

You stop flipping trough the book as you find the page you have been searching for — page 218 ‘Light and its light source’ you allowed yourself to read the book, letting your brain take in the knowledge of the words. 

‘Reflection of light occurs when light traveling through one material bounces off a different material‘ god your head hurts. 

You close the book with a yawn as you pick up your pencil moving the book to the side. You wait for your wrist to start moving but it didn’t, why isn’t your hand cooperative with your brain? Why can’t you write some simple words. Why can’t you just  make her proud?

Blink. 

“[Name], dear! Dinner is finished!”

Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe, 

You drop the pencil that has been cramping your hand for a long while. You feel a slightly sense of relief washing over you as you stand up leaving the ‘comfort’ of your now uncomfortable chair. 

“Coming!” 

There’s that voice. Your voice. You stop in your tracks as your voice echos through your brain. You snap back to reality as you feel yourself almost falling over, your vision blurry as you rest against the wall. You had obviously stood up way to fast for your body to register that, but it still suprised you every time it happened.

Breath. 

You lean on the wall for a long second letting you regain your senses before you reach for the door handle and gently open the door. 

Your steps are quiet as you exit your room walk down the stairs, a strong smell of food fills your nostrils.

Blink.

“What do you think honey? I made your favorite!”

She smiles at you, this time it’s a more genuine smile as her gaze is focused on you. You look down to see half of your plate already finished, did you eat that? Your eyes scan the table then they find their way to meet your mother’s eyes, you can’t recall eating the meal at all.?

“It tastes Devine mother! Perhaps we should cook a meal together next time?” 

Why did you suggest that? She nods at you as her smile widens and a small giggle escapes your lips. 

“Of course, dear! How about we prepare tomorrow’s dinner together?”

You smile at her suggestion, a strained smile.

“I’d love that”

Blink.

You slip your shoes on, starting from the left and then slipping on the right one. 

“Mother, I’m heading out for a walk now!”

Once again your voice echo in your head. Did you always sound like that? These are not your stupid words! 

“Alright dearie, please do be careful now!”

You nod as her words as you struggle a bit putting on your jacket.

“It’s quite dark and we wouldn’t want you hurt for the big day tomorrow! Make sure not to—!”

Right. Tomorrow. You’ll be busy all day doing entrance exams, so you can finally fulfill your her dream of becoming a doctor! Dream? Wait.. what is a dream? What is your dream..?

“—! Hey! Are you alright [Name]? Did you hear what i said?”

You snap back to reality, as you ignore your thoughts and shake your head slightly.

“Alrighty, i just told you not to be too late, since we have to prepare dinner.”

Blink.

The water softly hits your umbrella, it’s been pouring ever since dinner and it shows no signs on stopping. 

With every step you take there’s a little ‘splash’ sound following you.  

Splash. Splash. Splash. 

The sound is comforting, a repetitive noise, a noise that never keeps you guessing, a noise never makes you uneasy. You look up slightly noticing the dimly lit street lights and cloudy sky, your eyes stay fixated on the sky for a bit as you see multiple stars. Beautiful bright stars. One day you will become one too right? A beautiful star, shining bright. 

A smile creeps upon your face as you zone out taking slow steps forward, keeping your gaze fixated on the stars. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

There a star standing out above the rest, it must be a sign, right? It’s trying to tell you, how your gonna become a bright star just like that one! 

One step after another. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Another step after another.

Blink.

There’s a knife-stand in front of you, what just happened..? Weren’t you just outside? What happened to the comfort of the rain.? You sigh in confusion trying to make sense of the current events, but nothing seems to click. 

“Darling! As you cut the meat, make sure to cut them in even squares, it will leave everybody a fair share of their portion whenever it is served! If you have any questions I’ll be cleaning your room!”

Her voice was soft — warm even. Alright, it appears you have got to cut the meat, you take a mental note of cutting them evenly. You take one of the more expensive cutting knives, you can just hear how sharp it is at you pull it out of its original spot. Better be careful.

You sigh as you walk over to the cutting board.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Wait, Pause, Hold on. Did she say clean your room? No.. she can’t do that, she can’t go snooping again. You drop the task at hand as you rush up the stairs and quickly enter your room with the sharp knife still in your hand. 

The sight of your mother humming as she removes your prized possessions in your room hurts you. How could she do this? You feel a sense of anger rushing over you. This is an anger like never before. It isn’t slowly brewing, this one  is quick and you feel yourself seeing red. Red was such a pretty color, a pretty, pretty, pretty color! You smile as you giggle slightly.

Blink.

Red. You watch as your mother struggles on the hardwood floor. You feel the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you tower over her weak powerless body. You feel a sense of control for once in your life, and god it tasted wonderful. You could feel yourself getting used to this feeling. 

“Beg. Beg and maybe I’ll spare you.” 

Your tone was harsh. You loved seeing her squirm and as she looks up to meet your cold eyes, she gets another stab wound to her throat. The noises she was making was wonderful, the pain she was enduring made you feel happy for once, was this real happiness? You pull out the knife as you watch her bleed out.

Blink.

You feel your hands slowly raise themselves up towards your throat, you smile to yourself knowing this is your last goodbye, your grand finale so-to-speak. A grand exit that you would never forget. Your hands slowly gets closer and closer before you feel a sharp pain in throat, it hurt but you kept stabbing it over and over and over and over the pain was that of something unlike you’ve ever experienced before, it felt like heaven, like you were finally free. You feel yourself growing weak and you slip onto the floor next to your mother.. you get one last glance at her dead body as your eyelids grow heavy, you allow yourself to close your eyes one final time.

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Ahem! And that’s the ending of the prologue! I hope everybody had a great time listening to my little story telling, I’m not used to doing any of this but i hope everyone who stayed will tune in whenever i read the first chapter to you guys! Sound good? Good!

Run along now! And don’t forget to bring some snacks for the next story reading session!

~Tags for reach~

[woodle-isbae]

Can't even blame Tashi because I'd definitely want to see Patrick and Art fuck.

Have them makeout with eachother while jerking them off , their passion for eachother just adding more fuel as they buck their cocks into your hands before sharing a moan like groan and cumming on you and eachother

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I need them BADDD