#because she saw pen as a /friend/ but pen doesn't tell her and she doesn't find out until its too late to turn back

[rainybraindays]

Okay, apparently shutting the fuck up was never an option but the way no one likes to look at the marina situation and go "wow what the fuck is wrong with portia"? Crazy.

Like she immediately didn't like her, not because of anything she'd done, but because she took attention from her daughters no matter how bright she dressed them.

It didn’t matter that the main reason is that, honestly all 3 of her daughters are painfully awkward, and in ones case literally 17. It didn’t matter that Marina was only there at her fathers instance, or that theoretically through having someone thats clearly popular in her home she could have used it as a jump off mark to match her daughters, she was seen as her big hurdle to marrying them off. Marinas immediately othered, to the point that when shes being dressed the maids helping put on her shoes is enough to piss Portia off. She immediately puts Marina in the same ring as her daughters, fight for my attention and maybe maybe it'll be positive. But Marina doesn't do that because she doesn't want to even be there.

And then they find out she's pregnant and shes othered even more. She immediately tries to send her back, and when she's not allowed to do that shes locked away and the other girls aren't even allowed to talk to her. She literally tries to freeze her out, like Marina has any say in being there in the first place, before lying to her about her being abandoned by George.

She makes no attempt to find out if George has family, she doesn't care enough to try even though that would have been a way to get rid of her "problem". She tries to push Marina onto a man old enough to be her grandfather and slaps her across the fucking face when she tries to stand up for herself.

Theres no concern for her safety, for the babys safety, just getting her out of her house as fast as fucking possible, and I'm meant to be surprised that when Colin saves Marina from her elderly suitor she turns her attention to him?

Like the nicest guy, who everyone likes, who's attractive, who isn't multiple decades older than her and most importantly not going to literally assault her? Yeah not a big shocker. Should she have lied to him? No, but she wouldn't have had to or felt the need to if she wasn't in the most hostile fucking house. Even Penelope, who she likes, why does everyone forget that she fucking likes Penelope and viewed her as a friend, becomes aggressive towards her. Shes cornered, shes scared, and all of this could have been avoided if Portia was a slightly better person and said "hey soilder boys not written back, you're gonna have this kid, does he have any family?" instead of setting this entire mess in motion.

#rainy talks #firm believer that Portia is a shit person who set this whole mess in motion #for all the “marinas still a bad person!! look at how she lashed out at pen! at how easily she manipulated colin” girlies #shut up maybe?? pen lashedout first and longer #and i genuinely believe if Penelope had said she had feelings for colin or marina had noticed earlier she wouldn't have pursued him #because she saw pen as a /friend/ but pen doesn't tell her and she doesn't find out until its too late to turn back #and i already said how lying to colin wasn't great but if you saw things in shades of grey you'd understand why shes doing it #its not a black and white situation #“marina shows no remorse though! she doesn't feel guilty ” #man she almost died trying to abort her kids just t still have them she has other stuff going on #how about we talk about her seeing this sad guy and going “dude you've gotta move on so many people love you” #and then hinting at pens feelings for him #clearly trying to still be a friend to pen by nudging him towards her even after everything #apparently I'm in my hating portia Featherington era between this and my rant in the tags of the last one #bridgerton #marina thompson #portia featherington

[moonlightspencie]

darling, i fancy you

Description: James Potter is in his second year of university. He's with his friends, having the time of his life! His only problem... a horrible, evil, beautiful, wonderful girl who doesn't seem to return the feelings he's developing for her. His dramatics and flirtatious antics usually work. He just can't quite figure out how to hook this girl.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: drinking, idiots to lovers, reader is described as american in one line because what is fanfiction if not a bit of self-service on occasion

Word Count: 8.2k

Coming into his second year of university was supposed to be fun. He was no longer jittery or nervous about classes since he’d already been there and done that for a full year. Besides, he was James Potter. Of course he had gotten down the routines like they were nothing to him. It was easy as pie. Now, as he brimming with confidence, he was looking forward to seeing old friends, and meeting new ones. It seemed bright and exciting: and it was, so far! 

Until his second day.

James walked into his final Thursday afternoon class and sat in a seat near the front. He might enjoy goofing off here and there, but he’d be damned if he was going to do any less than stellar in his classes. The class filled fairly quickly, seats being taken all around him. He barely noticed when a girl sat in the seat next to him as he pulled out a notebook and a pen. Until he turned with a small smile that melted off his face as quickly as it arrived. 

“Great,” he grumbled under his breath. 

She looked in the direction of the utterance curiously, blissfully unaware that one of the last few open seats, and the one she just had to choose, was right next to James Potter. 

“Perfect,” she muttered bitterly, shaking her head. “I suppose you’re going to try to get me to convince my roommate to fall in love with you again, yeah?”

“Not after last time.”

She scoffed a laugh. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re selfish and don’t care about the happiness and general wellbeing of others.”

“Right. As if your happiness should be my number one priority,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.��

James turned his head to her abruptly, feeling quite put off that she’d say such a thing. Him, insufferable? He thought it might do her some good to do a bit of self reflection, and had told her as much last year. It didn’t do any good, obviously, considering she was still just as irritating as ever. 

“She’s dating someone anyway. So you’re out of luck,” she said, seeming quite pleased with herself. 

James was annoyed again. “Dating someone? Great. That could’ve been me if you weren’t so horrible, and now I’ve got to wait until they inevitably break up to—”

“She’s dating a girl, so good luck with that plan of yours, Potter.”

James blinked in surprise. He supposed he never exactly saw Lily with a boy before. But… But he liked her so she couldn’t possibly be interested in girls. What a silly notion, he thought. 

“You’re sure?”

She stared at him for a moment. “Uh… yeah. Pretty sure.”

James hummed in thought. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know until summer,” she shrugged. “She came out to me shortly before she told me she’d been asked out by her current girlfriend.”

“How odd.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, looking at him with a bewildered expression. 

His eyes widened. “No! Not like that. I just… I didn’t realize. I just assumed—”

“Careful how you phrase things, maybe,” she said, looking at him a little suspiciously. 

He nodded quickly. “Right.”

He fell silent for a moment. A few blissful seconds that she basked in. Until he opened his mouth again.

“I just…” he said, then sighed. He thought for a couple seconds. “I don’t think I’ve ever not been able to win someone over before. And this seems pretty bleak for me, doesn’t it?” 

She snorted a laugh, nodding. “Yeah. More than bleak, I’d say.”

James smiled a little, then internally scolded himself. There was no reason to laugh at a joke a girl like her made. How terrible. He was better than that. He straightened in his seat, determined to ignore her now that he really had no use for her with his precious Lily too far out of reach for even him to pull in, all things considered. He pouted for a bit, feeling terribly sorry for himself as the class started. He took his notes, of course, but not without sighing every five minutes or so. 

“Can you cut that out?” 

James looked offended again, glancing at the girl. 

“Cut what out?” he whispered back. 

“The constant sighing. It’s irritating.”

“I’m upset.”

She rolled her eyes, going back to taking notes. He fell silent, but only for a few seconds. 

“You try finding out the girl you’re in love with is gay.”

“For me, that would actually work out.”

James rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Get over it,” she said after a beat. 

He glared at her, then went back to his notes. Again, really only for a few seconds. 

“Wait. Are you gay, too?”

“So what if I am? That’s not really your business, is it?” 

“I— Maybe not. But I’m curious,” James said, looking at her. 

“Stop talking.”

“I just wanna know.”

“You sound like a child,” she sighed, exasperated. “You’re distracting me.”

James gave her one more sour look before turning back to his notes. He was feeling quite annoyed now. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily ‘his business’ what her sexuality was, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Why was that his fault? He couldn’t quite figure it out. He waited until the class ended this time to turn to her again. 

“I don’t mean to intrude—”

“I’m sure you will, though,” she stated. 

James sighed. “You’re so difficult. I’m only curious. I don’t mean anything by it.”

She huffed a breath, then looked at him straight on. He raised his brows in question, hoping she might answer if he tried looking innocent enough. She shook her head. 

“It’s a bit of a rude question, you know?”

“How?” he asked, feeling a little offended. 

“It’s personal.”

“Well I—“ James started to argue, though his voice died. His eye twitched slightly as he thought about it for a few seconds. “Okay. I guess… I guess that makes sense. I just thought it was, like, knowing your hair color or something like that.”

“Personally, it’s something I usually only discuss with my friends. Not with a strange boy who I’ve only spoken to when he decided he liked my roommate.”

“That’s mean.”

“We aren’t friends.”

“It’s still mean,” James said, standing up with his bag. 

She did the same. 

“It’s honest.”

James pouted a little. “I’m only trying to make conversation.”

She looked at him for a moment, and he looked right back, his hand on the strap of his bag. He quirked a brow when she was silent for a second. 

“I’ll see you around,” she said at last, not unkindly, but definitely not in a friendly manner. 

Of course, James had to relay this ridiculous interaction to his roommates when he got back to his flat. He sprawled out on the couch, his hand flipping off the side to touch the floor and his cheek pressed against the cushions. 

“She’s evil. There’s something in her that isn’t right. I’m sure of it.”

Sirius furrowed his brow. He’d been hearing about James’s plights with this woman since last year. It always seemed that his buttons got pushed so easily by her, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder how on earth James kept getting himself into these situations

He sighed softly, leaning back into the armchair to the left of James, a hand running through his long, dark hair before settling over his face.

 “You’ve been dramatic plenty of times before, Prongs, but this might be a new height you’ve climbed to,” Sirius said, his voice slightly muffled through his hand. 

“Mm. Not quite evil to keep that sort of thing to yourself. I don’t run around campus advertising that I’m queer,” Remus added, walking into the living room with a cup of tea. 

Remus settled on the ground near Sirius’s chair, leaning his back into the arm of it as he stretched his long legs out. He did plan on doing so on the couch, but it seemed that James had beaten him to it with his dramatics. 

“That’s not what I mean,” James groans. “It’s how she acted. I don’t care if she keeps that to herself, but she didn’t have to be so mean to me. It’s like she delights in making me feel stupid.”

Peter laughed from the chair across the way from Sirius’s. “It’s not always hard to do.”

James scowled at the boy, but before he could say something back, Sirius sighed loudly. 

“James. Just back off of the girl.”

James turned to Sirius. “What do you mean?”

“If you ignore her, she’ll ignore you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because she probably finds you just as irritating as you find her,” Remus says pointedly. 

“You guys are supposed to be on my side,” James says.

His friends all exchange a look, then stare back at him. 

Sirius leans forward on his chair to come to eye-level with James. 

“James. You are like a brother to me. I love you dearly. But leave the poor girl alone before she hits you.”

James buried his face in the couch cushion and groaned loudly in protest. Maybe they were right, but he didn’t have to like it. He knew he was being dramatic and probably a bit annoying, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t met someone who got under his skin so easily in a long time, and he didn’t like it. After a few minutes, he lifted his head, looking at his friends. He didn’t like to upset them, and he was afraid if he kept this up, that he might do just that. 

“You guys want to go get dinner on me?” he offered. 

They smiled, Sirius in particular shaking his head at his friend in amusement. James felt a little better then as he scrambled off the couch. 

James’s first encounter with the girl of his dreams, who he begrudgingly accepted no longer could be, happened a few days later. He walked into a café just off of campus to get a little fuel for his first essay of the semester when he saw a familiar head of red hair. His first instinct, of course, was to rush her with a smile and that classic Potter-charm of his… but then he deflated. 

There she was: the wretched girl who had stolen his dear Lily from him. He looked sour for a moment, then sighed, shrugging it off internally. He supposed that he couldn’t really be mad since he wasn’t also a girl, so Lily wouldn’t like him no matter what. 

But if he was, he was determined he’d be very upset about the whole ordeal. 

He sat down at a table across the small coffee shop, inadvertently staring at Lily and her girlfriend. He had to admit: the girl she was dating was very pretty. And they did seem happy together. But it was still a little bit annoying. He hardly paid attention to someone approaching with his drink until he heard an unfortunately-familiar voice. 

“I would tell you that a picture would last longer, but I don’t think I can condone borderline-stalking my roommate,” the girl said, setting his latte down in front of him. 

He looked up at her in a bit of surprise. She just seemed to pop up everywhere. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. 

She looked down at her apron, then back at him with a puzzled expression. 

“I— I work here?” she stated, shaking her head a bit. “Thought you may have gathered that from me bringing you your drink and wearing an apron.” 

He deadpanned, unamused. “I just didn’t expect to see you here is all. It’s like you’re everywhere.”

“It’s been like a week and half and we’ve seen each other twice,” she said, huffing a breath at his dramatics. “Anyway. Is there anything else you need, besides maybe a magazine or a blindfold?”

“Why would I need those?” he asked, immediately annoyed. 

She pointedly looked at Lily and her girlfriend, then back at James. He made a face of realization, then chuckled a little despite his better judgment. 

“Oh. No. I’ll stop staring, I’m just…”

She paused waiting for him to finish, but it didn’t seem like he was going to. She nodded slowly after a beat.

“Well… it’s been a pleasure as always.”

James nodded, but then he leaned forward to grab her wrist. “Wait.”

She turned around, giving him a look that told him to let go immediately. 

“Sorry,” he said quickly, dropping her wrist. “Just wanted to ask if you got that western civilization assignment done for tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday.”

He raised a brow. “Yeah. It’s a Tuesday-Thursday class.”

She paused, looking a little lost. “What?”

“It’s on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The assignment is supposed to be done for tomorrow’s class.”

“You’re joking.”

James shook his head. “No. Why would I be?”

“Shit,” she sighed heavily, throwing her head back. “How hard is it to do?”

“Not hard, but it took some time.”

She groaned. “God, I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. Just forgetful, obviously,” James laughed. 

She did not look amused. “Right. Well… Fuck. Thanks for the heads up, then.”

James looked quite pleased with himself. He actually got a ‘thank you’ out of her. He nodded quickly. 

“What would you do without me?” he smirked.

She glanced at him, looking somehow even more unimpressed. James didn’t like that look. 

“I’d have missed one class. Don’t give yourself too much credit.”

James watched her walk off, feeling annoyed once again. It’s like she couldn’t help but ruin his mood every time they talked. He sipped his latte, and suddenly felt more irritated: this might have been one of the best latte’s he’d ever had, and she just had to work there. Great. 

He kept his eyes on the girl as she walked back behind the counter, getting started on whatever task came next for her. She seemed to be making some kind of drink. He watched her as she flitted around back there easily, taking note of the way she’d occasionally scrunch her nose in a weak attempt to adjust her glasses as her hands were full. He took in every detail of her outfit that he could see from the other side of the counter: a simple black t-shirt and jeans that looked annoyingly good on her. Like it wasn’t enough to be irritating all the time, she had to be pretty, too. How was he supposed to just ignore her completely? He scoffed to himself at Sirius’s stupid advice as he sipped at his drink again.

That same thought snuck into his head as she walked into class the next day, dropping into that same seat right next to him. He took note of her slightly messy hair, and the crewneck sweatshirt that hung on her a little loosely. He looked at her nails as she pulled out her laptop, smiling a little at the baby blue that was painted on them. He liked blue quite a lot. He was in the middle of looking at the minimal makeup on her face, especially the gloss on her lips, when she just had to interrupt him.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“None of your business,” he replied quite defensively.

“You’re staring at me. It feels like my business, Potter.”

He rolled his eyes. Why did she always have to be so difficult? It’s like she had fun making him feel like an idiot.

“I wasn’t staring. I was observing.”

She sighed, softly, shaking her head as she went back about her business, logging into her laptop. He tried really hard to remember what Sirius had told him and just ignore her as well as he could, but it wasn’t exactly his fault that she had a photo of herself and some guy on her computer.

“I thought you were gay?” he said curiously.

She turned her head to him slowly, and if he thought she looked at him like he was stupid before, it was nothing compared to how she looked now.

“What?” 

“I thought you said you were gay,” he clarified, though it made nothing clearer for her. He pointed at her laptop background, “but, there’s a boy with you on your computer.”

“I never said I was gay. I said it wasn’t your business if I was or not.”

“But you must not be if you have a boyfriend.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “That’s my brother, nosey. And I’m not gay.”

“Thought you said that wasn’t my business?”

“I’m going to slap you.”

“That’s what Sirius said,” James replied, though it was mostly to himself.

She snorted once. “Your friends are telling you you’re gonna get hit by someone?”

“By you,” he corrected.

Now, this piqued her interest. She looked at him curiously.

“Your friends tell you that I am going to slap you? Why?”

“I told them we don’t really get along. Sirius thinks I should just ignore you.”

“You’re doing a shit job of it,” she laughed a little.

He wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn’t help but smile a bit back at her. She had a nice laugh. He thought to himself that maybe he’d like to hear it more. It would certainly be better than the grating sound of her always being annoyed with him.

“Can’t help it if I’m curious.”

“You can help if you’re peering over my shoulder at my personal laptop.”

“I’d hardly call it peering. Plus you have a large screen, it’s easy to see.”

She cracked another small smile against her better judgment, and decided on ignoring him the rest of the class. It didn’t work. At all.

“So…” James started up when the professor decided on padding the rest of the class time with an ‘opportunity’ to get a headstart on the next assignment. “Did you end up finishing that assignment that was due today.”

“Clearly.”

James furrowed his brow. “Huh? How is that clear?”

“I’m a mess. I look like I just rolled out of bed, because I practically did in order to finish the assignment today before the rest of my classes. I haven’t even been in my apartment since like eight this morning.”

James still looked on in a bit of confusion, glancing over at her again, taking in her appearance. Sure, she wasn’t extremely put together, but she still looked pretty. James, ever the one to speak exactly what’s on his mind, decided on telling her that.

“I think you look really pretty today.”

She swallowed once, looking at him in a moment of mild shock. She usually wasn’t one to clam up around anyone, but she certainly was now, and James took notice.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything…”

“No. No, it isn’t that. I just…” she trailed off, then shook her head. “Nevermind. Just… work on your assignment. It’s what we’re meant to be doing anyways.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry,” James nodded, feeling a little bad now that he’d apparently made her uncomfortable.

Though, as much as it was a sense of discomfort that she felt at his compliment, there was also much more to it. Not that she would ever tell him that. No, it was much worse than the normal annoyance she felt for the boy when he looked her up and down and gave her that sweet smile. It was terrible and evil and made her face a bit warm. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his cheek smushed in his hand nearly making her smile being all the more evidence: she was developing a crush on James Potter.

James was in the process of waking up on a cold Saturday morning in early October. Usually he’d be able to pull himself out of bed somewhat easily, only really needing a good shower to get his blood pumping for the day ahead. The ‘process’ part came into play as a rare, true hangover made him feel both dizzy and like a rock stuck in bed. 

He wasn’t a stranger to a late night of drinking with his friends, or a party here and there while he was at school. Even in his highschool days, he would sometimes sneak out from under his parents’ watchful eyes with Sirius to go live it up for a night. But it rarely resulted in an actual hangover. Sometimes a headache, occasionally he’d throw up before bed, but this? This was hell on earth. He was convinced. It certainly didn’t help that he hardly remembered past drink number seven the night prior. He decided on not letting the frat boys fill his cup anymore.

After an hour of laying in bed, he finally decided that it might be time to at least try to join the world of the living. He rolled off of his mattress, shuffling into the bathroom to take a cool shower. He effectively did as much, only having to bend over the toilet bowl to empty his stomach twice! He was quite proud of himself for that, considering he felt nauseous the entirety of the shower. He stumbled back into his room, haphazardly drying off his body and hair before slipping into a sweater, jeans, and a warm coat. He slipped on his boots, grabbed his keys, and walked out the front door. He thought that maybe his favorite cafe would have something to lift his spirits and fill his now-empty stomach. He also thought that maybe a certain girl might be working. That would definitely lift his spirits.

He walked into the cafe around 11am, finding it surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. He had started making a habit of visiting the place probably more often than he needed to. He knew the usual flow at this point.

He frowned when his favorite table was taken, and ended up dropping into a seat near the back by a window after he had ordered. He sat his order number marker on the table, and waited for a familiar face to show. He started to smile when he saw his coffee and a chocolate pastry being set in front of him, but it dropped as he looked up to see a less familiar man. He thanked him anyway, despite the fact that he was quite disappointed. He picked at his pastry, and sipped his drink, letting the carbs and caffeine make him feel a bit like a human being again after such a rough night. He decided to stick around for a while after he finished both, just sitting and thinking. He always liked being alone with his thoughts, but they seemed to flow a little better with the hum of something in the background. A cafe full of people did the trick for the day. After an hour or so of staring out the window, he decided he could use another cup of coffee.

He went to wait to order behind a small line of people, fiddling on his phone until he was finally called up to order next. A smile grew on his face when he saw who was taking orders now.

“Hi!” he said to her cheerily.

“Oh. James. Hi,” she said, a little surprised to see him. “What can I get you?”

“You weren’t here earlier. I got here a little past 11, and some guy brought me my drink.”

“Yeah. I just got in at 12. So… what do you want to drink?”

James ignored her question with another smile. “How long are you working today? Don’t you normally come in earlier?”

“Five hour shift today,” she said with a small sigh. “I just didn’t start early this time.”

“Oh. Well, it’s good you’re here now. I’d have hated to admit that I might have missed you when I saw you in class on Tuesday.”

She fought a smile at that, determined to remain irritated at him.

“Are you going to order? You’re kind of holding up the line.”

“Right!” he exclaimed suddenly, looking up at the menu as if he didn’t get the same thing every time.

“Do you just want your usual?”

James stilled at that. She knew his normal order? He smiled a bit to himself, trying not to seem too delighted at that fact. But he shook his head quickly, even though that’s exactly what he planned on getting.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

“I like the lavender oatmilk latte.”

“Lavender? In coffee?” He made a sour face.

“James,” she said, somewhat shortly as he dawdled. 

“I’ll have one of those, then.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. But if it’s gross, I’m blaming you.”

She smirked a little as she shook her head, typing in the order.

“Alright. It’s in,” she said, nodding to the side for him to get out of the way. 

“But I didn’t pay.”

“It’s on me,” she replied. But, she continued before he could think it was too sweet, “It’ll get you out of the way faster.” 

He nodded, giving her a thanks with a shy smile. He went back to his seat, expecting that same wretched boy to come back out instead of her with his drink. Though it certainly took a long time for him to do so. Just as James was looking over his shoulder to see what was taking so long, he saw that same familiar face coming towards him with a mug of coffee. He smiled up at her as she set down the mug.

“I thought you were on the register.”

“I was.”

“But you just had to come see me, right?”

She scoffed a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Enough out of you. I came to ask about the test on Tuesday.”

“Oh?” he asked, looking down into the coffee she brought. It didn’t look gross, at the very least, but he still wasn’t sure about lavender in his coffee.

“I can’t find my notes from two weeks ago anywhere. Do you think I could borrow yours by any chance?”

“You want to borrow my notes?”

“You can be an idiot sometimes, but you’re not stupid. Unfortunately, you are actually really smart under that…” she gestures vaguely at him. “You know. Your whole vibe.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed, pouting a little.

“It’s a compliment.”

“Still mean. I thought you Americans were supposed to be nice.”

“I think you’re thinking of Canada, but I mean it in a nice way.”

He huffed a small sigh, tilting his head as he looked up at her. She tried not to look at him for too long, sure she’d start grinning for real this time. Why did he have to be so handsome? And so annoying. And ridiculously charming. She merely quirked a brow at his silent tantrum, waiting for him to speak again.

“I guess. You can have my notes, but you have to come get them from me at my apartment.”

“You can’t just email them to me?”

He smiled. “Nope. I take ‘em on paper. You can come get them.”

“It would be easier to take a photo of them.”

“I want my roommates to have to meet the girl who hates me so much anyways. They’ve been dying to properly see you without me having to point you out across campus.”

“You talk about me a lot?” she asks with a little smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Enough,” he smiles at her brightly. “Come on. Just humor me.”

“I don’t have your address,” she argued weakly.

He laughed a bit at that. God, she was adorable when she was being difficult.

“Give me your phone, then.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to put my address in. And my phone number so I don’t always have to try to catch you here or in class when I want to talk to you.”

“Who says I want to talk to you?”

“I think you secretly like me.”

“I think you’re annoying.”

“I think you secretly like me, even though I’m annoying. You’re trying to tell me I’m not a delight to be around?”

She sighed softly, clinging hard onto that small sliver of irritation, even if it didn’t do much good against the boy. She pulled out her phone, unlocking it and handing it over to him. She watched as he typed in all his information, and even took a cheesy little selfie for his contact photo. 

“No, no, no…” she said, trying to take her phone back when he started messaging himself.

He put out his arm with a giddy grin, blocking her from getting the phone back as he continued on his path with the other hand.

“How else was I meant to get your number?” he giggled, hitting send and handing the device back to her. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be the only one with the option to contact me. If you were the only one of us who could text, we’d never get the ball rolling on a proper friendship.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be your friend,” she snorted once, pocketing her phone again. “You’re a nuisance.”

“I’ll see you tonight then, right?” He ignored her poor insult. “To get the notes, I mean.”

She fell quiet for a moment before begrudgingly nodding. “Yeah. I’ll see you then. When will you be home?”

“For you? All day.”

She rolled her eyes again, but she couldn’t help but fight a warmth in her cheeks as she turned to get back to work.

As it turned out, much like she was suspecting, letting James put his number in her phone, and consequently exchanging numbers, was a horrific idea. It seemed that every time she went to check her phone, even if it was the middle of the night, he had something to say. Whether it be an actual message or just a strange meme he found online, he was constantly sending her texts. She was convinced he was testing out a kind of exposure therapy. That maybe, in his head, if he kept bugging her all hours of the day she would learn not to act so annoyed by him. To his merit, he was mostly right. But it helped that she was harboring a secret crush on him to begin with.

James, on the other hand, was getting non-stop reprimands from his friends. Every time he pulled his phone out and started typing, they’d groan in annoyance, knowing exactly who he was trying to talk to.

“Mate, you’ve got to lay off the poor girl,” Remus grumbled softly, his head dropping onto the back of the couch when he clocked James texting her in the middle of a movie night with the boys. 

“I just thought she might think this movie is good. I’m recommending it,” James shrugged a little, still typing away.

“She probably doesn’t care,” Peter said casually.

“Shut up, Pete,” James huffed, setting his phone down. Though he left it up to make sure he’d see exactly when she texted back. “It’s funny. She likes funny stuff.”

“You’ve got it bad, Prongs,” Sirius shook his head as he came back into the living room from his brief excursion to the bathroom. Remus pulled him right back into his lap as he came out, hugging him tightly.

James looked at them, making a disgusted face and groaning. 

“You guys aren’t allowed to talk about me when you’re always clinging onto each other like that.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sirius smirked.

“Maybe I am! I have to watch you two cuddling all the time, all in love. It’s sickening,” James crossed his arms as he looked back at the television. “I shouldn’t have to watch that and hear about how I shouldn’t text a girl I fancy.”

Remus and Sirius shared a look. Remus then set his sights on James with a raised brow.

“So you fancy her now, do you?”

“Shut up.”

“Just saying,” Remus chuckled. “When we started the school year you said she was evil. Now you fancy her.”

“She is evil. She doesn’t like me back,” James sighed dramatically, slumping in his seat. “I don’t get it. Girls loved me in high school. Then all of a sudden we’re at uni, and the first girl I like turns out to be a lesbian and the second one thinks I’m annoying.”

“Poor boy,” Sirius cooed at his dear friend jokingly. “You’ll find one soon. Maybe she just isn’t the one for you.”

“But I want her to be! It isn’t fair. She probably doesn’t like English boys at all. I bet that’s what it is.”

“What?” Remus asked incredulously.

“She’s from the States. I bet she only likes, like… farmers or surfers or something stupid.”

That earned a laugh from his friends, brushing off his dramatics as usual. James merely pouted to himself as he watched the movie until his phone buzzed next to him. He grabbed it like his life depended on it when he saw who the notification was from, smiling like a giddy child as he read the message.

“alright. thanks for the rec, I’ll check it out :)”

He giggled a little to himself. “She sent me a smiley face! You guys think that actually made her smile? I bet it did.”

His friends merely sighed, ignoring him again since he wouldn’t have listened to their response anyways as he typed away.

“Maybe we could watch it together some time! I think my friends would really like you. They didn’t get to know you well enough last time they saw you since it was only a couple of minutes. You should come over!! :)”

He sent the message, but as soon as the excitement calmed down a smidge, he sent another message.

“If you want to, of course. I don’t want to pressure you. But I do want to hang out with you. I think you’ll like me if you decided to stop hating me lol”

“Sorry, that sounded weird”

“I just mean that we could be good friends, I think. You’re funny and cool, and I’m also funny and cool. It’s like we’re made for each other haha!”

“I don’t mean it like that. You know what I mean, yeah?”

“Fuck, mate, you writing a novel over there?” Sirius laughed with wide eyes, looking at the phone in James’s hands.

“I keep fucking up and sending weird stuff,” he groaned. “Trying to do damage control.”

“Not much damage control to do when she already talks to you in person,” Sirius retorts with a smirk.

“Shove off, Pads.”

His phone buzzed again.

“right lol. maybe sometime? do you plan on talking through the whole thing though? you tend to be a motormouth, you know lmao”

He let out a breath of relief, smiling to himself again when he saw that he didn’t screw things too badly.

“I’ll be quiet during all the important parts at least. Promise!”

He waited for a moment, staring at the screen as a little text bubble popped up almost immediately.

“maybe then, yeah. i’ll let you know next time i’m getting too happy with my peace and quiet. or the next time lils and her girlfriend are making out in front of me again”

He laughed softly, ignoring the looks he was getting from the others as he texted the girl. They were all in happy relationships, they certainly were not allowed to judge him for being excited to be speaking to somebody cute.

“Might not be much better with Sirius and Remus here, but misery loves company, right?”

“Those are two of my mates you met when you picked up those notes a while back, btw. In case you forgot their names.”

“They’re dating now.”

He waited patiently, not even paying an ounce of attention to the movie still playing. Besides, if he was going to watch it with her again some time soon, who cares if he missed a bit of it?

“good for them, they’re probably super cute together. but yeah, i’ll text you next time then”

James smiled brightly.

“Great!!! I’m looking forward to it! We can order dinner and everything.”

“But not like a date.”

“Unless you wanted it to be lol. Just kidding. We don’t have to do that.”

“But I’ll still buy dinner so you don’t go hungry.”

He waited again as the speech bottle popped up, and frowned a little when it went away. Then, there was a little heart on the first message he sent about ordering in, which, to him, felt like everything. 

She was surprised with herself when she was all nerves before going to see James and his friends for that promised movie night. Though, she quickly realized that was incredibly silly.

As she got to know James’s friends, she kind of started understanding why he talked so highly of them. She adored them, and thought it was pretty funny that they always seemed a little bit lovingly exasperated with his antics. She couldn’t help but wonder if that’s how she’d start feeling about him, or if that bothersome crush would never fade into a casual friendship.

The answer seemed to come after Sirius and Remus ran off together after dinner, and Peter left to go hang out with his girlfriend. She didn't expect to find herself opening up to the Potter boy so easily about her past, nor for him to become so serious and thoughtful when talking about his own. 

She really didn’t expect for herself to say yes to hanging out with him again. And again. And again.

It’s like he somehow found his way under her skin. She knew he was capable of such a thing from how he was easily able to bug her from their first meeting. It was exasperation at first sight. But the way he charmed his way into her heart was an entirely new kind of annoying. He was all boyish smiles, silly stories, and dramatism… and it was fucking endearing.

But their tipping point came in March. 

Much to her chagrin, they had become close friends. They spent a lot of time together, and not just in the classroom or at work. She’d become friends with his friends, and James had become friends with Lily and Marlene after he finally accepted that Lily really wouldn’t ever like him. Though, realistically, he was pretty much over that the second he realized he had feelings for someone else. That slightly-grumpy, highly caffeinated, lovely, hilarious, complaining, sweet, smart, ridiculously difficult angel of a girl. 

The girl that made him embarrass himself in front of a party full of people.

He stood with Peter and his girlfriend at a table, chatting as they started sipping on freshly made drinks. James was, admittedly, probably a few too many in. But he couldn’t always exercise impeccable self-control, he decided. So, he stood there, staring at the girl from across the room as she danced with Lily’s girlfriend Marlene with a smile on his face.

“You look ridiculous staring at her like that, mate,” Peter said to James, nudging him lightly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” James snorted, pulling his eyes away from her to smirk at his friend. “Besides, I can stare at my girl all I want.”

“Only she isn’t your girl, James,” Peter reminded him.

“I’d like her to be,” James sighed dreamily, turning his head to look at her again. But this time, a frown overtook his face. 

She was now being tapped on the shoulder by some tall, terribly handsome looking guy. James’s stomach lurched a little at the sight. What did this guy think he was doing? 

He looked on for a moment as the two talked, growing more and more frustrated. He knew they weren’t together, but that was still his girl. He knew he had to take immediate action. This couldn’t just slide without consequence. James looked around the room almost frantically, trying to figure it out. How could he get all her attention on him instead of that stupid dude hanging off her shoulder?

Aha!

He pushed his cup into Peter’s hand, ignoring his friend questioning what on earth he was doing. He walked, though it was more of a drunken stumble, to the nearest table, clambering up on top of it. He cleared his throat, looking around as more and more people started looking up at him in confusion. Perfect! An audience.

He called her name over the crowd, looking at her intently until she turned to him with wide eyes, shrugging off the other guy that was still trying to get an arm around her. He smiled brightly, though she looked less than amused, shaking her head a little at him.

“I want everyone in this room, and… and everyone forever, everywhere, to know something. I am so, stupidly, madly…” he stopped as he stumbled a little, his foot slipping off of the table’s edge in front of him. “Shit!”

He crashed to the floor, scraping his hand on something on the table as he tried to stop himself from landing too hard on the ground. He winced, both from the tumble to the ground and the pain in his hand. What the hell was so sharp on that table?

“Ow,” he muttered, not even trying to get up yet, rubbing his head a little as he felt quite dizzy.

“James!”

He squinted up with a small, pained smile as her saccharine voice reached his ears as she came rushing over. He groaned a little when she dropped on her knees in front of him, trying to look at his hand. It was bleeding a little bit.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” she mumbled, but he still noticed the worry in her eyes. It made him feel good.

“I’m drunk.”

“Clearly,” she sighed softly, then stood, reaching for his opposite hand. “Come on. Let’s go get you home.”

“I didn’t finish what I wanted–”

“You need to get to bed. You’re a mess, Jamie.”

He smiled a little more at that little nickname. He loved it when she called him that. He agreed instantly to her at that point. How could he say no?

“Okay. Lead the way, mama.”

“...Don’t call me that.”

“Mm,” he shrugged, letting her help him stand up. He hung off of her, practically using her as a human crutch. “You’re so sweet to me.”

She stayed quiet, trying to bring him out of the room of people either staring or laughing at him. It was a miracle she got him home, but she did after a lengthy battle against the sidewalks and stairs. She sat him on his bed, making him stay put as she went to get disinfectant and a bandage for his hand.

He blinked slowly, looking after her with a dopey smile as she left and returned. She sat in front of him on the bed, taking his hand in hers. He barely whined at all when she cleaned off his hand, muttering something about him being a ‘clumsy, ridiculous cunt’. He thought it was cute how she could take care of him so well while still insulting him for being an absolute idiot. He reasoned that at least he would be her idiot. 

“Sorry, love,” he mumbled when she finished up with his hand. “But you’re awfully good at this stuff. Maybe I got hurt on purpose just so you’d take care of me.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, practically force-feeding him some water. 

He swallowed. “No, I didn’t. But I could have. I like it like this.”

“You like having your hand all fucked up, and a room full of people laughing at you?”

“I like you sitting with me like this. Giving me alllll your attention,” he giggled. “Besides, you’re really pretty when you’re concentrating. I don’t mind getting hurt if it means you’ll do that silly little thing where your tongue sticks out a bit when you’re focusing.”

“You need to go to sleep,” she said softly, fighting a smile.

“But I didn’t finish what I was gonna say on the table.”

“Too late.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Too bad.”

He whined. “Please? That douchebag who was all over you is gonna go right back to it if you go back to the party.”

“I’m not going back to the party. And what do you even mean? What guy?”

“The one who was on you when I got up on the table,” he pouted.

She quirked a brow. “I don’t even know that guy.”

“That’s worse! He’s gonna steal you away!” James exclaimed. “That isn’t fair. I had you first.”

She swallowed once, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I don’t like boys looking at you or… or touching you or talking to you or anything. You were mine first. They need to back off,” he said, getting increasingly irritated. “I don’t care if you think I’m annoying or you don’t like me. Doesn’t mean some other boy gets to just… take you.”

“Slow down,” she said, grabbing his arm. “First of all, I do like you, if not evidenced by us becoming friends the past several months. Second… some dude I don’t even know isn’t gonna come along and ‘take me’. That doesn’t even make sense. Besides…”

“It does make sense! You’re so beautiful, and funny, and caring, and really mean but in a way that is super hot…”

“I don’t want to date some random frat boy, James.”

“But they want to date you!”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“I do! I love you! They shouldn’t get to butter you up and take you away from me, it isn’t fair,” he groaned, tossing himself back onto the pillows.

As a result, he didn’t see her mouth drop open at the accidental confession, nor the way her eyes widened as she looked at him. 

“You love me?”

“What?”

“You just said you love me.”

James opens his eyes, though he doesn’t look at her. “...no I didn’t.”

“You’re a shit liar, Jamie. I know what I heard.”

He winced a little. “Well… maybe I do. That’s what I was gonna say on the table, anyway.”

“So you’re brave enough to say it in front of a crowd, but you get scared to admit to it one-on-one?” She snorted a laugh.

“It’s easier to not get rejected right away when we’re around other people. Then at least I could figure out your reaction when you were still far away,” he said meekly, finally looking at her.

“You think I’d reject you?”

“Maybe? You kind of hated me when we first met.”

“And now? Who do I spend every waking moment with, dummy?”

“...me?”

She merely raised her brows, opening her hands in an ‘obviously, dumbass’ kind of gesture. He smiled at her.

“So…?” he asked vaguely.

“So… you love me, huh?”

He merely nodded, looking a little sheepish and still pretty drunk. She was thanking her lucky stars that she was still extremely tipsy as well, or else she probably would’ve passed out from nerves.

“What if I said… like, me too?”

His eyes widened. “You too?”

“Yeah.”

“You love me too? Like, also?”

“Yes, like, also,” she laughed. “I’ve honestly had a crush on you since the second day of classes this year.”

“Really?” He smiled brightly. “Ugh, you’re horrible!”

“What?” she scoffed a laugh.

“You are evil! I’ve been saying it since day one. This whole time I thought I was an idiot for liking you so much, and you had a crush on me?”

“To be fair, I really didn’t want to. You were pretty insufferable,” she chuckled, brushing some of his messy hair out of his face.

“Then what changed for me?”

“Nothing. I just started thinking all of your irritating traits were becoming irritatingly adorable.”

“You think I’m adorable?” He giggled to himself.

“Don’t push your luck, Potter.”

“Don’t call me that. I like it better when you call me Jamie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Makes me all soft and mushy inside.”

“You’re such a sap,” she sighed softly, leaning down over him to kiss his cheek.

He felt his cheeks heat up quickly at the sweet gesture, and even more when she didn’t pull her face away from his. He looked up at her with a soft smile. How could he not have fallen head over heels?

He leaned up slightly, glancing down at her lips before closing his eyes to let her make the first official move. He hoped she’d make that move. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and sparks all over his body when he felt her lips meet his for the first time. He smiled into the kiss, unable to stop himself from it.

He kissed her back, though it was admittedly sloppy with the both of them still fairly inebriated, James being even more so. But to him at the very least, it was perfect.

Against his preference, she pulled away. He pouted, as he usually did when he didn’t get as much attention from her as he’d like.

“You have to promise me something,” she said quietly.

His ears perked up. “Anything.”

“We won’t become annoying like Lily and Marls or Sirius and Remus.”

He grinned. “Does that mean you want to date me?”

“God, you’re dense,” she muttered against his lips, kissing him again with no intention of ever stopping.

#london boy mention ‼️ #james potter #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter au #james potter college au #james potter fluff #james potter fic #james potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders fluff #marauders fanfiction #marauders au #luna still hates jk

[yandere-sins]

IM CRYING AT THE THOUGHT OF KÖNIG NOT LETTING DARLING COOK

No because imagine him approving of your combat skills (if you suck then you wouldn't be a KorTac operator in the first place) and enjoying how well you work with him on the battlefield but he draws the line if you were to get injured from cooking 😭😭😭

Darling, KorTac, and TF141 when König refuses to let darling cook but allows her to commit war crimes:

Darling explaining (begging) to König on why he should let her bond with the others like a normal soldier and cook for herself because she's not a child.

König towards anyone who tried getting too close to HIS platonic darling (they made a small talk).

You're sooo right about Ghost being rougher yet gives his darling more freedom aka the bare minimum. The problem with platonic yandere König is that he's infantilizing! Even if he's also friends with Horangi, you and Horangi are treated very differently. Horangi and KorTac pities you, truly.

I thought of something, since the rest of TF141 doesn't know the whole thing about you and König, how would you think they'll react towards König's treatment towards his darling? The only ones who came to my mind are Price and Ghost. Price who raises an eyebrow because he's not even like that with his men, and Ghost calling König out on his treatment that makes you uncomfortable.

König is just too afraid something might happen, he totally pulls darling from any missions if he can, but alas, they are more than capable. It also starts out as kind of nice for the darling, I mean, it's great if someone takes care of you for a while, right? But at some point they'll be pretty annoyed for even needing a chaperone to go to the toilet. But of course it's also hard to send König away. He only means well after all... Darling will need to put their foot down even if it hurts (':

The 141 probably sees it as a weird co-dependant situation at first. You're like a service pet even though they never saw the "real" and vulnerable König, so it makes even less sense. However, things do begin to ring alarm bells when they notice you getting frustrated about things like being sent away whenever you want to make food for yourself and König taking over. Or when you don't show up to training. Ghost and Soap are more on the personal front, catching up to you and bumping into your shoulder, asking if you're okay. Price is more of a business front where he orders you to meet him, however, he's still kind when he asks if you need help or if there is something uncanny going on he should know about. They're not really in a position to interfer with KorTac employees, but if you tell them you need a break, they can at least try to get the big guy off your back ever so often. You'll have to do the reporting yourself if you have enough but they can give you the pen and paper or telephone if it's something you'd rather not do in König's presence. But then again, do you want to?

#yandere talk #könig #ghost #yandere könig #yandere ghost #cod #call of duty #yandere cod #yandere call of duty #yandere!cod #yandere!call of duty #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[a-mint-bear]

Yandere Girl Types

The Super Fan

● She can't help but trail after you like a lovesick puppy. She looks at you and everything you do with the rosiest of rose-colored glasses. Whether you're the talented type or just an average person, she looks at you like you are her everything, because you are!

● Whenever you're together, she's a little clingy. But it's nice to have someone who likes you as much as she does. It makes you feel special, wanted. She's not shy about making the first move, and she's especially not shy about telling you how she feels. But she makes sure you know that you don't have to say it back if you're not there yet. She knows you will though. Soon.

● She sits and smiles at the pictures of you all over her room. Anything you've touched, she considers her greatest treasures. She saw you drop your favorite pen one day and meant to give it back to you, honest. But the moment she touched it, it was like something came over her. She stuffed it in her bag and took it home, and ever since, she can't help but take your things. Especially the stuff that smells like you. She keeps taking more and more of your things, but it's not enough. It's never enough...

● She makes copies of your keys when you "lose" them on day. At first, it's just to sneak into your place and take things she can't get otherwise, but it quickly escalates. She lets herself in and plays house, imagining your life together. Soon, she's watching you sleep and even lies down next to you, just for a little bit. She wants to touch you so badly...

● She wonders... if you woke up, would you smile like you always do? Would you hold her close? Would you be hers?

The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

● On the outside, she's the nicest girl. Whenever you see her, she's always got a sweet smile on her face and is always willing to help you if it means she gets to spend a little more time with you. You think of her as the kind and generous type, but she doesn’t extend this behavior to anyone but you.

● She doesn't really seem interested in dating. Anyone who actually has asked her out gets turned down gently. But a few of them swear they could see a look of disgust flash across her face for just a second before the rejection, but they always thought they just imagined it. In reality, there's only one person on her mind, so no one else can even compare.

● No one sees the other side of her. The way she stares down the girl who always laughs at your jokes. How she swears under her breath when she sees how your best guy friend just casually touches your arm, how her nails dig into the palms of her hands until they bleed. But when your eyes meet hers, you’d never guess the things she’d just been imagining.

● She hears a rumor that someone is going to ask you out. At first, she just plans to put them in their place and remind them that you deserve better, maybe just harass them or scare them. Or maybe ruining their life a little, poisoning their friends against them or getting them fired. But the thought of them getting pity from you or running to you and telling you how she acts when you’re not around… The thought of you holding them close, telling them you how much you love them... Something in her just snaps. She catches them when they're isolated and gets rid of them. Nothing can ever be traced back to her.

● She can't risk you seeing her in a bad light, even if it's so the two of you can be together. Everything she does, it's all for you!

The Secret Admirer

● She's had a rough home life. She has no one in her corner, no one's been there for her. She doesnt have anyone she can call her own. Until she sees you for the first time. Something about you is just... right. You fill that empty spot she's felt her entire life and the thought of you is the only thing that makes life worthwhile.

● She's quiet, reserved, and always looking your way. You can feel someone watching you sometimes, but when you turn around, no one's there. You don't connect it to the girl you've seen around lately. It doesn’t matter to her how you treat her, whether you say hello, smile politely, or give her a look for staring. Any attention, good or bad, is everything to her. You're everything to her. But she can't tell you, not yet. If she messes it up, if you reject her... She couldn't live with that.

● You start noticing things. Little gifts someone has left you, sometimes snacks and treats. The book you've been reading suddenly has a pressed flower inside the front cover, baby's breath. You find love notes in your bag. Some are flowery poetry, others get a little steamy, but it's all a bit clumsy, somehow. At first you think it might be one of your friends pranking you, but no one you know would pull something like this. Maybe someone actually has a thing for you? But how are you supposed to respond when there's no way to give anyone an actual answer? You decide to just ignore it until this person actually decides to meet you face to face.

● You don't smile when you see her gifts anymore. The notes she pours her heart into get left where you find them. Seeing you just walk away when she does something for you shatters her. Love her, hate her, anything! Just don't ignore her!! Without you, she has nothing to live for... Please... Don't leave her behind. Through her tears, her agony turns to desperation.

● You can't get rid of her. She won't let you. Maybe... it's time for you to meet.

The Boss Lady

● You've been working under her for the last few years. She's powerful, she's beautiful, and so very, very intimidating. She gets what she wants, no matter who she has to step on. She seems to have locked onto you for some reason, having you run and get her things and having you stay and work overtime.

● She seems to like running you ragged and seeing you flustered. You have half a mind to believe that she’s been “accidentally” brushing up against you reaching for files or leaning to talk in your ear as you sit at your desk, her charming, sultry voice sending shivers up your spine. Your damn body is betraying you. You don’t want to think that damn tyrant is attractive! Your coworkers are jealous that you're spending so much time with her, but you think they'd think twice if they were the ones picking up her dry cleaning and coffee orders, day in and day out. You tell a coworker you'd quit, but you need the money too much.

● One day, she calls you into her office. She says she has a proposition for you. She wants you to be her executive assistant. It comes with great benefits and a HUGE pay raise. The work will be harder, sure, but you'd have to be an idiot to say no. But the conditions get more specific and odd. You would accompany her on all her business trips, eat all your meals with her, you'd even be living in her penthouse suite. At first, you think it's just a weirdly intensive position, she just needs someone to manage her life. But the way she's looking at you... it's like she wants to possess you entirely.

● All you can think to ask is, why you? There's a bored look on her face as she starts talking about her career. How her job and climbing the corporate ladder were the only things she put any effort into. Everything else was so tedious and dull. Until you started as an intern, dropping off her coffee order with that nervous smile. She started noticing how hard you work, how you never turn down her requests, how you try to hide your smile when she praises you... How your breath hitches when her hand brushes yours. And how, every day when you clock out, her world stagnates until she sees you again.

● Say yes, and you'll have everything you could ever want. But make no mistake, you'll be hers. And she has no plans to let you go.

#yandere girl #female yandere #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere oc #i don't know why but #lady yanderes are a bit scarier than the guys #in a good way but still #boss lady is my fav #i dont like making these too mature but #she would def get you a collar lol #also #baby's breath can mean everlasting love and undying devotion

[your-girl-mj]

whiney when drunk [1610!miles × drunk!reader]

summary: [name] drinks too much, and miles has to face its consequences.

warning: mention of skintone, but i think it was harmless. kinda cringe, but she's drunk, so what can i say?

note: based on a scene from "Hidden Love" when the girl got drunk. she/her for reader, he/him for miles

created: august 7, 2023

published: august 9, 2023

first part | second part

miles were in the middle of his homework, and the paper is consist with equations and small doodles on the side. his head booping at the music from his headphones, tapping his pen every now and then.

his work came to a halt when his phone rang and the music stopped. the device moves the slightest as it vibrates on the hard surface of his desk.

checking the caller id, a smile tugged his lips, seeing it was his girlfriend. "hola, mamí." he greeted his eyes, caught the clock, and it was already nine, almost ten. "are you finished hanging out? want me to pick you up?" miles asked, already standing up from his seat.

miles knew it was [name] and her friend's outing since they all passed their finals. she asked him to come as well, but he still needs to finish his homework for college. "..hello?" a slur voice erupts from the device, making miles frown his brows in confusion. he struggled to put his suit on with one hand as the other held the phone.

"[name], are drunk?" he frowned. It's not like he's not allowing her to drink. he just doesn't want her to get drunk and feel horrible in the morning after. and of course, especially when there are boys in her friend group. "you said you don't drink."

"...i don't." she answered before a little giggle followed right after. "i miss my boyfriend..." her hand was leaning on a table. her vision is blurry, and her body seems to be disobedient today and does not help her balance. "my... adorable spidey—"

"okay, okay!" he cut her off his nervousness are rising up at the thought of his girlfriend exposing his identity because she's drunk, quickly putting his jordans in a bag as well as things he knew she'll need, then rushing to get his keys. "don't drink anymore, okay?"

"mm.." she hummed, looking around the restaurant. picking a food from her plate and eat it. her head is too fuzy to think straight and following the first thing that comes to her mind.

"can you tell me where you are?" miles rubs a hand over his face, a little disappointed that she drinks a little too much than she couldn't handle.

"[adress.]" she said in a slow and low voice. her eyes were dropping as it was only two hours before midnight.

"wait there, I'm on my way." he puts on his mask and jumps off his window. his other hand still cling on his phone.

"whhhyy?" she squint her eyes, tilting her head before she soon feels like her head is weighted two times heavier and presses her temple on the cold surface of the table, resting it there.

her friends calling her name in the background, but she paid no mind to them, wanting to only hear her boyfriend's voice.

"because I'm going to pick up a drunkard." with that miles hangup. leaving a very confused [name] on the other side.

"a what?" she sat up straight, migraine swirl in her head making her massage her head. "miles? hello?" looking at her phone, the girl only saw her lockscreen of her and miles. [name] clicked her tongue, "you can come here and you'll see me, but when i come there, i won't see you." she frowns at the image of miles in her phone. "you're so weird..."

"i'll be off," she announced to her friend group, taking her bag with a drowsy action. as she stood, her feet were giving her a hard time to walk straight.

a series of goodbyes are heard as she slowly walked her way out. pushing the door with all her left out strength, it didn't budge as she thought it would. "girl, how much did you drink?" the voice of a friend came to her side, helping her pull the door open.

"i don't know.." she blurb out, "miles is going to..pick me up, you don't have to come.." [name] lightly push her friend back to the entrance. "have fun in there.."

"no, no, no. I'll get back when your boyfriend shows up," her friend insisted, holding her arm to steady her body. "you okay?"

"no," [name] answered, getting out of her friend's grasp and crouching down with her head leaning on her knees. "i feel like throwing up..." her voice coming out as mumbled, her friend slowly rubbing circles on her back.

miles, finally in his civilian clothes; jogged up to where the said place is. a sigh left him as he saw his girl sitting down on the floor with a friend by her side.

"oh, hey! you're here," her friend greeted, noticing miles, standing up straight. [name] leaning her body into her friend's leg. "it was a mistake to make her drink, we're sorry."

"nah, it's good." he nods, then meets his girl's eye level. [name] slowly lift her head up and meet his disappointed face. the girl only scoffed at him, frowning.

"who are you?" her eyes squinted as she tried to look harder and tried to figure out why he looked familiar. miles couldn't stop a chuckle to get out.

"your boyfriend." he answered, his negative feelings are now gone. he waved back to her friend as she made her way inside.

"no, you're not." huffing, she turned away from him. still sitting down on the street.

"then, i'm a friend of your boyfriend."

"no, you're not... i only know one."

"and who is it?" he started to get along with whatever she had in her mind. slowly taking her hands, and tried to pull her up.

"ganke, and he's asian.. and white." she mumbled, standing up as he pulled her. miles came to a conclusion that she'll be an easy target for kidnapping. "and you're not white..." she leaned her body into his, taking a short nap. her voice is now talking nonsense.

"no, i'm not." he laughed, slowly taking her arm and guiding her on the way to take a cab. his other hand held tightly on her waist, not wanting her to fall. "you're whiny when you're drunk." shaking his head, a smile still plastered on his lips

it only took a short while before she protested, "don't touch me," scolding him, [name] pulled away from him and sat down once again, "i have a boyfriend. and i'm waiting for him.."

miles are smiling ear to ear as she refuses to take his hand because she thinks he is a stranger, "but i'm your boyfriend." he sat down as well. it was a good thing they stopped in a park with no people around.

"you are..?" she tilted her head, looking at him clearly now. miles only replied with a hum, nodding. [name] took his face and observed it carefully. miles thought she's getting more adorable as second pass by. "miles!" she broke into a grin, squeezing his face.

"hey!" he lightly greets her, mimicking her beam. "you finally recognise me," placing his hand aboves hers, he caresses the back of her palm.

"i missed youuu!" [name] whined, the alcohol is taking major effects. as tears coming out of her eyes, pouting at him, "but you don't miss me.."

"aw, mamí.. i missed you every day. " bring her hand to his lips, and he kissed her palm. smiling at her with a lovesick grin.

"you don't..." she cried, taking her hand away; wiping her eyes. miles blink at her, confused why would she think that way.

"i do, [nickname].." he took her hands again, rubbing it gently.

"you don't." her face is flushed, hazy eyes are fighting for consciousness. "you said we're gonna— we're gonna have a date and then... you cancelled..again!" she started to cry for the second time tonight. her voice cutting off on its own as it was hard for her to talk while sobbing. "you don't love me anymore..!"

what makes it worse, her sobs made her migraine throb much more. miles can only feel guilt in his chest. he chose not to explain it tonight since he knows she'll not remember anything and that he can focus on taking care of her. but how?

his head was in a fuzz, not knowing what to do. is this why she doesn't drink? "i do love you, [nickname]." she cried even harder, making miles in a full panic. "don't cry, don't cry, baby..." he pulled out wipes from his bag and wiped her face gently. "...how much did you drink?"

"dunno'... it was on a small cup. hehe, cute cup.." [name]'s face is red from her cries and the effect of the drinks. she stays still as miles clean her face, "i feel sick..."

"i know you do, let it out. you'll feel better," her boyfriend pulled out a plastic bag and held it for her.

"no! it's disgusting..." her eyes are now close, her head bopping before miles catching and made her lean into him. "i love you..." she mumbled, nuzzling on his chest. a pout is still present.

"i love you too, [nickname.]" he kisses her forehead, giving her a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth in slow motion. the guilt is still present.

"kiss?" she perk her lips up, wanting to give her a peck. miles waste no time to fulfil her wish and give her a short yet sweet kiss.

"you taste like booze." he commented. she's so wasted that she can't even feel her own feet.

she suddenly opened her eyes at him, her lips started to wobble and started to cry again, "i'm sorry...! i didn't mean toooo!" she sobbed.

miles could only blink at her, and a chuckle escaped him. "it's okay, mami. you're okay," a snort followed.

[name] looked at him betrayed, "you're laughing..." this made miles purse his lip, taking all his might to not laugh. "you're making fun of meeee," she then layed down on the cold floor, lazily swinging her arms.

who knew booze can change a whole person's personality?

miles did his best not to laugh, "no, i'm not laughing, [nickname]," he took her hands and carry her to her feet, the boy is biting down a grin as she kept looking at his face, "i'm not making fun of you, it's okay you got drunk."

"but you're mad!" she throws her head back, huffing. her head feels heavy all of a sudden, and everything is blurry like before. miles was quick to put a support behind her head, confused by what she meant.

"mad? why would i get mad?" Scooping her by her hips and back, miles carried her like a princess. he made sure his girl was comfortable before walking, doing his best to not sway too much.

[name] snuggled into his arms as he carried her, "on the phone.. you're mad because i got dru...nk ..." her voice trailed off, slowly getting others taken by sleep, "but i love you so..." with that, she's finally sleeping soundly on his chest.

miles smiled at her, she looks so beautiful even with a rough night like this. kissing her forehead, he replied to her words. "yo tambien te amo, mi vida." [i love you too, my life.]

should i make a "morning after" part?

edit: morning after part <3 here

#miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #spiderman #into the spider verse #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales fluff #miles morales fic

[ddejavvu]

Eddie, your boyfriend, and you discussing having a threesome at some point. And then he offers you a threesome with Chrissy. You get confused like does Eddie wanna sleep with Chrissy? I just thought they were friends? But then he explains babe, Chrissy wants to sleep with YOU. She, like, is always telling him how pretty you are

You were only eager to explore the idea of a threesome with Eddie until he had a name already locked and loaded for your third party. You thought you'd scout a bar together, or rope one of your friends' friends into a one-time test that would determine whether 'the more the merrier' applied to sex. But when Eddie responds to your initial proposal with a quick nod, and a, 'Chrissy?' you start rethinking your offer.

"Uh," You flounder, stomach starting to churn, "I guess- maybe? I thought you two were just friends."

"We are," He nods, still absent-minded until his brain catches up with him. Then he's dropping his pen onto the scribbled doodle he'd been sketching, looking up at you with wide eyes pooled with understanding.

"Wait, wait, wait, not like that." He reaches for your hands, and you hear him out with dread still pooling in your stomach.

"We are just friends," He assures you, pretty brown eyes dripping with sincerity behind his long lashes, "But she likes you. She talks about you all the time. At first she was just, like, asking me how you were doing when she saw me and stuff. But then she came to my van to pick something up," He clears his throat, politely leaving the name of whatever drugs she was buying out of your conversation, "-and out of the corner of my eye I saw her slip something into her pocket. I only realized later, when you couldn't find it, that it was your lip gloss that you keep in the cupholder. And when I saw her again she was wearing it, now it's the only thing she wears."

You mull the information over a bit, deep in thought. Then, in a quiet voice, "That doesn't mean she wants to have sex with me, Eddie."

"That's... not all of it." He admits, raising a hand to scratch at his hair, "I tried to be casual about it. I said the stuff she was wearing looked like yours. And she got all red, started talking about how pretty the color was. I was starting to get a little suspicious, but I really couldn't tell if she was after me or you, y'know?"

You nod, and he squeezes your hands tighter.

"Then the next time I sold stuff to her, she asked about you again. I teased her a bit, asked if she just wanted to come over and see you. She heated up again, started smoothing out her skirt and messing with her shirt, asking if I meant 'right now?'. That's when I figured it out."

"I kinda elbowed her, y'know?" Eddie mimics the gesture, rocking his body to one side, "And I said 'Holy shit, you've got a thing for my girlfriend!'.

--

"No!" Chrissy stammers, shaking her head so that her ponytail bounces, "No, Eddie, that's- I would never do that to you!"

I don't blame you," Eddie shrugs, a smug smirk on his face, "I've got a thing for her too."

"I think she's really pretty." Chrissy admits, eyes wide and glued to her feet, "But that's- she's your girlfriend! And I know it's not fair, I- I'm really sorry, Eddie."

"Really," He laughs, knocking his shoulder into hers, "It's fine. I know you won't try anything. Hell, you're so sweet you'd pr'y come crying to me feeling guilty before you'd even made a move. You are not a cheater, I know that."

--

"Thing is," Eddie picks away a smear of nail polish that's stuck in the crease of your finger, "Now that I know, she won't shut up about you. She just talks and talks and talks, all day long, about how pretty she thinks you are, how lucky I am, and I don't really disagree."

"That's.. crazy." You shake your head, not because you're upset, but because you're surprised. You've interacted with the girl before, and she's been almost unbearably sweet, but you hadn't thought anything of it. You'd heard only good things about her, so you just assumed her saccharine demeanor was the default. You have to say, thinking about the starry-eyed girl having a puppy crush on you is making your heart beat just a bit faster.

"Well, all I'm saying is, she's a willing candidate. We'd have to break our 'no kissing' rule, though," Eddie grins, "I think she wants to give back some of that lip gloss she snatched."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x reader x chrissy cunningham #hellcheer x reader #chrissy cunningham fluff #chrissy cunningham fanfiction #chrissy cunningham x you #eddie munson x you

[thefallennightmare]

Just Pretend-nineteen

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I realized today that Sarah and I have been working on this story for almost TWO MONTHS. Holy shit. Talk about a slow burn! I don't think it's ever taken me this long to write an active story. Also, there are a few sentences in Greek and Italian in this chapter. You can find the translations at the end of the chapter.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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NOAH

My knee bounced in a tangent along with the clock on the wall behind Dr. Poulos as she tilted her head towards me, waiting for my answer. 

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I blinked slowly. 

She gave me a small smile, tapping her pen on her notebook; something I’ve realized she did when she was ready to ask me a hard-hitting question. 

“How have the panic attacks been?” Dr. Poulos wondered. 

“Uh,” I rubbed my jaw. “It’s been better, I suppose. I still feel them starting every once in a while but my friends have been great at helping me through them.” 

“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I know it was a problem for you from our first session.” 

“Yeah, I’ve come to realize there were a few aspects of my life that hindered me more than helped me.” 

Dr. Poulos’ brows raised. “Like what?” 

“Up until recently, I would drink; a lot. And smoke weed every so often. People say it’s the lesser of the drugs but it affected me in such a way that I didn’t like the man I saw in the mirror. Same with the alcohol. So, I’ve decided to become sober.” 

That spread a wider smile on her face. “I’m proud of you, Noah. It’s not an easy thing to overcome but to see how determined you are makes me very happy.” 

I ran my hands over my thighs while standing up straighter on the couch; her positive praise made my heart beat a bit faster. 

“I just want to be the healthiest I can be. Your body is a temple, ya know? It’s only been a few weeks but I can already tell a difference in the way I sing.” 

“That’s exceptional, Noah. I’m happy to hear that. It’ll help the course of your life. But I must ask, do you feel it’ll leave a part of you open and willing to accept the love you think you deserve?” 

I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, as you mentioned previously, it sounds like Y/N has had some complicated relations with a man who was in a state of addiction. Do you feel that maybe, a part of your being sober can help you leave that part finally open? Allow you to see that you can be loved.” 

When I remained silent, letting her words rest in my mind, Dr. Poulos shut her notebook and set it on the table between us; next to one of those sand zen garden things. 

“What you're doing with Bailey and hiding your true feelings for Y/N doesn't seem to be helping, right?” 

I shook my head with a long sigh. “I never meant for things to go this far.” 

Dr. Poulos leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, stippling her fingers. 

“Has Y/N ever given you a reason to doubt the things you say to her?” 

“No. Never,” I answered without missing a beat. 

“Then what’s stopping you from telling her how you feel?” She brushed a strand of brown-graying hair from her eyes. 

With Dr. Poulos’ words replaying in my mind, I sat down on the steps of her office while clicking on Bailey’s contact name on my phone. As it rang, I tapped my fingers on my knee to drum a random beat. 

“Hey, it’s Bailey. Leave me a message!’

Cursing to myself, I wished that she had answered because I didn’t want to do this with her voicemail but I had no other option. This needed to be done. 

“Bailey, it’s me- Noah,” I sighed while pinching my eyes shut. “Listen, I didn’t want to do this over text or on your voicemail. But I thought it best you hear me say this. I wanted to discuss it with you the other day but shit came up.” 

My eyes watched as a few people walked past on the sidewalk in front of me. 

“Look, I never wanted to hurt you, you’re a nice girl but this-us-isn’t working for me. I’m-I’m sorry if this hurts you. Truly. I’m not good at words all the time but I will say that I wish you the best and I hope you have a nice life.” 

After hanging up, I could physically feel the weight lift off my shoulders and heart. Breathing was easier and lighter, so with this newfound feeling, I quickly dialed Y/N’s number. 

“Mochi!” 

I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Hi, angel. Are you busy?” I asked while rising from the steps to walk a few steps to my car that was parked in the street. 

“I’m walking into an appointment right now. Can I call you later?”

Ignoring the way my heart dropped, I started my car and sat there for a moment. 

“Of course. I’ll be in the studio but I’ll always answer for you.” My hand ran over the steering wheel. 

“So sweet,” Y/N chuckled and my stomach fluttered. “There’s a reason why I gave you that nickname.” 

We quickly said our goodbyes and my mind was filled with the heavy conversation I needed to have with Y/N. I didn’t even realize the familiar figure bounding up the steps of the same office I left mere minutes ago, her yellow sundress flowing in the wind.

READER

My eyes were trained on the small sand zen garden on Dr. Poulos’ table as she tapped her pen against the notebook in her lap. The clock ticked annoyingly loudly behind her, almost mocking me as I continued to leave her question unanswered. 

“Y/N,” Dr. Poulos’s voice was firm, breaking me from my trance. “You mentioned your mother contacted you the other day?” 

I played with the hem of my yellow sundress. “Uh, yeah. She doesn't do it often but when she does, she really lets her feelings known.” 

“And what are those feelings?” 

“The same bullshit. My mom doesn’t agree with the lifestyle I’ve chosen. She thinks it's a waste of time,” I shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s who she is. Being Greek, I was raised to have large but realistic dreams. My father on the other hand wanted and still wants me to follow my heart, he wants me to go after what I want, what I need. There’s a line between both of them.”

“You know,” Dr. Poulos tucked a strand of her brown-graying hair behind her ear. “There’s a study that says insecure attachment styles can develop as a result of poor parenting. Research indicates that attachment in childhood affects the development of familial, social, and romantic relationships later in life. Do you feel this has deeply affected or influenced your relationships? 

I pursed my lips. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, you’ve had a pattern of falling for men who aren't good for you yet believing they are real love when you know subconsciously you deserve better.” 

“Maybe,” the word trailed off my lips, uncertainty weighing heavy on my heart. 

Dr. Poulos hummed, crossing one leg over the other. “It sounds that way, doesn’t it? Are you running from Noah because you’re afraid you’ll disappoint him? Afraid he’ll do what your mother often does? You’ve seen the way your parent's marriage was like growing up, that has to be a hindering factor, doesn't it? 

My jaw ticked. “My mother was unfair to my father. I’d never do that or treat anyone that way.” 

“I know you won’t, Y/N. You know it yourself, deep down in your heart,” she patted a hand over her own heart. “Because from what you told me about Noah, I don’t believe that he would act the way your mother has. You won’t disappoint him. And he doesn’t want to do that to you either.” 

I shook my head widely. “He’s with someone else so it doesn't even matter.” 

A small smile lifted at the corner of her lips. “Quite the contrary, Y/N. You said it earlier you wanted to tell him the truth. He isn’t your mother and again, from what you’ve told me it sounds like you both may want the same things. You’re just not trusting yourself. You’re relying on your trauma and issues with your mother to get in the way.” 

“Wow, nice observation,” I snorted. “How am I supposed to fix that?” 

Dr. Poulos ignored my snarky attitude. “If your mother has been unreliable, then you may need to lean on other people who are for support. Socializing with friends and learning to be vulnerable with others can help increase emotional connection.” 

“Malcolm and Chase are reliable,” I stated. 

“It sounds like it, from what you’ve told me,” she nodded. “There’s also Noah. His support can take some time to develop but having stable relationships with others can be part of healing. And most of all, self-care.” 

I left therapy with a hopeful heart and bright smile. Dr. Poulos always knew what I needed to hear as much as I tried to fight it. Peaking down at my phone, my pulse quickened when I noticed a missed text from Noah.

Mochi 🍡: New episode of Attack on Titan dropped. I can pick up lunch. Your place or mine?

Giggling, I typed out my response, not letting anything ruin this euphoric high I felt.

NOAH

I stood outside Y/N’s front door, shaking out the nerves, and knocked on it. I had a bag of take-out food in my hand, something she requested from her favorite burrito place. 

“Hi,” she smiled while letting me in. “Did you remember the Dr. Pepper?” 

I chuckled while holding up the cup. “Light ice.” 

As we set out the food on the table in their dining room, I motioned towards the various easels and splattered pain on the carpet. “Studio?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N gave a sheepish smile. The lighting in here is better than my bedroom; although not by much.” 

I took in the various paintings of abstract lines and colors, some of random landscapes, and one of Salem. 

“These are really good, angel.” 

“I’m glad I decided to do this. Painting has been a great way to escape from reality, even for a little bit,” she took a bite of her burrito. “Oh, extra guac? How’d you know?” 

I shrugged. “I just do.”

We ate in silence for the next few long moments and as much as I tried to quiet the loud voices in my mind that screamed at me to tell Y/N the truth right now, it was extremely difficult. 

My eyes took in the glimmer of her bracelet as she reached for the chips and I couldn't stop the smile that spread wide to my lips. Y/N was still wearing the jewelry I bought her and it made me feel proud. 

“Where’s Chase and Malcolm?” I asked, noticing the quiet.

Y/N took a large drink of her soda, reveling in the taste. “Hiking. They left earlier this morning and typically don’t come back till later. So I have the place to myself.”

Just as I was about to speak, a persistent knock sounded on the front door, and she turned towards it with a confused stare. 

“Expecting anyone?” 

She shook her head. “Nope. Probably someone selling Girl Scout cookies.” 

“If they have Thin Mints, I’ll take four boxes,” I called after Y/N. 

Her laugh echoed throughout the room but soon seized when she opened the door. I noticed the way her body went rigid and I slowly rose in time to see a tall but petite brunette all but push her way inside. 

“Hi, koukla. I would have texted or called but it seems like you have an issue with checking your phone,” the lady peered around the space, a sour look on her lips. 

“Mo-mom? What are you doing here?” 

Shit. 

I knew there was a history with Y/N’s mom but never knew how deep it ran. 

“I was in town and thought to surprise you. Since you never talk to me anymore,” her mom tsked. 

Finally, her eyes landed on me, standing in the threshold of the living room and dining room; gaze hardening. 

“Who’s this?” She asked Y/N. 

Internally I snorted at how she asked Y/N rather than asking me. 

“I’m Noah,” I introduced myself while brushing away the strands from my face. 

Her mom hummed before nodding towards the back end of the house. “Give me and my daughter some privacy.” 

“Mom!” Y/N seethed. 

Noticing how the tension shifted, I gave Y/N a soft smile. “It’s alright. I’ll go say hi to Salem.” 

With my back to them, I walked down the hall and heard her mom mutter something in Greek. 

“Giatí échei makriá malliá?” 

“Eísai apísteftos,” Y/N responded in a stern voice. 

Sitting in the Y/N’s bedroom with Salem perched on my lap, I left the door wide open so I could listen in on the conversation. It may have been wrong to eavesdrop but something deep inside of me told me to be on edge, just in case.

“You should have called, Mom,” Y/N said. 

“You never return my calls.” 

“Gee, I wonder why. You exactly haven’t been that peachy the last few times we’ve talked.” I could hear the slight edge in Y/N’s voice. 

“I thought I’d told you I don’t appreciate the way you speak to me.” 

“It’s a two-way street, Mom. You get what you give.” 

Salem purred loudly in my lap and I continued to scratch him in the spot I knew he loved; between his ears. 

“I’ve always hated when your father used that line,” her mother sighed. 

Someone was pacing, their footsteps echoing loudly down the hall, and I peered down at Salem. 

“Your mom seems pretty upset right now,” I frowned at the feline. 

His bright green eyes stared back at me, simply demanding one thing silently; more pets to which I obliged. 

“Have you been to the doctor lately?” 

“Since when do you care, Mom? You never ask how I’m doing.” 

Salem jumped off of me when I slowly rose to my feet, deciding that I needed to be closer to Y/N, just in case. 

“I know how bad Endometriosis affects you, Y/N. I’m simply wondering.” 

I could almost hear Y/N roll her eyes as I neared the end of the hallway, out of sight but could still see just enough. Y/N stood with her hands on her hips while her mom sat comfortably on the couch. 

“I’m fine.” Y/N kept her answers short. 

Her mother pursed her lips. “And how’s the career?” 

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at the way she said career. 

Y/N snorted. “Please, like you give a shit.” 

“Watch your language!” 

“You’ve never supported me with my music. Hell, with any of my dreams. So don’t start acting like you give a shit now. 

Her mom rose to her feet, narrowing her gaze. “That’s not true. I only want what’s best for you, Y/N. You don’t want to end up like your father and be stuck.” 

“He wasn’t stuck,” Y/N scoffed while clenching her fists. 

Her mother clicked her tongue while brushing away Y/N’s hair from her face. “Yes, sweetie, he was. And I’m telling you, no man will want to deal with someone that’s always on the road. What man is going to wait around or understand this lifestyle? What future are you gonna have?”

My jaw clenched at hearing those words because I knew it wasn’t true. There was a man who wanted Y/N; me. I would wait for years if I had to. Whenever she was ready, I’d be here. 

But hearing how her mom talked to her made me realize that there was a reason why Y/N never spoke of her and why she was so apprehensive of any future relationship. 

“We’re not talking about this,” Y/N stepped away from her mom to stand on the other end of the couch, giving more space between them. 

“Once again, you’re avoiding a tough subject. I didn’t raise you this way,” her mother chastised. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Raised me? Are you fucking kidding me? You barely were home, too busy focusing on your career leaving Dad home to raise me!” 

I smirked at hearing Y/N mock her mother in how she said career moments before. 

“Your father was always your favorite. But it was me you stayed with after the divorce!” Her mother's voice was raised. 

Fearing this would end in such a bad way, I pulled my phone to send a text to Chase. 

Me: Y/N’s mom is here and I’m afraid shit is about to hit the fan. What should I do?

His response came almost immediately. 

Chase: Fuck. Whatever you do, Noah. Don’t leave. Stay until we get there. Every time her mom either contacts her or shows up, Y/N goes into a dark place. Malcolm and I are leaving right now and should be back in an hour.

I swallowed thickly as my stomach dropped. If the guys were worried about Y/N’s mom being here, it could only mean one thing. 

Disaster. 

“I stayed with you because you made me feel guilty!” Y/N choked on a sob. “For years I wondered why I didn’t feel a connection with you so I thought staying with you would bring us closer. But instead, you dropped the you’re adopted bomb on me; on my birthday!”

Her mother had the audacity to shrug. 

“You probably would have found out eventually. I simply sped up the process.” 

Y/N shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” 

“Because I tell the truth? You think people are going to stay with you with the lifestyle you’ve chosen?” 

“Oh, gods, we’re back on this again?” Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “I have a lot of people that support me.” 

 “Who? Your friend?” Her mom pointed a firm finger towards the hallway where I was still hiding around the corner. “Do you think he is going to wait around?” 

For years if I have to. 

“No. No one will, Y/N. You’re like your father with these pipe dreams.” 

“Pipe dreams? I didn’t realize wanting a family was a pipe dream,” Y/N spat. 

Her mother gave her a somber smile, clicking her teeth. “Kouklamou, I thought we talked about this. You can’t have a family, not the traditional way anyway. You need to realize that no man is going to want to go through all that trouble to have a child. It’s not worth it.” 

Y/N and I both flinched at the same time, those words almost verbatim with what Trey used to say to her. There I stood, my fists clenched by my sides, I rolled my shoulders back, glaring towards the petite brunette with dark eyes. 

I was feeling triggered while I observed this entire thing; it felt intrusive at first but now feels like I’m behind fifty feet of glass.

It made sense now, why this loving bond between Y/N and I was inaccessible. In this mode, I had to take great care not to damage these bonds of love, this relationship, this friendship, and this woman in front of me, who very early on became everything to my heart and soul. For in time, the glass disappeared and my love returned stronger.

I understood.

From my corner, I could see how the kitchen table had seen every emotion, from the sweet silent happiness of family times, when the only sound is contented enjoyment, to the rage that bursts out in the hard times; I understood. 

I refused to stand there and let it sour, not to her. Never to her.

Sobs played like a sad tune and I noticed Y/N was crying, hastily whipping away the tears. 

“I can’t believe I continue to let you in my life, knowing how you’ll treat me. Girls are supposed to look up to their mothers as idols, to learn from them how to be mothers. But you’ve shown me how not to treat my kids in the future.” 

“We’ve talked about this, Y/N. The chances of you becoming a mother are not in the cards for you. Neither is this musical career. You need to face reality.”

Fuck this. 

As I stepped into view of them, Y/N pointed to the front door. “I don’t need you to come in here and tell me how to run my life, I’m done with this.” 

“Y/n-.” 

“You heard her,” I spoke while standing next to Y/N, immediately wrapping my arm around her shoulder to pull her into my chest. 

My heart broke at how quickly she grasped onto my shirt, not wanting me to let her go. 

“Excuse me? This is a private matter between my daughter and me. This doesn't concern you,” her mom’s eyes sliced into me. 

“It does. Because it’s Y/N.” 

Her mom’s gaze bounced between the two of us, almost waiting for Y/N to object to my words, but instead, she stood firm, sniffing away her tears. 

“You need to leave.” 

With one final glare, Y/N’s mom snatched her purse off the couch while muttering something Greek under her breath before she slammed the door behind her; all the negative energy leaving in waves. 

“Y/N,” I tried to make her look at me but she kept her head cast down. 

“I can’t, Noah,” she cried. 

I lifted her chin with a firm finger and sucked in a breath as broken, bloodshot eyes stared back at me. 

“Don’t ever hide from me, angel. You know that.” 

Y/N kept her gaze firm on my face. “She does this every time. I don’t know why I continue to let her. I’m just a girl who wants her mother's love, is that so wrong?” 

“Angel,” I murmured while pulling her into my embrace, brushing a kiss across her forehead. 

NOAH

My fingers drummed against the marble counter in front of me while Davis set out various ingredients. We were currently streaming the two of us cooking BLTs, something for the fans to enjoy and watch. I was reading some of the comments, smiling at a few then cringing at some others. 

Davis handed me a block of cheese. “Cut this up for me, would ya?” 

With it in one hand, I playfully spit on my hand before giving it a nice smack. 

“Hm, imagining that someone's ass?” He smirked under his breath. 

I gave him a light shove. “Fuck off.” 

We spent the next long while goofing off and having fun for the stream. It was nice to let my mind focus on something else besides Y/N and her mom. I spent the rest of the night at her place, holding her in my arms as she cried herself to sleep. The familiar scent of her lingered on me as I tucked her softly in her bed. Before I walked out of her house, I ran into Chase and Malcolm, whose parting words stuck with me all day.

“She needs you more than she’ll admit. It may not seem like it but she does.” 

Y/N texted me this morning to thank me for being there for her and say that if she went M.I.A for a while today, it’s only because Hollow Souls were in the studio recording. I didn't ask how she was feeling after the surprise visit from her mom. Y/N would tell me, if she wanted to, when she was ready.

“Alright, let’s read some comments,” Davis suggested as we finished up the cook-off; me winning.

He held Max in his hands, every so often giving him kisses. As I read a few comments out loud and responded, the dog practically begged me for attention when a familiar username appeared on the screen. 

Y/NHollowSouls: Noah Sebastian, I swear to Hades himself. You kiss Max right now or I’ll come over there and kick your ass.

I laughed while shaking my head. “Alright, Max. Come here! Let me give you some love.” 

I scratched the dog's ear while leaving a soft kiss on his nose then looked back to the computer screen to see Y/N leave another comment. 

Y/NHollowSouls: Good, that’s better. Now I need to taste this famous BLT that won. 

“Then get your ass over here. Bring some coconut water because Noah drank the last one,” Davis said once he read the comment. 

My heart began to beat widely in my chest at the thought of seeing Y/N again. 

Y/NHollowSouls: fuck yes. Noah, have that sandwich ready for me.

We ended the stream shortly after that but my eyes lingered on the black screen for a long moment. Davis immediately picked up on my quiet mood and knocked on the countertop.

“Noah?” 

My name was white noise, still staring at zoning out in front of me. 

“Earth to Noah! Come in Herc! Come in Herc!” 

“What?” My eyes snapped over to Davis, finally breaking out of my trance. 

“What I thought.” He smirks before getting serious. “Are you alright?” 

I gave a weak smile towards Davis. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

He motioned towards the laptop. “I know you’re not actually fine right now but-.” 

I ran a hand over my face, doing my best to keep my breathing calm and even. “I’ll be fine, I promise. It just fucking hurts.” 

Davis shifted on his feet, hesitation clear on his face. “Why? No disrespect to Y/N at all, you know I love her-we all do. But why did you choose to stay in touch? After all the hurt you’ve gone through.”

My vision was direct with his. “Because I’d rather have her from afar to make sure she’s alright than to not have her in my life at all. Besides, she’s going through a lot of shit, something no one should go through alone. I won’t let her.” 

A grin spread across his face and he nodded. “I knew it. I just wanted to hear you admit it. But you need to end this shit with Bailey.” 

“I already did.” 

“Fuck,” Davis’ eyes widened. “Finally. How did she take it?” 

I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. “That’s the thing, she didn’t answer. I left her a voicemail.” 

“A voicemail? Damn, do you think she got the message?” Davis wondered while be began cleaning up the mess. 

I, instead, began making another sandwich for Y/N, knowing she’d be here soon. “I fucking hope so. If not, then she’s probably testing me to see if I’d change my mind.” 

“But you won't, right?” 

I snorted. “Fat chance.”

Davis turned towards me, drying his hands on a towel. “So you broke up with Bailey. What’s the next step with Y/N?” 

“I need to talk to her first. There’s a lot we need to talk about,” I said while pulling out a cold can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge. 

“Hey, that’s the last one,” he exclaimed. 

I merely shrugged while setting a place at the kitchen table for Y/N. “It’s for Y/N.” 

Davis, as much as he tried to be upset, chuckled. “In all seriousness, Noah, you know we’re here to support you. We have your back.” 

I smiled at one of my best friends. “I know.” 

Just then a knock sounded on the front door and before Davis could answer it, I quickly closed the short distance and opened it with a smile; only for it to drop seeing Y/N standing on the other side with a frown. 

“What’s wrong?” I questioned while allowing her to step inside and led her to Davis’ kitchen. 

“Chase’s birthday is on Friday and the venue I booked for it just canceled on me. Something about a pipe bursting and the room is flooded,” she exasperated while falling into the chair at the table. 

“What are you going to do?” I questioned while sitting across from her. 

Davis joined us at the table, taking the coconut water from Y/N with a small smile. 

“Thankfully since they have to cancel, I get my deposit back but Malcolm is freaking out,” she waved her phone around. “We have two days to figure out somewhere new for this surprise party.” 

“You can have it at my place,” I suggested. 

Y/N took a long drink of her soda. “Are you sure? Don’t you think you should talk with the rest of the guys first?” 

I snatched a chip off her plate and shrugged. “They won’t mind.” 

“Sei un tesoro, mochi,” she patted my cheek. 

Davis choked on his drink and my eyes snapped over to him. “I don’t want to hear it!” 

He held up his hands. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Y/N smirked before taking the first bite of her sandwich and groaned. “Oh shit, this is good. No wonder you won, Noah.” 

With a prideful smirk, I motioned to the rest of her plate. “Finish up. I’ll call the guys and have them meet here and we can plan Chase’s party.” 

At one point, Davis left to take Max for a walk, leaving Y/N and I alone. We sat silently and enjoyed the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seemed only the old could sit next to one another, not say anything, and still feel content. The young, brash, and impatient, must always break the silence. It’s a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

“Oh, I never noticed the great view Davis has,” Y/N mused while pushing away her empty plate. 

Realizing it was almost time for the sun to set, I quickly cleaned up for her and motioned towards the back door. 

“Let’s go sit outside for a bit, yeah?” I suggested. 

READER

Noah and I sat comfortably on the patio bench, a blanket draped over both of our legs as we stared out at the vast greens of Davis’ backyard. The sky was painted in bright oranges with hints of pink and purple. Silently, I thought to myself that I should have brought my art supplies, noting this would be a beautiful experience to paint. 

The silence between Noah and I was comforting, something you don’t find all that often. People always needed to talk rather than just listen to the world around them. The way the birds chirped, the faint noises of evening traffic, or the sound of the wind as it blew a chilly breeze. 

“Angel?” 

I hummed while looking over towards Noah. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is there-I don’t know-anything you really want besides music right now?”

“I want a studio, with giant canvas’, paint; just an art studio galore! I’ve gotten into the hobby and love it,” I answered with a bright smile. “I was even thinking of using some of my art for the album artwork. Just playing with ideas.”

Noah’s smile matched mine as he let his hair loose from the hair tie, letting it fall to his shoulders in waves. “I love that you found something else you’re so passionate about, angel.”

“I love painting. I really do,” I leaned farther back against the couch and rested my head against it. 

“So paint. You should do whatever your heart desires, Y/N.” 

“Thank you, mochi” I nudged him. 

Noah rested his head against the couch, inches away from mine as another thought came to mind. 

“You know,” I started with a long sigh. “When I was a kid, I would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else” 

“You wanted to be petty and dishonest?“ He joked.

“Not everyone is like that,” I defended with a shake of my head. 

“Yes they are,” Noah retorted back. “But not you. You’re not like that.” 

This had me sitting up straighter, Noah following me. “How do you know what I’m like?”

“I see you,” He shifted closer to me, hand brushing across my knee over the blanket. “I’ve seen you for a long time. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met”.

My heart beat widely in my chest, the noise deafening in my ears and I cleared my throat. 

“I think you are too. If I’m being honest, I think I’ve always sorta known that,” I admitted. 

“You know,” Noah’s hand rested on my knee. “With me bouncing between homes and couches growing up, I always thought I’d be alone. I’d never expected to have such an amazing group of friends.” 

“Sometimes maybe it’s better to be alone,” I shrugged while looking past his shoulder to an older couple watching in the neighborhood. 

“Why do you say that?”

I still kept my gaze off Noah, voice dropping low. “Nobody can hurt you.”

“Y/N,” Noah sighed and lifted my chin so I could meet his intense gaze. “I would never, ever hurt you.”

Those eyes. I’ve dreamed of those eyes almost every night since our first meeting so long ago. I won’t say I’m in love, not out loud, but I am. I came to terms with that a while ago. 

“I know, mochi,” I finally whispered. 

Noah’s thumb traced over my jawline. “I understand why it’s hard for you, Y/N. But know that when I’m with you, I don’t feel alone.”

That magnetic pull that always seemed to connect us with that invisible string made me lean closer to him needing his warmth to envelop me. 

“I’ve never had this instant connection with anyone. I know you understand it too,” he continued. 

With my continued silence, Noah sat up straighter but kept his grip on my chin. “Are you freaked out? Because not hearing you say anything kind of-.” 

“Noah- no,” I rested my hands on his chest. “I feel it too.” 

His hand grasped the back of my neck now, tilting my head up towards him, as we began to lead in closer, and when his warm breath fanned over my lips, I let my eyes flutter shut. 

“Hey guys-oh shit.” 

Quickly pushing away from Noah, I peered over my shoulder to see Malcolm leaning against the back door. 

“We’re all inside ready to talk about the party. Whenever you two decide to grace us,” Malcolm winked before slipping back inside. 

Clearing my throat, I let the realization sink in what Noah and I were about to do. He’s with Bailey and I was ready to kiss him. I’m not this kind of person but yet here I was again being caught between him and my conscious. Bailey, as intrusive as she was, didn’t deserve this. 

Noah tried to bring me back to him but I quickly stood up, giving us more space. 

“We can’t do this. Not again,” my hair shook widely around my shoulders. “It’s not fair to Bailey.” 

“I ended it.” 

I blinked. “Wha-Oh? You did?” 

As ecstatic as I was hearing this, I did my best to hide it. I didn’t want Noah to know inside I was jumping for fucking joy; like a kid on Christmas that received the toy they’d been wanting. 

Noah stood from the couch now, standing in front of me. “I think Bailey saw me as Noah on the big screen, not me the person and after everything at that dinner I just knew it was time.” 

“I’m-I’m sorry,” I stammered, not knowing what else to say. 

His brows furrowed. “Why? It wasn’t serious. There wasn’t that connection; like the one we have.” 

As my lips parted, it was Jesse now who interrupted us, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. “Are you guys coming or what?” 

Noah cursed while running a hand through his hair and I shakily pointed over his shoulder. 

“We should head inside. Talk about this party.” 

Not wanting to spend another second out here, afraid to finally give in to the thoughts that were screaming at me, I gently brushed past him to return inside.

GREEK TRANSLATIONS:

Koukla-doll

Kouklamou- my doll

“Giatí échei makriá malliá?”- Why does he have long hair?

"Eísai apísteftos"-you're unbelievable

ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS:

Sei un tesoro-you're a sweetheart.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #enemies to lovers #right person wrong time #starcrossed lovers

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Some of my favorite doodles from my headcanon/redesign concept sheets used as an excuse to list my headcanons about the main six (for an AU that I'm writing)! More under the cut!

Charlie Morningstar:

She's way more hot-headed than in canon, albeit still keeping her cheerful and gentle persona.

She loves food, and she's always hungry. I always loved the trope of protagonists (both male and female, like look at Goku himself, Usagi Tsukino or Minako Aino) and I think it could fit Charlie perfectly!

She loves planning (and this is already canon) and she has a lot of stationary gadgets. "Sure Alastor, you can borrow any pen! ... Not that one! :D" And takes good care of them.

Her birthday is February 29th. I thought that it wouldn't be strange if her birthday ended up being that day if she follows a demoniac calendar...

Vaggie:

It's canon that she likes everything to be clean and organized. I think she would help Niffty with the rooms and everything! They bond!

She and Angel Dust absolutely have BFFs vibes. Before Hazbin Hotel I remember they were meant to be a couple, but with the new canon they're still adorable as best friends and I love the dynamic more. They get into fights but it's never anything serious, they look like a big brother and a little sis, even though sometimes she definitely acts as a big sis to him. Angel sees Molly through her :(

As we know she doesn't really believe in herself, but she actually makes a very good leader!

In my fanfic, contrarily to the series, she was really fighting with burning hate towards the angels that cast her out. She holds a deep grudge and it's hard for her to come out of it. (I want Out for Love to be useful, it's my favorite song ç_ç)

Her name as a human was Agata Flores, she was born the 28th of June in 1993. If we still count 2014 as her death and if she was once a winner that then became sinner... my headcanon is that she died of a hate crime in March 25th 2014, aged 21.

Angel Dust:

He's not in drag 24/7. He really is feminine, but sometimes likes to try masculine outfits too. (which make Husk wonder "why am I staring??")

He's secretly a nerd. Or not so secretly. He owns video games, and especially likes RPGs and life sims.

He overanalyses everything. Well, almost everything but still. He actually likes reading, and this led him to analyse anything that comes into his eye. (Oh, I can't wait to write one of those scenes because I already had fun outlining it LMAOO)

He's probably Charlie's food buddy. Give them some food and they'll be happy (Valentino doesn't like this but get screwed Val, give him food too)

His name as a human was Anthony (canon) Cavallaro and had Neapolitan heritage. He's born in April 1st (and this is canon) 1912, he died of overdose (canon) in October 11th 1947, aged 35.

Alastor:

I loved his pilot persona more than the series', and most of the things are confirmed canon... but I do have some headcanons for him, too! (also yeah I don't think that will be my last radioapple drawing or doodle lol)

We know he either doesn't sleep or sleeps with his eyes open. Well, I imagine him that in the few rare occasions he actually sleeps, his radio works as a mental surveillance "camera". Also, he's a light sleeper and would definitely go "Do you fellows mind? I'm trying to sleep." like the old man he is.

I would like to explore Alastor's feelings for Charlie more, and how he sees her as a daughter. While we may not know if he was telling the truth, I think they both seeked each other as a fatherly and daughter figures in a way. Many in the fandom headcanon Alastor's father to have been shitty to him. If he truly sees Charlie as a daughter, it could be because he would like to be a better father than the one he had, and since he never had children, he grew affectionate to Charlie as such.

He knows how to handle alcohol well, but I like to think that when he's really drunk he doesn't even know what he's doing. Oh, you saw him playing with Angel's Nintendo Switch? He even brought it into his room to continue playing Animal Crossing by himself? He was totally wasted.

His name as a human was Alastor (which is apparently canon, but I wonder if it'll be retconned or not?) Boudreaux-Alexander. Boudreaux was his father's last name, Alexander was his mother's. He didn't like his mother taking her husband's last name and wanted to keep his mother's. He was born in March 7th 1901, and died in August 4th 1933, aged 32, after being shot by a hunter that confused him with a deer and was mauled by dogs afterwards. (Yikes, I'm so sorry)

Niffty:

She definitely has written lots of fanfics about her fellow hotel friends. Especially men. Yet, she loves Charlie and Vaggie too, so they're there as well.

We know both Niffty and Husk have deals with Alastor. She loves them both, I love to headcanon that when she feels lonely and can't sleep well or had nightmares, she either goes to Husk's or Alastor's room to sleep with them. They welcome her warmly ç_ç

Alastor and Husk most definitely know Niffty's story, which is why they care about her so much. She's childish for her age, but it could be tied to a past that only the two of them know very well.

Niffty knew Vox when they were alive. Now I know it could be a weird headcanon since Niffty is Japanese and Vox is American, but if Niffty's work brought her around the world it wouldn't be weird if they crossed paths. When Vox died Niffty was 19, she either saw him die in front of her eyes or something else happened.

As I mentioned in my concept sheets, she used to wear glasses when she was alive so she can't see really well without them after she died. Sometimes she borrows Alastor's monocle, and if we apply the headcanon that he's colorblind, without his monocle not only he can't see anything but can't even see colors LOL

Her name when she was alive was Sachiko Tanaka, born February 27th 1934. She died September 1st 1956, aged 22, there are popular headcanons about the way she died and yikes, if it's true she didn't have a good death either. Not at all.

Husk:

Maybe I'm overanalysing but what if the reason why he grew affectionate to Niffty was because he once had children? Or just one? Either he had a child and was with him but felt like he wasn't a good father or his ex-wife left him because of his gambling addiction and this made him feel guilty, not able to see his child ever again. (I feel bad just thinking about this but ç_ç)

Despite the fact he hates being on a leash and none other than Alastor's, he actually cares about him. If the two were friends when they were alive (including Mimzy), this could explain why he's still around Alastor even if reluctantly. (Sure he says he's forced, but in the pilot Alastor summoned him, so it's safe to assume either Alastor-Husk-Niffty were roommates before coming to the hotel and did their business without telling Alastor, or simply we need more explanations of Alastor's deals)

His name when he was alive was Ivan Goncharov, born January 29th 1900, and died in December 23rd 1967, aged 67. As I mentioned in my concept sheets, he was friends with Alastor and Mimzy when they were alive and he was the last one of them to die. He would often visit his friends' graves when he was still alive :(

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin headcanons #charlie morningstar #vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vaggie #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #alastor #the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #niffty #niffty hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel niffty #husk #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #chaggie #huskerdust #radioapple #art #artist on tumblr

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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 2)

Fun fact: I like to listen to music that fits the vibes of what I'm writing and I wanted something more cheery an whimsical for this... but my dumb brain likes sad/creepy music and I couldn't find anything I liked that was truly happy, so I ended up listening to Bo en's My Time while writing this.

TW: None

🐻 When you arrive at the daycare, you quickly show everybody the book. Opening it to the back page, where he signed it, you see his name scribbled down. It is slightly messy, with all the letters being capitals and the "L"'s being slightly sideways. From what you can tell, it fits his silly little personality.

🐻 However, right as you begin showing everyone the book, you remember that some of the kids won't be able to see it that well, if at all... Oh no, now you feel like garbage...

🐻 One of those exact kids, a little girl related to Howdy, the local store owner, asks "Can I hold the book? I wanna see if something I heard works!" You grow quiet, before saying "Sure." To your surprise, all of the kids are watching and whispering "Right... Let's see if it works..." What in the world are they talking about?

🐻 She holds the book in her hands, which you made sure to keep opened to the signature. She runs her hands across it, before she makes it to the signature. She flinches, before gently pushing down on it. Her little face beams with the joy of a thousand summers as she chirps "He cares! I can feel it! I can feel his name! Johnny! Johnny, get over here!" "You're right, Henny!"

🐻 You are shocked, as well as a bit confused. You don't understand and want to investigate, but you want to wait for the children to calm down and let them have their fun. Even a few of the children with no visual impairments are pressing their hands on the book, chirping that they can feel it, too. You have an idea as to what it could be, but you want to check, first.

🐻Henny calls you over "Ms./Mr./Mx. (Y/N)! Come on! Feel it! I know that you probably didn't think to do so because you can see it, which is alright, but it's so cool!" You gently take the book, staring at the signature, before placing your fingers on his name. Your suspicions are confirmed as you grin.

🐻 While writing his name, he must've pressed the pen down hard enough to leave an indent to let all the kids be able to experience his signature. "Wow... Henny, how were you able to tell he would do this?" Henny, as well as the other kids, all start speaking over one another. You can hear Henny's voice over the rest, though, as she practically shouts with pride "My dad is friends with him! He constantly talks about how Wally does things like that for kids! My dad was the one who gave Wally that idea!"

🐻 You look down at her, expecting the other kids to tell her that she is lying, however, they go along with her claims. "I saw Mr. Wally at his store a few months ago with my mama! He tries to do that thing where people dress up as someone else, but his blue hair is very recognizable!" "Yeah! He helped me reach that apple toy on the top shelf! He then got another one and bought it for himself!" "Howdy is so cool for knowing celebrities!" "Doesn't Wally also know Ms. Poppy, that baker? I saw a show where she baked a cake in the shape of one of the bears he drew!" "I heard Mr. Wally gets his clothes from Julie's Joyous Clothes Company and is friends with Julie Joyful, herself!" Slowly, but surely, the talks about Mr. Darling and Howdy knowing each other turns into children's gossip about which famous people Mr. Darling does and does not know.

🐻 You think about the number in your pocket, subconsciously placing your hand over it. You don't know enough to know if any of their gossip is true... But you have the means to find out more about the mysterious, cheerful man. You can also make these kids so happy by having him visit! They can ask him questions about what they want to know, too!

🐻 Mr. Abbott walks into the recreation room, smiling as he asks you "Looks like these kids have Darling Fever, eh, (Y/N)? Do you want to go outside to relax? It is, technically, your day off today. Andy can take it from here." You giggle at the words "Darling Fever", before nodding. "Yeah. I actually want to talk to you about something, if you don't mind."

🐻 The two of you walk outside, sitting on the bench at the front of the daycare. You take out the paper from your pocket, saying "Mr. Darling gave me his number to call if you ever want him to visit the daycare." He gasps, looking at you "He... gave you his number? That's amazing! Wait, why are you trying to hand it to me?" You tilt your head and you hold it out to him "Well... you own the daycare? So it would make sense for you to call?"

🐻 He shakes his head quickly "No, no... he gave YOU his number! He very rarely gives out his number to people. I don't know why, but I think it might be that he doesn't trust many people with it. So, I can only assume he gave it to you because he trusts YOU. If I called, he might be uncomfortable." You look down at the paper, asking "Really...? There is so much I don't know about him. Should I call to see if he can visit? He must be a busy man... I don't want to bother him while he is doing something."

🐻"It's now or never. I know you. You'll be too nervous to call if you don't do it now." You smile, taking out your phone and calling the number on the paper. It beeps a few times, before somebody picks up and says "Hello?"

🐻 You take a deep breath. You can hear the voices of the crowd at his book signing in the background. You must've called during it... You hesitate, before saying "Hello! Umm... Is Mr. Darling there? I am from the Apple Castle Learning Center. He gave me his number and told me to call to see if he can visit?" The man on the other end of the line hums in thought, then says "Let me go get him. He has been waiting for you to call. It might take a moment, so be patient."

🐻 You tense up, feeling your heart race. He has been waiting for you? You look to Mr. Abbot, who places a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. He whispers "You're doing great! You got this!"

🐻 The man on the other end of the line suddenly shouts "COMING THROUGH! MR. DARLING'S GOTTA VERY IMPORTANT CALL! OUTTA THE WAY! HE'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT!" You flinch from how loud it is, but you are shocked when you hear Wally's voice in the crowd, asking "Did they call? Please tell me it's them!"

🐻 It takes a bit, but you hear the crowd's voice die out, before Mr. Darling says a quiet "Thank you, Barnaby." Then, your heart races when he says "Hello? Is this (Y/N)?" You grin, saying "Yes, it is! Umm, I was wondering if you would like to set up a date and time to visit the Apple Castle Learning Center?"

🐻"That would be just lovely. We can talk about it tomorrow. Do you want to meet up at Howdy's Place? I'm friends with the owner. We can sit and talk at the little cafe area near the back. They serve some lovely milk tea. We can talk it all over then. I know you have some phone anxiety from your tone." "Of course! How about we meet there at 12 PM?" "That would be lovely. I'll see you then. Goodbye, (Y/N)." "Goodbye."

🐻 You end the call, looking over to Mr. Abbott and telling him the plan. He pats you on the back, telling you how well you did on the phone. You write down some things you need to ask Mr. Darling about, such as what date and time would be best for him to visit, as well what activities would be best. Then, you suddenly realize something... You never told Mr. Darling your name and there is no name tag on your uniform. The daycare doesn't have enough funds to make them... So how did he know it...?

🐻 You write down at the bottom of the list to ask him about it at Howdy's.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

[outofboundsarchives]

all my self-dignity leaves once incel!charlie is brought up pls bring him back ):

I'm so bad at writing about incel behaviors in a relationship, so here's him being a perv before you two start dating.

/Fem reader/

CW for: Stalking, Somno, manipulative behavior, pervy behavior

(Also send me your requests🖤)

•Charlie has always been perverted. He just knew how to hide it.

•You had been friends with Robbie first, which Charlie pushed for you two to become closer because he knew it would give him the opportunity to be around you and create common ground.

•The most he had been able to get from you was when you so graciously stood next to his desk as you talked to one of your friends that sat next to him. With your back to him, the bottom of your skirt caught on the edge of his desk.

•"God that skirt is so fucking short, how has she not been dressed coded yet," He thinks to himself before slipping his pen under the hem of your skirt and lifting it until he saw the bottom of your ass where it met the top of your thighs. "Wouldn't tell her to cover up either if it meant I could look at that cute little ass, fucking pervs,"

•After Charlie squirmed his way into your friendship with Robbie, suggesting all three of you work on school projects or the occasional hang out at the mall, you felt comfortable around him and even enjoyed all of you doing stuff together.

•Which is why you didn't think twice when he suggested they used your house to work on the physics presentation.

•"If not, it's okay. Robbies Dad works from home, and my internet can barely handle one laptop, let alone three. We can always use the library, but everyone else probably has that same idea,"

•Of course you accepted. After starting the project at your place and mostly messing around for an hour, Charlie left to use the restroom. You told him which door down the hall was the right one, and he left the dining room with a small thanks and a smile.

•He wasn't actually using the restroom but sneaking into your room to snatch a pair of used panties out of your hamper.

•He slid into your room and quickly grabbed them, knowing exactly where to look.

•Just because your window faces your backyard doesn't mean no one's looking.

•After a few more hours and little work getting done, you all called it a night. When Charlie got home, he collapsed on his bed, pulling the balled up fabric from his pocket, holding it up to his face as he inhaled deeply and grabbed his aching cock with his other hand.

•He scrambled to open the front of his jeans before wrapping the used underwear around his shaft, his leaking tip soaking precum into the gusset as he jerked himself off. The thought of your pussy pressing against the same fabric he was using sent him over the edge and he drenched the panties in his cum. They were absolutely ruined, but it was fine. He could always get another pair.

•Eventually your friendship grew, and you would sometimes hang out with just him without Robbie.

•Charlie's favorite thing was to watch horror movies. His favorite was the first Stab, so when he put it on for the millionth time, you dozed off a little more than halfway through, just like you did the last few times you watched it.

•Charlie waited a bit before his fingers started to rub circles across the top of your thigh. When you had no reaction, he moved a little higher, still nothing.

•He completely disregarded the movie as he looked down at your baggy shorts. His fingers gently pushed up the thin fabric until he could see the front of your panties.

•"God it's almost stupid how easy you are. Who wears something like this when they're hanging out with a friend?" He thinks to himself.

•When your unaware body has no reaction to his advances, he presses his pointer finger against your slit, rubbing up and down until the fabric becomes dark and slick with pre cum.

•You squirm a little at the touch but don't show any signs of waking, so Charlie lets his other hand fall to his buldge and begins to slowly undo his pants.

•His cock is hot and twitching as he removes it from his underwear and starts to stroke it. He spits into his palm and jerks himself off as he feels the slippery wetness beneath the fabric of your underwear.

•Charlie always edged himself before you hung out, so the feeling of your juices against his fingers drove him crazy. He relaxed his head against the back of the couch and watched as your brows furrow in pleasure.

•He couldn't stop the thoughts of pulling your underwear to the side and ramming his cock into your poor unprepared pussy. He craved the sounds of your pained gasp as your eyes snapped open and watched as he hammers into you, your walls painfully accepting his intrusion as you grab at his flannel and hair, desperate for an anchor to reality.

•He jolts slightly before pulling his hand from between your legs and shoving his soaked fingers into his mouth, getting lost in the taste of your slick melting onto his tongue, his cum pouring down his hand and onto his pale stomach.

•After cleaning himself up in your bathroom, he sneaks into your room to grab another pair of panties, knowing he'd have to be back for the ones you have on now later.

Also, I'm thinking about doing one of Charlie leaning more into being Ghostface and becoming more violent with the reader, what's are yalls thoughts?

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #charlie walker #scream 4 #scream #ghostface #charlie walker smut #ghostface smut

[strawberryyivy]

— ★ Blind Faith [Hazel almost confessed her feelings for you twice, but maybe the third time's the charm?]

The first time Hazel tried to confess her feelings for you, was two months after you two met.

She knew you because you were best friends with her roommate, Stella, and ever since you both met she started to see you around a lot. you were always there, getting ready for parties, studying, but most of the times just hanging out. and she felt a little bothered in the beginning, when she didn't exactly talk to you. To her it was a bit weird that somehow whenever she was there, you were as well. But that only lasted for a few weeks before you guys had your first talk.

She was exhausted from her classes, all she wanted to do was lay in her bed and never get up. But when she entered her room she saw you, sitting on your best friend's bed, pen in hand, eyes focused on whatever book you were reading at the moment. Your eyes went to her the minute you heard the door being closed, making her feel nervous all of the sudden.

"Hi" you said, your voice sweet and careful, like you were scared you were going to scare her off.

"Hello" she sat on her bed, unsure of what to do. "Hm... are you waiting for Stella? cause I don't think she's done with her classes yet"

You sent her a smile, which made her nervous. How didn't she notice how pretty you were?

"I'm not, I have a class in a few minutes and I wanted to rest for a little bit, if that's okay?"

She wanted to ask why you wanted to rest in her dorm and not yours, but when she looked at you again, you still had that stupid smile on your face making her forget about her more stupid question.

"Yeah of course! I don't mind."

You blinked at her a few times, and she could swear you looked at her mouth for a second. "Thanks, Hazel."

You went back to your book, getting more comfortable on the bed. Meanwhile, she didn't know how to act so she just laid down and stared at the ceiling, hoping the silence was bothering you as much as it was bothering her.

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After that, you guys become something, she couldn't really put a finger on it, she didn't really know what to call it, she just noticed that now a few things were different. She noticed how whenever you were around you would touch her in some way or another, she noticed the smile that almost never left your face when you were talking to her, she noticed that your eyes shined whenever you would look at her direction. But then again, can eyes even do that? She felt so confused, specially because she noticed things about herself.

She noticed how nervous she became around you, she was usually shy and reserved but around you it seemed to be worse, her hands would shake whenever you would hug her, her heart started to beat way faster just with the thought of you, and the minute she saw your smile, that stupid beautiful smile, she felt like she could melt on the floor.

When she realized she had a crush on you, she went on a little spiral. There was no way a beautiful girl like you could ever like her back, she saw the way you carried yourself, the way people would look at you with admiration and love. You were smart, and kind, and so pretty, and not the normal amount, more like she would start a fight club just to have the chance to even be close to you kind of pretty.

So that's when she told her friends, Josie and Isabel, that she liked you, she was extremely surprised by their response.

"So wait, you are telling me, that this girl, always find a way to talk to you, always wanna be close to you, her eyes don't leave you whenever you are together... doesn't like you back?" Isabel was shocked, how could Hazel not see the signs that you were clearly trying to give her?

"I don't... I don't know. I don't think she does, I don't even know if she's gay." her sad puppy eyes made Isabel want to shake her shoulders and scream at her face. It was so obvious.

"Hazel. Listen to me," she took the girl's hand to try and get her point across. "she likes you! She is crushing on you just as much as you are on her. She wants you. Just go for it. Just do it."

Hazel looked at Josie, waiting for her opinion.

Josie looked at Isabel and then looked at Hazel again. "You heard the woman, just do it."

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The words of her friends was all she could think about as she watched you and Stella get ready for another party. You guys tried convincing her to come along, but she denied, claiming to be too tired for it.

She watched you putting your lipstick on, making your mouth a pretty shade of pink.

"Okay, wait. I'm going to Brittney's real quick, I think she's got my favorite top" Stella says before going out the door, not giving you guys time for an answer.

When you were done putting your lipstick on, you looked at her through the mirror. "You know, there's still time for you to come with us. It will be fun"

"Oh, well, I don't think parties are really my thing"

You turned around, walking towards her bed, stopping right in front her. "Not even if... I'm there? I'll keep you company during the whole night." You once again gave her your smile, your head slightly tilted to the side. "I pinky promise."

That moment something washed over her, she got up before she could even think about what she was doing, breath heavy and eyes blinking nervously.

"I- I need to tell you something"

"Okay," you took one more step forward, faces inches apart. "you can tell me anything."

Your pretty voice whispered to her, eyes locked with hers.

"I don't... I don't know if you want to hear this but I- I think- fuck- I-" she stopped when she felt your hand on hers, reassuring her that she could take her time. She took a deep breath. " y/n I think I-"

"Oh my god I'm back, Brittney couldn't find it anywhere!"

You guys jumped when you heard Stella's voice, her eyes looked in between you too and a look of guilt appeared on her face.

"Am I interrupting something? I'm so-"

"No! No, you're not! I was just about to go, actually."

Hazel could feel her heart beating fast and her hands shaking as she looked for her phone, when she turned to you, she saw a look that she couldn't really describe, and her heart sunk a little when you looked away from her, saying you had to finish getting ready.

Hazel said her goodbyes and left the room without rethinking her decision. She sat outside the dorm for a few minutes convincing herself that she was probably doing the right thing, it probably wasn't the right time anyway, and even if it was, she still had her doubts that you liked her back, even after everything.

So she just decided she would wait for these feelings for you to go away, knowing that she couldn't and wouldn't feel like this forever.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

But oh she was wrong, completely and truly wrong.

The feelings for you didn't go away, on the contrary, they got worse, much, much worse. At some point she started believing that you were a witch, punishing her for something she did in her past life, and it was probably something terrible. Only that could explain all these feelings.

First of all, she felt horrible about the way she just left you that night, even if you didn't know what she was going to tell you, she could tell you got upset. The image of your pretty disappointed eyes looking away from her kept playing over and over in her head. She was truly fucked.

And then she just kept feeling sorry for herself, she was such a loser she couldn't even tell you how she felt fast enough. She had you, listening to her, waiting for her to finally say what she wanted but she just couldn't.

"I mean it's not completely lost! You still have a chance!" she heard Isabel's voice and took her forearm away from her eyes, getting up and sitting on her friend's bed.

"I don't know... I think I messed it up." she let out a groan and put her face in her hands. "I'm so stupid! I can't believe I took that long to say one sentence."

"Just stop beating yourself up about it, you have to tell her, you will have other opportunities." Isabel put her into a quick hug before getting up from her bed. "Now, I have to go see Josie. You promise you'll be okay? You can stay here for as long as you want."

Hazel knew she wouldn't be, but maybe she just had to start accepting that.

"Yeah... Yeah I will."

After she was done feeling sorry for herself she decided that maybe, just maybe, Isabel was right and things weren't lost. Yet.

Maybe she could try again, maybe she could try talking somewhere more private this time, just you two, and she would prepare something nice and coherent to say to you instead of whatever came to mind. She just needed to figure out how to do that.

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"Hey" she entered her dorm and saw Stella getting ready to leave.

"Hi haze, you okay?"

"Yeah, hey listen, do you know of any parties happening this weekend?"

Stella stopped what she was doing and looked at Hazel like she had three eyes and four ears.

"For who? You?"

Hazel rolled her eyes, knowing that this would happen. But there's a first time to everything. Right?

"Well yeah, I'm tired of just staying in and you and... and y/n usually go somewhere during the weekends right?"

Just saying your name out loud made her nervous, and you weren't even there. That moment she knew. You really were a witch.

"I mean yes, I'm not judging by the way, just curious." She thought for a few minutes before continuing. "Yeah, so there's a frat party going on tomorrow, it's gonna be huge apparently, you should come!"

"Okay! Yeah I will, thanks Stella."

Hazel smiled to herself watching her roommate leave for her class. She was finally going to tell you, and there was nothing stopping her this time.

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"Okay so, are you sure you're ready?" Josie asked when they stepped out of the car. "Fuck, this is packed"

At that, Hazel finally took a look at the house, it was packed, definitely not her kind of scene but she had to do this. It was now or never.

"No yeah, I'm ready." she smoothed out her shirt taking a deep breath.

"And hey," she felt Isabel hand on her shoulder before they could go in, her eyes with a little bit of worry in them that she chose to ignore. "if anything happens, and you wanna leave, just look for us, okay?"

Hazel nodded, trying not to think about it too much. "Thank you."

Isabel nodded and smiled. "So let's go get your girl haze."

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One hour and forty minutes has passed, she had two drinks, danced to a few songs and talked to a few girls she would probably never see in her life again, but you just wouldn't show up.

She was already giving up on the idea that you were going to the party, Isabel said that people usually get there late but it was almost midnight and she wasn't really feeling like staying any longer.

That was until she saw you.

And she thought that was finally her chance, she would come up to you and ask for a moment of your time and she would be finally able to tell you what's been eating her inside for what's been feeling like too long.

But the few seconds of happiness were quickly destroyed when she saw that you were not alone. There was a girl standing way too close to you, touching your waist in a way that Hazel wanted to. You were smiling at her the same way you would smile at Hazel. Her heart sunk at that moment.

She couldn't bear to watch that anymore. She had to leave. And quick. That was her last try.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You started to like Hazel the minute you laid eyes on her for the first time, you were having coffee at your favorite coffee place, right across from campus. She came in wearing a white tank top and a flannel over it. She didn't see you, she went straight to the cashier to order her drink and left right after she got her order.

But you didn't forget about her, you kept thinking back to mysterious beautiful girl and who she was. Later on, you found out.

She was your best friend's roommate, and you could swear that when you guys met and you heard her voice say your name for the first time, you thought you were in heaven.

She was a little different than you, she was quiet and reserved, she didn't talk much but you liked it, you felt like you couldn't stay away from her.

So you started to spend as much time with Stella as possible, you felt a little bad at first, felt like you were using your best friend just to see your crush but Stella said that she didn't mind, that she was actually happy that you were finally putting yourself out there. But reality was: you were not out there. At all.

Yes, you tried to give Hazel little hints here and there, specially after she let you in a bit more, but it didn't seem to be working. At all.

That was until that one night, she said she wanted to tell you something, and you could swear that she was going to ask you out. That she was finally seeing you as more than just her roommate's best friend. You believed that she was going to tell her that she liked you back.

She didn't do any of those things, the minute she got interrupted something switched and you could tell. She never said what she wanted you to know, and you were beyond disappointed. Not at her but in yourself.

You waited for so long, and beside that night she never gave you any reason to think that she liked you back, she never flirted with you, and whenever you tried she would nervously change the subject. So you had to accept, Hazel was not into you like that, and she would probably never be.

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You smiled at the girl in front of you, trying as hard as you could to make this party worthy of your time.

You got there later than usual, because you really didn't feel like going. But you had a date after all, and you weren't going to spend one more minute in your bed thinking about Hazel and her beautiful blue eyes. No. You were moving on. You had to.

And that's why you let the girl kiss you.

She was nice, and she was pretty, she treated you right, so why didn't it feel right? Why did it feel like you were doing something you shouldn't be doing?

Later that night when you were in bed, you started to regret everything, you regretted going after Hazel and listening to your best friend telling you that she of course likes you back! ー And now you have to feel like shit, just for keeping your hopes up.

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It was a beautiful day outside when you decided to go to your coffee place, taking your book and headphones with you.

You were just starting out the window, thinking about your life, book long forgotten, when you heard the bells above the door, and when you saw who it was coming in, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Hazel was looking was good as always, her hair was a bit messy but that was nothing new. You always thought she looked cute.

Just like the first time, you thought she wouldn't see you, you thought she would just grab her coffee and go wherever she was going. But this time was different, when she turned around she saw you and that made her stop right in her tracks. Eyes locked with yours, and you could tell that she was nervous.

You didn't know what to do but apparently she did, and you were thankful for that.

"Hey, uhm, it's been a little while"

She sounded nervous and she kept playing with her fingers. That just made you want to kiss her more.

"Hey, yeah it has been, how are you?" You gave yourself a little pat on the back for being able to speak while too many thoughts kept running through your head.

"I'm good... Thanks." she gave you a little smile before adding. "And you? Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah! I'm great, thanks" you smiled back, trying hard to not make it seem forced.

"Hm... Well, I'm glad... I'm glad"

"Yeah.."

Both of you just stared at each other for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I have to... go, so." she was the one to break the silence.

"Sure, yeah." You just smiled again, feeling lost on what to do.

She nodded and waved, you waved back and watched her go. When the door of the coffee shop closed you felt like you coul breathe again and something weird formed in your chest.

Even after everything you still liked her, you still wanted her, and you still felt that little hope inside of you, that hope telling you to try just one more time.

So you packed your things as fast as you could, throwing everything inside your bag, with coffee in hands and running through the door you see her, already across the street going in the direction of the campus.

You cross the street as fast as you could, and when you get close enough you scream her name, not caring if you were about to embarrass yourself.

She turned around, round and big eyes staring at you with confusion. When you stop in front of her, heavy breath and a expression she can't exactly read, she starts to worry.

"What's going-

"Hazel, I like you." you stumble over your words, speaking over her. "I like you more than as a friend, I actually like you for quite some time now." you let out a breathe before you can continue. "And I'm not sure if you like me back, I mean.. may- maybe I'm humiliating myself in front of all these people that I don't know, for nothing."

You give a quick look around, deciding that you only want to focus on the girl in front of you.

"But... I really want you Hazel, and if you don't want me in that way, it's fine but do you think you can at least-

Thankfully you didn't get to finish your speech, because Hazel had her hands on your face and her lips pressed against yours.

Your mind kept asking if that was even real, if that was actually happening. So when you pull away and see a little smile on her face, you feel like jumping up and down, not believing that she just kissed you.

"You like me." she whispered to you, not believing her own words.

"And you just kissed me, in front of everyone." you say, the biggest smile on your face.

"I can't believe you like me" she laughs a little.

"Yeah well, can you blame me?"

She just shakes her head, kissing you again. And only stopped when she heard a few people clapping and making kissing sounds.

"Okay" you grab her hand and start leading her away. "Let's get out of here"

#hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #bottoms film #bottoms movie 2023 #hazel callahan #hazel x reader #willow #wlw #strawberryyivy

[alornights]

hii! i really loved your you and i romance troupe and was wondering if you could do one for craig’s group or maybe even the main girls?

⟢ you and i pt. 2

➜ in which ! you get romance troped again!

💌 ﹫team craig & team wendy.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗angst/hurt for some.

🍓 ⟡ notes — guess whos back. back again.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRAIG TUCKER opposites attract

he didnt hate you or anything he just found you so annoying.

you were loud and annoying and everything craig wanted to stray away from to make sure he isn't set off.

yet somehow he always draw to you and was always involved with you and he found that he quite enjoyed his time with you.

it was a gradual progression before his feelings were too much for him to handle by himself.

so he just asks you to date him in the most plain way possible.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TOLKIEN BLACK fake relationship

he hated that cartman was always trying to set him up with nichole or any other person who wasn't white that came to town.

so when the two of you were talking one day and you jokingly told him how sad it was to be single he had an idea.

tolkien asked you to fake date him. for funsies of course.

you obviously agreed wanting to help your friend and get the girls off your back about not having a boyfriend.

but things started to get a little too real and now its almost like you are a #real couple. and tolkien wouldn't have it any other way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ JIMMY VALMER oblivious to love

you had the biggest crush on him & everyone in the school knew

except him of course because well bros kind of oblivious.

literally people tell him straight up and he would think its a joke and laugh it off unless you personally go up and tell him.

its not even like hahahaha no way she could like me. he just thinks its a joke point blank and that people are fucking with him.

so when you do eventually tell him, he's shocked. but happy :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CLYDE DONOVAN matchmaker gone wrong

initially he was trying to pair you with kenny.

so he became friends with you to find out what you liked, what you did on your off times, any secrets that could help kenny, etc.

but the more time that he tried helping kenny, the more time he spent with you.

and more feelings in him started arising. and he couldn't help but fall for you even though he's supposed to be helping kenny.

but you fell for kenny, and he just hoped he could fix this all.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TWEEK TWEAK trapped in an elevator

tweek was just heading upstairs for one of his deliveries when he got stuck, with you, a person he has never seen before.

you somehow manage to calm him down. god knows how.

then the two of you start talking for like an hour about random things trying to fill the emptiness of the elevator.

you two were so distracted with one another that you didn't even notice the door behind you open and the sight of freedom.

you deffo got his number after that.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ WENDY TESTABURGER pen pals

honestly, wendy didn't know why she decided to have a pen pal. she just remembers mr. mackey telling her it could be a good idea.

so she finds a club and starts lettering to you regularly, finding that it was much more fun than she thought it would be.

she loved hearing about your day, your gossip, your hobbies. all of it, she loved everything about you.

so when you mentioned your family was going to south park to visit an old family friend, the girl was delighted.

when she saw you in person for the first time, she fell 10x harder.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ BEBE STEVENS lovers in denial

the two of you were best friends, inseparable, the iconic duo.

so when bebe starts getting nervous around you she doesn't even give it a second thought, brushing it off.

but it gets to the point where she can't even think when she's around you, yet she continues to deny her feelings.

even after you confess your love for her, she denies and denies.

she shakes it off and continues with her life, while still talking to you, there's the tension that will always remain.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HEIDI TURNER right person, wrong time

it was right after she had finally broken it off with cartman officially, and you found her at the park alone.

you were a light in her life after that, you had never discouraged her for dating cartman especially knowing both of their situations.

you helped her through so much and were one of the main reasons she had to courage to keep being a better person.

yet she could never bring herself to be with you, to never cross the barrier of just being friends, all because of cartman.

because no matter how hard you loved her, she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone, not even herself. and certainly not you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ NICHOLE DANIELS fish out of water

you had recently moved to south park and you came from a normal city so experiencing life here, was strange.

and nichole understood you fully well. she had also moved a while back and had trouble getting used to the town by herself.

so nichole decides to befriend you and help you have the best possible experience you can when living in south park.

she introduced you to her all her friends, told you where you should and shouldn't go, who were the trouble makers. you guys spent so much time together trying to create this new life for you that you didn't realize how inseparable the two of you became.

though she couldn't help the stammer in her heart when you smiled and laughed. she loved it all, and she made sure you knew.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ RED McARTHUR sworn off romance

there was never a point where she distinctly knew that red knew she had feelings for you, it was a rather long build.

but when she realizes her feelings it's already too late for herself and you. the damage had been done and you both were smitten.

she tried her hardest to get rid of these feelings, she really did. but the way you smiled and laughed made her heart clench.

yet, she became persistent, no matter who it was, she just couldn't bring herself to create a romance with someone.

even after you confess your feelings to her she continues to swear off love, even if her heart breaks when you walk away.

#south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #tolkien black x reader #jimmy valmer x reader #tweek tweak x reader #wendy testaburger x reader #bebe stevens x reader #heidi turner x reader #nichole daniels x reader #red mcarthur x reader

[bbanghiitomi]

| cut my chest open, my heart is yours to take

synopsis: kang haerin hates herself, and believes the world hates her too — that's not true because you love her.

— nonidol!khaerin × nonidol!fem!reader

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you should say it to my face, tell me how much i've changed — maybe we can find a way, let's mend these broken pieces, i want to love you once again.

"what's your answer?" haerin hears you whisper in her ear, she raises her eyebrows at you as she glances at you with her peripheral vision. haerin sees you looking at her with hope, but her head stays still — trying her best not to turn her head to face you. haerin is quite worried that the calculus teacher will notice them. it's the 2 minute drill time — he's giving the class at least 2 minutes to answer the problem he has on the board. haerin gulped the lump on a throat and moved her paper a bit for you to see.

only a few seconds left, haerin noticed you put your head down and started writing — luckily, you were very fast at writing and was able to finish quickly.

"only 30 seconds left." mr. kang stated, standing behind his desk, eyes looking over everyone. haerin stood up and made her way to his desk to hand her paper after you had finished copying. he checked it quickly and marked a perfect score with his red pen.

"is there anyone else?" haerin was the first one to get the answer. there were students who started lining up and haerin saw you make your way to the line, you even looked at her and gave her a toothy smile.

haerin usually tried her best to get a full score on every drill, it's a good way to pull her marks up when she gets a not-so-good score in her calculus test. haerin thinks she's a good learner, haerin picks up topics easily and tries her best to participate whenever she can.

haerin just has bad study habits, haerin doesn't really have lots of close friends in class — haerin only knew you, but you guys were not close, just friends who happened to be seatmates. you were the person who always needed help in calculus and statistics, or anything related to math like physics and chemistry.

at this age, most students who do well in academics like haerin would be stingy when it comes to helping other students, school is now a war and a competition for them as soon as they hit 16 — and haerin agreed that it really is the battle of the best.

the survival of the fittest.

haerin had never saw it that way though, she's just here to do well for herself, not to beat any kind of records but to get a good education that she could use in the future.

since haerin did not have a lot of friends, there is no way for her to learn a great strategy in studying for exams, haerin does well in other classes but haerin had a hard time maintaining a healthy study habit, and it is affecting her marks in her calculus and statistics tests.

you thought the opposite though, you praised haerin for maintaining a good grade even though haerin rarely made study notes for tests to use, even though her only way of studying was with her phone and even though haerin only relied on her notes in order to remember lessons.

you admired her scores, haerin usually get good marks in other classes but she always seems to have a hard time maintaining good marks in mathematics, it's truly her weakness.

but once you told her.

"ah well, it really doesn't define your intelligence right? tests are just a way to see what you've learned by recalling past lessons and compiling them into one paper, in the end your other scores in activities will say otherwise."

haerin agreed, but it's still bothering her how she can't really find a good way to test herself.

"y/n, can i copy your notes?" even though you weren't one of the top students, haerin can always count on you when it comes to complete notes, one of your favorite hobbies is writing, you love jotting down notes and getting your hand busy, haerin noticed — meanwhile, haerin is more focused on listening, only jotting down important words, there are times teachers required complete notes as extra activity.

you happily handed her your notes. "here! by the way, we have a short test next week for statistics. i don't really remember the coverage and i'm quite scared i don't remember anything about the lessons." you told her, haerin looked at you as she took your notes from your hand and sat down beside you.

"oh, you're right. i do know the coverage, but i haven't studied it yet. i tried but nothing really comes up inside my head." haerin answered, seriously — yesterday, she tried to review the things that are part of the test, yet haerin had a hard time registering the terms and formulas because of how easily distracted she gets.

it has gotten really annoying at this point.

haerin even tried techniques to help her but they won't work.

you smiled at her, then you scooted closer and haerin could feel your shoulder brush against hers.

"let's study together! i can help you and you can help me." haerin liked the idea, it seemed like a good suggestion to have someone to study with so both can analyze the points that they need to improve at.

so haerin agreed.

"alright, we can study at your place if you want." haerin told you, you cheered and raised your fist. "let's go!"

haerin liked your presence, a lot more than she expected. you're like the marshmallow to her chocolate, when you're snug and melted by each other's warmth the two of you become so good together.

haerin noticed that your presence beside her eased her tense posture, haerin is not used to such company when she studies but as time passed by haerin got comfortable with your company. you were so nice to her and actually listened!

haerin didn't even realize you've been studying with her for three hours, it felt short. if that time was spent sitting by the classroom and listening to statistics, haerin would've already been knocked out on her desk. but maybe because haerin enjoyed your company, the time went faster than it usually does.

the next day, when everyone took the statistics short test, haerin felt weird — everything on the paper was easy, it felt like she had just acquired all the knowledge she needed to get a perfect mark that she wasn't expecting.

and so haerin did, everyone was amazed, including you, as always.

"oh my god! you are so smart!" you got a passing score, you were already grateful for that, even went through lengths to thank haerin by treating her to lunch at the nearest restaurant that your friends usually go to.

haerin doesn't go out a lot, haerin barely has anyone to be with and haerin does not have the time in this world to spend on such things.

"i didn't expect to do that well either." haerin sheepishly laughed, suddenly embarrassed by the amount of praise she's been receiving from you. haerin never really felt like this whenever someone would tell her how smart she was, no matter how much someone thanked her for her kindness. only this time with you and it's such a weird feeling to have.

it's like having cramps but in a funny way.

in a way haerin would be happy to experience again.

"no really, my mom was amazed that i got a passing score, and not a 'barely passing' score! she gave me a bonus allowance!" you cheered, sitting across from her. haerin smiled, and it felt like the most genuine smile she had in a while.

it felt weird on her face, like she had moved more muscles than she usually does.

"that's great, i'm glad i could help." haerin never realized how happy she sounded, how — how does she explain this? her tone was a lot weirder than usual, haerin doesn't usually speak in such a bright tone, it has always been monotonous.

but you didn't mind it, of course you didn't.

studying together for exams or important quizzes has become your routine with her, haerin realized the reason she did well while studying is because haerin gets to review what she teaches you and get all the information stuck inside her head.

your presence is a huge comfort for her too, haerin knows you wouldn't judge her mistakes and would be willing to help.

while you were on a short break, something came up and you got a message from someone.

when you peeked at your phone haerin witnessed a very huge smile on your face, and haerin couldn't help but wonder what you were reading — you even looked at her with excitement and continued typing.

"sorry, someone just messaged me. anyway, let's go study again!"

haerin found out that you had just started dating a boy from another school hailing from the other city, kim woonhak.

haerin didn't really know what to feel about that, but she was pretty sure that she had to be more aware of her actions with you. unlike before, haerin doesn't get too close with you, she tries not to make unnecessary skin contact with you when you are together, when she looks at you, haerin tries not to stare too much and stuff because haerin finds that it might be a little weird.

even the way haerin messages you has changed, haerin can't let anyone think she's getting in the way of your relationship — haerin felt weirded out by that thought that she tried to become less "friendly" with you to avoid conflicts.

it seems like the conflict isn't with you and woonhak, but with her and her own heart.

haerin slowly realized that she was being defensive, in denial? in fact, you seemed to notice her dismissive behavior, but haerin can't find a good reason to try and divert your attention away from her actions.

haerin thought it would be weird if she told you the truth, right?

haerin had lots of thoughts that clashed against each other, and it's making her dizzy.

haerin knew she needed a break to think about it a lot more.

"hey y/n, can we not have our usual study sessions for this week? i don't think i'm feeling too well and i think i need some rest." haerin lied, because she had found out that it was the easiest way to avoid you asking her questions, it sounded personal enough for you to not think too much about it.

"it's alright, you can rest how long you want as long as you get better. you can just message me whenever you can." you told her, and haerin felt her heart hurt — maybe because she didn't like the thought of lying to you, it made her feel guilty because she's starting to feel like a bad friend.

and maybe, because she won't be the same without you.

it took her so long, until haerin realized.

haerin had to get back to your old routine with her, because she knew it was for the better — both of you would benefit from it and haerin thought that as long as you see nothing wrong with it then it's alright — right?

haerin has so many questions, and haerin cannot find the answers.

these feelings that spiraled inside of her didn't seem to affect her education, haerin thought that your presence still helps her get through the lessons.

but it's funny when you get your break in the middle of the study session and you're busy talking to your boyfriend, haerin tries not to listen but haerin can't seem to hold back the urge. she knew it was rude, but what can she do?

haerin knew you really love woonhak, even in your posts — the way you talked about him, the way you described your relationship with woonhak — you seemed content with that, haerin felt bad she was stealing your time for him, because wouldn't it be better if you went studying with woonhak instead of haerin? you guys were pretty far away from each other but not that far, so haerin doesn't understand what's holding you up.

she was nothing but a friend to you,

and you were nothing but a… friend..?

more than a friend to her.

there's this one time that haerin can remember, you and her were studying but you weren't in the mood — you slumped back and your mood was off. haerin tried not to poke your patience and be nice to you, just in case something private came up and she did her best not to pry.

but you spoke out of the blue which surprised her when haerin head your tone faltering.

"do you think there's no chance to redeem a relationship when both of you have outgrown each other?" usually when you ask haerin questions, your voice sounds cheerful — like you're genuinely curious, happy to have asked a question.

this was the first time you asked her anything about your relationship and to add that you sounded sad.

haerin was confused.

what does haerin even know about love?

she's never been in a relationship before.

"what do you mean?" haerin asked, sounding like a robot more than a concerned friend.

so haerin thought she screwed up, but you smiled — solemnly, that is and clarified.

"you know? our relationship isn't what it used to be, we've outgrown our feelings for each other. it's starting to become mutually toxic for us." you paused, haerin can see you inhale and exhale a deep breath, trying to hold the back tears.

haerin felt bad, because it's reached that point and because haerin can't do anything to help this time.

haerin lets you continue what you wanted to say.

"and it's kind of hard to accept because i know — no, we know it's none of our fault. i kind of realized eventually that it's just not gonna work out and that we will have to end it. i can sense that it's the same for him."

haerin gulped as a lump was stuck in her throat, haerin stayed silent and looked away, haerin herself didn't know what to answer.

"i was wondering if you think there's still a chance." you stated, your eyes looked sad but there was a smile on your lips.

haerin hates it when things are confusing, like your expression. all she wants is to know you.

haerin smiled and looked at her. "honestly, i don't know how i would help you. i'm no expert when it comes to love, but i think you guys are just at the wrong time."

haerin cleared her throat, for some reason, a voice in her head was urging her to tell the truth about her dismissive behavior from before because haerin wanted to clear things up.

"i'm gonna be honest again y/n, the reason i was avoiding and being dismissive to you before is because i'm afraid i might cause a problem with you and woonhak. i — you're seriously a great friend and i wouldn't want to cause you such trouble so i did what i thought was the best thing to do in that situation."

you only stared at her, that's when haerin realized how pretty your eyes were.

you laughed. "you don't have to worry about that, it's over."

haerin didn't know what to feel, haerin needed some type of answer as to why she felt like that because even though haerin might seem to have the hang of it, she actually doesn't know what to do anymore.

why does her heart ache a little?

haerin thinks you are sad.

and haerin does not know how to fix that, so in the end, she's sad too.

as haerin was walking home, she had another conflict with herself — haerin is relieved she got to spend time with you again, like you guys used to before, the closeness was back and you two were like marshmallow and chocolate again bonded by a cracker that is the love you have for her.

but haerin cannot be happy without feeling guilt. haerin can't seem to understand what rooted this feeling, besides the fact that you and woonhak have broken up.

then it hit her, like a train — like a deer in headlights.

haerin liked you,

for a long time.

haerin feels stupid, in reality she wasn't shocked, like an adult going through pages of their photo book filled with memories captured by a single photo — haerin looked back on all the memories you spent with her, haerin knows something must have caused this conflict inside of her head — heart.

and it's that feeling haerin haven't been able to point out after all this time.

haerin is in love with you but you were happy with woonhak.

haerin felt guilty that she was close with you and didn't realize that the guilt came from the fact haerin liked you and might fall even harder.

there was a slim chance haerin might ruin your relationship.

what if woonhak hates her? because he felt like she stole you from him.

haerin has no idea what to do with these feelings, there are too many people who are aware of her closeness with you, your history with woonhak.

if she tried to run after what her heart wants, she might be ostracized for it.

because it sounded wrong.

and once again — trying to reach out to her feelings made haerin feel guilty of becoming that "girl" between you and woonhak because she feared the world might see her that way.

and haerin hated it.

despised it.

haerin wished she knew better than this.

all she ever wanted was to help you.

"haering-ah." you smiled at her, but your smile faltered when you noticed the small frown on her lips how she looked lost staring at thin air.

"what's wrong haerin?" you poked the girl's cheeks and made her look up at you with an alert expression. "a-ah what? hey…" she placed a hand on the cheek you touched, rubbing it.

"you look down, is something bothering you?" you gave her a small pat on her back, it eased the storm inside of haerin, her eyebrows felt stiff — having it hard to crack an expression. she hated how nice you are, she hated how happy you are — the calm in her storm, it felt like she can never get close to your level of being stable.

there's always a rocking quake, a landslide in her head that keeps on destroying the walls in her.

she wants to know.

"did i… does woonhak hate me?" haerin asked you.

you pushed the strands of your hair behind your ear as it kept falling on your face, you shook your head and gave her a smile. "no, why would he? woonhak doesn't hate you, not me, not anyone." you asked, scooting closer to her.

haerin felt your shoulder brush against hers. "i'm sorry if i — what if i, i don't know…" haerin struggled to find the right words, placing a hand on her face with a deep sigh. you kept your hand on her back. "hey, you didn't do anything wrong. i told you, we fell out of it, that's no one's fault, not yours, not his, not mine. who told you that?"

haerin felt tears prickle on her palm, it's like a stream of river, running continuously. haerin sniffled, embarrassed. you leaned your face close to her, concerned. "hey, haerin… what's wrong?" you asked, so gently.

i love you, that's what's wrong —

haerin wiped the tears on her face, turning her head at you slightly. "no one told me — but, i just can't help but think about it. i care about you y/n."

you nodded at her, of course you know that. and you care for her too, more than haerin knows.

"i know. i do too, hmm?"

haerin sniffled, her usual sharp eyes turned soft, fragile — her heart was about to break.

"i love you." haerin whispered.

you heard it, totally did — you looked down, not knowing what to say, it's not like you don't love haerin.

you do, but not yet; not when you've just gone through a heartbreak.

it's not the right time. so instead, you embraced haerin in a hug, rocking her softly.

in that way, she feels your love for her when you're not ready to respond to her words yet.

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[dawndelion-winery]

Lorem Ipsum

Highschool au Ft. Arlecchino, Pantalone, Dottore

Arlecchino:

Has probably threatened everyone in class at least once, the teachers included

As you can probably guess, she doesn't have a lot of friends

But you sit next to her, so you figured you might as well try to get along with her

But then it seemed she misunderstood and assumed you were flirting with her

She starts treating you to lunch after that, to the point you're always seated with her throughout the school day

Now apart from death glaring anyone who irks her, she does the same to anyone who seems to bother you

She doesn't talk much to you, but she did tell you to blabber on if it made you happy

You figured it'd be alright to keep talking until she tells you to shut up because she wasn't the type to tolerate things she didn't like

The again you never thought she actually listened since she always looked so listless

Yet whenever you offhandedly mention someone giving you a hard time, you find them surprisingly cooperative the next time you discuss things with them

She always did seem a little happier when you told her the issue has been resolved

"Didn't I tell you? The situation will resolve itself once you distance yourself from these problems, just stick with me instead."

Pantalone:

Class treasurer, somewhat of a prick

But he does his job flawlessly, so no one can really complain

Except when he rejects their proposals for whatever class ventures they have in mind for "being too wasteful"

With that in mind, he's never gotten anything short of a perfect score for maths, ever precise in his calculations and analysis

He's the type of asshole to breeze through calculus and scoff at those who can't

He makes an amazing tutor though

With calculation embedded in his nature, he knows when to praise and criticise you, pulling at your strings to keep you motivated - even if your motivation is just to be praised by him

"Yes, good work, look at how much faster you got this one, you'll keep up the effort, yes?"

And you can't really say no to him when he faces you with that close-eyed smile and pats your head

It doesn't matter if you haven't gotten past the first part of the question for the past five minutes, you badgered him to tutor you first and he will get it through your head whether you like it or not

"You're not giving up already, are you? ...to think I had such high hopes for you..."

He says it like he's truly disappointed and sighs, resting his chin in one hand as his fingers tap his cheek like he's deep in thought

And of course, you being a simp caved hard and fast, hastily agreeing to give it another shot

"That's my diligent student," he says as he pats your head again, and you should be more concerned about how quickly his tune changed but frankly, he doesn't give you much time to ponder as he shoos you back to work

Dottore:

Terrible classmate, amazing seatmate

Pretty much an asshole to the class, but as his seatmate you're practically guaranteed to ace any science subjects you have

Taking notes too slowly and can't keep up with class?

"Write faster, fool," he says as he effortlessly scribbles down all the key concepts, seemingly irritated by the fact that you can't keep up.

Big mistake because now you're even more distracted by the way his long, slender fingers move so deftly with his pen

If he noticed you staring he didn't say anything, but you swore you saw the corner of his lips tug upwards in a smirk

You know you're in trouble when the bell rings and you realised you've missed nearly everything

Yet, for some unknown reason, it would seemed he felt a shred of kindness towards you, sliding the notes he so boredly scrawled over to you before packing up his things and leaving for the next class

His notes are like a cheat sheet to your entire syllabus

Which leads to you often praising how smart he is, to which he scoffs and tells you flattery won't convince him to keep helping you keep up with class

That's a lie, it does

It also convinces him to tutor you

Not the best idea when you're more likely to study him than you're work, though he usually remedies that by grabbing your jaw to turn your attention back to your papers

His face comes dangerously close to yours when he explains things to you as you write, normally with him standing behind you and hunching over you with his face next to yours

His furrowed brows and keen eyes scanning your work to criticise your mistakes were quite the sight to behold - his side profile is vv pretty

And rest assured, you will understand whatever he teaches you, however much it takes

If he has to repeat and paraphrase himself, so be it, as long as your attention was on him and you kept looking at him like he was a godsend

Honestly, he just enjoys the attention and fawning, it feeds his ego sm

"I suppose I can't expect you to understand things as quickly as I do. Ah well, no matter, consider yourself fortunate you have someone as brilliant as I to help you."

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[bnuuys-writing]

Meet my Yuusona!

This is Jenny, but she goes by Jen. More information down below! <3

No one knows where Jenny has come from, but they all know she is able to wield magic without a pen. She also has all these strange markings on her body that she keeps hidden that occasionally glow when she is feeling certain strong emotions such as the ones of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Jenny is a caregiver, a empath who knows who is crying the next room over without even looking up from the book she is reading. She is able to diffuse fights before they even start either by fighting and winning herself or talking everyone out of it. She is someone you can rely on and trust if you're having a hard time with something either in school or emotionally. She will mom you, in short.

Fun Facts about Jenny! She actually had come from Devildom to here, and to avoid making connections with everyone, she gave out a fake name in hopes of being able to go home with no strings involved. Her name is actually Ophelia. Lia for short. She was learning how to wield magic by Solomon at first and the pacts she made with the brothers, angels, and the Butler and Prince of Devildom themselves only spur her magic on. She is more able to cast healing spells that fighting spells, so she summoned a familiar which was a brown rabbit! Yet, in the transport to Twisted Wonderland, their same magic merged them together to where Jenny now has a fluffy rabbit tail and large floppy ears!

Relationship Dynamics!

Leona: Absolutely a hater of this man. ONLY because she knows his worth could be so much more and he just doesn't put any effort into showing that he could be a good mage. It absolutely infuriates her. They constantly get into fights that either end up with both of them in the infirmary or both of them getting heated in a vocal argument.

Sebek: Love Interest #1. When Jen first came to NRC and met Sebek, she immediately did NOT like him. Both of them getting into silly little arguments that would go "So, Beastman-" "I'm actually a human. I just merged forms with my rabbit familiar." "DO NOT INTERUPT ME WHILE I AM TELLING YOU ABOUT LORD MALLEUS!!" "ok, bye." Yet after getting to know him better and better and actually taking time to see past everything, she saw him for who he truly is and just fell heads over heels with him. Yet, he doesn't need to know that.

Silver: Good friend, was a possible love interest and she had a small crush on him but after she fell in love with Sebek, they both just stayed close friends. Silver was one of the first few people to actually greet her into NRC. Sometimes Silver will find himself waking up with his head in Jen's lap as she reads away. They could make a cute couple but they respect each other a lot to not meddle with each other's love life.

Vil: Imagine; Malleus with Sebek. But now its Jenny and Vil. If anyone disrespects her housewarden, they will get thrown. Epel is impressed by this but Vil just taught her how to hurt people with words and how to make it sting. Jenny doesn't really hurt people without a good cause. But she heavily admires Vil due to the fact that he seriously reminds her of Asmodeus.

Azul: This is her boss. Was love interest #3 but after working for him constantly as either a waitress with the Tweels on the weekday and Singing for Monstro Lounge on the Weekend, that dwindled down fast. They both seriously respect each other and Azul has made the comment of making a deal about her voice once or twice in which she has denied more than plenty.

Ace and Deuce: These two are her best friends and Ride or Die's. Especially Deuce. She makes sure that they are all caught up and studied on homework before they can go ask Azul for tutoring papers all over again. Rewards them with baked goods that were helped made by Trey just to make sure that they keep their grades above a C-. C's get degrees!

Grim: She doesn't really interact with Grim all that much even though she is Housewarden of Ramshackle, but is an honorary member of Pomefiore. Its all because she is severely allergic to cats. But if you mess with her baby? You are so fried. Prepare to meet the actual full power of Wrath.

Crowley: Does not like him. She has thrown a chair at him. They do not interact unless absolutely necessary and she is finding her own way back home.

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Happy and Safe

I had an idea of like...okay seeing Gwen talking about how high school was hell for her, and how Larissa just wants the outcasts to have a space and protect her little Nevermore family, got me a little emotional. I was thinking that maybe Larissa could comfort a Nevermore student that has been through an abusive relationship or been groomed. She takes on a super nurturing role and reassures the reader it isn't her fault and lets her have a huge breakdown in her office and even holds her.

Word count: 3.4k Author's note: For the lovely @fortheloveofaphroditesblessings who trusted me with this idea. Thank you so much! It was a real ride to write it and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. 💛

Today was not a good day. The entire week, the feeling of dread and imminent danger kept your body on high alert. Any sudden movements made you flinch, any loud noises took your breath away. If someone so much as brushed against you, you felt like your ribs were closing in on your chest and bile rose in your throat. But today was especially torturous. Today you couldn’t be near anyone without wanting to hug yourself and cry.

However, it was a school day, and you’d been skipping classes enough since you were transferred to allow yourself any more time off. You had to score well; it was the only thing you had left. So, you left the dormitory and mentally shielded yourself from all external stimuli. People talking around you were distant sounds and no one’s face was recognizable.

You walked to your first class, sat, and barely moved for forty minutes, only looking from the chalkboard to your notes and back. Much of the morning was more of the same. You talked to no one, heard no one, saw no one. It was a conscious effort, and it made your muscles hurt and your stomach knot. The continuous rhythmic movements of the pen on paper, your chest rising and falling in counted seconds, and the blink of your eyes which took only a few fractions of a second longer than it normally would were the only things keeping you from screaming and kicking and running until your body was too heavy for your legs.

"You're a very smart girl, darling. Don't tell your mother, but I think she doesn't appreciate you enough," the woman sat by your side on the steps. You'd been watching all the adults in the kitchen, mostly women, drinking and smoking through the half-open door.

Mommy had told you to go to your room when you came over to ask her to look for errors in your math homework, so you left but didn't go upstairs because you liked hearing her and her friends talking.

They were funny. Most of the time they drank in these gatherings, saying it was the only way to endure their husbands and that, in a few years, you would understand. You didn't know, you didn't even understand the point of a husband.

"Do you want me to accompany you to your bedroom? We wouldn't want her to be mad, right?" she smiled, offering you her hand to take. You agreed easily enough, and she took you upstairs.

She played battleship with you and helped you revise your homework, which she said was entirely correct and complimented you again on how smart you were.

You spent lunchtime in your room. You didn’t have a roommate yet, and probably wouldn’t until the beginning of a new year. It was a blessing but also a curse. With no one around, your feelings got the better of you. When you were at Spruce, what kept you in check wasn’t the yoga or outside activities, but the community. Having people looking out made you want to be good, to be presentable, to make an effort. Here everyone already had their own groups and the few that went out of their way to talk to you had no reason to think you needed someone to keep you in check. I’m not a good girl anymore; how could I be?

Class began again and you beelined to the places you needed to be, not stopping to look around for anyone. You should have because, at the turn of a corridor, you collided with someone and were sent to the ground with your books.

The simple contact was already enough to steal all air from your lungs, but the pain of your elbows hitting the fancy linoleum shot panic through your veins and you couldn’t keep a shrieking sound of terror inside.

There was nothing else. White light and white noise were all you sensed as you flew through the corridors to an unknown destiny away from an unknown threat. Books be damned, you were sprinting, bumping against several things, maybe people, along the way. You wished you could run as fast as your heart was beating but your legs couldn’t carry your body for much longer. It was exactly the same as when you were a child, running in the park, trying to win a race against her. Your legs were too small for your speed, and you would trip over yourself, soiling your knees with dirt and grass.

She was never mad. Mother would snicker and refuse to help you, but she tsked fondly and cleaned you up, caressing your legs while at it, claiming “they had to be sore from beating her at running”. It had never been love. You were her little doll, her baby girl. You could never get rid of the repugnant taste she left in your mouth when she grumbled “you seduced me from the beginning” against your tongue. Repugnant because you knew how sweet it felt at the time, even if rotten.

When your lungs burned too much to keep going and you smelt iron on your nose, you stopped, heaving in a darkened patch of the woods.

You flopped down to the forest floor, chest rising and falling several inches. You felt bone-deep exhaustion. More than from physical exertion, more than from chemicals in your blood; you were exhausted from simply being, from enduring, from knowing what you did. What she made of you.

Your chest movements changed; now not only they rose and fell rapidly, but also shook with the force of your sobs, with your breath cutting itself into half a million fragments just like you wish you could. You wailed, screamed and trashed, cursing everything and everyone for not stopping the way you felt, for not giving you a magical solution, a forget button or a reverse time. It didn’t change anything, but it made you feel human.

"Your mom asked me to look after you tonight. Isn't it great? We'll have so much fun!" she sounded as excited as you felt.

"Will we be up all night?" you were filled with glee.

"Absolutely! Whatever you want, my baby girl. Look, I've brought you something..."

It was a very small sleeveless shirt.

"I don't think it will fit me..." you pouted, sad that you had grown so much and wouldn't be able to use the gift she brought you.

"No, no, no. It's meant to be that small, lovely. It's a special blouse you can wear when we're alone," she booped your nose and nudged you to take off your pyjama top. "It's supposed to only cover this area," she ran her fingers through your skin where she meant, "What is this area called?" oh, she was testing you!

"Ribcage," you said proudly, and she beamed at you and kissed the middle of your chest.

"That's right! My baby girl is the smartest!" she said while helping you into the soft cloth. It was pink and had flower patterns. It felt the same as the necklace she gave you a few weeks before, which she said was lace.

"How do I look?" you turned around, putting up your hair to show her your back as well.

"Beautiful. You are perfect, my love, smart and funny and absolutely stunning," you didn't understand some of her words sometimes, but you liked that she called you things like stunning instead of pretty because it made you feel grown up. "Now, will you be a good girl and bring the other presents I gave you? I want to see how the look is coming together."

You nodded vehemently and ran to your bedroom to fetch the long socks and necklace and ran back, already without your bottoms because you knew she'd ask you to take them off. You wore the pink panties she said looked 'scrumptious' in you just to see her smile.

"Oh, aren't you a vision! Come, my love, let me dress you."

You loved when she dressed you. Her hands were so soft and caring while she slid the pink see-through socks up your thighs, tickling on their way up. She was so much nicer than mommy. She brushed your hair and massaged your shoulders. It was wonderful. Even if sometimes she massaged places that didn't hurt, like your little chest and thighs. So long as she was happy, you were too.

"Do you want to play Cluedo?" you asked, now wearing only your presents and panties. It was a bit chilly, but it didn't matter, she always noticed and told you to seat between her legs so she could warm you up.

You didn’t go back to class. You fell asleep on the leaves and dirt in the peaceful quiet of the trees. It was a better sleep than you’ve had gotten in a week on a comfortable bed.

When you woke up with a sharp pain in your left shoulder it was well past mid-afternoon and thinking of going back only made you want to roll over and sleep until morning.

You didn’t, though. Even as an outcast, your abilities wouldn’t help you much if an animal decided you looked tasty. So, you made your way back guessing the best you could which was the right direction and arrived just before the last class finished.

No one paid much attention, as per usual. The furs often looked like you did now, and everyone was exaggeratedly chill with any strange behaviour when it came to what you identify as, so long as there was no harm to yourself and others. No one asked, they just smiled and kept going.

After a long shower and searching for your discarded books, you were ready to spend the rest of the day underneath the covers. You could ask someone for their notes on mind reading and emphatic studies when you were better and capable of looking at people in their faces. However, today was proving to be more and more of a bad day — nap in the wood non-included — because as you left the lost-and-found corner of the library, you walked straight into a severe-looking principal, towering over you with bright blue eyes boring holes into yours, very clearly indicating she was searching for you and not for a nice chat.

"How was that test?" she always remembered when you had tests.

"Hard, but my teacher said I got the highest score in the class," it was surprising, because you really struggled in that one, and would probably only get 90 and be scolded by mommy.

"Ooh, someone needs rewarding then!" she laughed and lunged forward tickling you over the Scrabble board.

You loved getting tickled, you would run through the apartment and always be caught; she'd press you to the floor and torture you unrelentingly until you were out of breath and begging for mercy.

"Stop! Stop, please!" you coughed through the laughter.

"Alright... but only if you let me reward you another way?"

You agreed eagerly.

"How?" what did she have in mind? Was it another present?

"Come here..." she smiled, taking your hands and walking back to the couch. She sat and manoeuvred you to sit between her legs as you had been doing for over a year now. You always let her move you however she liked. It generally ended up being something you liked, only sometimes it was for things you had to grow accustomed to first to start liking. Tonight, was like those times.

"What do you think of a special massage?" she said, already pressing your shoulder in that way that made you comfortable and warm and pliant.

“Good to finally find you, miss,” she said simply, but her thin line of a mouth didn’t mask it wasn’t all that good for you.

“Principal,” you acknowledged her with a nod, not quite looking her in the eyes. You just wanted to leave, go to your room and melt on the cool floor until you felt just enough like a person again and then maybe sleep some more.

“I’d like you to accompany me to my office. I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now and we need to talk.”

Did someone tell her you ran away screaming? For all you knew, she might have seen you even, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

“I’m sorry, miss Weems…” every murmured word took a toll on you and even not looking at her you felt her disappointment. You were failing at being “part of the family” like she wanted you to, were failing at appearing for classes, and soon enough would fail your exams because there was only so much you could learn exclusively from books and notes. “But can we leave this for tomorrow?” you breathed, not trusting the lump in your throat to keep the slowly rising sobs down for much longer.

You heard a sigh. Maybe she’d let you go. Maybe she was also tired of trying to include you and-

“I’m sorry, but I think I’ve delayed this long enough, dear. Please come with me.”

She didn’t say anything more, and as you followed her with sunken shoulders, you found a bit of solace in how her voice had ringed solemn and not completely unattached.

“You must know I’m aware of your recent absence from most of your classes, correct?” she said as soon as you sat at the leather chair in front of her desk.

You nodded, paying close attention to your bouncing leg rather than the woman.

“You also know that as principal I was entrusted with your file and general knowledge of the past facilities you’ve been to.”

It wasn’t a question, so you felt no need to say anything. You just wanted this to be over, you could talk about it any other time, couldn’t she see that?

“Could you stop that?” her less soothing tone had you looking at her, and she was staring at your leg with a questioning raised eyebrow.

“Sorry…”

She only sighed, closing her eyes for a few seconds before getting up and gesturing for you to follow her, “Come, let’s sit by the fire. I think I have tea from earlier.”

“Baby?”

"Yes!" you'd forgotten to answer.

"Perfect." her hands descended to your barely covered chest, her fingers sneaking under your little shirt and grazing over your tiny breasts. "You have such lovely breasts. Someday you'll make someone very happy with them," she said cryptically.

"What do you mean...?"

"What I mean, baby girl, is that someday you'll find someone you love, a friend that makes you laugh, gives you presents and cares for you, and you'll be able to show your love with your body to them."

"And what do my...?"

"Breasts," she reassured you it was ok for you to say. Mommy didn't like when you talked about your lady parts.

"Yes... what do my breasts have to do with it?"

"Well, if the person is the right one, they'll know how to appreciate them, and make you feel nice with them. And that way, they'll be happy. That's what I meant."

You stayed silent for a bit, "Do I make you happy?" she was the only one who loved you, maybe you should make her happy like that.

"Oh, you do, lovely," she said, and her hands went down your belly, caressing their way to the bottom of your stomach. You felt a strange heat rise there. "But now that you mentioned... I can think of a way we could both be happy."

"And what is that?" you almost jumped at the opportunity to please her.

"Remember the special massage I offered?" she whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

"Yes...?" she hooked her fingers to your pretty pink panties.

"Do you want to know where it is?" her breath on your neck smelled of cigarettes, the minty ones she let you try once. You coughed so much, you never tried again.

You nodded energetically, feeling nervousness boil in your chest while her fingers made something different boil somewhere else.

“I don’t know anything that happened to you,” she said calmly, after you shared a cup of tea in silence, “I only know you lived at a mental health facility-“

“Residential treatment centre.”

“Right, I’m sorry…”

“No, you… are correct, the way you said it just sounds a lot more clinical than it felt…”

She gave you a small smile that you hated knowing, the compassionate gesture every person would make when they heard. You didn’t want compassion; you wanted a reverse uno card. But weirdly, you found more comfort in her well-meaning eyes, than in any other face. It made you want to cry like a child, something you hadn’t been able to do even then… not after seven years old… not for several years.

“Well, my point is that I can’t make you go to classes if you’re not feeling well for whatever reason, and I think today’s little hit-and-run only proves how ill-advised that would be.”

You were stunned for a beat before finding your voice, “What? How is that ok? Isn’t it unfair? And how will I pass exams if I don’t go to classes?”

“I didn’t say you won’t be going to classes, dear,” she gave you the faintest little laugh before continuing, “I only meant we’ll have to keep you from feeling this way.”

Upon your clearly confused expression, she kept going.

“I want you to be part of our Nevermore family with all my heart. And I don’t know about you, but I do everything I can to ensure my family feels happy and safe, so it’s my intention to help you feel exactly like that.”

You couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to take care of you. Well, you could. But this was so very different. Principal Weems wasn’t smothering you with compliments, hell she was two seats away from you on the sofa; she made no movement to get near you and still her words touched you with such tenderness that you felt the entire week’s anguish beast being stroked behind the ear and purring.

Did she really mean it? Was it important to her for you to be a part of all of this? Of this school? You felt your thumb trembling. You’d seen it times enough to recognize it as the tell-tale sign that soon all your arm would start too, and soon after, you’d be choking and coughing on half-successful attempts of breathing, and you couldn’t do that in front of her.

You jumped up in a panic, only for your head to spin and your limbs to feel like jelly. You slumped on the sofa again, feeling faint. You were heaving for what felt like the millionth time that week and felt tears prickling your eyes for being like this in front of someone who wanted you to feel exactly the opposite.

You felt shame and anger and it didn’t help at all.

“Fuck, I hate this!” your voice sounded muddled, nasal like you had a cold, and you could only coil on yourself in the hopes of hiding whatever possible and being as small as you could. Sometimes you wished you could turn invisible. This was definitely one of those times.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the weight of Miss Weems leaving her seat. When a hand touched your shoulder, you could only wail and recoiled from her. You knew from the contact that she really meant well deep down, but you also couldn’t ignore the creeping feeling of a thousand spiders enveloping you from the point of contact.

The press ceased immediately, and you felt her sit again, closer this time, and silently wait for you to feel better.

The fact that she didn’t shout at you nor tried to embrace you or interfere at all, that she only waited patiently for you to come out of it, that she stayed there for you, made breathing again so much easier. It took you more than you’d like her to see, but it also ended so much sooner than it normally would, that when you lifted your head again you felt equal parts overwhelmingly confused and numb.

You also felt clean, in a way you hadn’t for months since arriving here, light. You wouldn’t be able to say if you talked again before you fell asleep, but you did remember how bony her elbow felt on your cheek, and how it was comfortable anyway.

#dead dove do not eat #I sorry for the slight deviations #angst #whump #hurt/comfort #student!reader #female reader #larissa weems & reader #larissa weems x reader