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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty One - The Kids Go To School

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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The Monaco trip went incredibly well. They hung around with other drivers, went out to dinner and such. Y/N got to explore somewhere she had always dreamed of visiting. Daniel took her to do anything she wanted, all to see the smile on her face.

Daniel took the kids to play padel. They played with Lando and Max while Daniel watched on, grin on his face. Before Y/N and Milo had to fly home, she agreed to do something that Olivia had always wanted to do. She took her shopping.

For the rest of the holiday Y/N didn't get to see Monaco Daniel. They had short moments alone, but not enough to really bring him out. But she had a feeling she'd get to see him again.

The end of the week came about far too quickly. Before they knew it, Daniel was kissing Y/N goodbye and giving Milo a hug at the airport in Nice. He'd spent most of their time in Monaco trying to bond with Milo, and it seemed to have worked. "Bye, Daniel," Milo said as he hugged him.

"Bye, Milo," he said and let go of him, standing up straight. Daniel turned his attention to Y/N. "Call me when you land, okay?"

She nodded her head and kissed his cheek. "I will do, Danny," she said. She couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him. "I love you."

"I love you too." Daniel couldn't stop himself from kissing her one last time before letting her and Milo go. It was a damn long flight from Monaco back to Australia, and he knew he'd be counting down the hours until he heard from her again.

As soon as he couldn't see them anymore, Daniel headed back to Monaco. He'd left Olivia in Max's care while he dropped them off at the airport.

The minute he got out of the car his fingers itched to call her. But he couldn't, not when they were about to get on their flight back home. Besides, he had to get himself and Olivia to the USA.

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The week that Daniel and Olivia were in America passed by slowly for Y/N. She worked through it, and could hardly wait until they got back. For Daniel and Olivia it went by quickly. They had something to do every day, filling the time until they returned home.

When they did return home, Y/N was working. As much as she wanted to be there for their arrival, she couldn't. Not when she already had so much work to get on with.

But Daniel was ready for when she finished her shift. He and Olivia unpacked their stuff, had a quick power nap each, and headed over to her place. On the way Daniel picked up flowers. He'd missed her so goddamn much, he couldn't begin to describe it.

"Can we sleep over?" Olivia asked as Daniel parked up outside of the house.

"Sorry, Badger. But Y/N's got work tomorrow, so we can't. But we might get to hang out with Milo tomorrow," he said as he climbed out of the car. Olivia followed him out. She took her fathers hand, holding the flowers with the other. Together they headed up to the house.

As soon as Y/N opened the door and saw him standing there, she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you, too," he said with a grin, squeezing her back. As soon as he released her, Daniel kissed her, and the kids let out a series of 'eww's'.

She stepped back, allowing Daniel and Olivia into her home. "From daddy and I," said Olivia as she passed Y/N the flowers.

"Thank you, Livvy," she said and led them through to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

It might have been summer for Daniel, Milo and Olivia, but Y/N still had to work. It sucked and she thought of nothing but them as she sat at her desk. It was clear to her coworkers that she was distracted, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Daniel was happy to look after Milo while she worked. With all the time in the world, there was nothing more he wanted to do. He took them karting, on fun days out to the zoo, to theme parks and more.

With the amount of time Y/N and Daniel were spending together, they might as well have moved in together. But they both knew it was far too early in the relationship for anything like that.

Before any of them knew it the end of summer rapidly approached. Every time somebody brought it up, Milo went all quiet. It was no secret that he was terrified of starting school. Y/N had been so careful as to not upset him when buying school supplies.

But the day was fast approaching, and Y/N had to sit him down at the kitchen table. "Munchkin, you're starting school next week," she said. "How're you feeling?"

Milo shrugged his shoulders as he looked down at his lap. "I don't get why I can't go to the same school as Olivia," he mumbled under his breath.

She let out a quiet sigh. She hated mentioning money to her son and tried to avoid it at all costs. They were poor, but Milo didn't have to know.

"Miley, baby, we can’t afford the school that Olivia goes to. But you can still hang out and play on weekends," she said, reaching over to take his hand.

Reluctantly, Milo nodded his head. For the next week his nights were sleepless. Y/N didn't know why he was so terrified of school; she wanted to do anything she could to fix it.

Just a week later she was walking with him to the classroom of his new school. Milo hadn't gripped her hand that tightly in almost a year.

She held him tight before she left him there. Guilt spread through her as she drove away from the school and headed to work.

For the entire day she had her phone out, waiting for a call from Milo's teachers to come and pick him up. But the call never came.

It wasn't that Milo was getting on with things and making new friends. It was more that he was too afraid to show just how upset he was. He was quiet, sitting at the back of the room with his head down. He hated this.

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"But daaaddy, I don't want to go to school," Olivia muttered as Daniel drove her.

There had been a small fight between himself and his ex over who would take Olivia for her first day. Daniel only won because it was his week to have her.

"Why can't we just have summer all the time?"

Daniel laughed as he pulled into the car park. "That would be cool, wouldn't it Badger?" He asked, opened hid car door.

He helped Olivia out of the back of the car and grabbed her back pack off the seat for her. Daniel helped her put the backpack on her back and walked her to her classroom. "Be good, okay? I'll come pick you up later," he said and hugged her before she ran off to make new friends.

At the daycare the parents bad gotten used to seeing Daniel. They no longer stared at him, whispered to their partners and pointed. Now they they were starting somewhere new, the stares and the whispers started again. Daniel ignored it as he headed back to his car.

As he drove, he used the hands free in his car to call Y/N. "Hey babe," he said the moment she picked up.

"Hi, Danny," she replied quietly. He realised then that she must have been in her office. "How was Olivia this morning?"

"Oh, you know. Complained about summer not lasting forever and then immediately ran off to make friends," he said as he drove to meet his trainer. "How about Milo? How did he seem when you left him?"

Y/N sucked in a breath. "He... I'm worried about him, Danny. I'll be surprised if he speaks to anyone at all today. I mean, it took him all of daycare to make friends with Olivia."

"If you wanted to transfer him to Olivias school, I'd be happy to pay," he immediately said.

Although he couldn't see it, Y/N shook her head. "Danny, I can't ask you to do that," she said.

"I just want you to know I'd be happy to," he said as he pulled in the gym car park. "I gotta go. Are we still on for dinner later?"

"Of course," she replied. "I love you, Danny."

"I love you too."

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foreverdolly · 19 days

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this is a self pitying post and i’ll probably delete it later- but when i’m sad i tend to write it out. i’ve used this blog like a diary of sorts for the last two and a half years. i’ve developed a relationship with a lot of you on here and i appreciate all the love i’ve received so far on my last post. my friends that i have in real life, no matter how long i’ve known them, don’t know too much about my upbringing or my parents. i hate the idea of trauma dumping- it’s uncomfortable for other people: so don’t read this if you don’t want to. i wouldn’t blame you.

my dad died from cirrhosis due to alcoholism. he died miserable and alone. he had no friends. his family was sick of him. i tried to call him as often as i could but sometimes he could be mean if he was drunk. i knew not to call him after 11:00 in the afternoon because he would start to drink. he lived in his youngest brother’s basement and almost never came upstairs because he was embarrassed. i haven’t seen him in three years because he lives fourteen hours from me, but i tried my hardest to call him every week and keep him involved in my life. he never saw any of my homes, never met any of my friends, and never even saw me drive a car (i’ve been licensed since i was eighteen). i cried to him almost every week, begging him to get sober.

he never recovered from my parent’s divorce, and for that i feel so sorry. he called my mother his soulmate and always spoke in past tense- talking about when me and my brother were little. he would tear up when talking about the first time he ever saw me in the hospital after my mother gave birth, and he was vocal about the fact that i was his favorite. we shared a lot of the the same interests and always had fun when talking.

when my mom made a suicide attempt two years ago he was there for me almost everyday, calling me despite the demons he was battling with himself.

the last time i spoke to him was thursday- a week from the day he died. he told me that he almost called a treatment facility but he got tired and took a nap instead. his doctors appointment was today at one and he was going to ask to be admitted and then go to a rehab facility. i told him i’d send him money while he was in there- he hasn’t been able to hold a job since i was still in high school.

my dad was a chef. a damn good cook- classically trained in french cooking. he had the loudest laugh i’ve ever heard, so much so that it used to make me cry when i was a baby. we used to wear matching costumes and he’d sign me out from school on halloween and call me out the day after. he took me to my first concert, but he couldn’t afford both the gas and the tickets (so i paid for the gas with my pocket change at the age of thirteen). he wore adidas strictly- shell toe was his favorite.

when i was little my dad was on night duty while my mom was away: tucking us in, reading us books. he refused to read to me and walked out the door but not before saying “bed bugs and stuff”. i thought it was so funny. it became our saying. every night we spent with each other we said “bed bugs and stuff”. so that was my last send off to him. i hope he’s finally resting well and isn’t depressed, ashamed or lonely anymore where he is.

he died in his sleep. they found a solo cup filled with vodka next to his bed and i can’t stop thinking about the fact that he was going to get help today. he was yellow due to jaundice. what a cruel world.

#i genuinely don’t know what to do

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transfemarmin · 8 months

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42!Miles x Sleepy!Reader

Ms. Rio loooovvveeessss reader and she even comes over when Miles isn’t there to hang out with her on days she’s not working

Most of the time reader takes naps in Miles bed with his shirts on and that’s when he usually gets home <33

(•̀ᴗ•́)و SLEEPY..

MILES G. MORALES X SLEEPY! READER

headcanons!

whenever you come to the house, mama rio welcomes you with open arms, now she isn’t gonna lie and say she liked you from the jump because she didn’t; it took some getting used too, before she even trusted you.. miles is her little boy and she loves him more than she loves anything. she just wants the best for him.

but after the three month anniversary, you had asked her about her dislike about you, and nervously gave her this big speech about how much you loved her son, and how you would do nothing but love him.. do nothing but show him how much you love him and show her how much you love her son.. is when she finally loosened up.

she feeds you, she has a photo of you and miles in her phone case, telling others..

“ this is mi mijo and his girlfriend! she’s beautiful isn’t she?”

whenever you come over, and you’re sleepy, she tries her best to keep you up until miles comes home

“ ah mija.. you wanna help me cook?”

“ I’m trying to learn how to knit… you wanna watch tutorials with me?”

“ let’s take a walk!”

it doesn’t take long before she’s giving up though, you’re a growing girl, and also a student at Vision’s Academy! It’s where you and miles met; she knows from a few sleepless nights her son has had that that school is tough, that doesn’t stop her from encouraging you two to do your best for your future.

so, now whenever she sees you walk through the door, with your bonnet in hand.. she sends a simple greeting

“ hey.. you sleepy? miles isn’t here right now.. I’ll tell him to get you when he comes back.”

“ okay mama.”

“ I love you.”

“ thank you, love you too.”

and then you’d be going into miles’ room; bonnet over your afro and falling down into his bed

the sleep would usually only last about a few hours before you feel the bed weigh down, your body going on high alert and waking you up, just to see your boyfriend in front of you.

“ woah.. mami, what’s wrong with you?”

“ nothing.. I just got a little scared.”

he would chuckle at your words, giving you a kiss on the cheek, his own bonnet on his own head as he laid down next to you

something he did whenever he got home and saw you fast asleep in his bed, he loved sleeping next to you.

BUT…

when he finds you in his shirts, is when he’s usually nothing but a giggling mess; the shirts go to your mid thigh, it’s never you wearing JUST his shirt, you always have a pair of his sweatpants on as well..

but he takes pictures of you, sleeping in his clothes ( sometimes even in his bonnet when you forget yours or come straight to his home on fridays)

he definitely sends the pictures to ganke; teasing him about how he has a beautiful girlfriend who wears his clothes & ganke doesn’t

“ look at my mami in my clothes..”

“ oh sorry.. I forgot you don’t know what it’s like..”

“ okay.. you know what-“

he had made it his profile picture on Instagram for a few hours.. a picture of you dressed in clothes that belonged to him, with drool running down your face, and sprawled out all crazy.. he only changed it after one of the guys from his old school that followed him said you were a baddie even while dressed casual

Yeah.. he wasn’t playing that, he loves to show you off, but if these niggas that was supposed to be his friends was showing out like that.. he was gonna keep his girl hidden from then on.

waking up in his arms though >>>

although when you first wake up, he’s sleep his damn self, and it’s a bit of a jumpscare; because miles is a guy who snores.. I will die on this, he snores.

it’s loud and obnoxious to the point he has to force himself to stay up so he doesn’t get on your nerves.

but you love him nonetheless.. and you love waking up to his gorgeous face too

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spider verse #spiderman x reader #miles x you #pavitr x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x fem!reader

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scxrlettsversion · 3 months

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A “FRIEND” IN NEED

Pairings: Larissa W x Reader

Gender: Smut/fluff

Warnings: Dom (L) Sub (R), Masturbation, Pillow humping, nipple sucking, fingering (R receiving), Dumbification?, dirty talk. (I think that's it? also not really proof read sorry)

Summary: You're Nevermore's new Botany teacher and accidentally discover a plant the old teacher had hidden.

You were just setting up like any other day and you discovered that some of the markers were dried up so you went into the storage room to get some more, there was some old stuff in there that you hadn't bother taking out but since you were trying to set the classroom up really quick something fell from the shelf and you saw that there was a little compartment in the wall.

You were curious so you opened it, there was a plant in there it was beautiful it had shades of pinks and reds you took it out carefully and brought it up to you're nose to smell it, it was such a delightful smell you couldn't get enough of it, you started to feel weird, you got a little hot and sweaty, you shook it of as it being hot in the storage room, you left the plant in there and went back to prepping the room.

Over the next few hours you started to grow more and more desperate, for what you didn't know and you couldn't figure it out until you got off but the feeling started getting painful.

Thankfully you made it till the end of the day without causing such a big scene sure some students and teachers noticed you were a bit flustered but you'd just blurt out an excuse.

When you got up your room at the school you sat at your desk and immediately started searching up your symptoms but nothing came up, so you stared at the ceiling and just let your thoughts take you somewhere they took you to Larissa your boss, you started thinking about the things you wished she could do to you, as you were thinking that the feeling got even more intense.

That's when you realized what was happening you had inhaled Angels crimson commonly known as sex pollen, you also realized you couldn't go to work like this so you had to write an email to larissa to tell her.

Good evening, Principal Weems

I'm writing to inform you that i'm not feeling very well and that i don't think i'll be able to come in tomorrow, I'm not sure how long this'll last, I hope you understand.

Sincerely, Y/n

sent 5:36

After that you decided to take a nap because you were depleted and sleeping would make this overwhelming feeling go away for a little.

You woke up from your nap and the feeling hit you hard, you groaned and decided you would check if Larissa had responded before you took care of yourself.

She had responded at 5:40, it said

Good evening, Ms. Y/l/n

I will be able to provide a substitute for as long as you may need, I do hope you feel better soon, I will be passing by tomorrow for you to sign a ome paperwork regarding your absence.

Yours sincerely, Larissa

You felt relieved she would be able to provide a substitute but you weren't sure how you would react with her stopping by tomorrow, You decided not to think about it much and take care of yourself the feeling is becoming unbearable, you took off your clothes and laid back in bed.

You started circling your clit it felt immensely intensified, you could just come undone by this but even tho it felt really good you needed more so you decided to use your fingers, you let out little moans and whimpers but it still wasn't enough, you grew frustrated that you couldn't push yourself over the edge.

You let out a groan, you took your fingers out of yourself, you grabbed a pillow and started grinding on it, you gripped the sheets and started grinding harder, your moans were getting louder and louder by the minute, it was only yours and larissa's room on this floor but you didn't think she was in her room since you always see her trapped in her office, after you finally got the release you were craving.

You were panting for a little until a knock at your door took you by surprise, you hopped out of bed and quickly tried to find a robe when you found one you ran to the door and opened it and found larissa standing there.

"Principal Weems what can i help you with?" you said a little out of breath "I heard some noises and i just wanted to make sure you were alright darling"

*god why did she have to say darling* you thought

"darling?" "oh im fine" you said as the feeling came back "are you sure?" "yes i'm sure" you said groaning a little bit hoping she didn't notice "well alright i'll leave you be, i'll be by tomorrow for you to sign some papers" "okay well i'll see you tomorrow" you felt bad by just shutting the door but you were only thinking about yourself and how you'd survive tomorrow. You decided you'd just go to sleep and deal with it tomorrow if you could.

You woke up at 5 in the morning because the overwhelming feeling wasn't really letting you sleep so again you decided to take care of yourself, you started humping a pillow letting out loud moans and whimpers, since you didn't think Larissa would be awake, so you kept going gripping the pillow and grinding harder.

She was walking over to your room as she thought you were already awake since she once again heard sounds coming from your room and getting you to sign the papers early on would take one thing off her list.

She knocked on your door but you didn't answer you were just focusing on getting your release, she knocked on your door once again and checked if your door was open, she noticed it was so she went in, she looked around to see if you were there she then noticed the sound were coming from your bedroom, she heard you moaning and groaning she thought you hurt yourself so she quickly walked over to your door and opened it and was surprised to see you in such a position grinding down on a pillow letting out lewd sounds, She immediately got flustered, she then realized you couldn't catch her looking at you like this so she tried getting out quietly but the door let out a loud squeak.

You heard it and turned to look at who was there, you saw that it was Larissa and you quickly tried to cover yourself, you looked everywhere but her.

It was quiet for a while neither me or her could say anything until she said "i thought you were awake so i decided i'd come over so you could sign the papers" she said quietly "oh um i can sign them right now if you could just bring them to me i can't really get up right now" you said embarrassingly "oh of course" she said as she walked closer to you and gave you the papers.

You signed the papers and handed them back to her, she stood there for a while trying to find words "do you mind telling me what exactly you've come down with?" "um i smelled a flower called Angel crimson most commonly known as the-" "sex pollen flower" she said as she finished your sentence "yeah so i can't really teach a class while im like this".

she hummed as she was deep in thought "what if.i helped you" she said as she turned to look at you

"uh what?" "im not going to lie to you darling i do find you attractive and i've noticed how you act around me and i don't think it's just because im your boss unless im wrong?" "no you're not wrong it's just that i don't want this ruining anything, what if someone finds out?" you said "no one's going to find out darling even if someone did i wouldn't mind unless you want this to be a one time thing?" she with a hint of disappointment "no i want this to be more than a one time thing" "good i want it to be more than a one time thing too" she said smiling while she leaned in and kissed you.

It turned into a heated make out session you weren't complaining but you really needed to breath so you gently pushed her, she backed away a little you took a deep breath "sorry i couldn't breath" "it's fine darling we do have more pressing matters to tend to don't we?" she said smirking you whimpered a little and said "yes please larissa help me"

"of course darling what kind of person would i be if i denied you" she said as she pulled the covers off of me "oh look at these pretty tits" she attached her mouth to one of them you arched your back into her, she started kissing down your body until she got to close to where you wanted her most, you bucked your hips up to her, she smirked "oh you're really wet is this all for me?" she said teasingly "yes mommy please please i need you" you pleaded and then realized what you had said your eyes widened as you looked at larissa "oh darling if i had known you'd call me that i would've come claimed you sooner" she said as she started kissing and leaving marks on your inner thighs.

You just wished she'd start fucking you but you also didn't want her to stop doing what she was doing, you started whimpering she came up to your face

"aww is mommy being mean?" she said as she fake pouted at you "oh come on darling you know i'll give you what you want soon enough" she said as she snaked her hand down and started rubbing your clit

"does that feel good" she said as you had started moaning "mm it feels *gasp* really good mommy" she decided you were wet and ready enough to take two of her fingers as soon as she did that you gasped and gripped the sheets you groaned a bit from the sudden intrusion "it's okay darling the discomfort will go away in a bit"

She noticed you had let go of the sheets and were grinding down on her fingers so she started moving in and out slowly until you were begging her to go faster she started curling her fingers that made you scream "Mommy i'm gonna cum!" "oh really, then come on do it" she said speeding up even more

"come on darling you can come for me can't you" you couldn't answer her from all the pleasure she was aivina vou "oh you’re close. i can feel you clenching around me" you moaned and bucked your hips trying to keep up with her pace "oh i'm cumming, i'm cumming mommy" "go on darling cum for me" you finished with a scream of pleasure.

She stood up and went to your bathroom to get a wet towel, she then came back and cleaned you up, She then laid down in the bed and started spooning you, she spoke in your ear she said "was that enough for you darling?" you hummed "for now" she let out a laugh "alright i'll be here when you wake up now sleep darling" you hummed and fell sleep.

omg this is my first time writing smut this idea pretty much came to me i don't know if anybody has written something like this im sorry if someone has but i would really love some advice to see if i did something wrong/could've done better.

This is my valentines gift to y’all ❤️

Lots of love, mar 💗

#larissa weems #larissa weems fluff #larissa weems smut #larissa x reader #larissa x you

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tealfloyd · 1 year

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DOG ON THE RUN!

"Gotta catch MC's new pet~"

SUMMARY: MC is kindly asked forced by Crowley to dog-sit for a stray dog found in the NRC, who likes to constantly run away. (Everyone x Fem!Reader).

WARNINGS: Nothing more than jealousy (over a dog).

CONTENT: Most of the guys being petty over a dog. Again, I didn't have any ideas for Ortho :( Crowley dumping his responsibilities onto you, again. A little Malleus x MC moment at the end but it's very short. Also, no mentions of Crewel :( WORDS: 6K+

A/N: Sorry, this took so long, I was busy with some things and had to focus on that for this week, so please excuse me if this work ended up being a bit messy.

I was planning to do it with a cat at first, since I have two cats, but decided to go with a puppy because it's way easier for them to run away, in my opinion, because I also had dogs.

Now onto the fic~

“I can’t believe I got tricked by that crow again…” You muttered, looking for the little being that was now freely running through the halls.

You were wondering how you got into this situation to start with, remembering the earlier conversation you had with the so kind headmaster a few hours ago.

A FEW HOURS AGO

“You called for me?” You asked, entering the office after hearing a ‘come in!’ from the headmage, looking around its disastrous state. “By the Sevens, what happened here?”

“Oh, MC! You arrived just in time!” He exclaimed, a tired smile travelling up his features as he looked for something down his desk. “Would you mind helping me here?”

You approached, crouching to look down the desk. “What did you do this time?” You asked, gaze wandering for whatever he was looking for.

"Your words hurt me, Prefect, I'm a very diligent—" He was offended at first, but upon seeing your cold glare he let it pass, a little scared of this action. "I was checking on the well-being of the students as part of my diligent routine, when I stumbled with this little dog."

Your eyes widened at that. “A puppy? What is a puppy doing in this school?” Using the flashlight of your phone, you tried searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. “I don’t see anything."

“But he must be here! There is no other way he could get out unless…” He glanced at the opened door, and a heavy sigh left his mouth. “Unless you left the door open…”

“He can be anywhere at this point, puppies are very energetic," you said, standing up while you stretched a bit because of the uncomfortable position. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, I need to take care of something important, so you will need to take care of this," heading out, he started waving, shooting you a grin. “I’m counting on you, Prefect!” And with that note, he left.

“Wait, I have plans with Grim-!” You yelled, checking the empty hallway with no signs of Crowley. “This bit—"

And that’s how you ended up in this dilemma, having to look for a lost puppy and at the same time taking care of a grumpy cat, who was walking with you to look for it (‘unwillingly’, as he says).

“Why did you drag me into this? I don’t want to make part of your… Whatever-you’re-looking-for quest!” Grim whined, tiredly walking with you as his eyes struggled to stay opened.

“It’s not like I accepted, I really wanted to take a nap too, but if we want to eat nicely for another day, then we must do this," you felt bad as Grim kept yawning, an idea suddenly popping on your mind. “Do you want to rest on my back? I’m sure it will take a while before I find him”.

He didn’t make any sound, hazily nodding before climbing on your back, leaving you to look for the creature in silence, making the task a bit more complicated.

Fortunately, you spotted him when you turned the corner, invisible to some of the students that were exiting the Mirror Chamber, who left the door opened enough for the little being to hop onto the delicate room.

“Wait—" You were suddenly reminded that you weren’t alone, as your cat companion yawned one more time before drifting off to Dreamland, shutting up in frustration.

Running as quietly and steadily as you could, you finally made it to the door, encountering the happy puppy as it decided which colourful door he should pass through.

When you were just about to reach him, he decided to jump onto the Heartslabyul mirror, leaving you with your arms hanged on nothing as you let out a quiet scream.

“How can such an adorable creature be so mischievous?” You whispered. “Wait, that’s Floyd…” You thought, finally crossing the Queen of Hearts portal.

EXHIBITING NOW IN: HEARTSLABYUL

The landing in Heartslabyul was abrupt, so you had to quickly balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall on the land.

“Couldn’t have chosen a more confusing dorm…”

Every time you visited Heartslabyul, one (if not all) of the dorm members had to guide you so you didn’t end up lost; so how were you supposed to find a puppy, which had tons of energy, in such a wide maze?

Well, obviously, for cases like this, you had to rely on luck; and that’s exactly what you did. You turned every corner carefully in order to catch the little animal, and someone up there must like you because just when you were about to exit the maze (by accident, of course), you heard some barks and a high-pitched scream.

Running towards the noise, you found a pretty hilarious yet scary scene.

Trey holding the puppy, which was covered by cake and other deserts; Riddle stood next to him, a tea stain on his usually clean uniform, all while Ace was laughing his ass off and poor Deuce trying to do something to help. Cater tried to record the whole thing, but immediately stopped upon seeing the wrath in Riddle’s face.

You decided it was time to intervene, approaching with stealthy steps, keeping your distance so the noise wouldn’t affect Grim’s sleep. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t intend to disturb your tea party."

Retrieving the creature from Trey’s hands, you lightly scolded him, trying to ease up the mood. “You’re lucky you’re adorable, if this was Ace’s or Deuce’s doing they would be cleaning windows because of this."

After this, everyone stayed quiet, a blush creeping up their faces as they registered the cute scene in front of them.

Riddle’s wrath dissipated a little after you appeared, thing that is very much appreciated by everyone present. But a new feeling started to blossom in his interior, that being jealousy; not that he knows about this though, he’s never had a crush before, so it’s a new, and certainly a very uncomfortable experience, for him. His face is red, but for different reasons now; he wishes the one you’re cradling and saying sweet compliments to is him, and he knows it’s stupid of him to feel like this because of a dog, but he can’t help it. Maybe this ended up in a good matter because now you’re paying him attention (mostly because you’re concerned; after all, he’s really red).

Trey is, unsurprisingly, the chilliest one of the five. He’s Heartslabyul only hope in terms of appearing normal. He doesn’t feel jealous of you interacting more with the little being; this actually enforces his teasing, but how can you blame him after you did something so cute? Answer: You can’t. He helps you clean the animal, and from the outside it seems like you both are taking care of your little dog son. He is all down for domestic stuff, so naturally his face becomes the slightest shade of pink at the innocent action, making some light chat to ease the mood.

Magicam better be prepared, because Cater is about to create a whole new section on his profile about you and your pup companion, called: “The cutest animal and the cutest Prefect <3!”. There isn’t anything that anyone can do to stop this; you all must wait until the storm is over. In fifteen minutes, he uploaded around 100 photos and videos of you and your canine friend just… Existing. He isn’t bothered by the fact that you are paying more attention to the dog than everyone else, at first. He looks through the pictures and that’s when he notes that he has never been nestled in your arms before… And now he has a new objective.

Ace is offended, because how dare you pay more attention to something that isn’t him? He can’t function properly if you don’t talk to him, but he knows that he can’t just retrieve the puppy from your arms; even if he seems nonchalant, he really wants to make you comfortable, and that action would make you mad, and what’s worse, mad at him. Though he has to admit that the scene it’s pretty adorable and wholesome; and unbeknownst to him, he took a liking to the creature, playing with him a little. It ends up being a win-win situation: you are happy, and he gets attention.

Deuce had a hard time processing the situation. Like, he just saw this dog jump onto the table out of nowhere, and then you appear claiming it’s yours. His mind first tries to comprehend how did a dog get into the school in the first place, also commenting about the fact that he can’t believe the headmaster dumped his responsibilities onto you again. He doesn’t get jealous; why should he be jealous over a dog? Ace had to explain to him why he should be outraged by this, but he doesn't get the point of it, saying it was just a dog and that there wasn’t any harm try to learn something from him.

You stayed to help clean the mess that your newfound pet had caused, insisting to the refusing boys that it wasn’t a problem.

Grim must have been really tired because he didn’t wake up after all the screaming and barking, soft complaints leaving his mouth, probably a result of his dreams.

You were cleaning the tablecloth, which had a huge tea stain on it and some smudges of the previous disaster, sighing at how difficult it was to clean them off.

Ace was bothering you as always, and Cater was on his phone, one of his clones helping the others as he uploaded the remaining photos. Everyone else was organising the garden.

It was then when you heard a bark, turning your head towards the noise, finding that the puppy was following a butterfly, running towards the mirror.

You excused yourself, apologising as you ran too, following the surprisingly fast dog.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: SAVANACLAW

You passed through the mirror, glancing at the dark room to try and spot him, and sure enough, his next choice was Savanaclaw, happily hopping on it.

You sighed, hopping in as well to try and chase him faster. It didn’t help that Savanaclaw was overbearingly hot, having to stop for a few seconds in order to catch your breath.

Those few seconds were enough to lose sight of him again, and you sighed at it, deciding to walk further into the King of Beasts territory to find him.

It didn’t pass much time before you did though, finding the little creature sitting on one of the lounge’s couches, looking at something, or more like someone.

You shifted your glance towards the person he was looking at, and you were met with a growling Leona, who immediately sensed your stare, turning to look at you in the eyes, grumpily approaching you.

Ruggie was also there, a frown adorning his face as he glared at the oblivious puppy, while Jack tried to comprehend what was a dog doing in their dorm.

“There you are," you said, starting to walk towards the pup, leaving the three of them shocked. “How are you so fast? I wouldn’t be surprised if Crowley fed you batteries."

“Sorry if we interrupted you, it wasn’t our intention, right?” You shook a little his little paw, making an apologetic bow at the three students, who stayed in silence; this time, much longer than the Heartslabyul guys, and you thought that seeing a dog had somehow affected them.

Yes, but actually no.

Leona had to process for a second that, one: there was a dog in his dorm. And two: that dog was apparently yours. He’s not a cat, but he’s still a feline, and seeing the little canine sitting so relaxed on a couch of his territory made him mad; and on top of that, it seems you like this furball better than him. He won’t admit he’s jealous, and even if he looks snappy, he still respects women, and wouldn’t dare to say something that would make you mad instead. He just waits for you to stop being so cutesy and attentive of the little being, so he can be the one you’re paying attention to.

Ruggie is wary. Hyenas aren’t felines nor canines, though they are closer to the feline family. That’s one of the reasons he’s wary of this dog, and also because it appeared out of nowhere and already claimed the couch as his own. He’s surprised when you said that you were taking care of the pup, ears deflating a little because that meant you couldn’t be with him… To run some errands, clearly. Overall, he isn’t that jealous, more like annoyed, but he dissimulates it pretty well, so you don’t know he’s upset in the first place.

Jack isn’t jealous in the slightest. He’s a fan of canines; he loves sporty and energetic animals, and for him, the dogs are the epitome of this description. Like Deuce, he doesn’t know why he should feel jealous over a dog, being the only one among this group that can interact adequately with the canine. He taught him some cool tricks, and that actually sparked your curiosity due to his natural training skills, cooing at the adorable scene. He immediately backed up, cheeks burning while saying that he was just trying to control his energy, continuing to caress the little being.

The atmosphere in Savanaclaw was heavy; partially because of the two beastmen that were fuming over you paying more attention to a dog than them, and the remaining one being pretty excited about this.

Thank you Jack for being the only one with common sense over there.

You decided to stay for a bit, mostly because you and Jack were trying to train him, oblivious to the ominous stare that both his dorm leader and unofficial vice dorm leader were sending to you.

For their like, the dog ran away, probably because the heat. And for their dislike, you had to chase after him.

Quickly excusing yourself, you followed his trace, having to run and soothe Grim because he was starting to wake up, lulling him to sleep once again.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: OCTAVINELLE

“How can he have so much energy…?” You said out loud, tired by the constant chasing.

You spotted the dog faster this time, following him to the next dorm, which was Octavinelle.

Though the difference was that you actually caught it before he could start wandering around the dorm, lifting it up to check on him.

“Really, you have to stop doing this, I don’t think I can endure it any longer," you lightly scolded, sighing softly when the little creature tilted his head, not understanding anything you just said. “I think it would be easier if we return to, AH—"

You couldn’t help the yelp that you let out, recognising the person who would always lift you up upon seeing you.

“Shrimpy~! I didn’t expect to see you here today!” Exclaimed Floyd, hugging you, and by consequence, Grim, who woke up exalted because of this.

“Nyah?!” He jumped off straight to the floor, thankfully falling on his feet. “What are we doing here?!”

“You forgot? I came here for him," you signalled the puppy, but Floyd didn’t take notice of this, thinking that you were in his dorm to see him specifically.

He didn’t put you down, rather choosing to bring you to the Lounge as he carried you like a cat, leaving a puzzled and annoyed Grim behind.

Less to say that you couldn’t make it through the mirror.

Azul was confused. He was trying to finish some paperwork on his office, when Jade said that he should come out to check on something. He was prepared for anything but this. He gets why Floyd brought you, and he also understands why he is holding you like a cat, but what he doesn’t get is why you’re cradling a puppy. Even if there aren’t puppies in the sea, he knows about them, but isn’t very versed when it comes to interacting with them. He’s jealous, yet he doesn’t demonstrate this, the only person knowing about this being Jade who would totally use this as blackmail, sorry Azul. His mind has two sides; jealousy and using this as promotion because: Prefect plus a cute puppy equals earnings.

Jade is taken aback. You always manage to surprise him, don’t you? He will gratefully take every interesting action (or any action in general, as long as it involves you), and this one was a pleasant one for sure. He was cleaning some tables when Floyd appeared, about to ask what made him took so long when he spotted you, holding a puppy. He couldn’t even ask as Floyd was saying that he was the reason you came to visit, making him raise a brow in amusement, deciding that it was worth telling Azul to come and see. He isn’t jealous, since it’s just a puppy, and although it’s cute, it isn’t anything he should be worried about.

Floyd totally didn’t saw the puppy at first. One of his talents is recognising you after a few seconds of seeing you, and that’s all it takes for him to focus on you and forget about everything else. He was so happy when he thought you said that you were there for him, only for it to be crushed after you explained the whole story. He’s mad at the puppy; how does he dare to steal his Shrimpy’s attention? He should be the one getting compliments about being cute and receiving kisses! In fact, he doesn’t hold back, and demands the same thing he thinks he’s been deprived off, so all I got to say is… Good luck partner.

That puppy should be grateful you’re the one holding him, because you’re the only one that can protect him from Floyd’s grasp.

When he finally let you down, you understood that you weren’t going anywhere, sitting on one of the tables as Jade brought you your favourite drink.

It’s not like you didn’t appreciate it, you did, but it you wished it would have been under another context because having three boys intently staring at you and your puppy companion wasn’t the best scenario.

Azul and Jade sensed your discomfort, and in an effort to ease the mood started to ask some light questions regarding the situation.

You responded them, being able to multitask as you kept the puppy secured in one arm while one of your hands caressed Floyd’s hair.

When Grim entered the Lounge, it was the moment that said creature decided to leave, wiggling out of your grasp as he sprinted outside the dorm.

You stood up abruptly, sighing once again at the inconvenience, lifting Grim and running as fast as you could to catch him and also to escape Floyd.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: SCARABIA

You were grateful about Vargas classes now, since you were able to outrun the enthusiastic eel.

It seemed like the puppy wanted to go to Scarabia next, because as soon as he jumped out of the Sea Witch dorm he hoped into the land of the Sorcerer of the Sands.

“Hey! I demand you put down right now!” Yelled Grim, making you realise you were still holding him.

“Oh, sorry," you did what he told, putting him softly on the floor. “I can’t believe he ran away again…"

“He was probably scared of all those shady mermen," commented the cat, who was scratching his back to get rid of the sand. “I was having a good dream too…”

You felt bad, coming up with a new suggestion. “We can still have that nap after all of this is over, if you want."

He sighed, looking like he was about to reject the offer when in reality he did want to spend some time with you. “Fine… I can’t believe we still have to find that nuisance—"

A yell coming from inside the dorm was heard, enough to interrupt Grim in the middle of his complain.

“Jamil! I found a puppy!”

“I don’t think we have to search anymore”

Kalim is the one paying more attention to the puppy. He’s immune to jealousy when it comes to something so adorable like a pup, and he’s a huge animal lover, so combining that with one of his favourite persons in the world is a huge yes for him! It’s literally the human version of a puppy interacting with a real one; it was so adorable that you actually had to record it, saving it on your gallery as one of your favourites, smiling at the wholesome scene. He plays with him a few more minutes until he realises something: he can spoil this dog, and you can be sure that if Kalim was the one owning the dog it would be living his best life.

Jamil was alarmed. Since the yell was so loud that you and Grim heard it, he checked on Kalim at the speed of light. He sighed in relief because he found that he was okay, but in annoyance too because he didn’t need to be so loud. You had to explain to him what a dog was doing in the school, and most importantly, what was he doing in his dorm. He understood the explanation; it’s a universal fact that Crowley dumps his responsibilities onto you, yet he still feels a bit uneasy about leaving such creature that came out of nowhere in his dorm, even under your charge. He doesn’t feel jealous, but he is indeed wondering how is it that a dog gets better treatment than him.

Scarabia was by far the chilliest dorm to stay. No discussions, no exaggerated reactions (maybe Kalim at first, but you can’t blame him for screaming after seeing something that cute), just you five enjoying life.

Grim fell asleep again, resting on your lap as he snored quietly, making you chuckle, caressing his fur.

The puppy also was asleep, far away in his dreamland where he was, for once in the whole day, completely calm.

It was a strange feeling, but it wasn’t an unwelcomed one as you all took a collective breath of fresh air, only for the moment to be interrupted by said puppy, who seemed like he still had energy left, standing up abruptly to run away, again.

Your hopes were crushed as well, also standing up, accommodating Grim so he was in a more comfortable position, walking towards the dorm you guessed he will be off next.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: POMEFIORE

“I hope my instinct is right…” You muttered, passing through the mirror to see a trail of paw marks leading to the Fairest Queen dorm.

You followed the trail, now much faster because he was leaving paw marks in the beauty dorm, and you could only imagine the wrath of Vil if he found out that such a disarranged dog was causing a mess.

You were rounding a corner when you found that someone caught him first, that someone being a familiar hunter that was inspecting the creature, fawning over his cuteness.

You couldn’t even say hi because he was greeting you with his usual smile, asking what brings you here, completely ignoring the fact that he was holding your dog like a cat.

“Ah, actually, I came here because of him," you pointed at the dog, careful to not drop Grim in the process. “I’m sorry about the mess, it’s really hard to keep track of him when he keeps escaping."

You retrieved the dog from his grasp, making an apologetic bow for the disaster to which he responded that it wasn’t a problem.

You were about to leave, stopping when Rook invited you to stay, and you would have said no if Vil and Epel didn’t appear.

At least he is getting a free spa treatment.

Vil is displeased at the sight. How can you hold something that it’s so… Messy? He doesn’t get how you don’t worry about your clothes or your skin making contact with such a dishevelled animal, and it’s not like he dislikes dogs, it’s just that he prefers them to be clean and polished. He understands that you like him the dog, everyone does; after all, dogs keep being the trend in Magicam because of their adorableness, but do you really have to cuddle him like it’s your baby? He would let you cuddle him if you asked! Not even caring if his makeup is ruined because of it, that is if you asked…

Rook finds this situation so beautiful. He loves dogs and finding one happily wandering through the halls was a great surprise, lifting him up to inspect him; oh! So this adorable creature is yours? How splendid! His charming chère and one of his favourite animals? Such an exquisite combination of both beauty and cuteness! He can’t feel jealous over this, how can he? As long as you’re happy there’s nothing he should be intimidated of, instead choosing to bask in your comforting and warm presence.

Epel feels jealous, but this is a special ocassion because he is jealous of the dog and you. The dog because even if he doesn’t want you to think he’s adorable, he still wants those compliments because they come from you, but at the same time he is jealous of you because he is a huge dog lover, and he wishes to cradle that little puppy like you are doing now. Just pass him the dog and everyone will be happy... For a few moments because there is no way Vil’s letting Epel mess up his perfectly clean uniform with dog fur, much to his annoyance.

Your stay in Pomefiore was prolonged because Vil refused to let your companion go looking like that (also including Grim), so he brought you three to the spa.

He had some pet shampoo, mainly because he wanted to use it on Grim as a method to prevent you catching something, since he’s always with you, so all that was left was apply it.

He took care of the puppy while you took care of Grim, who was putting up a fight after feeling the first drop of water.

Rook had to help you while Epel was passing things for both you and Vil.

The scene felt very domestic, and all of you were enjoying the process. Well, Grim being the obvious exception.

After drying and grooming your pet and talking cat, you thanked them for their help, starting to walk back to Ramshackle, thinking that this was finally over.

Oh MC, cute and naïve MC, how bold of you to think that.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: IGNIHYDE

“You had me running the whole day, what do you have to say about it?” You asked the puppy, who only barked in response. “Apology accepted."

“What about me?!” Grim yelled, impatiently tapping his manicured foot on the ground.

“Yeah, I accept your apology too," you scoffed, still caressing the now shiny fur of the dog.

“How dare you bath me without my consent?! That’s illegal!” He proclaimed.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but you were starting to smell just a little bit. So it’s a good thing Vil decided to give you a bath," he gasped, offended at the accusation, staying silent and pouting as a way to ignore you.

“Don’t be mad, we can still continue to watch movies on that old TV I foun- WAH!—” You had to pause, trying to register the pain on your shoulder after the puppy jumped off of it, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Again?!” Grim whined, paws covering his face in frustration.

“No time to complain Grim, we better chase after him."

You both crossed the mirror leading to the dorm of the Lord of the Underworld, spotting the pup in seconds, bee-lining towards its dorm leader, who had decided to pay you a visit after Ortho finally convinced him to go to your dorm.

“Idia! Catch him!” You screamed, and although the pup wasn’t very big, he had strength, making Idia fall back due to the impact and the surprise.

Idia was scared. He was on his phone, using it as a method to distract himself from the fact that he was indeed going to visit you, when he heard a yell. Feeling something colliding against his chest, he fell on the floor out of shock and bad reflexes. You had to quickly lift the dog, who was searching something on the bag that he was holding, realising later that it was because of the beef jerky he previously bought. He likes dogs, but this was certainly a point for him to like cats a bit more; he can’t stand dog people, but he guesses you can be the exception you're totally the exception.

You immediately lifted the puppy up, apologising to Idia for the troubles, helping him stand while you still held the animal.

Idia rebooted for a few seconds before noting that you were holding his hand, hair combusting into pink flames at the action, unconsciously pulling it back.

You bowed at him, saying that you were very sorry that this happened while Grim was cackling in the background, making the boy even more flustered.

He wondered if you would think of him as weak since he couldn’t even catch a dog, barely talking in order to not embarrass himself further.

You reassured him, explaining that this dog was very energetic, trying to make him feel better about himself.

It worked a bit, after he let out a frustrated sight, saying he was going back to his room, awkwardly waving you goodbye, wishing to scream onto a pillow out of frustation.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: DIASOMNIA

“Did you see how he fell? I can’t believe he couldn’t catch a dog!” Grim was still cackling, making you huff in anger as you stared at him.

“I don’t find this funny, Grim," your cold tone made him have shivers down his spine, and he knew it was better to avoid your ire than fuelling it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, can we finally go back to sleep now?” He asked, and you nodded, opening the door to get out of the Mirror Chamber.

You should have guessed it by now, but it seemed that the dog wanted to explore the last dorm, managing to wiggle out of your secure grasp to hop onto the Thorn Witch realm.

“Are you kidding me?” You stated, whining in exasperation as you started to walk towards the Diasomnia portal.

“Good luck on your own," said Grim, leaving the room, deciding that it was too much effort for zero results, leading you to chase after the puppy alone.

And now you’re starting to realise that that dog may be fearless because he wasn’t scared in the slightest of Diasomnia’s gloomy and dark ambience, making your work more difficult.

Though the one that made it easier was none other than the King of the Valley of Thorns himself, picking it up in curiosity as the people behind him were shocked by this.

Malleus was amused, and then enraged. He has seen plenty of dogs in his life but has never interacted with them; they were intimidated by his mysterious aura, running away in seconds, yet this one stayed, which made him more curious about it. He comes to know why is that when you come to pick him up, explaining that you were in charge of him for the day, or maybe for the rest of your life. Light thunders started to form, the reason behind being his jealousy. Why won’t you compliment him and caress him like that? Is it because he’s not a dog? He could turn himself into one if that meant having your love and affection, and no, he’s not joking.

Lilia is delighted by this! Who would have said that such an adorable dog would find his way into a villain’s school? He literally snatched it from your arms, intentionally ceasing the thunders since Malleus calmed down after this. He treats him like a baby, and he can’t help it, it’s just so cute! He wouldn’t even get the opportunity to be jealous, it’s more like he’s jealous he can’t have a pet. Don’t let Lilia even think about getting him a homemade snack, because he will be more than willing to give it to him, so make sure to grab him before he teleports to the kitchen.

Silver is happy about this. He can’t feel jealousy when the dog is the one reaching up to him; he’s an animal attractor, and the puppy wasn’t an exception, so you let him be when you noticed he wanted to be with the knight, cheerfully barking at him as a sign of appreciation. If Crowley lets you keep it (which he probably would since the probabilities of him taking care of him are low), you are sure you’re going to visit Diasomnia with him, that way you will have him and Malleus under control.

Sebek is jealous of the dog because it takes your and his lord Malleus attention, period. He doesn’t think this animal is worth of you nor Malleus, though he only interacted with him once and then moved onto Silver so he just looks at him in discontent until you let the dog be with the second year student, which he also doesn’t appreciate much but it’s better than having you fawn over such a weak creature, it’s definitely not because he wants your compliments, definitely not- In fact, how dare you even think something like that human? Don’t you know that-

You sighed when Malleus took hold of the little being, amazed and relieved it wasn’t scared of him, sharing a mutual curiosity.

The puppy went from Tsunotarou’s hands, to yours, Lilia’s and then finally setting on Silver’s, happily licking his face as an affective gesture.

You sighed, feet hurting because of all the exercise you did today, an idea forming in your exhausted mind.

“Tsunotarou, can I ask you a favour?”

MC, he would cover up a murder for you and then blame it on himself if you asked, so of course he can do you a favour.

LASTLY, EXHIBITING IN: RAMSHACKLE

“Thank you, Tsunotarou," you said, breaking the hand holding, thankful for the teleport ride. “I would invite you for tea or something, but I’m kind of tired and I still have to watch over him."

Some grey clouds were starting to form, stopping abruptly at your next sentence.

“But you can come tomorrow, Riddle gave me a tea set and I’ve been meaning to use it."

His eyes widened at the invitation, lips forming a gentle smile. “I will be pleased to assist your tea party, Child of Man."

“Great!” You exclaimed, hearing a little yawn, coming from the tired puppy in your arms. “It seems like you've finally burnt out," you chuckled, waving your hand at the tall dragon fae as you closed the door. “Thanks again, please take care."

And with that, you finally closed it, making you sigh in relief at the end of the adventure, sitting on the sofa next to a sleeping Grim, silently laughing at the cute sight.

“Now that I think about it…” You looked at the puppy, who also looked at you, tilting his head. “You don’t have a name, do you?”

The only response you got was a little whimper.

“What do you think about ‘Goofy’? After all, you’re pretty goofy yourself, aren’t you?” You tickled his belly, and he let out a cute yawn, nuzzling into your lap. “Goofy it is."

Your eyes started to drop, also falling asleep with your cat companion and apparently new pet.

THE END~

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Find my way back to you pt 3

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Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!OC

Summary: Sam comes back after five years.

Warnings: none.

notes: are you guys enjoying this series? should i keep writing?

the beeping sound of Tara’s heart monitor could be heard throughout the room. it had been a day since the incident and Tara was out of surgery. she had already made her statement an hour ago and ended up falling asleep again with all the drugs they were pumping her with. Estelle hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to her, she had been making her own statement and Judy had forced her to go home so she could take a shower and take off her uniform seeing as she hadn’t left the hospital since Tara was admitted.

honestly, Estelle didn’t have the energy to go home and do quite literally anything but Judy left her with no choice.

she didn’t take long, just took a quick shower and took an hour nap. it’s not like she could sleep, every time she closed her eyes she could only see that stupid mask.

Estelle had a redbull in hand as she walked into the room. she had her hair down, slight waves tumbling down her shoulders. she was out of uniform for the first time in hours, wearing a simple black shirt that was tucked into her blue jeans and a black bomber jacket on top. funny how Estelle would never wear such a thing in her teen years and yet now it’s most of what her wardrobe consisted of. it’s not like she had much time to have a life outside of work, not because she was forced to work extreme hours but because she had no idea how to live anymore.

pathetic how one single person can change an entire persons whole universe. even more pathetic considering they were only high school loves, the ones people always say don’t last. they were right.

at the sound of the door opening Tara looked toward it. her eyes landed on Estelle who had her drink in one hand and a bag of chips in another, a slight almost sad smile on her lips.

“i got your favorite” Estelle said as she held up the bag of sour cream and onion chips. Tara smiles softly in appreciation.

“thanks” she said lowly. Estelle approached her and handed her the chips which the teen girl gladly accepted.

there’s a beat of silence as Estelle takes a seat on the empty chair beside Tara’s bed. the younger girl placed the bag of chips on the table beside her whilst Estelle watched her intently. that night she hadnt realized all the injuries the girl was left with. she only remembers having seen the gash on her stomach and her leg being broken. now she knew about the hand and the many stabs that were spread around her body.

the idea alone made Estelle’s mouth run dry and tears begin to prick at her eyes but she quickly blinked them away.

“how’re you feeling? like, physically?” Estelle asked already knowing how the girl must be feeling emotionally, asking would be a waste of words.

Tara shrugged with a ghost of a smile on her lips, “i’m on all kind of drugs so i can’t really feel anything” she said honestly making Estelle chuckle.

“figures” she mutters as Tara breathes out a laugh. they fall silent once more as Estelle looks down at her fidgeting hands.

“i-..” she clears her throat softly, “i’m so sorry Tara” she said lowly her eyes not leaving her hands as tears burn in her eyes. she didn’t want to be the one crying, she had no right to, not after what Tara went through and yet here she was, not able to contain the burning tears beginning to fall.

Tara’s own eyes began to shine as she shook her head, “no” she whispered, “it’s not your fault”

“i should’ve been there sooner” Estelle said finally meeting her eyes, “i should’ve been closer. i should’ve installed a better security system. fuck, i should’ve shot them right through their fucking head” she shook her head and sniffled softly.

Tara held her healthy hand out making Estelle look at it, it took her a second before she placed her left hand on top of it. “it’s not your fault” Tara said firmly even with the tears in her eyes, “you never could’ve known this was going to happen. you did everything you could and i’m so thankful you were there” the young girl cried.

Estelle stood up from the chair and sat on the bed, wrapping her arms around Tara carefully so she wouldn’t accidentally hurt her.

Sam left five years ago, taking Estelle’s heart in the process but she left behind the girl who needed her most. the girl who had to learn how to make her own food, to get over her fear of the dark and learn how to make it seem like she wasn’t home alone practically everyday.

Estelle vowed to protect Tara like she wasn’t able to protect Elias.

Estelle had texted Amber per Tara’s requests to let her and the rest of her friends know that she was awake. Amber was the first to arrive followed by Wes then the twins. they all began to rant about how they couldn’t believe it was really happening and how glad they were Tara was okay as soon as they stepped into the room which cause Estelle to look at them in slight amusement.

she never really understood how they were all friends, they were all extremely different. she knew Amber and Tara were practically best friends - although Estelle always had her suspicions when it came to the two. Amber was always very possessive toward Tara and Tara never really seemed to mind that. but when it came to Wes and the twins, she didn’t really understand that part. she liked them all, maybe Wes a little less because he was just.. weird.

an hour later, after the group of friends got comfortable in their seats and did their best in trying to reassure the tara she was going to be fine, the door to their room opened, and Tara's sister appeared on the other side.

Estelles eyes snapped toward her as she leaned against the wall. her posture stiffened immediately and she pushed herself off of it slowly, her smile leaving her lips in a millisecond and instead is morphed into an emotionless expression.

her heart skipped, stopped and almost as if she had been revived it started hammering in her chest rapidly. she could feel her ears pulse and her hands begin to sweat as an extreme heat overtook her body. she could feel eyes on her but she didn’t look at anyone except the girl that just walked in.

she was hesitant to come in, only taking small steps as she looked around at the teens she used to take care of. her eyes stopped on Estelle longer than they had the rest but she tried to cover it up as her eyes locked with her sisters, the shyness went away and she crouched down beside her, softly setting her hand on Tara's shoulder and asking, "how are you feeling?"

if the sight of her pale sister who looked like she was in a state between life and death didn't hurt her enough, the words she threw at her were heart wrenching because of the doubtfulness in her voice, "you came."

Sam's escape from Woodsboro had lasted so long that it left her sister doubting she would even show up after she had been hurt, and the realization of that hurt Sam a lot because she never meant for the strand between her sister and herself to get to a point of no return.

"of course I came." Sam spoke softly, trying to lessen any doubts Tara might be feeling of how much she loved her. "this is my boyfriend, Richie." she said and as she turned to face her boyfriend her eyes met Estelle’s no longer than a second before she faced her boyfriend and stood up.

the man wasted no second in jumping into the conversation, “It's so nice to meet you. I'm so sorry if I'm intruding."

Tara too looked at Estelle before she ran her eyes across the man she had no intention of ever meeting, but knowing he was supposedly Sam's boyfriend, she decided to give him a polite smile and said, "nice to meet you, too."

everyone else in the room was looking between the exes and the tension was beginning to suffocate Estelle. every single muscle in her body felt like a rock and there was a huge knot in her throat that made it hard to swallow and the weight on her chest wasn’t helping her breathing either.

she wouldn’t left already if she knew it wouldn’t get everyone’s attention but she knew it would and Sam was near the door.

for the first time since the two had met, Estelle felt like an outsider in Sams life. hell, she felt like an outside in the room. she knew she didn’t belong and yet there she was.

Sam looked different, her hair had blonde highlights and she looked more mature. her face had defined itself and her body looked more mature now.

this wasn’t Sam Carpenter, the girl Estelle fell in love with. this was someone else and it felt like a fucking bullet to Estelle’s heart.

Sam had met every single one of the teens in the room a long time ago when she needed a few extra bucks and decided to babysit a few of them, so she went around the room and gave them a hug as she greeted them. she stayed near Wes longer than the others, softly thanking him for calling her and telling her about Tara's condition.

it was funny how Sam was trying her damn hardest to not meet Estelle’s eye or to not let her eyes even glance in her direction.

Estelle almost scoffed but keep it in, for Tara. she didn’t deserve her making a scene. neither did Sam. both for different reasons completely.

she moved back to where her boyfriend was standing and introduced them to him, "these are Chad and Mindy, the twins, and Wes. I used to babysit them all."

Wes was slightly embarrassed at that comment, or more so confused as to why she needed to add that last sentence in. "which is always how I like to be introduced." Wes pitched in sarcastically.

Amber chuckled which got Sam’s attention. she turned toward her, finally noticing her for the rust time and an uncomfortable smile formed on her lips. “and Amber, hey”

Amber nodded toward her, a matching smile on her lips “hi, nice to see you."

Richie turned to Amber and introduced himself,

"hi, I'm Richie."

"hi."

Estelle coughed awkwardly leaving Sam no choice but to meet her eye. Estelle felt her breathing labor as their eyes met. she expected to see a reflection of who Sam was once but she didn’t that, she couldn’t see the adoration, the love, the affection. it was as if Sam was looking at a stranger, a wannabe that had nothing to do in her life.

“Estelle. hey” she said making Richies head turn in her direction so fast it was as if he had been pinched.

“Sam” Estelle said simply. “well, i have to go. ill be outside Tara” the girl said looking at her. Tara sent her a smile along with a nod.

without another word toward either of the sisters Estelle began to walk toward the door where she looked at him with a slight scowl.

he didn’t say anything but Estelle didn’t need him to, she already knew what he was thinking. she laughed quietly with a shake of her head as she walked out of the room.

fuck them both.

there was an awkward beat of silence once Estelle left and the heavy weigh of her absence was lingering amongst them which Sam feel uncomfortable as she began to speak quickly hoping she’d fill the silence, "where's mom?

"she's stuck at a conference in London. she called me earlier." Tara filled her sister in, and it just seemed like she was trying to justify her mother for not being there.

"yeah, for all of ten minutes" Amber mumbled dryly but they all heard.

Tara's mother wasn't always occupied with her work, but after her divorce, she latched onto her job as a sense of security. at first it was minor, sometimes just a weekend or a couple of days but then it had gotten to the point where she left Tara home alone every few days for a long duration.

Tara didnt say anything and she looked sorrowful and Amber quickly said, "look, guys, Tara's really tired. maybe we should just give her some space."

it only took one glance at Tara for them to agree with Amber's statement. they each said their goodbye's and exited the room silently. Sam trailed behind them, thinking her sister might want the room to herself while she sleeps, but it turns out she was wrong.

"not you, Sam." Tara called after her. "I want you to stay."

a smile made its way on Sam's lips, and she nodded as she walked back towards her sister.

"if it's okay with you, I could sleep here tonight."

Tara didn't have to think at all about the request, "I'd really like that."

"Okay."

Amber reached down to touch Tara’s arm “do you have your extra inhaler?”

“yeah i’ll be fine”

“okay.” Amber nodded and grabbed her things before leaving the room.

Richie took that as his time to leave, and he gave Sam a look to let her know he'd be outside.

once they were alone Tara began to break down, finally being alone with the person she loved most, her walls crumbled completely.

Sam hugged her sister tightly until her tears died down and the only thing that could be heard was the chatter outside of the room.

“why was Estelle here?” Sam spoke for the first time in almost an hour. she knew how close Tara and Estelle were before she left, Estelle was practically at their house everyday when they were together and she figured they would maybe keep in touch, it was a small town after all but she didn’t not expect her to be in her sisters hospital room when she walked in.

“she’s my friend?” Tara said although it sounded more like a question than it did a statement.

“oh.”

“yeah” Tara shrugged. “plus she was the one who got there when..” she trailed off not able to finish her sentence but Sam quickly shook her head.

“i get it” she assured her quickly, not wanting her sister to finish her sentence.

eight years ago..

the parking lot was filled with students that friday afternoon, some of them were killing time before practice whilst others were trying to figure out who would be throwing the best party that night.

Estelle leaned against the hood of her brothers car with his friends. thankfully their girlfriends had already left to get ready for whatever party they would be going to. Estelle didn’t think she could deal with them and their stupid comments.

she was included in some of the conversation as Elias and the two guys talked about the newest rumor being spread around school. she wasn’t that interested though, she had gotten a ride from her girlfriend earlier but they got into an argument meaning she had to catch a ride back home with her brother.

she sighed in boredom as she scrolled through her phone carelessly. until footsteps getting near her made the dark haired girl look up from the small screen.

she squinted, the sun bright on that particular October afternoon. as soon as her eyes adjusted she was met with Sam Carpenter who sported a shy smile.

“hey” she said first making the conversation between the boys die down completely and turn to look at her.

“hey” Estelle responded.

Sam glanced at the guys for a quick second, “i just wanted to thank you for taking me home the other day. i was really fucked up” she admitted a bit sheepishly.

Estelle chuckled, “you were extremely fucked up but it’s all good. you’d do the same for me” she shrugged.

Sam nodded. there was a split second in which her eyes glanced down at Estelle’s slightly exposed chest, her shirt not covering as much as it should.

Estelle bit back a smile at the action and as soon as Sams eyes met her own, the taller girl had a matching expression. Sams checks turned a bit rosy as she realized she had been caught.

she cleared her throat, “i’ll see you around”

Estelle nodded, “yeah”

without another word Sam turned and began to take her leave when Estelle’s voice stopped her. “just make sure to stick with weed this time” she called out. Sam didn’t respond verbally but Estelle still heard the laugh escape the tall girls lips.

Estelle watched the girl walk away, in awe at how her hips moved with every step that she took. she never really noticed other people, the only attractive person in the whole school was the girl Estelle was already dating but now seeing Sam up close, god she was so wrong.

“the fuck was that” Elias laughed snapping Estelle’s eyes away from Sams body quickly and turn to look at him.

the boy had an amused yet questioning look in his eye, “nothing” she quickly responded. “she just got high off her ass with the pills you sold to her and i had to take her home” she shrugged.

she didn’t get a response causing her to meet his eye once more. Elias only chuckled with a slight shake of his head.

“uh huh”

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #scream #scream series #scream x reader #tara carpenter #amber freeman #wes hicks #chad meeks martin #mindi meeks martin #gxg #lesbian

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agaypanic · 9 months

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Reader with a shit ton of piercings dating Benny and he thinks they’re the coolest things ever!! he gets her straws after getting her lip pierced, playing with her belly button piercing and will randomly say “did ya know my girlfriend has her nose pierced” or wtv ect,,, hes just obsessed with reader and her piercings🤭

Benny Weir With an Girlfriend With Piercings

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BRO IS SO OBSESSED WITH YOU

The minute he sees you, shiny with metal, he’s a goner

Benny always asks which ones hurt the most/least, how long you’ve had them, etc

The septum piercing is probably one of his favorites

After school, you and Benny had a bit of a routine. You’d walk to his house, either picking some food up on the way or making something, and then go to his room to unwind. This usually meant watching TV, playing video games, or napping.

Today, Benny chose to play some games while you wanted to nap. Not wanting to be too far from you, Benny dragged you into his lap while booting up his computer. You molded yourself against him, almost immediately dozing off.

You woke up an hour later, and Benny was still playing his game. You watched with tired eyes, occasionally moving your septum piercing around with your lips out of boredom. He paused the game, and when you looked up to ask him why, he was already looking at you.

“What? Want a kiss?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Huh?”

“You keep making kissy faces at me.” He laughed like you were playing a game with him.

“No, I’m not!” It was your turn to laugh, first out of confusion and then in realization. “I was just moving my piercing around.” You puckered your lips slightly to move the jewelry back and forth to show Benny. He rolled his eyes.

“Those are kissy faces, Y/n.”

“Well, I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression.” You giggled, and Benny shook his head, adjusting you in his hold before going back to his game. You didn’t miss the slight pout on his lips. Grinning, you took Benny’s face in your hands, and he paused the game again.

“Do you want a kiss, Benny Baby?” You asked, enjoying the way his eyes lit up at the nickname. Instead of saying yes, he puckered his lips. You let out a small chuckle before kissing him.

Benny always tries to be helpful when it comes to your piercings, especially new ones

keeps supplies at his house for you to clean your piercings

accompanies you when you get new ones, always holding your hand and fighting you about who’s paying for it

“Okay, breathe in.” Your piercer instructed. You did as you were told, closing your eyes and squeezing Benny’s hand. As you breathed out, the needle went through. “Good job.” They cleaned everything up and let you see your new snake bites in the mirror.

“You took that like a champ, babe.” Benny praised you, kissing your cheek. You smiled softly at him through the mirror; anything bigger would make your mouth sore.

Your piercer took you to the front counter to pay. While you were grabbing your wallet, Benny gave them the money.

“Benny, I can pay for my own piercing.” You lightly scolded, but he didn’t take it to heart.

“You can take care of the tip.” He suggested it as a compromise, but this was routine. Every time you went out, he was quick enough to pay the bill before you, so you would give the tip. So because it was routine, you did it, and soon, the two of you were walking out of the shop.

“I can pay for my own things, you know.” You said again. Benny swung an arm over your shoulder, shrugging.

“Yeah, but look at it this way. You get the piercing you want, and I get to admire you even more than I thought I possibly could.”

“You’re such a dork.”

Sometimes he plays with your piercings

When they’re fully healed, of course

Half the time, Benny’s doing it absentmindedly, and the other half, he’s doing it for some kind of stimulation

Whenever he was exhausted, Benny, more often than not, would be using you as a pillow while you did something. Hands always found their way up your shirt while he rested on you. Luckily, he was always warm.

Occasionally, you’d feel a light tug on your belly button. Not enough to hurt, but enough to notice. And if you listened closely, there would be a tiny rattle of metal against metal.

Looking down at your stomach, you watched Benny play with your belly button piercing. He’d go from lightly flicking the jewelry to tapping, to twisting, and then back to flicking. He wasn’t even paying attention to his actions, eyes glued to the TV screen.

You smiled down at him, taking a hand to drag through his hair. He relaxed even more against you, sighing in relief. Benny kept playing with the jewelry, but more softly as your actions pulled him to sleep.

Whenever he sees a piece of jewelry that he thinks you’ll like, he gets it for you

Because of him, you have a big ass collection

Don’t even get me started on nipple piercings bro

#benny weir x reader #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #my babysitter's a vampire x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #agaypanic

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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Shouldn’t you Sleep?

Shinso x GN!Reader

OverView: Shinso starts feeling guilty at how much you stay up with him.

Back again! This was a request and I hope you enjoy it! I did go a bit off script but I hope that’s all good! I haven’t done a actual story in awhile- so it’s a bit rough but also works as head cannons. 🤍

How long can a person stare at the ceiling before their eyes shift the colors and shadows? Till they form shapes? ‘Maybe it's my quirk’ a younger you once thought. Oh how naive you where. But now, staring at your ceiling still, you kinda wish it where true. At least the ceiling would be slightly more entertaining. But instead, you sort through memories at 2am. Recalling a time in middle school where you turned to your stuffed animals, asking why you could never sleep.

Oddly, maybe due to your actual quirk, your dark circles never really showed. Sure they were there but you looked like every other teenager; dark circles from lack of sleep or bad allergies. Which maybe is a good things, you’re pretty sure people would start thinking your Azawias kid if they really showed.

Your work/patrol schedule didn’t help, always randomly studying, and taking any opportunity to work with your mentor- who only worked at night or early morning. You were all fucked up. Sometimes powering through days with energy drinks and random naps when Azawia would let you - somehow he knew. Maybe he could just sense insomnia in people…. Speaking of which

Denki was the one who introduced you to Shinso, a flirty introduction but also mentioning how the two of you always seemed to yawn at the same time….. and you hit it off. At some point, Shinso mentioned his trouble sleeping and you offered the option of talking whenever he couldn't sleep. And he took you up on the offer unintentionally.

Shinso called you, confused about something evolving he recent English homework, but it ended up with a long conversation. And then suddenly, it just stopped. Just froze. And when Shinso looked back down at his phone, he realized it was 11 pm. You school tomorrow morning and then patrol tomorrow night till early morning- you probably fell asleep on the phone or ended the call.

But then there was a knock at his door- which He didn’t respond to the first time , or the second, but pulled himself up on the third. His feet dragged on the carpet as he answered it. Peering down at you, his mouth opened slightly at your appearance. You were in Pajamas, a large shirt with Pink Floyd on it(some American band he's heard you listen to), and black checkered sleep pants. Around your shoulders rested a fluffy gray blanket and a dead phone rested in your palms.

“Sorry about that.” You had sheepishly said.

It started with you at his desk chair. Swiveling around as he leaned against his headboard. Both of you talking mindlessly. An occasional yawn slips past either of your lips. Around 3 am is when you fall asleep, passed out on his chair in the most uncomfortable position possible. How you managed to even stay asleep was a mystery.

This continued for a while till Shinso’s own guilt started to creep into his mind. You stood up one night, stretched, and wished him well. You had a patrol with your mentor in one hour and needed to get ready. You were gone for 6 hours… Then you came back that night to talk to him.

It didn’t help when he found you passed out in the common room or slouched against your desk asleep. Was he being selfish keeping you up to talk to him?

You were on Shinso’s bed, laying down as the both of you talked. Your hands were up in the air as you examined the nail polish Shinso used for you. A nice navy blue color, he muttered that it matched your hero costume kinda well. Shinso sat on the ground near the bed, picking at the dark purple polish painted on his fingers. His guilt picking away at him as you audibly yawned again.

“Y/N”

“Yeah.”

“You know you don’t have to stay up with me, right?”

“Hm?” You russel around, turning on your side to look at the tall purpled hair man.

“I mean you don’t need to have to stay up. You have patrol in the nights to early mornings, and I’ve seen you chugging those drinks( referencing energy drinks) too.” Shinso sighs, his head rolling back on the bed to look up at you.

“Oh… Shin, I…I got insomnia” you whisper out as if a loud voice would break the air. Shinso just stares at you, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of a joke. But nothing- absolutely nothing.

“I guess we share more in common than we thought.” Shinso sighs, a small smile tugging his lips. The weight on his shoulders seeming to evaporate at your confession.

Your hand sneaks down, combing through his purple hair before messing it up. A small laugh escaping your lips at the odd angle the hair sticks out at the end of it.

“I guess so”

@afterhourswjay

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Fluff. The fluffiest fluff :)

Happiest of birthdays darling ♥️

Darling please | fluff

*Authors note~ this is such a cute idea and inspired by someone dear to my heart so I hope I can do it some justice and bring some comfort to them and you all my doves*

Trigger warnings~ none?

Prompt~ you're not okay! Some comforting fluff where R is on their period and suffering but trying to hide that from her girlfriend written for Abi1468 wattpad

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Being a women sucks. That was the only conclusion you could draw from your situation. Of course it is something that is very natural but did that make it easier to deal with no? No. This months Mother Nature visit is brutal. Not only did it arrive earlier than you had planned but it also brought the most horrendous cramps. The kind that leave you paralysed, keep you up all night withering around in pain and nothing would ease them. You'd tried everything of course but nothing worked. You'd been up all night now and absolutely exhausted yet you had classes to go to. No amount of herbal teas, heat pads or painkillers were getting rid of these cramps. Completely souring your mood and making small tasks almost impossible to complete. Honestly you couldn't even sit up without being in agony, yet you still forced yourself to function through the pain.

It had taken 30 extra minutes to get yourself ready for the day, having to stop and curl into yourself every few minutes was most definitely responsible for that. Now you only had to survive the school day then you could come back and die quietly. Didn't seem to be any reason why you should allow yourself to take a day off for something as silly as this. After all what would you say? Sorry principle weems I need a sub because i started my period? What were you 13? No you would stick this out. And absolutely under no circumstances would you slack off.

You tried to teach your first hour stood up, quickly learning that would be a disaster you switched to sitting as your desk allowing them to work from their books. After all this was a literature class, books, reading, comprehension and writing were a massive chunk of the curriculum. The second hour seemed to worsen the pain. You opted for a silent reading lesson, sitting at your desk attempting to mark some papers, failing miserably as the words continued to swirl together. Sighing you snuck a hand into your desk and took out two shiny pearl and washed them down with your coffee. You attempted to curl up without being noticeable and you thought it was a success. At least no one had made it obvious that they had caught sight of you like this.

Lessons continued as normal and you were hardly holding on by a thread. When lunch arrived you fled back to your room rather than the food hall. You made quick work of refilling the hot water bottle and resting it on your abdomen. You settled back on your bed letting out a hiss of pain. The heat seeming to provide a small bit of relief. Just enough relief for you to curl up into the hot water bottle and to give into your exhaustion.

It was the heavy knocks to your door that woke you from your nap. Groaning, you shifted to stand up and answer the door, until you caught sight of your phone. "FUCK!" You muttered to yourself in a panic. How long had to been asleep? Quickly you made your way to the door in a panic. "I'm sorry I am a little busy can you-" you words dying in your throat when you caught sight of your girlfriend, "Rissa?"

"Darling, can I come in?" She queried looking past you she could spot the messy bed, packet of pills and around your waist you were still sporting a hot water bottle. "I uh yes?" You stuttered out unsure if this was a girlfriend visit or a principle visit. If your honest you want her company, her comfort, her help but you can't seem to justify needing it. After all you had grown up being made to feel as if these were something to be hidden, only to be discussed in private and especially away from any males. Now your girlfriend wasn't male that much was obvious and you knew she got periods too but it's a hard habit to break.

You watched as your girlfriend moved around your room taking everything in. "Darling are you okay? This isn't like you" she murmured coming closer to you hoping to gather you in her arms and care for you. You seemed to flinch away at her words before mumbling "I'm okay Rissa I have a class to get to" in which she quickly interjected that you'd slept through one class already and that would mean you are not okay. "Ive cancelled the rest of your classes today darling." She informed you watching the relief flood through your eyes even if it was just for a second.

"Darling? Are you on your period ?" Her tone was soft and gentle and it caused tears to spring into your eyes as you gave her a small nod. What you were expecting was most definitely not what you got. "Oh my love, why didn't you tell me you were in pain? I could've helped darling. Do you have everything you need?" Immediately the taller women started to real off all the comfort items you could possibly be craving or in a need of. There was no hint of upset or frustration at all. "Rissa I'm fine honestly you don't have to do this" you mumbled out embarrassed really at the care being shown your way. "Honey, I know I don't have to but I want to. Let me take care of you please? My love you shouldn't have to suffer alone." She reassured you coming to finally embrace you.

You sunk into the embrace and finally allowed yourself to cry. This was just so different and honestly you just felt so emotional you couldn't contain it. Larissa held you and swayed with you in her arms until you calmed down. Your cramps choose that exact moment to strike once more. Such a strong feeling of being stabbed caused you to double over in her arms and a whimper of pain to escape you. "Oh darling shall we get you a bath? Would that help my love? Bath some painkillers and some food?" She suggested and you couldn't help but wonder how you got so lucky. This was more than you believed deserved. True to her word Larissa drew you a bath got you some medicine and your favourite take out before snuggling with you in bed. Her hands wrapped around your lower abdomen rubbing firm slow circles into the flesh there. You couldn't help but let out a little moan at the relief it provided.

She chuckled at the reaction making sure to mentally note down you enjoyed this. "Does that feel good my darling?" You hummed in a response and lent back into her front. You were truly being spoiled with caring comforting actions and it truly made your heart fill with more love for the women. You were so lucky to have her in your life and although that meant learning new things about how you should be treated you couldn't help but be so glad you had the choice.

Word count ~ 1248

#anon answered #fanfic #larissa weems #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa x reader #weems x reader #principle weems #anon requested #happy birthday love

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rrenzwrld · 8 months

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april 22, 2022

something i made for a scraped armin ff that i never posted..

i’m sorry about the scraps BUT it’s just until i write something new bc i haven’t posted in a while

i’m sorry again yall😭but enjoy!! <3

[ Y/F/P : your favorite kind of pizza. ]

You had liked Armin Arlert since middle school. But this was before his glowup that sent quite a few girls his way. No matter how many dates he went on or how many girls he’s kissed in that time, you were always in his sights. The only thing holding him back was the courage to let you know how he felt. And because he waited so long, he had to share you with the gaze of other men. Other men who’d brag about your talents in bed or your appearance that particular day. He hated hearing them speak about you as if you were an object and he hated watching you allow that to happen.

Although your feelings for Armin were strong, you kept them to yourself. In your mind, he was far to perfect to be in a relationship with you. You fell in love with his eyes, his smile, his aura until you realized none of those things were for you. They were for the girls who you thought deserved him. The girls who were prettier, skinnier, outgoing, athletic. The girls who weren’t hidden in the shadows by people they were dating or messing with. The girls that someone would be proud of. And you thought that wasn’t you. The guys that you’ve had sexual relationships with never mentioned being in an actual relationship with you, only wanting sex and pleasure from you. But this was routine.

The small nap that you were supposed to be taking lasted longer than you expected and night had fallen before you knew it. You sat up and stretched before rubbing at your eyes and grabbing your phone off the nightstand, which was filled with missed calls and text messages from your friends. You called them all back to let them know you were alright before getting up to get yourself something to eat.

“Damn.. I need to go grocery shopping.” You cursed yourself as you rummaged through your pantry. You looked back at your phone ringing with a facetime call. You answered it and propped up the phone on the counter against a container of sugar close to the wall.

“Girl why the fuck didn’t you answer me? You supposed to be sick.” Reneé said angrily.

“I am. I just took a nap—“

“A nap that lasted 5 hours?” You hadn’t even noticed that you were sleeping for as long as 5 hours, but you felt a bit rejuvenated and better than earlier.

“Yeah.. but I’m fine now. Not dead.” You said as you went through your fridge.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m hungry and I’m just now realizing that I haven’t went to the store. My pantry and shit bout dry as hell.”

“Well we can go to the store after class tomorrow. I need to go too that’s why I’ve been eating out— you want me to pick up a pizza?”

“Where you at?” You picked up the phone and walked into your room, turning on the lights.

“Jean’s… he’s gone now though. Something bout going to get beer or whatever. But who the fuck drinks beer?” You laughed at her comment.

“White folks.”

“You not wrong but… I’m coming over there and I’m bringing someone.”

“Jean?” You straightened up your room a bit, phone in hand as you talked, not really wanting to put it down anywhere.

“No you stupid bitch. Connie and Eren.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t have anything against either of them but you would have preferred if she’d come by herself.

“Why?”

“Because they wanna see how you were doing. They’re coming with Jean when he comes back so I’ll let you know.” You felt your whole mood shift.

“Okay.. well,” You sighed. “I’m gonna go so Jean won’t freak out when he sees you on the phone with somebody other than himself.”

“Girl bye. That nigga don’t own me. But I’ll see you later though. Bye~” Now that people were coming over, you actually had a reason to fix your house a bit, even if it was after 8pm.

“Yeeeerrrrr-“ Connie walked through the front door of your place with two boxes of pizza in his hands while Eren followed behind him with sodas and other things.

“Connie shut the fuck up, you know she got neighbors.”

“Shit, my bad..” Reneé rolled her eyes at him.

“Hey boo~” Reneé pulled you into a bone-crushing hug after you closed the door behind everyone and locking it. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just hungry right now though,” You walked over to where Connie had sat the pizza down on the counter. “What kind you get?”

“Pepperoni and Y/F/P. Probably should’ve got another box because you know how that fat ass over there is..” She was referring to Connie, who had made himself comfortable on your couch.

“I know. But he’ll be alright. Eren!” You called.

“Yeah?” You looked at the bags he was sitting on the counter.

“What’s that? Sodas?”

He nodded. “And liquor—“

“Whoa who the fuck said we was drinking?” You looked at Reneé.

“He said he was buying it ‘just in case’. But you can just keep it here for some other time.” You sent a glare Eren’s way, receiving a wink from him in response.

“Y’all gonna eat or what?��

After everyone had eaten, none of you did much of anything other than being forced to watch movies with Reneé. Only you and Reneé seemed to be paying attention as Eren tapped away on his phone and Connie getting high out of his mind.

“Connie, you ain’t tell nobody you had weed.” Reneé eyed the boy, watching him take another hit of the blunt he held. His eyes were red and lidded as he sat in the black loveseat, knees spread apart in front of him.

“Was I supposed to?”

“Bitch..” Reneé mumbled as Connie softly laughed at her.

“Reneé.” Eren looked up from his phone.

“Yes, Yeager?”

“Lemme use your car.” She looked at him like he was crazy.

“Uh why?”

“I gotta go somewhere real quick. I’ll be right back. Promise.” Reneé rolled her eyes before hovering the keys over the palm of his hand.

“Where you going?” She snatched the keys back.

“Not you clocking him.” You commented.

“Right. Thought yall wasn’t fucking anymore.” Reneé and Eren directed their eyes at Connie.

“It’s my fucking car—“

“Reneé. You gonna give me the keys or not?” Eren’s hand was still held out. You didn’t know where he wanted to go in such a rush but it probably wasn’t your business. You continued to watch the movie.

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go. I don’t gotta hand my shit over to you just cause you ask. Bring ya’ ass.”

“Stop telling me what to do.” Eren mumbled as Reneé let Eren out in front of her.

“Y/n, I’ll be back.” She said as she closed the door behind her, leaving you with Connie.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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I'm Glad you Called

Spring Break Kickback | Masterlist

synopsis: The line has been disconnected from you to Bob, but he still decides to call anyway

word count: 2.2k

prompt: [ CHECK ] : sender checks in on receiver following an emotionally distressing incident to make sure they're okay.

warnings: parental death, breakups, angst, cancer

Bob wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at his phone. It could’ve been five minutes, it could’ve been five hours. He had lost track of time a long time ago, but the ice in his lemonade had melted and was leaving a condensation ring on his dining room table. The fix to this was easy, all he had to do was pick up the phone and make the call. It would take only a couple minutes and he could go on with his night.

His mom had called him earlier in the day to tell him what had happened back home. Even though the two of you hadn’t kept in touch with one another in years, your families still looked out for the two of you. Bob knew his mom still called you on your birthday, and your mom always called to wish him a Merry Christmas. Bob knew that your mother had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer, but when he had talked to her on the phone a couple weeks ago, she said that she was feeling better. He didn’t know that things had taken a turn until today.

“Bobby, you should give her a call.”

If this awful day was five years ago, then Bob wouldn’t be hesitant to call you. Hell, he would’ve been on the first flight out of Lemoore to Montana. But that was then and this is now. Things had changed, you had changed. You weren’t the same girl who used to catch snakes with her bare hands and have an afternoon nap in the hay loft. You had made a name for yourself, just like you had told Bob you were going to.

Bob had been the one who insinuated the break up. You had finally landed your dream job, which had decided to place you in their New York office, and Bob was being sent to Lemoore after flight school. You were all too prepared to call and decline the offer, sitting tearfully at the kitchen table in your once shared apartment. Bob wasn’t sure why you were crying and you weren’t sure either. Maybe it was because you either had to give up your dream job or Bob, a decision you never wanted to make.

“Darlin, this doesn’t have to go like this. Long Distance-”

“Maybe when you are a couple hours, not across the country,” You sniffled as you held your phone in your hand, “I just need to do it. There will be other jobs.” You unlocked your phone and quickly found your new boss’s phone number. You drew in a deep breath as you went to press her number, but Bob grabbed your hand instead.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?” You stuttered out, “I- why?” The tears were falling harder down your face and it took everything in him to not break and pull you into his arms and tell you that he was even sorry for suggesting it. But he couldn’t. Not when you were so ready to toss away all you had worked for.

“It’s for the best,” Bob said quietly, “We need to break up.”

And within a blink of an eye, ten years of history had been over. Bob had gone and stayed with one of his flight school friends, and came back the next day while you were out to gather his things. When you came home, everything was gone and there was a note on the fridge telling you that he was sorry. Three days later, you were standing in the airport in Pensacola, ready to fly to your new life in New York. Bob sat in his truck in the airport parking lot contemplating running after you or even going with you. But he had to let you go. He had to.

The last time you had seen or heard from Bob Floyd was about a year ago at Christmas, when your mother first got diagnosed with brain cancer. It was the first time you had come home to Montana in four years. You couldn’t bring yourself to come home to a place that was so full of memories you were trying to replace. But your mother needed you, and you were on the first flight back home as soon as you got the call. When you had arrived at the house after your brother picked you up from the airport, you were surprised to see that beat up blue Chevy in the driveway.

And there he was, in all his beautiful glory, Bob Floyd sitting on your couch, talking to your mother like nothing had ever happened between the two of you. You guessed it was probably a good thing. Your mother loved Bob like he was one of her own, and it would be heartbreaking if he didn’t stop and see her for what could very well be her last Christmas.

“Momma,” You said as you walked through the door.

“Oh, my baby!” Your mother cried and you hurried over to give her a hug, not caring that Bob was literally five feet away from you, “Can you believe? It takes me gettin ill for this one to come home.” She said as you pulled away.

“Ma,” You said in a warning tone, “New York at Christmas is hard to get out of. I’m sorry.”

Your mother waved you off and smiled at you, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

You nodded as your father walked into the living room, “Y/N, can I get you to go help Jesse in the barn? We got a lil one with the white eye.”

“Sure,” You said, suddenly happy that you decided to wear sweatpants and put on your carhartt jacket.

“I’ll go with you,” Bob said standing up from the couch, and you didn’t argue with him. If Jesse was having a hard time with this cow, you knew that you were going to need more helping hands. Besides, cows can sniff out city folk from a mile away.

You pulled on your old work boots that were still waiting by the front door where you had left them years ago, and tied your hair back in a low bun as you and Bob made your way out to the barn. The silence was deafening as you walked through the freshly fallen snow, making the whole ranch look like it was encapsulated in a snow globe. When you reached the barn door, you pulled it open to find Jesse sitting in the middle of space heaters, holding a calf in his arms.

“This guy came when he wasn’t suppose ta’,” Jesse said, “Had the white eye of death.”

“Gimme him,” You said and walked right over to where the calf was laying. His fur had been dried which was a good thing, now it was trying to get his muscles to warm, and keep the blood flowing in his body, “Been rubbin him?”

“Best I can,” Jesse nodded, “Heartbeat is weak. Say, Bobby, stay with her. I’m gonna check if there's more. You know how these heifers are.”

“Always birthin at the worst time,” Bob shook his head and Jesse clapped him on the back as he walked towards where you were sitting. Growing up, Bob used to call you the calf whisperer. It wasn’t often that they’d find a frozen calf or have one born nearly dead, but if they did, you always seemed to be able to bring them back to life. People said that your father was dumb for being a raiser, but he knew that it would hurt too much for you if he wasn’t. He knew that he’d have to deal with your bleeding heart anytime he loaded up cows for slaughter.

“You didn’t need to come see her,” You said, your eyes not leaving the baby animal in your arms, “A call woulda been fine.”

“I needed to see her,” Bob shrugged, sitting down on a haybale, “If I didn’t come see her now, I feared that-”

“The next time you’ll see her she’ll be in a pine wood box?”

You were always so straightforward, both a blessing and a curse. Bob nodded in agreement and you let out a hum. He shifted awkwardly in his spot, trying to find the right words to say. The two of you had never been a “hi, how you doin’?” type of people, and he wasn’t about to start that now.

“I’m fine,” You said and Bob looked up at you, “You want to ask how I’ve been but you won’t cause you know I’ll hit ya. But I’m fine, I have been fine.”

“I’ve been fine too,” Bob added, “New York looks good on ya. Noticed that purse you brought. What is it? Gucci?”

“Target,” You chuckled and Bob couldn’t help but smile. It would be just like you to have all the money you ever dreamed of, but still live somewhat modestly, “Feels too weird for me to go to those fancy stores. Feels like they might take me out in handcuffs if I go in.”

“They probably would,” Bob agreed, “Can’t believe they already haven’t.”

You scoffed and kicked his boot with your own. And as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you, you feel back into a rhythm with one another. The two of you working together to help the calf come back to life, slowly re-warming his body and checking his temperature every so often. You two talked about the things that had happened in the last four years of your lives. You learned that Bob had become a WSO and got to go to TopGun, something he never even dreamt of doing. Bob learned that you had been moved up to assistant editor-in-chief for the New York times and they were going to send you to Europe to cover a story about the UN.

It didn’t seem as though the two of them had basically been strangers for the past four years of their lives, not when your daddy found you and Bob cuddled up on a haybale together that next morning. He smiled to himself as he saw Bob laying on his back, his hand tucked under his head, an arm wrapped around you, and you with your head on his chest. Someone, probably Jesse had draped a wool blanket over the two of you. Your dad gently walked over to the two of you and put his hand on your shoulder, startling you awake.

“Hey, easy,” Your dad said as you sat up, “There ain’t a fire.”

You grumbled and rubbed your eyes, “Where’s the calf?”

“With his mama in the birthing stable,” Your dad whispered, “You did good. Baby looked good, and ate a full bottle this morning.” You smiled to yourself, “You know. . . the two of you also look good.” You glanced briefly over at Bob, who was still fast asleep, “I believe the two of you are destined to be.”

You looked down at your hands as you felt your heartbreak, “Maybe in another life.”

“Why not this one?”

“Pops,” You said and looked up at your dad, “I’m engaged. You know this. I. . .Bob and I are done. He’s the one that got away.”

Your dad nodded. He hated your fiance, as did the rest of the family, and even you resented him a bit. But George McAndrew was a good man with a stable (but boring) life. He was good for you and your image in New York. He kept you satisfied, and that was enough for you. But there was that spark that was missing. That feel of electricity that you got every time you thought of Bob. Your dad sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Nothing is said and done until it is done,” He said and kissed your head before making his way through the rest of the barn.

Bob could remember that night like it was the back of his hand. He had only been pretending to be asleep when your dad walked in and the way his heart broke when you said that you were engaged. You had managed to avoid him for the rest of your time back, so Bob never got the chance to ask if you were happy with your fiance. However, Bob found out his answer from your mother three months later when you had called off the wedding the night before it happened.

“Just man up,” Bob mumbled to himself as he picked up his phone. He easily unlocked his phone, going straight to the phone app and dialing your number. It was only when he heard the dial tone that he realized he probably made a mistake. He panicked as he pulled the phone away, thinking that maybe he could get by with hanging up and saying it was a buttdial, but then he saw that the call had been picked up. Closing his eyes, Bob slowly pulled the phone back to his ear.

“Bobby?” Your voice was soft and sounded broken.

“It’s me,” Bob said, “I heard and I am so sorry. I really loved your mom, she was nice to me.”

“Thank you,” You said. It was silent for a moment and then you spoke up, “I. . . I’m glad you called.”

Bob’s lips quirked in the corners and he nodded, “I’m glad I did too.”

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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[19:52]

'89? I expected you to get more than this? You are the hope for this class.'

'I just think that you are too nerd for me, always sticking with books and not even pretty like other girls.'

'Can you do the assignment alone? I will be so busy because some matters. Please?'

'She is so dumb. Literally do what I said. Well, she is smart so she can do it alone. I'm too lazy anyway.'

'Come on child. I know you can give us a result that is better than this. Take a look at your brother and sister. They are the top student.'

Thoughts were crowding your mind. It started to give you headache. You were soaking yourself in a warm water inside the bathtub. Many things happen in your life and it made you tired.

Why does beauty standard exist? Why do you need very good result just to use it and flex to other people? Why people compare a person with another? Why people love to take advantages of others? Why can't you be yourself?

"Am I a robot?" You asked yourself as slowly and slowly you moved your back to drown.

"Or am I dumb?" You tilted your head and thinking about how you tried but can't refuse what people asked.

"I'm tired." You just want to rest. It's so exhausting when doing someone's favor and not do what you want.

You haven't got any sleep for four days. Thoughts were running inside your brain everytime you wanted to sleep. You can only nap for a while and then woke up again after half an hour.

The warm water had some effect on you. It made you relax and want to sleep forever. Without realising, your drooping eyes started to close and your body slowly drowning when your hands let go the hold on the bathtub.

Not even until five minutes, you felt yourself got pulled harshly from the bathtub. You coughed and let out the water that got through inside your mouth and nose.

"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?!!"

It was a male. A stranger that saved you. He put a towel to cover up your body and pulled you closer to hug you tightly.

"Don't scare me like that. I don't want to lose you."

Why is this man make you feel comfortable? He is literally a stranger and just trespassing your house. But, why was his worried expression look so sincere? You never see anyone in your life this concerning. Not even your parents. Without thinking more, you leaned your head to his shoulder enjoying the care he gives.

The male thought you were passing out and nearly become panic when he finally heard your snore.

You were sleeping. He took a last look at your tired face before sighing that you finally get a sleep that you really wanted these days.

"Sleep, baby. You deserve it."

< ------------- >

You sat yourself on the bed while rubbing gently your still tired eyes. Gosh, how long you have been sleep? You remembered last time you were at the bathroom with that good looking stranger and now you assumed this was his place because it is unfamiliar.

"How are you feeling? Still tired? You've been sleeping literally for three days. I was worried but then I figured out it must be because insomnia."

He went closer and sat in front of you. The heck? He smell so good and comforting. You stared at his face trying to remember every details of him. You let him caressed your hair and left some kisses on your face. Without noticing, your tears fell one by one.

You get love.

You feel it.

Not even your family bring this feeling.

"You must be hurting so much. I'm sorry for being late."

"Thank you."

That's the only thing you can say right now. It's too overwhelming but he kept you cool down.

"I'm here. I will always be here, y/n."

< ----------- >

You learned that his name is Jay and he also goes to same school like you but he's on different class. That explains why you never see him before.

Jay takes care of you and provide you almost everything. His presence made you forget other life that you were living. Your family, classmates, teachers and studies.

He admitted to you that he had stalked you for years and that time he saved you from drowning, it was also the time he stalked you. He felt weird when you took a very long time bathing and decided to break in because he was afraid something bad will happen. Thank god, he had a very good instict.

You didn't feel afraid of him after listening to that. Instead, you feel happy. Someone is here for you. You hugged him thanking him many times for loving you and for choosing you to be part of his life.

You didn't know how your act affects Jay so much. He is down really bad. He loves you so much and he will make sure to give everything to you to do everything for you if it makes you happy.

He will make sure those who made you suffered before will not get to live for the next day.

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ayo🧍‍♂️yeah as you can see it's a soft yandere😄i always make them kill and kill so lets tone it down a bit. hope this make you feel good

also, for everyone who is struggling right now🥺please dont give up please dont let people bring you down because you guys deserve to get a good life and happiness that you want..if there is no people say this, im gonna say it! you did a good job today🫂 thank you for exist thank you for not giving up. Alright see ya next time😙

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hollowwrites · 10 months

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Blindsided

Part 6

Ominis x MC

Summary - Sebastian, Ominis and Eve visit Anne and surprise her with the ability to visit Hogwarts whenever she likes. They all spend the day together as a little family. 💕

I will not lie this is filler! It’s cute fluffy filler but I debated waiting until the next part is ready! But it’s already soooo looooong!

Hopefully you guys like domestic cutesy bliss!

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of a Mom passing away. (Sorry I wrote about this a lot it helps me personally) all characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 3675

The train ride to Evelyn’s muggle town was not too far outside of Hogwarts but far enough that walking was not an option. She’d managed to wrangle both Sebastian and Ominis onto the train at the early hours and they now settled into the private cabin for the long journey.

Her eyes settled over Ominis, who had almost immediately took a nap. She sat directly opposite him, his knees trapping hers as the train chugged along its course. It was a common enough experience to see the boys outside of their designated school uniform, but it stunned her every time. Without robes to hide their physique they both sat, unrestricted before her.

Ominis was as dapper as ever. Head to toe in black, his long sleeves folded neatly up his forearms, shirt tucked into his tapered trousers and a tie somewhat lazily wrapped around his neck. She could always tell when he’d tied it himself, it was slightly sloppy, but purposeful. He’d commented multiple times how he hated the feeling of things touching his neck, and whenever a professor turned their back after scolding him for his uniform, he would immediately tug it back to a more casual position. His top bottom lay open, showcasing the muscles in his neck straining against the trains turbulence, his head bobbling around as he slept. Evelyn pulled off her scarf and gently pushed it between Ominiss’ head and the hard casing of the window. He nuzzled into the plush material and she laughed softly at the juxtaposition of his stern crossed arms and stoic face and the quiet hum as he settled against her scarf, a warm smile threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.

Sebastian was significantly more casual than Ominis. His shirt collar lay messily over the top of his jumper, the untidiness carried down as the tips of his shirt stuck out at the bottom. Similar to Ominis, He’d pushed the sleeves of his jumper up so as not to catch on the pages of the book he was reading, lying open across his legs. His forearms flexing slightly as he ripped up his train ticket, eyes darting across the page but not taking in what he was reading.

“What if the conductor needs that?” She joked in a hushed tone.

“Then I’ll obliviate him into forgetting we exist” he said flatly

“Please don’t obliviate any muggles while we’re away” she put her hand on his, stopping him from ripping up any more of the ticket.

“Sorry” he muttered not looking up from his hands “I’m nervous”

“Why? She’s your sister.”

“I haven’t seen her in a while. Unless she writes me I avoid her. Since fifth year I…I worry she doesn’t look at me the same”

“She probably doesn’t” Evelyn shrugged

“Thanks…” he looked up now from under his lashes

“That’s not a bad thing. The things you did, though stupid and wrong, were all for her. And you stopped, for her. She knows this and she loves you for it. Trust me. She misses her brother” she pulled away from him leaning back on the old seats. He thought for a moment before speaking

“Thank you, Vee” he smiled, squeezing her knee “Thank you for taking care of her as well. After Solomon left and- I didn’t know what to do and…Rookwood- If you hadn’t have killed him…” his voice shrank thinking about how bad her pain was. No one would have suspected that killing Victor Rookwood would have mostly severed the connection between Anne and his curse. It was a pleasant surprise for everyone, and a huge contributing factor towards the mending relationship between Sebastian and…everyone.

“Of course” she said matter-of-factly “Solomon was right about one thing before he ran away” her voice heavy with venom “Getting away from Feldcroft, was probably for the best. Besides, I love your sister. She’s like a tolerable you” she flashed him a brilliant smile

“Har har. Now I know why nothing has happened between you two” he jerked his head towards their sleeping companion “it’s impossible to have a sincere moment with you” as her cheeks flushed bright red he shot her smile back, mirroring her own exactly.

She opened her mouth to snap back with something smart and cutting but the little bell above the carriage door tinkled to indicate they were pulling into their station.

“This is us” she chirped before quietening her own voice “Ominis?” She held his shoulder gently giving it a little squeeze “Ominis, we’re here” His eyes fluttered open before smiling upward towards Eve

“Thank you, Sebastian would have just shook me awake” Ominiss’ fingers dusted lightly over her knuckles

“I would never…I was planning on screaming down your ear” Sebastian smirked gathering his things into the small bag he had brought along.

“Beast” Ominis muttered fiddling with the scarf “Can we please not forget that I can’t use my wand-” he muttered “-to get around, someone has to guide me”

“I’ve got you don’t worry” Sebastian hauled their collective luggage onto his back before collecting Ominiss’ arm. “Lead the way, Evie”

The walk from the train station to Evelyn’s hamlet was pleasant. They chatted idly about school, the tournament and quidditch as they went but Evelyn could see that Ominis was visibly uncomfortable, his constant angry expression and the twitch in his hands gave him away. It all bubbled over when they entered the little muggle village and they saw Evelyns home perched upon a small hill. Anne waved at them from a distance and Sebastian, immediately released Ominis and ran to her.

“Sebastian!” He hissed standing perfectly still “you can’t leave me!” He huffed tapping his foot in place contemplating exposing the wizarding world just so he can navigate towards Sebastian to slap him. A cooling set of fingers gripped his bicep and trailed down along his forearm. They linked with his arm at the elbow before gently tugging at him.

“I’m here” Evelyn said “Come, just a few more steps and you’re back to using your wand. You don’t go to the muggle world very often do you?”

“This is my first time actually…without my family” He said much calmer now he was in her soothing presence

“Oh! I wish you’d have said. We could have made this special. I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be silly, you’re inviting us to your home this is special enough” he placed his free hand over hers on his arm and smiled. He could hear Anne clearly now as they approached the house

“Ah hello you two” Anne strained out as she was crushed by Sebastians embrace. He finally put her down after a moment and they all shuffled inside. The second they passed the threshold, Ominis retrieved his wand and sighed contently, finally able to perceive the world in his own way once more

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my three favourite people?” She pinched at Ominiss’ cheek and he batted her away playfully “It’s like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one” she spoke more cheerily than she had in a long time. Cheeks more rosey and full than the last time Eve had saw her. She was looking better and better everyday.

“You haven’t told her?” Sebastian asked

“Told me what?” Anne bounced between everyone

“No I wanted it to be a surprise” Evelyn said holding Anne’s forearms trying to calm her bouncing. But Anne’s excitement was infectious and she just forced her giddy nature upon Eve as well

“What surprise what’s going on?”

“Well…” Eve started, releasing Anne “I managed to pull some strings at the Ministry and at Hogwarts aaAAAaand” Eves sing-songy voice made the boys smile. She opened her satchel to reveal the stone plaque of Ignatia Wildsmith, currently inanimate, resting in her bag. Anne gasped “We can connect my house to the Floo Network. We can smuggle you into Hogwarts”

“Oh Merlin” Anne’s hands flew to her face trying to stop tears from welling in her eyes “You’re all going to be sick of me I’m going to be there all the- ooof” she crunched over slightly at the sudden interruption from her curse. Sebastian shot to her side holding her hand “Honestly it’s not that bad, just too much excitement for today” she smiled as the pain washed away again “See?” Sebastian face was a boiling pot of emotion, happy at how his sister was doing, concern that she was still in pain, embarrassment from his behaviour in fifth year. Ominis could feel the shift in the room, choosing to change the subject than put a downer on the day.

“Come let’s get started installing this” Ominis said and Eve turned towards the fireplace in her front room. Anne’s hand shot to her arm.

“Actually, whilst you’re here, I was kind of hoping you could cut my hair for me? If you don’t mind. I’d ask Seb but he’s a tad wonky”

“I’m right here” he retorted “ah whatever, that’s fine, me and Ominis can go and do manly things whilst you two braid each others hair” he mocked taking Ominiss’ arm before being violently shook off.

“I don’t need your guidance now you Buffoon, I could have died early you just left me…” Ominiss voice faded to mumbles as the two boys started their work in the living room. The cacophony of tools working away and the liberal use of magic emanated from the room as Anne settled into a chair in the kitchen.

“I’ll get some scissors” Eve said making her way up to the first floor

“They’re in my bag, in your mothers room” Anne called up to her

“Your room” Eve corrected

It hadn’t been her Mothers room for quite a few years now. After she had passed, Evelyn spent a year all alone, until her magic started to blossom and Fig had knocked on her door. Since then the room had been avoided causing too many warm and pleasant memories to resurface. Memories, Eve couldn’t always handle lamenting in.

She wasn’t heartless. Evelyn loved her Mother dearly and kept many mementos of her. But the room in which she spent her final months was harrowing to witness. She lost herself in grief if she allowed herself to be in there for too long.

She was almost grateful when Solomon Sallow had left Anne alone. It meant the room could be used again. At the time Anne’s relationship with Sebastian was tumultuous, at best. So when Eve offered Anne her spare room for her to stay, the Sallow Twins both agreed some time apart may help them patch things up. Over the fifth year summer, Eve redecorated the overly floral walls to something a bit more plain for Anne to make her mark upon. Slowly it looked less like her mothers room and more like Anne’s.

Preparing for the hour or so it would take to cut Anne’s hair, Evelyn found a brush and scissors in Anne’s Vanity bag, in her bedroom. When she bounded back downstairs she found Anne rakin her fingers through her hair pulling odd strands out that offended her before Evelyn could stop her.

“Stop” Evelyn scolded slapping her hand away “Do you Sallows have no patience? I’m here now” she began brushing through the brunettes thick hair, carefully placing her hand over the brush to prevent any snags

“No I’m afraid that’s a Slytherin trait. We’re just a big family of impatient-“ she started before hearing shouting from the other room

“Ominis!! I swear to Merlin, if you don’t do something I’m going to-“

“What do you want me to do, Sebastian! You have to tell me…I cannot see!!” Ominis chided loudly, followed by muffled arguing in the other room. The girls giggled.

“I’m glad nothing has changed between the two of them.”

“So they’ve always been like this?” Eve asked separating out her hair and beginning to snip away.

“Oh yes. Sebastian is a brute”

“Not that much of a brute…he was worried about coming here” Eve confessed

“I know” Anne smiled “when he hugged me I could feel him shaking. He’s a big softy always has been. We’re definitely twins in that regard”

“I’ve heard otherwise. You were quite the handful for the first few years of Hogwarts”

“I still AM a handful” Anne laughed defensively “Who says I’m a handful? I bet it was Garlick…or Weasley”

“It was A Weasley” Evelyn teased

“Garreth called me a handful? Oh wait till I get my hands him”

“Don’t threaten him with a good time.” Evelyn giggled as she watched the tips of her ears turn pink “So you like Garreth too huh? We’ll have to fix you two up with a date” Anne turned suddenly snatching the lock of hair from out of Eves hands.

“Don’t mock me, Hollow! You wouldn’t know what it’s like having forbidden love?” She dabbed a handkerchief to her dry eyes, feigning heartbreak “A Slytherin and A Griffindor? We simply cannot be” she turned back in her chair for Eve to continue, wringing the handkerchief in her hands. “He still writes me, you know” she said suddenly sincere “every week” she smiled down at her lap.

“I know, he talks about you all the time. Perhaps you could see him, once we’ve got Ignatia up and running”

“I’d like that” she whispered “Don’t tell Sebastian. He’ll get protective and him and Garreth are close, it’ll make things weird for him”

“I won’t. It could be worse. You could be trying to date his best friend”

“Yes I think you have that covered don’t you?” Anne quipped and the sound a sharp snip rang out as Evelyn twitched.

“What do you mean by that?” Evelyn gulped and feigned innocence

“Oh please, he’s blind not me!! I’ve seen the way you look at Ominis. The way he ‘looks’ at you. It’s like you’re the only thing in the world he can actually see.” She sounded almost romantic before…“it’s disgusting”

“I- Ominis is my best friend-”

“Excuse me?” Anne gasped clutching her heart

“Besides you” Evelyn wrapped her arms around her neck from behind giving her a quick squeeze before continuing on her hair.

“Doesn’t matter if he’s your best friend, clearly you’re attracted to him” Anne continued not letting it go

“…Yes, he’s attractive that doesn’t mean I-“

“So you find him attractive and you get on well with him…I don’t see a problem”

“…he makes me nervous…” Evelyn whispered

“…and?” Anne whispered back mockingly

“I just…I don’t know what to do!!” Finally admitting defeat. She threw her arms up covering her face, scissors still in hand.

“Baby steps, You’re already close just take it that little step further” Annes eyebrows scrunched together in a sympathetic gaze

“I tried that…I kissed him at Crossed Wands-”

“YOU KISSED H-“ Evelyn clamped her none scissor wielding hand around Anne’s mouth

“Shhhhh!!” She hissed “it was only a peck it’s all I could muster” Anne bounced excitedly in her chair “but some Beauxbaton student just bounded over and kissed him too! It took me two years to build up enough courage to kiss his cheek and she just bounces over all bubbly and and and…French and just…does it. I’m hopeless” Eve collapsed to the floor putting her head in Anne’s lap

“I’ve never seen you like this” Anne stroked her hair as Evelyn groaned loudly “it’s cute”

“Come on…” she sighed “Let’s finish you’re hair before I die of embarrassment”

A few hours passed before the boys were finished with Ignatia. Evelyn had hidden herself away in her room fiddling with her and Anne’s laundry. The conversation with Anne had left a pit in her stomach and she attempted to fill it with idle household tasks.

He didn’t like her how she liked him. Right?

There is absolutely no way a man raised in a pure blood family would look even once at a muggle born witch. Even if he stated multiple times how much he disagreed with his families views, some things are just ingrained in a person from childhood.

She racked her brain over past conversations and meetings for any evidence of ‘how he looked at her’. She fell short. Anything she seemed to think could possibly maybe be a show of interest could easily be explained away.

How tender he’d been after she had been cursed? He’d experienced it, he just did what he would have wanted.

His lingering hands on her face after Sebastian interrupted them the night before? He didn’t know what she looked like! If you’d had a best friend for two years and were unable to see them you would linger on their features for any sort of detail.

Their hand holding and constant touches? He needed guidance. Well, he didn’t need it but she offered it willingly and why would he turn down the help? Actually she’d seen him scold multiple people who tried to help him accusing them of finding him incapable. But she was his friend, he’d never speak to her like that! He was a gentlemen. And besides they were friendly embraces. Their fingers never entangled the way she’d seen other infatuated couples do so. It’s was friendly.

She squeezed her eyes shut at the thoughts of Ominis being anything more than her best friend. Her train of thought was interrupted by the knock on her doorframe and the creak of the hinges being pushed open.

“Come in” she called to the door, seeing the familiar glowing tip of Ominis’ wand poking through the crack of the door.

“We’re all done downstairs if you want to come and see” he beamed as he walked into her room.

“I’ll be down soon” she replied curtly. He swiped his wand across the room getting a feel for the new area. Once he’d located her padding over her bed and a pile of clothes, he frowned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been alone for hours and I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so tense. Figuratively-” He walked behind her, placing his hands on her stiff shoulders. He chuckled breathily as he felt her square her shoulders furthering her standoffishness. “-and literally” His thumbs dug softly into the hard planes of her shoulders. He felt her soften somewhat to his touch and she hummed out a tiny noise of pleasure.

No. It’s things like this people read into too much. Anne would say ‘see he’s so attentive to you, clearly he wants you’…but he’s just being a good friend.

His hands did feel wonderful though. And she was being incredibly uptight. Maybe just give in-

No, this is what you were talking about when you said you were taking advantage of him

“I’m sorry” she shrugged him off causing his frown to return “I’m not used to visitors I’m just…I’m trying to make you guys feel at home” she said not completely lying. Though the reason she was so uptight was her previous conversation with Anne, she was being truthful about not having visitors. She’d spent her life as an only child to a single mother, not many people came by her home and having two additional guests as well as her now permanent resident here was…a bit much.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Sebastian has Anne. He’ll feel at home anywhere where she is.” He returned to her side but didn’t touch her. Not until this hard exterior broke down and she returned to normal “and I wouldn’t want this to feel like home”

This.

Some muggle home.

“Oh” she spoke, her bottom lip trembling threatening to betray her emotions.

He heard the faltering in her voice and his eyes widened to what he had said.

“No. No no, that’s not what I meant” his hands flew to her face cradling her cheeks and lifting her face towards him “No you don’t know what my home is like. I wouldn’t want here to feel like home because this is good. This is better than ‘home’ could ever be. You’re here. You’re impossibly better than any manor could be” Still worried he’d said something wrong, he held her face until he felt he cheeks puff out in a faux smile. “Besides, you haven’t cursed me so…” he shrugged “an immediate improvement on Gaunt Manor”

“Haven’t cursed you…yet” she smiled, genuinely this time.

“You wound me”

“I’m sorry…I’m a mess today” she rubbed violently at her face and groaned “Sometimes it’s tough being back here…I thought I could handle it but everyone being here…it’s…a lot. I just need some space” she huffed

“I can leave you if you’d like” he whispered

“No” she muttered realising the last thing she wanted was to be alone arguing with herself. He smiled releasing her face. Her skin felt cool without the heat of hands. It was unfair how she was treating him all because Anne had called everything to question. Better to forget the whole conversation happened and to go back to normal. What had Ominis said that night in the common room?

‘Get back to being us?’

She can do that.

She reached out to him, placing her hands on either side of his tie. She felt the slow rhythmic beat of his heart under his shirt. So calm and collected, as always.

“Thank you for today” she reached up to him and placed a kiss upon his cheek, no Beauxbatons to ruin it this time. Her hands slide up from his chest to around his neck pulling him down to her in a hug she didn’t want to admit she needed “I’m glad you’re here” she muttered into the crook of his neck. In any other circumstance her breathe upon his neck would have sent his mind into a spiral, but she still felt a little stiff. He was thankful her hands had moved from his chest. His heart now threatening to deafen him in his own ears.

He wrapped his arms around her waist picking her slightly off the floor. She melted into him, finally, and she giggled.

“As am I”

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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Father son day

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Its your first day away from Vic just for a few hours rather than leaving him with your hopper this was a great opportunity for some father son time.

A/n: This is another part of the dad Billy fic set idk how many of these imma make.

Warnings: teen parenting , fluff, Neil's terrible and abusive parenting, established relationship, strong language, Billy is slightly ooc, She/her pronouns,

Word Count: 1330

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You handed Vic over to Billy the day being your first day really away from Vic since you've had him. you told max you would go shopping with her and El in the new Starcourt mall.

“Okay his milk is in the freezer I didn't remember if I had left bottles here or if you had any diapers.” you rambled,

It wasn't like you were worried Billy wouldn't know how to handle your guys baby he got that you were a bit anxious leaving victor for the first time.

“Doll, doll its fine i have everything, me and Vic will be fine have a bit of father son time ” Billy says grabbing your waist and caressing your cheek pecking your lips trying to help you calm down a bit. you take a deep breath.

“I know, I know, sorry just be safe okay if you need to leave you have the car seat in your car and I'll be back by like 5 at the latest'' you say with a long sigh.

Before you knew it you and the 2 girls were out the door and that left Billy and baby Vic alone. Vic was out it being his typical nap time and he would probably be like that for a while, leaving Billy to do some homework the end of the school year coming up with finals. so he sits next to the swaddled baby asleep in the cradle and finishes his homework determined to not get below a C in the last science class he had to take.

The baby stirred in the cradle next to his bed as he sat on it going threw the science book looking at the time remembering that you had given Vic a bottle a few hours ago realizing he was gonna have to get up and make the bottle, took another look at the squishy face in the cradle and hoping he wouldn't stir. Billy gets up moving to the kitchen down the hall making a bottle he hears the front door open suspecting its Neil with Susan. Neil slamming the door while Billy is making the bottle in the kitchen.

“Victors in the room sleeping '' Billy says while they walk through the house Billy knew they wouldn't be there for very long at 10 at most seemingly like they forgot something, Susan coming in behind Neil staying by the door.

“Where Maxine?” Susan ask.

“She's with y/n and her friend at the mall.” Billy says flatly.

“Billy We told you we don't want that goddamn whore around Maxine she's a bad influence” Neil walked past Billy grabbing a bag from the closet

“She's not a whore and can we not do this with my son in the other room” Billy says, making eye contact with his father. Neil moves forward but Susan puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Neil its fine can we just go” as Vic starts crying in the other room. while Susan worried about you rubbing off on Max, it didn't feel right having Neil digging in to Billy with a baby in the other room.

Billy finishes warming and testing the bottle on his hand and quickly walks to his room after cleaning things up quickly.

“Its me and you today lil’ guy” Billy says, feeding the baby in his arms feeding the hungry baby.

“Lets go Neil, you can talk to him later.” While she might not be able to stop the argument about the baby in Billy's arms but she could at least keep Neil from trying something while the baby was with him. Neil continuously tried to accuse you of cheating and Vic not being Billy's baby despite after giving birth the baby looking a lot like Billy matching pretty eyes and lashes the same smile despite the baby not having teeth along with Billy's widow's peak. The baby was a perfect combo of the two of you. That day is a story within itself needless to say, Neil wasn't allowed to touch Billy with Vic in the house due to some aggressive threatening from the chief of police's daughter.

The door closes and Billy lets out a sigh while the baby in his arms looks his dad with big eyes.

“wide awake aren't ya” Billy says as the baby sucks on the bottle he's holding for Vic to finish.

Billy uses his other hand to grab the cloth to sling over his shoulder to burp Vic once the bottle is finished.

With Vicky burped and Billy sitting him on the floor with the blankets for a bit of tummy time Billy thought this would be a bit easier typically Vic was a playful baby but his want for his momma was over riding his normal playfulness so this left Billy with a very unhappy Vic. Vic would not stop cry not matter what Billy tried he wasn't hungry he fed him not long ago and burped him so not uncomfortable stomach issues for baby Vicky. The idea suddenly coming to him, grabbing his wallet keys, Vic and the baby bag getting the baby in the car with the bag making sure Vic was in right before starting up the car. Driving much more carefully than he usually as he made his way down the roads of Hawkins the crying finally went down.

“yeah a good drive calms me down too kid.” he says as he makes his way back home realizing Vic is asleep. After about ten minutes of struggling to not play Billy finally gets Vic in the house. The baby asleep after the drive around town Billy got Vic back in the crib deciding to clean and finish his boring homework and the time. you and the girls coming home was coming up. Billy ended up having to wake Vic up to eat again in which Vic was mad but was willing to accept the warm milk as an apology. With feeding finished one more attempt with tummy time was made going much better with the baby giggles echoing through the room “see all you need was a little car ride huh” Billy said having a full blown convo with the baby seemingly about his science final and the adventures Billy and you use to go on Vic laying on his back looking at Billy, babbling loudly seemingly in response to some of the stuff coming out his dads mouth. when you got home Billy was playing with Vic's hands, Waved little fist clamped around his fingers around making little noise with his music playing in the back ground. the sound of the door could be hurd followed by shushed and whispering.

The footsteps got louder coming closer to Billy's room “there's my two boys!” you said decidedly Vicky giving you a gummy smile and laugh as he threw his hands around the fingers still yanking Billy's “ow what are you feeding this baby” he laughs as the happy baby waving the fingers around.

“How was today,” you said dropping the bag of stuff on Billy's bed taking out some of the stuff you bought.

Billy looks at his son smiling,

“We took a ride in the Camaro today” “How did that go you say.” sorting threw your own clothes vs stuff you bought for Vic that would have to be washed

“Fell right asleep” Billy said.

“That's good anything else happen,”

“Neil came home earlier,” Billy said a bit lower in volume.

You paused what you were doing,

“And?”

“Not much happened but he’ll probably bring it up later”

You frowned,

“Sorry,”

Billy turned to you sitting on the bed “why are you sorry its not your fault Neil’s an ass”

“I just know that he hasn't been easier on you since I got pregnant.” you say sighing. “He cant do anything with Vic here so that's something, now why don't you show me what my girl spent so long at the mall getting.”

Billy changes the subject smirking.

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 1 year

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Shu Sakamaki x Reader x Carla Tsukinami Love Triangle Route

So this was originally a request from an ask game I did some time ago (I'm so sorry it's so late). The ask game itself was only meant for short answers but because I'm me, I got carried away and thus why this took so long. I had originally planned to rewrite the endings so they fit with the tone a bit better but at this point I don't think that's going to happen so I decided to post this as is. Enjoy~

Warnings: heavily implied dub-con (nothing worse than you get in the games but still), kidnapping, major character death in some of the endings, basically the sort of content you'd expect from one of the early DL games.

You’re close to starting your final year of high school when you get sent to live with the Sakamaki brothers. Before, you’d never even entertained the possibility that vampires might exist and yet just a few hours in that mansion leaves you with blood trickling down your neck as you’re held down by too strong hands with all the warmth of a corpse. They are cruel and awful and as you sit in your new bedroom later that day and cry into the sleeve of your sweater, you wonder whatever you could have done to deserve being delivered into the hands of monsters.

One day, a couple of weeks after being sent to live with the brothers, you see Shu sleeping in the middle of the road on the way home. Every sensible part of you tells you that you should leave him alone, that he's entirely capable of moving out of the way himself if he so chooses. And even if he weren't, if a car did happen to take him out of commission, it would only benefit you — one less bloodsucker for you to have to worry about. But you can't just walk past him. Even if he's a vampire, you can't leave someone like that.

So you drag him out of the way of any incoming traffic.

It's a decision you soon regret, as before you know it he's pulled you down on top of him, fangs brushing against your neck as he tells you that if you didn't want this, you shouldn't have approached him. He bites down and you curse your own good nature and swear this is the last time you’ll do anything for a vampire.

It doesn’t last.

A couple of days later, you walk home in the snow and spot Shu slumped on the ground at the edge of the Sakamaki estate. You know he won’t catch a cold if he stays out there and your neck still aches from your previous encounter but it just doesn’t seem right to leave someone out in the snow. So you heave him inside, feeling like an idiot as your back aches with effort while Shu, who is clearly awake, makes no attempt to move himself. Predictably you end up with a bite on the wrist for your troubles.

It becomes something of a pattern after that. You see Shu napping in some precarious or uncomfortable position and you feel duty bound to move him because, damnit, you’re a good person. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself anyway. The other Sakamaki brothers pick up on it, and you’re soon deemed as the go to person for moving Shu from one location to another whenever he refuses to move himself, which is often.

It’s on one of these occasions that Shu’s earbuds get knocked loose as you’re trying to move him without doing your back in. You freeze for a moment, suddenly well aware that you’re manhandling a vampire who could do a lot of very nasty things to you if you upset him. But Shu makes no move to do anything and some part of your brain catches on the music—something classical and lovely. You tell him as much and Shu cracks open a sleepy blue eye.

You’re reminded then that the eldest Sakamaki brother is quite beautiful when he’s not just lying listless on the floor or drinking down gulps of your blood. For all you expect him to tell you to shut up, he doesn’t and you have a small conversation about music. It isn’t long before he puts the earbuds back in and goes right back to sleep, but you’re pretty certain that’s the most words you’ve ever exchanged with him.

You talk more after that. About music mostly, but sometimes other things come up, like the fact that, no, vampires aren’t allergic to garlic and nor will they burn up in the sun, so you don’t have to keep dragging him inside as soon as it looks like the night is drawing to an end. It’s nice, you think, these small moments where you feel a little bit more like a person and less like a piece of meat. Eventually, one thing leads to another and you end up in bed with him.

Shu had said you wanted it, that if you didn’t you wouldn’t have kept coming back to him. Maybe you did. Or maybe he was just saying that to get in your pants.

It happens again. And again. You seem to have achieved some sort of upgrade from prey to prey with benefits. At least the triplets haven’t been bothering you as much, even if you have gotten some very nasty looks from Reiji.

One night, as you’re lying next to Shu in his bed, your clothes long since discarded, you find yourself wondering if you have feelings for him. There’s some affection there, certainly, even if you’re not sure when it started. But is it love? Are you even capable of feeling something like that after the hell of the past few months? You’re not sure what he feels for you. Sometimes, when he genuinely chuckles at something you’ve said or when you’re in bed together, you think there might be something.

Maybe it’s not love, but maybe it’s the closest you’re allowed. Maybe you should just ask him and risk making a fool of yourself.

You don’t get the chance.

The mansion is in chaos when you awake, or at least you think it is from the shouting and the sounds of furniture and glass breaking. Shu’s unusually serious as he tells you to stay in his room before slipping outside. You hurriedly tug your clothes on while you wait for him to come back, wondering just what the hell is going on.

But when the door finally opens again, it isn’t Shu who walks through it. It’s a tall man with a scarf covering the lower half of his face and long, flowing white hair stained a dark pink at the tips. He’s terrifying—and he’s looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck to his shoe.

The man orders you to come over to him. You swallow and back up against the wall, debating whether you should shout for Shu or one of the other brothers.

Before you can blink, the stranger has moved across the room and has you pinned to the wall by your throat. His scarf has ridden down a bit in the process and you see the glint of fangs in his mouth as he tells you that defying him is not an option. Another vampire then—or something worse.

The man continues speaking as black spots start to swim in front of your vision. Something about how your stench is worse than he’d expected and that the purification will need to begin immediately. You don’t get a chance to consider his meaning any further before you black out.

When you come to, it’s to an unfamiliar room and a man with an eyepatch (and glasses?) sneering at you, while the white haired one from before frowns. It is then that you are introduced to Carla Tsukinami and his brother, Shin. You think they’re vampires and ask to make sure but you barely get the words out before you’re backhanded across the face. Carla informs you that they are not vampires, but founders, and any future insinuations that they’re anything like the Sakamaki brothers will result in the removal of your tongue.

Then he’s at your throat, fangs piercing the soft flesh. You’re used to the pain by now, but you’re certainly not used to the sound of him practically growling in your ear as he tells how disgusting the taste of your blood is. His brother joins in and it’s not too long before you pass out again.

And just like that you find yourself swept up in a new routine of bloodsucking and pain. You’d thought your life couldn’t possibly get any worse than those first few awful weeks living with the Sakamakis. You were wrong.

Carla’s the one you see most often. He’s cold and brutal and you’re still not entirely sure what he wants from you. All you’ve managed to learn so far is that he intends to “purify” your blood — whatever that means — and that he’s planning on doing it by drinking from you every day. It’s during those sessions that you find yourself missing Shu, his low seductive voice in your ear as he tells you what a lewd woman you are for continuing to seek him out.

Part of you, a small part, keeps hoping that he’s coming to save you. That maybe you’ve managed to make yourself mean enough to him to mean he’ll be willing to rescue you from your current captors. The rest of you is not so convinced. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Shu, it’s that proactive is not a word in his dictionary. So you put up with the bloodsucking and try to pretend that the person doing it has deep blue eyes instead of gold.

Entirely unknown to you, Shu is feeling your absence a lot more keenly than he would like and is starting to realise he’s broken the only rule he ever made for himself.

You’re a little surprised that the Tsukinami brothers let you roam the halls of their mansion after a while, although the wolf familiars do growl at you if you get too close to any of the exits. There’s a small sitting room with a large bookcase that you end up spending most of your time in. The books aren’t necessarily ones you’d choose to read, but they’re a very welcome distraction from your current situation.

One day, you’re curled up on the sofa with a book on philosophy that’s proving to be a lot more interesting than you’d thought it would be (or perhaps you’re just that starved of entertainment), when Carla steps into the room. You shut the book and feel every muscle in your body tense, not wanting to be accused of ignoring him. He steps towards you and you’re certain he’s going to drag you from the room and drink your blood until you can no longer stand.

It catches you off guard when he stops, his gaze dropping towards the book in your lap. He makes a noise that might be called considering and you’re so startled when he asks you what you think of the book that you almost forget to answer. You just about manage to squeak out what you make of the text and its ideas, expecting Carla to scoff at your likely naïve interpretation. He doesn’t though, instead seeming to genuinely consider your words. When he offers his own thoughts in response, it makes you pause. His tone isn’t the same as the cold one he uses when ordering you around or hissing about the state of your blood. It’s… measured, it’s the tone of someone who has taken the time to actually think about the words on the page rather than take them at face value.

For a brief moment, it makes him the slightest bit less inhuman.

Perhaps that’s what gives you the courage to ask if there are any other books here he’d recommend. There’s a pause and you fear you’ve overstepped some invisible boundary, that this fleeting lapse in abject cruelty was anything more than that. But then he starts to list off the titles and authors of a couple of volumes, some on a similar topic to the book in your lap, others on entirely different areas but with intriguing ideas nonetheless.

Predictably your little conversation does nothing to spare you from your “purification” session, but it does happen again the next day. And the one after that. It becomes something of a ritual; the conversations starting out as slightly stilted but before long you’re talking freely, so starved of company that little is required to make you open up.

It doesn’t help that Carla is, well, interesting to talk to. You’d sort of guessed he was clever from the sharpness of his gaze, how he'll sometimes pause to consider something, but to actually hold a conversation with him is another matter entirely. Some time around then, you notice that the wounds made by his fangs ache less. You’re not entirely certain what that means.

Finally, you pluck up the courage to ask about the paintings covering the walls. They’re all over the mansion, in different styles, depicting different things. For a short while, you’d wondered whether the Tsukinami brothers had stolen the mansion from a particularly well-to-do art collector, before you’d realized that a new painting seemed to appear every so often.

There is something different about someone, you think, when they talk about something important to them. You see it clearly when Carla talks about his collection, when you feel like for a moment you’re looking at a man rather than a king. It is then you come to the realization that Carla Tsukinami is very, very beautiful.

You’re caught by surprise the day Carla asks about your relationship with the vampire whose scent you were drenched in back when you were taken from the Sakamaki mansion. It’s the first personal question he’s asked you, outside the usual safe boundaries of your conversations on philosophy or art or even—on rare occasions—his race and their history. Carla’s expression is as unreadable as ever, half hidden behind the dark fabric of his scarf, and you can’t decipher exactly what it is he wants to hear, so you decide to tell him the truth—or as close to it as you’re willing to admit to yourself.

Your relationship with the vampire in question was physical in nature, but you weren’t sure how much it really meant—to either of you. The First Blood King says nothing, giving no indication he even heard you aside from a slight narrowing of his eyes. However you don’t miss the way he handles you that night, his touch more intimate than the purification really demands, his fangs burying themselves deep in your flesh, causing your blood to heat in a way it hasn’t before. You’re just on the edge of consciousness when you feel a pair of cold lips press against your own, a kiss tainted with the tang of your own blood.

You should have known, you think, that that night was a prelude to something, although you never would have guessed what.

Carla entering your room without knocking is not an unusual occurrence, but when he orders you to follow him with no explanation, you feel the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You’re led to the depths of the mansion—a dungeon, you realise, as you take in the dirty stone walls, the iron bars and rusted chains.

For a horrible, terrifying moment, you imagine yourself chained up in one of these cells, trying to think of anything you’ve done that might merit such a punishment. The shock you feel when Carla stops in front of a set of bars, a head of familiar, messy blonde hair behind them, just visible in the dim light, is nearly enough to make your knees give out. You’ve never seen such emotion on Shu’s face as when he raises his eyes to look at you, your name falling from his lips. He’s injured, you notice, as you take in the dark stains on his clothing, the fading bruise on his cheek.

Thoughts racing, you wrestle with trying to work out why he’s here, why he looks like that. It is only when you feel Carla’s hands on your shoulders, his slender fingers pressing into you, that you realize he’s been speaking.

Shu was caught trying to break into their mansion—to get to you—and has been moldering in the dungeon for days. You don’t want to think about how much damage must have been inflicted on him to the point that, even with his vampiric healing, you can still see the signs of it.

Carla finishes his piece and the timbre of Shu’s voice when he tells the first blood to take his hands off of you—low and brimming with feeling—is not something you’ve heard before. The fingers on your shoulders do nothing but dig in further, making it very clear that Carla has no intention of letting you go. He says as much, and while his tone is as cold as it was when you first encountered him, there’s an edge to it, a slight crack in the emotionless, kingly persona. You can’t help but wonder if it has anything to do with how hard he’s holding onto you.

Part of you, wants to rejoice. For even as awful as this situation is, the idea that Shuu cared enough to come for you warms something in your chest. It makes you want to run over to him, to swing open the set of bars separating the two of you and to tend to the man who is as familiar with your body as you are.

There is another part of you, however, that feels strangely hollow at his appearance. You don’t want him to be trapped here, in one of these dank, dark cells, and as you think on it now, you can’t actually remember the last time you dreamt of being rescued. There is something in you that has found comfort in your conversations with Carla, in the feeling that there is value to the way the world looks through your eyes. Right now you can feel the solid press of the Founder King behind you, and for as much terror as you should be siezed with, it is overshadowed by something else.

As always, however, you are nothing more than a powerless player in a game of demons and monsters, and never have you felt it more thoroughly than when Carla tells Shu the only hope he has of trying to go against him is to defeat his father and take his power.

You know little of the Vampire King, just that his power is great enough that every demon recognises it, even the founders. It doesn’t seem possible that Shu, battered as he is, could stand a chance against that sort of strength. No sooner have you opened your mouth to protest, to plead, than Carla’s mouth is by your ear, telling you to stay out of this in a low growl.

The rest of the conversation passes by while you stand there, helpless to do anything about the mocking smile Shu gives Carla when he asks if the founder thinks the Vampire King is the type to go easy on his own son, or the lack of emotion in Carla’s voice as he replies that it makes no difference to him.

Shu is given a night to think it over, but just before you’re marched out of the dungeon, his eyes meet yours and you know what his answer will be.

You’re returned to your room, and with every fragment of courage you possess, you turn on Carla and tell him to let Shu go, that you’ll do whatever he wants. His eyes darken and you feel your heart leap into your throat as he pins you against the wall and asks if the son of Karlheinz really matters that much to you.

You can’t answer him, your heart being torn in two directions, although it cannot compare to the rending in your chest when Carla tells you that it ultimately does not matter to him if Shu is able to slay his father or the other way around. Unknown to the eldest son of Karlheinz, Carla used his magic to place a mark on him, one that will allow the founder to pass through the barrier surrounding Eden if Shu himself is already inside, thus providing him the means to kill whichever vampire is left standing

If anything, the pain when Carla then bites down on the base of your neck is a welcome distraction from your horror, and you do not struggle as you sink into the dark.

Carla is gone when you awake. A quick sneak down into the dungeons, past a couple of familiars, confirms that Shu is too. You hadn’t tried to escape the Tsukinami mansion before, too terrified of the idea of wolf jaws clamped down around your ankles, dragging you back to Carla’s feet. That and you had no idea of where you would run to—if the moments of intimacy you shared with Shu had glossed over the horrors of the Sakamaki household, whether you would even be welcomed back.

Now, however, you know exactly where you have to go and it’s enough to give you the spirit to try. Your feelings are a tangled knot in your head, the memory of Shu’s hands on your body and Carla’s lips on yours—but you know with certainty that you don’t want either of them to die, and so you are going to have to try to find your way to the Vampire King’s residence yourself to try and stop them.

You might never have tried to escape, but you have observed enough that you can predict some of the familiar’s movements. If anything, how easily you are able to slip out of the mansion surprises you, although not quite as much as the bat that seems to be waiting for you by the back door. You’ve spent enough time with demons to be able to distinguish their familiars from wild animals, to know the faint prickle of magic on your skin.

It could be Shu’s, you think, but you have no way to know for certain. The bat flits around your head for a moment before darting off between the trees, hovering about ten meters ahead of you. Watching your footfalls you take a couple of hesitant steps towards and it flies forwards, maintaining that same distance. The familiar is leading you somewhere, and while you have no way of knowing whether it’s planning to lead you to the Vampire King’s residence or not, it’s the only real hope you have of getting there in time.

And so you follow the path to Eden.

Brute ending:

You arrive in Eden, and by some miracle, you spot Shu down one of the first corridors you check.

Karl tells Shu that he's not Adam. Carla goes to kill Shu because he's outlived his usefulness but you leap in front of him. Carla asks if you're truly choosing to stick with such a useless man. You realise you are.

"I see. If that's the case, then you're truly too tainted to fulfil your purpose."

Carla rips your heart out, looks hurt as he does so. The last thing you hear is a scream from Shuu and the sound of a sword but you die not knowing if it was because he actually felt something for you or because Carla killed him.

Manservant ending:

You arrive to see Karl killing Shu. Carla catches you, because he's been drinking your blood, he's gained enough of the power he lost due to Endzeit to kill Karl (hooray). You mourn Shu briefly but think it should hurt more if you really loved him. You live happily ever after with Carla.

Vampire ending:

You find Shu and Karl again. This time, Shu spots you, realises that you got away from Carla so there's no point in killing Karl and basically tells him to get fucked. Karl goes to leave but Carla arrives and finishes him off himself. Carla orders Shu to hand you over but Shu refuses. Shu reasons that as he just needs your heart, then isn't it fine if he just hands that over. You're surprised and concerned by this, but Shu points out there's a perfectly good heart available to you (Karl's). Carla tries to order you to come to him too but you realise you have feelings for Shu and refuse but tell him to take your heart and live well. Carla is not a stupid man and lets you go. You and Shu abandon the demon world and the other Sakamaki brothers and go and live together in the human world. Because of Karl's heart you slowly transition into a vampire and you hear from one of Shu's familiars that Carla has now taken over as ruler of the demon world.

#diabolik lovers #Shu Sakamaki #Carla Tsukinami #Shu Sakamaki x reader #Carla Tsukinami x reader #my writing

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