#my roommates are fawning over it right now ^_^

[jtownraindancer]

Guess what I totally forgot I pre-ordered~

[sunskisser]

okay, so i'm here for a an ask for each of your cutesy celebration, so be ready for a little spam ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

first, since you seem a bit cold so lemme wrap you with a

🧣scarf with Sirius and could the prompt be "wanna cuddle? you know, just to keep warm." and "so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?" from the cold prompts

love you very very much, san (๑>◡<๑)

ivy, my love! here's your scarf, thank you so much for the request <333 🧣

forever | s.b.

— "Wanna cuddle? You know, just to keep warm." & "So, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"

sirius black x reader

summary: you're cold, and you're in love with sirius

tw: smoking, fluff

Sirius sighs and tips his head back, wisps of delicate smoke rising from his lips. You knew angels would fawn over his loveliness if they could see him like this. He brings the cigarette away from his mouth, catching your stare with a smile. “No cigarettes in the house, I know.”

“I’d really prefer no cigarettes at all, but yeah, that’s the bare minimum,” you murmur, placing his mug of coffee on the table before curling up on the other end of the couch with yours.

Sirius was at your place for the holidays. Your roommate was out for the week, and you hated spending Christmas, or anything really, alone. James was back home with family and Remus was celebrating it with his girl. That left Sirius. Just Sirius, which did awful things to your heart.

He flashes you another grin, and this time has the dignity to look at least slightly apologetic. He doesn’t snuff the cigarette out. You don’t ask him to.

You lean back with your gaze on him, holding your breath so as to not inhale anything you wouldn’t want to. Sirius stares back at you.

“What?”

“Nothing! Just —“ you exhale, scrunching up your face. “At least blow it away from me?”

“But then I can’t look at your pretty face,” he retorts, tilting his head teasingly.

Your heart twists someway crummy behind your ribs. “Sirius.”

“Okay, okay,” he huffs out, shifting slightly so he’s facing the television. “Happy?”

“Very. Thank you,” you mutter, rolling your eyes when he chuckles and shakes his head.

A couple of minutes pass by, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. He stares at the wall; you at him. Sirius is always pretty – but prettier like this. You know it’s impossible, but his cheekbones seem to soften when the smoke leaves his pale lips. His eyes flutter shut when he sighs.

You feel your heart swell a little, like the poisoned gas he’s blowing out is filling you up in the shape of love.

Sirius catches you. “What now?”

“Nothing.”

You pause. Christmas was tomorrow. A few other friends would be coming over, and you’d lose Sirius in the sea of them. He’d pack his bags and leave the next morning, and you’d lose him from your apartment. But you had him today. His heart sat unguarded, in plain sight. Maybe he had girls left, right and centre latching their claws onto it the moment he stepped out. But for tonight, you could take it with the tips of your fingers, hold it in the palm of your hands and cradle it close to yours.

“Actually,” you speak up. Sirius startles, looking back around at you curiously.

“Do you wanna…” you clear your throat, smoke from his pretty lips blowing over you like a fog. A fog you’d love to get lost in. “Wanna cuddle? You know, just to keep warm.”

He looks confused for a moment, and you’re sure you’ve screwed it up. Sirius was never going to come over again, and he’d warn Remus and James not to either. You were going to end up a loner with a broken heart.

“Sure.”

You blink, surprised. “Huh?”

Sirius smiles, and it’s every lovely word you could ever think of. “I said sure. Get over here, babe.”

It should’ve been embarrassing how quickly you crawled over to him, but you can’t feel it right now, every little bit of your heart taken up by some form of love. The fat of your thigh melds into his as you press up to him cross legged.

Sirius is always gentle with his touch, but somehow kinder now. He snuffs the cigarette out in the ashtray on the table; the one you bought just because he always came over. He curls his palm around the curve of your hip, and you think maybe that’s what your love handles were for, for him to love.

“You good?”

I’m more than good, I’m happy. I love you. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pulling you impossibly closer. You’d say your heart was doing flips; but you can’t feel it from how hard you’re squished up against him. You let yourself close your eyes. 

You stay like that for a while. Sirius is thinking about warming you up, you are thinking about how much love he had to have for you, to let you hug him on a random Tuesday and hold you like you’re fragile. Too much love. Not as much as you, though, you’re sure of it.

“So,” Sirius starts softly, as soft as his touch where he’s rubbing your hip. “How much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?”

There’s an undertone of teasing you decide to ignore. It’s laden with love, and love is all you need. “As long as you’ll allow.”

“Hm,” he muses, lips quirking up as he wraps his other arm around your waist too. It’s your lucky day, you think. “My arms have no curfew, sweetheart. They’re content to hold you as long as you please.”

You smile. Sirius can’t see it, but he can feel it. You mumble something incoherent as you turn your face into his chest, but it sounds suspiciously like forever.

san's christmas sleepover

[manmuncher777]

Ugh there just something that is so fine about Roommate toji I swear. It’s my favourite trope for him

Not quite smut but very suggestive. MDNI 18+

Just imagine living with him, but not dating. Well not yet at least

Those little late night talks you would have when you paths cross that day, your schedules never really leaving you two with a lot of time together

Until one night hes taken the day off, you’ve been at work all day, and then gone out for a night out with friends, giving him a quick greeting when you get in, and a rushed goodbye as your leaving.

Only for his eyes to shift from the Tv to you, tracing over your figure shamelessly as you strut out in your little skirt, top showing just the right amount of cleavage. Where did you think you were going looking like that?

“See you later Toji, I’ll be out late tonight so don’t wait up” you smile, grabbing your coat from the hook and sliding it over your freshly perfumed skin. The scent lingering in the air, intoxicating every breath your roommate took.

“Oh? Hot date tonight?” A trace of a smirk lined his lips, but there was a flash of something else, something darker. Jealousy creeping up the back of his neck, a feeling he didn’t like.

A chuckle leaves your lips, smile never leaving. You were in a good mood, excited.

“I wish, no just girls night, going out for some drinks”

“Lucky girls then, don’t think ive ever seen you in anything but sweat and a baggy shirt.” The comment leaves his lips so easily, but you don’t miss the way it tingles through your spine. The causal compliment whirling around in your mind.

“Well I thought it would be nice to get dressed up for a change, can’t have everyone seeing me like that.” Hands nervously brushing down your outfit, now far more aware of how you look than moments ago

“Oh I feel honoured, so the hobo look it just reserved for me?” His attention is fully on you now, his body turned towards you, drinking you in as he spoke.

You cursed yourself internally, every now and then you would have an interaction that eft you brain completely mush, he had a way with words that would leave you as red as a tomato and him hardly faded, even after you left the apartment that night, he never left you mind. What he said, the way he was looking at you. All burned into your head. You thought maybe drinking would help you loosen up, get your mind off of him, but if anything it made him worse. Out in the bar with your friends, trying to listen to their conversations, when in the back of your mind is him, your stupid roommate who could have any girl he wished, why would he bother with you.

He was probably just flirting for some entertainment, maybe he gets bored sometimes and likes to think you have a little crush on him.

Stop thinking about him

Stop it

But not even you are able to resist the charm he puts on, that sexy smirk and huge fucking muscles seem to turn you into a blushing school girl, and you hated it. You were a strong minded woman who was not about to be fawning over some man, you were not about to be his little plaything.

So thats exactly what you told him. Only not quite as well put together.

Your heels clicking against the stairs being the only thing grounding you in that moment, doing your best in your drunk state to make it up to your shared apartment in the early hours of the morning, head slightly spinning, skin tingling and the taste of wine still in your mouth.

You did your best to open the door as quite as possible, dragging of your heels and slinging your coat somewhere over the couch, you could deal with that in the morning, right now you needed to deal with him.

Toji

Who just so happened to be awake, stood in the kitchen cooking. Shirtless. Grey sweats hanging sinfully low on his hips. His back to you as he stirs a pan of whatever he was making. His skin ilumated by the small orange lamp on the counter, brightening the dark room. His muscles flexing with each simple movement…

No,, snap out of it.

Determined, you sit yourself on the island in the middle on the kitchen, doing your best to stop your drunk swaying.

“You’re back late, fun night?” He muses, the sound of sleep still noticeable in his voice.

“Couldve been better.” You do your best to spit out, but you notice a slight slur to your words, lessening the effect.

Finally he turns to you, turning off the stove before plating up his food. You couldn’t help your wandering eyes, taking in his half naked form. Trailing over his sculpted figure, happily taking in the sight before you.

Snapping yourself out of your daze when you eyes rest on his smirking face

“Something wrong sweetheart?” Shit. Youve been caught

“Yeah actually.”

“Oh really?” He takes a moment to trail his eyes over you, noticing the slight glare in your eyes “why do I feel like you’re about to say it’s my fault?”

“Because it is” anger growing in you, how can he read you so easily? If he wasn’t so stupidly hot, your evening wouldve been fine. But his stupid face had to go and ruin it

“Wanna explain that to me sweets? I wasn’t even there.” Stepping closer to you now, eyes trained on you intently, curiosity flickering inside him. He’d never quite seen you like this before. Eyes glossy with emotion, directed at him, but something he couldn’t quite read. Face flushed and skin prickled.

“Yes you fucking were Toji! Yo-you were..” you try your best to form a sentence, but the words kept leaving you. He may as well have been right next to you for the amount of time he was on your mind that evening

“I just woke up, been here the whole night…” amusement gracing his features as he watched you try to come to a conclusion.

“No~ but you were in my minddd! The whole fucking night, always there..”

You pointed a wobbly, accusing finger at him. “Exactly. But you were in here—” you jabbed at your temple— “the whole time.”

Toji let out a low, rough laugh, the kind that rumbled in his chest and made your knees feel weak. He stepped closer, slowly, like you were something cornered and skittish he didn’t want to scare off.

“You mean to tell me,” he said, voice a deep, dangerous purr, “you spent your whole night thinking about me?”

You shook your head stubbornly, but you were already cornered between the counter and his heavy gaze.

“Nooo— I mean— not like—” you stammered, words tangling up in your mouth.

His hand caught your chin between two fingers, tilting your face up to look at him, and you could barely breathe.

“Seems like exactly like that, sweetheart.”

You made a small sound, somewhere between a protest and a whimper, and tried to pull back, but Toji’s hand just dropped lazily to your waist instead, holding you there without even needing to try.

“And what exactly were you thinkin’ about?” he murmured, thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt where your skin was hot and bare. “Somethin’ innocent? Or…” He leaned closer, his mouth barely brushing the shell of your ear. “Were you bein’ a dirty little thing about it?”

Your whole body went up in flames. Your fists balled into the fabric of his sweatpants, clinging to him without even realizing it.

“I—I wasn’t—” you tried again, but Toji just chuckled low, the sound reverberating right through you.

“You’re drunk, baby,” he said, almost gently, but there was no missing the hunger crackling underneath. “Bet you can’t even lie to me properly when you’re like this.”

Your face pressed into his bare chest, trying to hide the mortification burning through you. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the heat of him, the way every inch of him was just there, so solid and warm and overwhelming.

Toji hooked a finger under your chin again, pulling you back so you were forced to meet his eyes — dark, sharp, full of something dangerous.

“You gonna tell me what you were thinkin’ about?” he coaxed, voice syrup-sweet and rough. “Hm? What got you so worked up you couldn’t even enjoy your night?”

Your mouth opened—and nothing came out.

Because all you could think about was him.

The way his big hands would feel wrapped around your thighs.

The weight of him pushing you down against the mattress.

That cocky mouth between your legs, smirking against your skin.

You whimpered, embarrassed at your own traitorous mind, and Toji’s grin went feral.

“Poor thing,” he drawled. “Bet you’re soaked just from thinkin’ about it.”

You let out a pathetic sound of protest, but Toji only laughed again, catching your hips and tugging you closer, until you could feel just how hard he was through his sweatpants.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, breath warm against your mouth. “I’ll make it real for you.”

And when he kissed you — hot and claiming, hands roaming your body like he already owned it — you knew you were so fucking gone.

[boyfhee]

이희승 、SHARED VICE

heeseung has a bad habit, but with your help, he can fix it. unforeseeably, you turn out to be a bad influence instead.

ꔫ pairings : play boy! heeseung x fem reader ꔫ warnings : kissing, implications of smoking ꔫ notes : this was supposed to be a roommate series

“i thought i told you to clean up,” your voice takes in the way he fixes his t-shirt while looking in the mirror, pausing for a brief second as his eyes settle on you before travelling back to his reflection in front of him.

“giving me orders in my own room,” and he sounds a little too haughty, especially with the smirk that dances on his lips. his eyes travel down to you— up and down, as he looks at you with a teasing glint, kicking a few empty packets of snacks lying around his gaming setup aside.

“that’s a nasty habit,” you’re commenting this for the thousandth time ever since he moved in, the scoff that falls off his lips tells you how much he expected you to say the same words over again. 

“everyone has one,” he shrugs, sighing as he pushes the keyboard further on the desk, leaning against it before his lips curl up into a cheshire grin as he leans down towards you. “you have too, i know about it; your very, very nasty habit,”

and you feel your breath get stuck in your throat, knowing a little too well where this conversation was heading. he stares at you for a while, finally bored as he sighs, getting up from the desk and taking a step towards you— careful not to break eye contact. 

“i’m off, hope you clean this—” but you’re quick to react, taking a step back just as soon as he leans closer, looking away and pointing your index finger at the empty packets and unwashed clothes lying around. “—shit,”

“lend me a hand?” he leans back with a soft sight, slightly tilting his head to the side, the grin on his face never leaving. “i could really use some help here,”

“and why would i do that?”

“maybe, i can help you with your nasty habit in return,” he suggests with a certain innuendo, towering over you with a heavy gaze, one that figuratively makes it difficult for you to even move. “roommates need to look out for each other, right?”

and heeseung is a wrong deal in himself.

you’ve seen the way girls around the campus fawn over him and also the way they walk out of his room with tears. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve come back to the apartment, seeing him with a new girl. you know better than gravitating straight towards him, although your heart keeps swerving. you hate his habits, he smells of cigarettes and the strawberry candies that keep his mouth busy during hours of valorant sessions. it’s a deadly combination, vinously so.

“i don’t know—” 

“you can stare at me all you want while helping me clean the room,” another step towards you, another step back taken by you— and you’re against the edge of the bed, whipping your head around frantically as you almost stumble, although not sure if it’s because of his actions or the close proximity in between. “don’t you like to do that, pretty?”

or if it’s both.

“we’ve only been roommates for a while but i know exactly what you’re thinking right now,” he leans down further, lips almost brushing against yours. “do you think i haven’t noticed your eyes being all over me?”

your mouth is dry, mind rushing at thousand miles per minute to think of any words to defend yourself. you thought, you’ve been discreet with it— the stolen glances at him from across the room, the subtle smile on your lips whenever you two talk, despite most of it being just annoying banter. it wasn’t news to your friends when you told them about your little crush on your roommate, however you made sure to keep it a secret from him. he tilts his head to the other side, gazes switching between your eyes as your lips, the feeling incomparable to how you’re drawing him in.

“hee—” you’re cut off by the sudden movement of his arm around your waist, perhaps to keep you from falling down on the bed, but maybe it’s yet another excuse, this time made to hold you close, just enough to make you feel all the butterflies.

“maybe,” the words caress against your lips, making your head dizzy. “it’s a shared vice,” and before you could retract— his lips are yours, hands pulling you close by your waist to hold you in place, feverishly kissing you as you feel his tongue brush against your lips. 

it's another nasty habit, one he can’t get rid of— the one he won’t get rid of, especially at the way your lips feel against his, it aligns with how he thought you’d taste. your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt in nervousness and yet, you leave him breathless and intoxicated with the lack of air. it’s like a drug, gets worse the way your hands hesitatingly rest on his chest as he tilts your head, pulling you even deeper into the kiss. it’s an addiction, and good for heeseung, you’re just as hooked as him.

[angel-of-depravity]

Here you go after waiting on my ass to finish it. I mentioned the barebones inspiration in a different post and anyone who can remember and send me a message telling me what it was that inspired it gets a cookie

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Your roommate is a demonolater. You don't mind it, you've never really cared about someone's religious practice as long as they didn't either shove it down your throat or it somehow ended up hurting you.

He's a decent guy. Hard job has him awake a lot of the time and you really think he should get some sleep, but still. He only seems to sleep when you aren't home, but you chalk it up to him being weird about it. Maybe he had something happen in his life and now he couldn't sleep if someone else was in the house.

One day, though, you get home from a very late running outing. Admittedly, you were gonna stay at a different friend's place but you changed your mind at the last minute.

When you open the door, you find he's asleep on the couch. No big deal, right? You do the kind thing and gently pull a blanket over him. He's kinda cute when he's asleep, but you leave him be otherwise and just quietly head to your room. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Your dreams involve... odd things. A winged, dark figure towering over you. It's inspecting you, burning and bright violet eyes boring through your being with scrutiny. Sharp claws run down your sides, making you realize you're naked in the dream and causing you to shiver. Why does this all feel so real?

"Ahh, this is why he fawns over you," the creature said in a gravely, rumbling voice. "Pretty pretty eyes, soft flesh, good sturdy frame... I like you too."

What... the fuck.

You know your roommate mentioned at one point if you started having weird dreams to tell him, maybe he'd find a few wards to put up to keep whatever he's into from rubbing off on you. But you sure as shit weren't expecting said dreams to be of what could only be described as a demon eyeing you like a piece of meat.

When you wake up suddenly, you find you can't move. It wouldn't be the first time, you've experienced sleep paralysis before... but when you think the touch at your side, very slight on your hip, is just an echo of sensation from your dream? You quickly find you are very, very mistaken.

You feel the touch trail to your legs, two hands now on you as they spread your thighs apart and a weight settled between them. You manage to open your eyes despite everything in you screaming not to. You see...

Your roommate. With those same eyes that the demon in your dream had. And it suddenly occurs to you why your roommate had been so careful to always be awake while he knew you'd be home and asleep.

You kinda wish he'd been more clear on it, but it's quite a bit too late now.

His hands roam over you in your paralyzed state- carefully, and almost curious. And you couldn't deny the way your body decided to betray you on resisting the sensations it brought on.

"So, so pretty..." The voice that came out had been your roommates, but it was overplayed with that voice the demon had in your dream. "You... good, sturdy stock, he's cowardly for not taking you already."

You're suddenly regretting wearing only a crop top and a skirt and not changing before bed. Then again, that probably wouldn't have changed anything other than how long the demon would spend on your clothes.

He hikes up the fabric of your skirt and top, getting access to what were apparently the best parts of you.

His hands first go to your chest, squeezing and groping as though inspecting you. His hands are calloused from your roommate's job, only providing more stimulating input. Is your roommate even aware of this happening? Or is this an involuntarily threesome for two out of three participants involved?

The demon pinches one of your nipples, pulling a squeaky whine from you. This seems to please him, given the smirk and chuckle he expresses.

One hand stays at your breasts, the other trailing down your body to your shamefully went cunt. He brushes his fingers lightly against it at first, and you could almost mistake it for the way he groped your chest. But... it was almost more like he was figuring out how things worked. Maybe in a different situation, it would have been kinda cute.

His thumb rubs your clit a little, pulling louder sounds from you. It seemed if he was unacquainted with how your body would work, he was either a quick learner or he was drawing on memory from his host.

He eases his fingers in, and it isn't more than a few seconds before he finds that spot of sin to really press against inside of you. All you can do is whine, unable to move to rut your hips against his hand.

He toys with you for a few minutes, and somehow that's just enough time for him to get you to cum once already. You try and keep yourself quiet, thinking maybe if you didn't make more noise than you already had then maybe he'd just get bored and leave you alone. But he's not convinced, feeling the way you clamp down on the intruding digits.

He pulls his hands off of your body, and you think for a moment he's done with you...

Until he scoots forward, pulling his cock out and lightly rutting against you for a brief period. You admittedly had always been a little curious about your roommate's cock- but you didn't ever imagine you'd find out the length and girth of it like this.

He lets out a grunt as he slides into your overstimulated pussy. He hisses out a breath at feeling the wet warmth around him, hands gripping your hips as he starts to move.

His pace is far less careful than when he was just playing with you. He takes in the way your tits bounce with every thrust, leaning over you and burying his face into your neck. He takes in the smell of you and it seems to only encourage him. He huffs your scent as though it was the greatest thing he's ever come across, savoring it with every inhale.

"In heat," he grunts against you, reminding you that you were ovulating.

Shit. Shit shit shit- he didn't use a condom. And he didn't seem like the type to pull out, given his earlier comments on your body. Maybe that was his goal the entire time, and why he'd called your roommate a coward for not having bred you himself already.

You only manage to half slur the word "no" over and over, and that was only every few times you tried to say it. You try to move your body some, but unfortunately for you you still can't will yourself to. Usually sleep paralysis wore off by now, was it something he was doing to you that kept you immobile?

As you were pondering your options, you felt him quicken his hips to chase his own release. You felt his cock swelling right before he went from just fucking you to rutting against your cervix. The heat of him cumming inside you triggered a second, more painful orgasm, making your thighs shake where they rested on either side of him.

He let out a hum of satisfaction, pressing strangely affectionate kisses to your neck as he pulled out of you. You could feel his cum deep inside you, and you had a feeling none of it was coming out any time soon.

He adjusted to lay beside you, holding you close as though you were a pretty doll or pet to him.

"Pretty, so so pretty and soft..." He murmured these little remarks as one arm held you, the other rubbing over your lower belly possessively. "Pretty... soft... mine..."

... how the hell were you gonna explain this to your roommate in the morning?

[m-robinavitch]

hii, robby + 03, please?

Wait I think I confused some people okay so #3 is gonna be a Langdon fic BUT I’ll also give you a Robby one too because I like to indulge.

Pairing: Platonic/Bestie Langdon and Reader/Slight OC

Title: be merry dammit.

“I can’t intrude on Christmas with your family,” shaking your head and trying to slide the duffle away from him, “I’ll be fine here. I promise.”

“Too late- mom is expecting you. She’ll be heartbroken now if you don’t come. Don’t do that to my mom angel, don’t kill her.” God he was so fucking dramatic. And- he told his mom? She wanted to meet you? It was too daunting and felt like too much because you know he has a large family with siblings and- maybe it will be nice? Maybe you can experience an actual Christmas for once?

“Okay, fine-” Frank does a little fist pump in victory, “but I’m packing my own bag because I don’t know where the fuck in Pittsburgh I’ll need a bikini top, suede skirt, and yellow cardigan.” He nods excitedly- running off to his room to call his mom and let her know that you’ll be joining him after all. She chastised him for not even offering for you to come ‘I raised you better than that shit young man.’ And she wanted to know who you were- the angel who gave her son a place to stay when he needed. Now Frank didn’t completely divulge the full story to his mom, she’d have a heart attack and yell and- he just said he found a nice roommate after leaving his frat. And then a few weeks later he let it slip that you were a girl and- ‘is she cute? Are you being safe Frankie? I don’t want grandchi-‘ he hung up immediately and blamed the poor New York cell service.

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

“Can I help you?” Yes- yes he could but you’ll get to that in a moment. Robby sat on the chair by your window where the good light was, thumbing through the New York Times- having already taken the crossword puzzle out for you. But it was his glasses, how they sat low on the bridge of his nose as he read the sports section of the paper that had you biting your lip and staring at him from the kitchen. God he was so fucking hot right now, wearing his old college sweatshirt- thighs spread wide as he sat sipping his fucking coffee and maybe you were just ovulating or something because why were you so turned on by him right now? But you were and he raises a brow at you, tilting his head because sure- he liked being fawned over by you but he wasn’t doing anything to warrant it at the moment.

“Maybe,” you say- your voice lilting and drawing out the ‘ay’ while you make your way over to him, clad in his Steelers jersey that came down to the middle of your thighs that you absolutely stole from him and you catch the hand that was reaching out to you. “Was just thinking.” You shrug, rocking back and forth on your heels while he sways your arms.

[ysrjune]

hi I haven't written in 5 billion years #sorryboutthat

"I just want a real. fucking. shower." SCOTT BARRINGER bitches as he knocks on the bathroom door. "Hurry up! I've been on the damn trail all day, and right as I get back, you decide to do you God damn makeup?!" He slowly but dramatically bangs his head on the door. Bang.. bang.. bang.. as he waits for you to answer. "HURRY UP!!" He whines, banging his fist on the door and then going for the door knob even though it was locked.

Scott was your new roommate. Well, not exactly 'new'. You've known him for quite some time, but for some reason, co-ed cabins were now a thing. "Whatever," you thought until you took a look at the names of different boys and girls on a list. Scott? Seriously? He's so annoying! Always in a bad mood, complaining about everything. He was always making you mad, so why couldn't you do it back for once? Do your makeup in the bathroom for no reason exactly at the time he got back.

"Im gonna see Auggie later." You call from inside, touching up your eyelashes. "Gotta look pretty, ya know?" For some odd reason that made Scott even more pissed. Not because you wanted to look good.. because you wanted to look good for Auggie.

Auggie? Seriously? What do you see in that chump.

Scott thinks to himself, scoffing. "Auggie? Why? Why Auggie? Hes a loser." Scott insults his 'friend', still trying to twist the door knob. "Why do you care?" You roll your eyes, now fixing up your brows. "..Cause you should be going for me instead." Was it true or was he just jealous that gurls were starting to fawn over Auggie instead of him now? You slowly turn your head to the door and raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Scott can't say he's not attracted to you. You're beautiful, funny, smart.. and you dont throw yourself at him like other girls. He likes the challenge. Likes that you're different. "You should be dolling yourself up for me and not him." He repeats. "I know I don't show it, but.. I kinda like you. Even if you annoy me. A lot." He confesses. It was such a bad confession, though. One minute he's yelling at you to get out of the bathroom and then the other hes basically saying he wants you? da fuuuckkk 😒

"You're lying. you just want me to get out of the bathroom so you can shower." you say after you open the door, crossing your arms. "Well, sure, I wanna take a shower, but Im not lying about kinda liking you." What an asshole. What do you mean KINDA. "Oh my God Scott. That was the WORST confession ever."

"Damn, cut me some slack! Im trying my best to be nice even if im really ticked off." He looks over at the shower. "Look, we can talk more about this after I shower. Let me pass through. Dont be messed up like that. Im sure you don't wanna hear about how pretty I think you are while I smell like armpit and have dirt all over me." He whines. He just really wanted to shower..

"My God, FINE!" you say dramatically and shove all your makeup into your makeup bag, ONLY because you wanted to hear what he had to say. "Finally," He groans, tilting his head back. "Thanks doll," he suddenly pulls you in and kisses you like it was nothing. Like, full on MAKING OUT with you. It. was. #crazy.

He quickly slipped off his shoes and kicked them off to the side. "By the way," He tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "I lied. I don't like you. I just wanna shower really damn bad." He smirks and quickly goes into the bathroom and slams the door and locks it.

You stay looking at the door with wide eyes. What. An. Asshole.

I dont really like this but I wanted to put something out 😞 SEND REQUESTS I DONT HAVE ANY IDEASSSS

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Influencer!Sirius - Part 3 - 379 words

“I just realised,” Sirius took the liberty of ignoring Remus’ annoyed grunt. “Posting this video fucks up my entire idea of a posting schedule.”

Remus sighed. “We have had this conversation before.” His wrists rested on Sirius’ shins, their warmth sinking through.

“No?” said Sirius, confused.

Remus is silent, his eyes glued to his screen again. Sirius thinks about it, had they?

“We have!” he realised. “Oh, it’s Sunday! That means I can start tomorrow by posting the video about you lot. I completely forgot. Honestly, don’t know what I’d do without you, Moons.”

Remus’ only reaction was “die”. Sirius can’t figure out whether that is an answer to the question, or just an insult.

He wiggles his legs, looking with a grin how Remus’ phone shakes, making it impossible for him to read. “You’re boring. I need entertainment,” declared Sirius dramatically.

“I have been entertaining you all bloody day. I’m only sitting here because you get all pouty when I go to my room early in the evening. But if you won’t leave me alone, I will go to my bedroom.” One could interpret this as angry, but Sirius knew better. They had visited Lily and Harry that day, to be surprised by the presence of Mary, Marlene, Dorcas and Pandora. All fawning over the little boy. Remus liked all his friends, but a day full of social interactions left him socially drained. Meaning Sirius really was lucky Remus was spending his much needed alone time with him.

“All right, I will shut up.” Sirius managed three seconds of silence. “My legs okay there though? I can give you some room if you’d like?” Sirius knew Remus cherished his personal space.

A soft pad on his leg was his answer. “It’s alright, Pads. And you can watch tv, I don’t mind.”

Sirius smiled while he tried to ignore the rush Remus’ hand on his leg caused in his blood. It was nothing, just two friends, two roommates, relaxing together.

He started the first Disney movie he could find, Belle and the Beast. It was a classic, and the misunderstood Beast always made him think of Moony.

He sat down and comfortably watched, still ignoring Remus’ hand, which was now mindlessly rubbing soothing circles on his sweatpants clad leg.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | …

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying my family shows favoritism towards my baby cousin?

(This is copied from my Reddit drafts because my partner told me tumblr would be better for this and I trust them)

Okay this is a long one so I’m just gonna throw out fake names for everyone and everyone is white middle class Americans

I, Op, 20M, I’m a trans man not accepted by my family. This is relevant

Renee, 20F, my twin sister

Bea, 16F, my younger sister

Lee, 35F, my aunt on my father’s side

Lucas, 2M, my cousin, son of Lee

Suzie, 5F, my cousin, daughter of Lee

My father, 44M, the patriarch of our whole family

My mother, 45F

Grandpa, 76M, paternal grandpa, previous patriarch

Grandma, 74F, paternal grandma

So I’m sending this in on Christmas Day of 2023. For some context, I still live at home, but it’s more of a roommate situation now that I’m an adult. Renee lives on her out-of-state college campus but visits for holidays, and Bea is still a high schooler. Lee, her children, and her husband who isn’t relevant to this (I love my uncle, we just literally never talk) live across the country. My father is losing the battle with cancer and can’t travel, so we had two separate christmases this year, one with my immediate family and one with Lee. Grandma and Grandpa went to Lee’s, which was awesome for me because that meant I got to avoid them this year!

As the character list above states, I’m (one of) the oldest of the five grandkids with my cousins being born a lot later than me and my sisters. My family is a traditional WASP family and staunchly conservative with Aunt Lee actively being a cop right now while my parents and Grandpa served in the military. Growing up undeniably queer was hilarious, I know. But the family dynamic wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, my family did a good job of trying to hide the fact that Renee was the favorite child lol, but that was more on the basis of her having the same traditional values that they do until Aunt Lee had Suzie, then she obviously became the favorite. Fine by me, she’s an adorable girl and I love spoiling her. Also, ACAB does apply for Aunt Lee for being complacent in this system, it’s not just the most relevant part of the story besides explaining how she fits into the family dynamic

But then Lee had Lucas a few years later and the focus in the family shifted to him. At first, it was baby fever making everyone dote over him (and I’m guilty of this too) but after a while, I realized that the fever hasn’t died down. If we had family reunions, everyone would flock to Lucas and I would be the one watching Suzie. For a toddler, she’s a great conversationalist, but it was still sad to see all her aunts and uncles and cousins showering her baby brother with attention and not her. And then the comments started. That my father would only refer to Lucas as “my nephew” even when talking directly to Lee (unhinged to witness in person). That Grandpa was so happy to finally have a grandson (felt great). The lady-killer comments and guessing what profession he’s gonna go into based on how chubby of a baby he is (the money’s on Linebacker, little dude is built like a truck). Stuff like that

None of these comments were ever made about Suzie when she was born, and I really don’t want to admit that it’s because Lucas is a boy, but thats the only answer I can think of when trying to understand the favoritism. Lucas is showered in gifts and love and while I know newborns need that, Suzie received nowhere near this much attention. Lee’s husband doesn’t go to family functions because he works full time, but I heard Suzie mumble at Thanksgiving last month that she wanted to go home to daddy. It broke my fucking heart, so I called him and she got to FaceTime with my uncle until my phone died

At this point, I’m not even upset that the family ignores my obvious trans-ness as I’m over a year on T (paid for by myself too) in favor of my boy cousin. I’m upset that Suzie is getting left out of the fawning while she’s still super young and she could grow up resenting Lucas because of it.

Anyways, so this morning we opened gifts as an immediate family and I got to FaceTime my significant other as they unboxed their gift from me and we were having a good time until my dad FaceTimes Grandpa. Grandpa answers and Dad immediately asks how his nephew is. Lucas is pushed in front of the phone and all I can hear is asking about how Lucas is, is Lucas talking yet, is Lucas reading yet. I manage to squeeze my head in and ask about Suzie and Lee’s voice off camera says that “oh she’s fine, just snobbish.” Snobbish? A five year old?

And here’s where I’m probably the Asshole. Honestly, I’m looking between ESH and JAH here, but would perfectly understandable if tumblr decides YTA. My response to Lee’s comment was: “well maybe she wouldn’t be if everyone didn’t pick Lucas as the family favorite.”

My dad smacked me upside the head, Renee and Bea got really pissed off, and the FaceTime went quiet until it was cut off and Grandpa called back to talk to Dad privately. Bea called me an asshole and while my Mom got onto her for her language, Mom agreed that I was.

My dad came back from the phone and did the silent point towards his bedroom, y’all with shitty parents know the one. Because I’m twenty fucking years old and pay RENT here, I shook my head, grabbed my keys, and went to go hang out with my significant partner and work friends. We had a great time and I’m currently in the car with my significant other while typing this. I’m gonna spend the night at their place and go back in the morning to see how bad the damage is. My significant other says I was justified in what I said, but two of my work friends (one who’s a Cishet guy who grew up in a similar household and another who’s a new dad with his own son) say that what I said was uncalled for and rude. They explained that I had no right to weaponize Lucas and Suzie like that and I understand that. I’m just tired of Suzie being neglected and, selfishly I know, I’m tired of how my identity is ignored as well

So, tumblr, AITA?

TL;DR, My two year old cousin is the “only” grandson in the family. The family ignores my male identity and my baby cousin’s five year old sister to fawn over the two year old. Am I The Asshole for pointing this out point blank in front of the whole family on Christmas morning?

What are these acronyms?

[deeppenguinstudent]

"When's your roommate getting here?" Neil saw Jean adjust his hair as he gazed at his reflection on his phone's flipped camera.

"I don't know, Kev basically lives on the court," Neil grumbled as he rested his head against the armrest of the couch, "I would have followed him if I wasn't tasked with showing you around campus."

Jean rolled his eyes before he made his way to the couch and gently lifted up Neil's stretched out legs before sliding beneath them, "No, your coach banned you from playing because your headstrong personality earned you a fractured heel."

As if to prove his point, Jean pinched his heel that made Neil let out a yelp before glaring at him.

"Whatever, wait, why do you care about Kev anyways?" Neil raised his eyebrows accusingly.

Jean huffed as he lounged further into the cushions of the couch as if it could swallow him whole. "Apparently, my roommates a huge asshole; messy, wakes up at erratic hours and ants crawl all over his apartment because he leaves stashes of sweets everywhere."

"Sounds like a huge asshole," Neil smirked at his friends despondent story, "Perfect, I think you'd get along just fine."

"Well, too bad I managed to convince the dorm directory to allow me to change my room." Jean scowled at Neil as his hands subconsciously started massaging the sore numbness the pain aching at the sole of Neil's foot. "All I need is for your roommate to sign a consent form, and I'll move my luggage right into his room."

"Good luck, Kev would rather die than live with some sugar crazed maniac."

"See, I was skeptical at first, but Catalina told me apparently both our roommates are practically joined at the hip outside of practice, so I'm placing my trust in her so your Kevin can suffer in my stead."

"I can't believe you're getting closer to the Trojans instead of the Foxes." Neil scorned in faux annoyance, trying to get a rise out of Jean. "After years of friendship, I guess it's true, it's always the ones you trust most in the end."

Before Jean could get a word in, both their heads snapped to the front door when it thudded open harshly. Jean cringed inwardly - he could see why Neil had always complained about Kevin's clambering attitude.

"Who's your friend?" Jean heard a breathy voice exhale as the jingling of the keychain attached to the dorm card clacked against the dining table.

"Jean Moreau, pleasure to- fuck."

Questioning green eyes scrutinised him further as he swore in French. He could feel his breath choke as he willed himself not to look at the punishing outline of Kevin's abs hidden beneath a white tank top.

"Why'd you take so long halfwit?" Neil jibed, and when Kevin's gaze tore away from Jean, he allowed himself to leer at the muscle that was framed sinfully perfect along his tank top.

Kevin sighed heavily, "I had to run to the damn court with no breaks since you didn't fucking wake me up for practice."

"How far is the court?" Jean side-glanced Neil, who was perplexed at his sudden interest in Exy.

"Around 4 miles."

Neil heard Jean swear under his breath again and furrowed his eyebrows at his abnormal behaviour.

A trilling sound emerged from Jean's phone as he groaned out a sound of displeasure. He really wanted to stay around the dorms, especially with the new appearance of Neil's hot roommate that would probably haunt his dreams for the next week or so. Alas, as Jean looked at the clock, he realised he would be embarrassingly late to one of his first classes of the semester if he didn't make a move as of this instant.

"Sorry, I was going to discuss the logistics of this but I'll have to make it quick since Mr Hollister will have my ass beat if I don't make it on time to my first class."

"You take history?" Kevin inquired as he now heeded Jean's form with interest.

"It's an extra subject," Jean avoided Kevin's intense stare as his heart picked up at his perusal, "My sister fawns over oldern text, but she can't speak English fluently as a child, so I had to translate it all in French for her. I guess it stuck with me thereafter."

Kevin nodded in understanding, but his expression morphed into a slight smile that Neil was sure he had never seen despite rooming with him for nearly a year.

"Anyways, Kev, so basically Jean was wondering whether you would susceptible for him to switch-"

Jean let out an indiginified shriek before abruptly clearing his throat and shooting an ardent glare at Neil.

"Since I'm new around here, Neil thought it would be best if I stayed with someone I was more familiar with," Jean paused before simpering slightly, "Obviously, I believe staying with Neil would be the best case but since he's injured, he suggested for me to take his place in this dorm until his heel is fully recovered."

Neil blinked in perplexion as Kevin nodded slowly in understanding, and Jean leisurely stood up before pocketing his phone.

"What- "

Before Neil could protest, Jean leaned down beside his ear and mumbled in low French.

"Please just do this for me. It is so unfair that you get such a hot roommate whom you barely talk about while I have to suffer with some crazed sugar rush maniac. It's just less than a month, I'll do anything."

"Come to my Exy game next week," Neil responded in French without missing a beat.

He felt Jean falter. Neil had been pestering for Jean to accompany him to an Exy game since they were children. The Frenchman always just sneered before belittling Neil for his unearthly infatuation for the stupid sport. Jean's hand squeezed his shoulder before placing a swift peck on his cheek and tilted his head to allow the red-haired boy to do the same.

"Then I'll be off. Don't strain your heel too much, Achilles. I'll be back in the evening to help you move. See you around Kevin," Jean slid on his shoes as he waved at the duo.

"You didn't even tell me who my roommate was!" Neil suddenly shouted, hoping to garner some reprieve by startling Jean.

"Andrew Minyard," Jean called out equally as loud.

Neil's teeth gritted as he sulked on the couch and pointedly ignored Kevin's stare. He had seen Andrew, but his standoffish demeanour made Matt promise Neil he would stay away from the blonde. Now he was walking in with his hands tied right into the jaws on the beast; just great.

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a startling realization pt1

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Summary: Oakley returns to campus after a trip with his mates and steadily comes to realize he's developed feelings for you

Pairing: Oakley x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning/s: frat boy friends vibes; bit of angst; probably not a completely accurate referencing to the events of 'Unrelated' [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: prequel piece to 'just another memory' but can be read alone; Oakley is a SIMP in the making for Reader

There'd been a strange sinking feeling in Oakley's stomach since he and his mates hit the road back to Cambridge. It was the kind that he'd only ever felt when he knew he'd done something that could get his mother cross at him and she and his father would impose some form of punishment on him. Perhaps revoke his cell phone for a week so he couldn't join his friends on their regular scheduled shenanigans. Or chat up some stunner that he'd met the week prior.

But things were different now. He was no longer bound by their rules for the most part. He was free to do whatever he wished and this trip to Italy was the perfect showcase of that new dynamic. All he had to do was get his degree and get a job, and he would still have their support and financial aid so that he wouldn't have to stay at the dorms or even have to tough it out with a roommate that might not approve of the way he lived day in day out.

The only person keeping him in check now was himself, and as far as he was concerned, there was nothing he'd done in Italy that he wouldn't have done in Cambridge. He had a bloody good time there, even, getting to engage in not just one but two flings, and one of them with an older woman.

And yet, when he thought back on every touch, every kiss, that he'd shared with either of the women, that pit in his stomach would form again. As if the activities he'd engaged in during his vacation were somehow the "wrong thing" that could make someone responsible for him cross.

But why?

"You're awfully quiet back there, mate. Which one of your lucky ladies is taking up space in that randy little brain o' yours, I reckon?" Eric teased, lightly tapping the curly blond's head as he plopped down on the seat next to him, jostling him out of his dwelling over why there was a pit in his stomach to begin with.

"I've no idea what you're on about, mate, I'm not thinking of anyone," he tried to brush it off, brows furrowing together when he tried to remember that night in the pool and the knots in his stomach worsened. Like the memories he made in Italy were not something he could look back at with fondness.

If he dwelled on it for even a second longer than necessary, it almost felt as if he was looking back on those memories with a touch of shame.

"Ah come on, Oaks, you tellin' everyone 'ere that you're not thinking about that stunner of a blonde Elizabetta? Even I'm thinking 'bout her and it wasn't my tongue down 'er throat." Eric crowded his space, squishing him to the side of the van. "Or even that cougar Anna, my lord, man that one was fawning and doting after you!"

As if right on cue, his mobile rang and vibrated violently in his pocket. Another call. He didn't need to even glance at the tiny device to know who it was. She'd been calling since just a few minutes after they'd all said their goodbyes.

That was over 24 hours ago. And he was well on his way back to campus, the scenery already began to elicit that feeling of 'home'. Or at least of familiarity.

"Speak o' the devil! Why don't you pick it up, Oaks? Be a grand old time hearing her pining after you again." His friend flailed into his side, dramatically placing the back of his hand on his brow. "'Oh Oakley how I miss you terribly, why don't I come visit you on Cambridge and we can live out any professor fantasies you might have in that virile young college brain? I'll even get the glasses and the pencil skirt just for you."

"Sod off," he grunted, trying to chuckle away the mental image. Another thing that was bothering him: Those fantasies that he'd had before they left for Italy a little over a month ago…none of them appealed to him now. "If you want, you take her number and live out those filthy little daydreams of yours, mate."

All that he could manage to think of at the moment was the melancholic knowledge that when he got back to his apartment, there would be no one there. He wasn't coming home to anyone. That didn't used to bother him before, but for some reason sitting in this van with all his mates and having to hear them be completely taken up with his own conquests in this trip made him feel as if he should be guilty and shameful somehow of the way he acted. The way he treated both the women that he encountered and found himself entangled with.

This is ridiculous, you're not looking for a wife, you batty little git, he hissed at himself, trying to supress the urge to let out a deep exhale. That would set off everyone in the van. Besides, you don't even know anyone that's even remotely wife material.

"Hey hey hey look alive, lads," Marcus, the one at the wheel, started to call out. His tone was brimming with wanton intent. "We are steadily approaching the dorms, and you know what comes after."

"Sorority row!" the rest of the van cheered, proceeding to make botched barking sounds, effectively drowning out the relentless ringing of Oakley's phone.

But the mention of the dorms finally had him sitting up straighter, realization dawning on him that he was wrong. He actually already knew someone who was so much more than "wife material". Someone brilliant and diligent that had a part of him driven to make the steps to be someone better.

Someone that he called his best friend. Better than anyone in the van with him tonight.

You.

"Marcus, could you drop me off here?" he called out, his stomach flipping at the sight of your familiar silhouette jogging to the front door of your dormitory.

His friends' remarks faded into a dull buzzing in the background as he got off the van, making his way over to you and staying still by your side while you did your step-ups at the bottom step of the stairs. It only took a few moments before you shifted your gaze at him, removing your earphones and hooking the cord behind your head before giving him a beaming grin.

"Goldie Long Legs!" you squealed, the exhilaration from your workout giving you an adorably flushed look, the slightest tinge of pink on your cheeks. "I didn't know you were coming back tonight."

"I was gonna give you a call when I woke up tomorrow, but then I saw you." He did his best not to pay too much attention to the strange somersaults his stomach was making the longer he stared at you. "Coffee?" He tried to keep his tone casual, despite the way his voice cracked on the last syllable, as if he was a nervous lad asking a girl out for the first time.

You answered a giggle that had his heart doing the most bizarre acrobatics in his chest. Why was he reacting to you like this? Was it simply the lack of a woman's presence the last two days as they made their way back, making this reaction more primal than anything else? Was it your exercise outfit and the way the fabric clung to the curves that were rarely ever out for him to take notice of before?

Was it something else? Something that was simply…uniquely…you?

"Coffee? At this hour?" you laughed off his offer. "All the coffee shops are closed by now, and you know how you get with caffeine, Goldie. If you have a sip, you won't know a peaceful night's sleep tonight."

"Oi! Lookin' good there, Y/L/N!" Eric hollered from the van. Oakley's skin bristled seeing how his friend leered over your figure. "Shame you didn't join us, Italy woulda been an even prettier sight with you around."

"Rather not add to the trail of broken hearts you lot left behind," you shot back flawlessly, sticking your tongue out at the boys in the van. "I know you lads well enough to know you didn't behave yourselves."

"Oaks over there's the worst offender of us all!" Eric pouted, pointing at the curly haired blond. "Two flings. At the same time. Shoulda seen him, Y/L/N, he was at the top of his game."

The playful smile on your face faltered for a fraction of a second before you recomposed yourself. That infinitesimal moment was more than enough for the pit in his stomach to make its presence felt once again. Now Oakley knew what it was, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Shame. And the worry that knowing what he'd done back there would somehow taint your perception of him. When your gaze darted to him once again, he had to fight back the words that wanted to stumble clumsily out of his mouth. They meant nothing to me.

In the moment they were fascinating, and truthfully while he was in said moment, he thought about how things would go moving forward. If he would try to pursue anything with either of them, but ultimately the immediate answer was 'No'. Back then he didn't know quite yet the reason behind his mind's outright refusal, but now he did.

This dalliance was a mistake. I have someone so much better back at home and I've been a fool not to see it.

"Quite the juggling act, Goldie," you remarked, your tone more hushed than before. It felt as if you were putting distance between the two of you despite not having moved an inch. Like there was a wall he couldn't quite scale now just to get to you.

"One o' them even gave him a nice lil picture o' her. A breathtaking blonde called Elizabetta. Ohh man not even the finest girls in sorority row can compare."

Shut up, you little twat, he internally seethed, wanting nothing more than to throw whatever he could get his hands on at Eric's head so that he could just. Stop. Talking.

And then his mobile started ringing again. And your smile disappeared, your face looking as if it was struggling to decide how to reconfigure itself, your neck twitching with every shrill note of his ringtone. "That's probably that breathtaking blonde now," you said in an eerily chipper tone. "I won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you're tired from the trip. And you'd like to spend the night speaking with your new lady friend."

"Oh that's not even the blonde! That's the other one!" Dammit Eric, stop talking. "Older lady. Head over heels for him, she couldn't keep her hands off him every time they were in the room together. Told you, Y/L/N. Top of his game."

"Ohh so a lady lady friend. All worldly and whatnot…" Even your body language was throwing him off now, way too casual to fit how he himself felt in this moment. The feeling of wanting more than anything to explain. "Well then, I really don't want to keep you. I know better than to keep my elders waiting, you should, too."

The boys in the van started cheering and clapping over your remark, jokingly chanting "One of us! One of us!" as you gave them a curtsy, making a motion as if you were wearing a skirt rather than your black and hot pink leggings.

It was only when you were halfway up the steps to your dorm building that he managed to find his voice again. "Breakfast tomorrow? My treat?"

You only answered with another giggle. "Did you hit your head or something back in Italy? You don't do breakfast, Oakley. At most you do half a protein bar at first period. From my purse. I'll see you at lunch. I mean…if you're not too busy with your new lady friends or whatever."

He couldn't come up with an intelligible enough response, instead watching you walk into your building and shutting the door, wiping away at your face with your towel. All that he could do was walk back into the van, telling Marcus in a daze, "Drop me off at my place. I'm not in the mood for stop overs at sorority row."

Oakley wasn't in the mood for any more games. Any more women. Not tonight.

The next morning the first thing he did was call up his service provider to see about getting a number blocked, and then he grabbed his wallet, rummaging around in his desk drawer for a handful of photos to place in front of Elizabetta's. A group photo with his mates from their first class project in freshman year, a photo with his family. A photo of a stolen moment with you where you two were wielding chopsticks at each other in a playful "stand off" for a potsticker, and your graduation photo.

On a whim, he placed the potsticker one in the front, a fond smile stretching across his face as he traced his finger over your face in the picture. And then his alarm clock began to ring and the sound quickly filled his apartment, springing him into action to find the nearest clean outfit he had lying around.

He nearly broke a sweat with how fast he ran to your dorm building, hoping he'd catch you before you started walking toward wherever you'd decided to grab breakfast for this morning. Right as he was across the street from the front doors, you walked out, one earphone plugged in and the other dangling from the cord, undoubtedly mouthing along to whichever song was topping the chart this week.

"Y/N!" He internally winced at the hoarseness in his voice. He wasn't even running for that long; how was it that he was already heaving for air?

Your head snapped up to his direction at the sound of your name, shock registering on your face when your eyes met his. Followed by confusion, your brows adorably knitting together as you watched him jogging towards you as he crossed the street.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods at this hour, Goldie?" you greeted him with a smile, hooking the cord of your earphones behind your neck. "Have a breakfast date with one of the girls from my building? You must have it bad for this one if you're willing to wake up so early for--"

"Y/N, I'm…I'm not here for someone from your building," he cut you off, wiping his hands on his shorts before standing up straight, trying to get his heart to stop beating so bloody fast. "I asked you to breakfast last night, remember? My treat?"

His response had you visibly taken aback. "Oh…" The word came out more like a squeak, making you clear your throat. "I uhh…I thought you just offered that as a nicety. For catching up. We could've done lunch…or you know, coffee now that it's a reasonable hour."

"We could do that, too," he said in a rush, fighting against the strange instinctual urge to reach for your hand as the worry that you might wave him off and start walking away crossed his mind. "After breakfast?"

You shuffled your feet in place, slightly swaying back and forth. It was a motion he knew all too well from you, the one that told him you were trying to think something through, trying to find the reason and the rationality in something before deciding what to say or do next. Had it been any other day, any other circumstance, and had he not been grappling with finding his own sense of rationality in why there was suddenly this shift on how he was acting and reacting around you, he would have swayed with you.

After a few moments your mouth stretched into a half-smile, shrugging before tilting your head in the direction of a nearby cafe and bakery. "Alright then. Let's go."

Oakley couldn't help how his face broke out into a grin, a touch too eagerly falling into step with you, still fighting the urge to reach for your hand. To lace his fingers with yours.

"So tell me all about Italy," you started, looking up at him and squinting your eyes as the morning sun hit your features. "Start with the food because I want to know if handmade pasta--"

"We can talk about Italy later," he breathed out, finally losing the struggle to not reach for you and settling on lightly resting his hand just above the small of your back. "Tell me about what you've been up to the last six weeks."

He'd try and process what it meant later. That all he wanted to do was know how you'd spent your time apart. That he wanted to hear your stories rather than speak about his own. That much as it was an extraordinary experience to roam Italy with his mates, the only thing he could think of now was how it could have been even more beautiful if he perhaps…experienced it with you.

"Oh…" Your voice got smaller again, as if you were struggling yourself to find words. "Well truthfully they were quite boring. My sister visited campus to drag me to the shopping plaza to overhaul my wardrobe. She's quite literally holding my jumpers hostage and replaced them all with…well, things like these." You awkwardly motioned at the dress you were wearing, a frilly sage number with a bow. "I look ridiculous."

"You look beautiful," he blurted out, immediately biting the inside of his cheek when you snapped your head up to give him a questioning look. A new feeling flooded him. Something almost akin to…fear? His heart was still pounding and thrashing in his chest, his breathing thready like the air was too thin.

Like he was afraid that you'd look at him and see right through him. Right into his soul. His deepest, most secret thoughts. Thoughts he hadn't even dared to properly articulate with himself.

And if you saw them, if you saw him, you would walk away without a second thought. Those words that he was so used to wielding without completely meaning it when he was around other girls, he'd uttered to you with the weight of every unspoken thought he'd had of you since last night.

With every ounce of sincerity and honesty that felt so foreign for him to possess.

"Oh please, Goldie, you don't have to butter me up," you laughed off his compliment, waving it away with your hand like it was a little housefly flitting away by your face. "You don't have to lay it on--"

"I'm not." The words were flying out of him faster than his brain could filter them. "You're beautiful, Y/N. And it's not because your sister overhauled your wardrobe or you changed your hair. It's you." His heart caught in his throat seeing your eyes widen, the questions and the confusion in them mirroring his own. What was wrong with him today? "All of you."

You pursed your lips, already looking back in the opposite direction like you were second guessing agreeing to sharing a meal with him. Or maybe even sharing any form of time with him. He already wanted to hit himself for not keeping his mouth shut, he probably just flushed your entire friendship down the toilet all because he started acting the same way he did when he was in the first grade talking to the prettiest girl in class.

"Hmmm," you sounded through pursed lips, taking a deep breath before your features morphed into that all too composed smile that you gave him and his mates last night. "And here I thought all I had going for me was my winning personailty."

"That's just a part of it," he shot back, failing to fight the urge to touch his hand to your arm as you reached the cafe, helping you keep steady as you walked up the elevated platform leading to the door. Right as you walked past him when he opened the door for you, he caught a wisp of your perfume. The same one you'd worn every day since the day he met you, the scent of apples and mandarin blanketing him with a warmth that took him aback.

Memories of his weeks in Italy now bombarded him. How he would relish the apples that he had, breathing in the scent before taking a bite. How he brought an apple when he and the rest of the group visited a citrus grove, and how the combined smells reminded him of home.

Only his family home didn't smell like that at all. It smelled of tea plants and bergamot.

"Oakley?" Your voice broke through his memories. "You alright over there?"

He took in the sight of you, a single eyebrow raised looking like you were amused by his stupefied state, the corner of your mouth upturned in a little smirk. "Right as rain," he choked out, finding it hard to breathe properly with his heart beating so fast it might as well be The Flash on a treadmill. "Just not used to being up this early, is all."

You only wagged your finger at him, tsk'ing in response when he stepped up next to you at the counter. "Shouldn't have shocked your system with changing your routine like that, Goldie. You have to ease yourself into it, take baby steps. Otherwise you'll crash midday and end up taking a twenty-minute nap that quickly turns into four hours, miss a lecture, and then you'll have to rely on my notes. Again."

"Ah, you should know me better by now, Y/N. I'll need to rely on your notes even if I'm wide awake, I can never pay attention to those old windbags."

His words had you rolling your eyes to the ceiling, a devious smile playing at your lips. He couldn't take his eyes off you, every waking brain cell screaming at him to take your face in his hands and kiss you.

"And here I thought your time with your new worldly lady friend would have you respecting our elders a bit more," you quipped, laughing at him when all he could do in response was audibly choke on the air. "Maybe we can hack that debauched brain of yours. Pretend those old windbags are your older lady friend instead, or pretend one of the pretty girls in our lecture room is your breathtaking blonde Italian beauty. Maybe then you'll pay a bit more attention in class."

I won't, his mind protested. Why would I look anywhere else when you're right next to me?

"I really don't think so," he said softly, letting out a chuckle when all you did was shake your head at him, proceeding to order a bacon cheese waffle sandwich and the first of a handful of coffees you'd be drinking throughout the day. All the while Oakley watched you, a fond smile stretching across his face as he lost himself in the memory of the citrus grove again. The scent he was chasing the entire way to Italy and back.

Your scent.

Home

A/N: Sometime last year I made a lil note in my idea notebook to make a prequel piece to 'just another memory' and now here we are…and it's gonna be a 2-parter with a potential alternate ending because the lil gremlin horn dogs in my writer brain want a scenario where she chooses…well, y'know what, you'll know who it is soon enough 😈😈

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[wayfayrr]

Read how the Links would not be ok if you liked a villain. Hm…I don’t like a villain, don’t worry lol. But I have thought about Ganon (totk) and how I feel bad for him. My ex told me (as he’s way more familiar w the games than me) that Ganon is evil bc he’s corrupted by gloom from Demise or something. Therefore it’s not completely his fault, because also I mean, no one is just born evil like that. So I’ve sometimes looked at him in the cut scenes (haven’t finished the game yet so idk the ending) and thought “y do we have to hurt him? If he’s just corrupted by the gloom from demise, then y can’t we find a way to save him? Bc then the three parts of the triangle could work together! So how would Tears feel about that idea floating around my head? Bc I’m not romantically interested in Ganon or anything, just wanna save him.

Also from my last ask, me killing the npcs by accident and laughing like a maniac. Yeah so an example of that would be when you have to save the dude w the horn or whatever (from the band) in the big hole he fell into, and get his wagon out too. So I still only had one battery, so when I attached the hot air balloon and flame emitter, it ate my battery too fast to get out. So the first time I didn’t know that’d happen, so we went up then immediately dropped down and it froze the screen on the dude’s face and his speech bubble said something like “omg I’m gonna die! Put me down!!” And then went black. And that’s where I laughed and my roommate looked at me very concerned 😂

On another side note: yeah no, totally don’t change the camera angle to look at Link’s face, or take pictures, or put him in the Gerudo vai outfit bc I think it’s the cutest thing ever lol. What does Wild think of that outfit? What does he think of me liking that outfit?🙈😂

as for the first bit I think he'd respect the thought behind it - it'd be making his life easier if that would be possible after all, which means more time to fawn over you instead! he also respects how hopeful it is, because honestly ganon is as much a pawn to the games code as he used to be too - he isn't even aware of it either, just a soulless husk for the code to puppet for it's tasks. but don't put too much thought into ganon, else he's going to get jealous. Why are you thinking about him so much when he isn't alive, when he's right here!! if you say too much about ganon without stopping to think about him then it's going to really start getting on his nerves.

sfdgvaesvgadvgga that quest becomes so much easier when you realise you can just recall something back up to the top after pushing it into the hole lmao (definitely not how I solved the quest nuh uh) (also I'm guessing by other ask you mean the one where you used link to calculate hp?) but I can see why your roommate was concerned after the fade to black when you were laughing sdfsdfvdsv

also no never zooming in on his face never ever nuh uh

(only the last one is mine, the others are from pintrest)

I think wild would love the vai outfit - like how tears adores the frostbite one, and it's less the outfit itself and more your reaction to them. even if right now they're just your dressup dolls soon enough they'll be able to show off the outfits for you as more than just pixels on a screen <33

[surrogate-fawn]

End of Term (NYC College AU)

Part 1 of 2

(Link to Part 2 will appear here when posted)

Summary: Fawn is a small-town girl from West Virginia trying to find her future in the Big Apple. She's left everything from her past behind her . . . or so she thinks. During her final exams, Fawn is completely unaware that she's been pregnant since before the semester began -- and her labor has started. As her discomfort grows more intense throughout the day, Fawn gets a little closer to discovering the cause of it. Hopefully, it doesn't take her too long to figure it out.

((This story features Newt, who belongs to @mittysins.))

TW: Cryptic pregnancy, graphic bodily descriptions, implications of past abuse, emotionally traumatic birth experience.

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I still wasn't used to the subway trains. Sitting on one was like riding an elevator sideways during an earthquake. The g-force of every start and stop made my stomach lurch, and I still almost flew outta my seat every time. I could expect to be a little queasy by the time Newt and I reached our last stop -- and that was when I didn't wake up sick.

"Bleh. I blame YOU for this!" I text messaged Newt, despite the fact he was sitting a few seats over. He was sitting in our usual spot, but that morning I needed to sit in the back corner, where I could curl up and rest against the wall.

I saw Newt check his phone from the corner of my eye, and seconds later I got his reply: "How is indigestion MY fault?"

"I didn't even want takeout until YOU asked for it." I was sure to put a goofy emoji at the end of the message to show I was being sarcastic.

"Sorry. Cravings." Newt replied. A second later he sent a gif of a cartoon cat shrugging.

I leaned over and met his eyes with a deliberately exaggerated frown. There were several strangers sitting between us, and I probably looked crazy -- but what else was new in this city? I hit 'send', and watched Newt check his phone. I delighted in his held back snicker when he saw the giant picture of a middle finger on his screen.

That morning marked the start of our first finals week as freshman at Queens College. Newt and I had stayed up as late as possible, doing some last-minute study cramming at my apartment. Now that Newt was entering his second trimester, he was trading in his morning sickness for late-night cravings of Chinese food -- specifically steamed dumplings with fried rice (but it had to be plain rice, he'd cried when I'd accidentally ordered the pork rice).

"You're a bad influence on me, lol. I need to stop joining in on your craving binges." I hugged my backpack tighter to my stomach as my guts cramped again.

"I'm not the one who ordered two boxes of sesame chicken and three extra egg rolls." Newt retorted. A second later: "Not to mention the lo mein."

"The lo mein was supposed to be for lunch today! >:("

"Ye right. ;)"

Fine, yeah, I'd overdone it last night. I could barely contain myself around food anymore. Ever since I'd arrived in New York City that past summer, I'd been overeating. I guess I was eating my emotions. The stress had been piling up all fuckin' semester!

Moving from the suburbs of West Virginia to such a huge city had my nerves fried by the time I settled into my teeny-tiny apartment that was more expensive than a house back home. Stacked on that was the anxiety of starting school. Stacked on that was the fact my roommate, Makayla, refused to do her share of chores. Stacked on that was homesickness. Stacked on that was studying enough to not lose my scholarship. Then stacked on all of that, my one and only friend in this city was dealing with an unplanned pregnancy.

If my next-door neighbor hadn't been Newt, I'd still be floundering. Without a doubt. We clicked at first sight, as if we'd known each other in a past life. He was my lifeline. Newt had lived in Manhattan all his life, but Queens College was the only local school within his budget and that's how we'd ended up in the same off-campus student housing. He was the one that taught me street-smarts -- which roads to avoid at night, where the best Mom-and-Pop restaurants were, how to hail a cab, and how to read the hieroglyphics that were the subway maps. Although we'd only been friends for barely a month when he knocked on my door with a positive pregnancy test and tears in his eyes, I'd never thought twice about being his shoulder to cry on and his hand to hold.

I didn't care if worrying over him added to the stress of my new life here, it was a worry I gladly carried.

But it seemed all that stress was finally catching up to me.

As the train came to another screaming halt, I was twisting myself into a pretzel. My stomach was cramping again, straining hard to move along the mountain of food I'd eaten twelve hours earlier. The doors slid open, and several passengers I recognized as fellow students stood up. Newt joined them, slinging his bookbag over his shoulder and plucking the air pods out of his ears. I knew I needed to get up, but my legs needed a few extra seconds of convincing.

"You good?" Newt asked as he watched me lift myself off the seat in segments.

"I'm fine," I said, walking with him onto the platform. "I just hope that Pepto kicks in soon."

"How many exams you got today?"

"Three," I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders. "Chemistry, biology, and that stupid-ass remedial algebra class."

"Ha! I've only got two," Newt gloated, pausing to zip up his oversized red jacket.

"Uh-huh, but don't you have to wait eight hours between them?"

"Gives me plenty of time to study," he said as we continued up the station stairs. The sonofabitch was talking like he hadn't been complaining all week about his morning class and evening class having the same exam day.

"Please," I smirked, rolling my eyes, "I know you're just gonna play The Sims 4 on your laptop."

We both shivered as we walked out of the muggy underground and into the biting cold winds coming off the harbor. I pulled my hood over my head and pulled the drawstrings tighter around my neck.

"You can't prove anything," Newt grinned, his breath coming out as a soft cloud.

I gave him a comedically unamused look. "You're pregnant, so I'm not gonna hit you."

Newt chuckled and placed his hand over the small, four-month bump that was hiding under his jacket. "Thanks for the save, kiddo."

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The walk to campus was only two blocks, but it felt like I was forcing myself to trudge through mud. I regretted ordering so much food. Clearly, I hadn't learned my lesson, yet.

My overeating the last few months had me in a constant state of bloat. It always felt like a giant water balloon was sitting right on my guts. I was peeing every few minutes, my kidneys working overtime to get rid of the extra fluid I was holding. Gas bubbles were always rolling through me, too. They were mostly just annoying blips of movement but recently they'd gotten painful.

The worst were the large pockets of air that got trapped under my ribs. They would stay there for hours sometimes, making it excruciating to breathe. Nothing in the world could help me when I got like that; I just had to go about my day in agony and wait until the pressure spreading my ribs apart decided to move along.

By now, I was kinda used to functioning while my intestines were trying to kill me; but, God, they were trying extra hard that day.

My stomachache flared up right outside the library, the shortcut I took to get to chemistry class. I sat down on a bench, gripping the edge of the seat and trying not to double over. My sides ached, and a deep stabbing pain plunged deep inside my abdomen. The invisible knife twisted, and I realized I was holding my breath.

"Fawn?"

I looked up at Newt, who had doubled back to check on me. His first class was on the other side of campus, and the library was where our daily routes split for most of the day.

"I'll be fine," I said, waving him away. "I'll buy a soda at lunch. That usually helps."

Newt glanced over his shoulder, down the path he was supposed to take, and then stepped a little closer. "I won't be out of here until five. Don't wait up for me, okay? When you're done with exams, just go home."

"Yeah, I will," I nodded. "That sounds good."

Newt nodded back, looking a lot more at ease. "Is it okay if I come over with some soup later? I found a new recipe online and it looks really good!"

"That's fine," I said, stretching my arms over my head to loosen up my torso. "Just use your key. I'll see 'ya then, bud."

"See you then." He gave me a two-fingered salute and continued on his way.

I checked the time on my phone and sighed. I had to get moving again, or else I'd have half my final exam score deducted for being late. My chemistry professor was a real stickler for being on-time.

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I'd moved to New York City to finally get my degree in Botany & Plant Science. It'd been my dream for a while to become a researcher and study the pharmaceutical use of plants. Having a pair of old hippies as parents will inspire that interest in 'ya. Queens College was the best scholarship I could get out-of-state, and I had to be out-of-state. I just had to be.

I already had trouble fitting in with my classmates as a "mature" undergrad student. Since when was twenty-nine considered too "mature" for college?! All of my subjects were basic introductory courses, and that meant I was surrounded by fresh-faced teenagers less than a year out of high school. Even Newt wasn't that young. He'd taken a few years off before college, but apparently twenty-four was still young enough to fit in with the crowd.

At least not having any classroom friends meant I was left alone that morning. I sat in my assigned seat and watched the rest of the students file in from the hallway. The desk allowed me to hunch down when my stomach clenched again, the muscles in my abs pinching hard. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot, trying to distract myself from the storm brewing inside me as the professor laid out the rules of the exam period.

I was in pain for that entire hour. It was hard to keep up with the time limit. I had to pause on several multiple-choice questions -- sometimes because they were challenging, other times because the stabbing, twisting pain was flaring up. I began fantasizing about how good I'd feel after I was able to get my hands on a soda, and that daydream carried me through.

Shockingly, I was one of the first students to stand up -- and I'd finished with barely eleven minutes to spare. My professor nodded at me as I placed my exam packet on his desk, and he quietly wished me a good winter break as I shuffled out the door.

Freedom at last! There were about two hours to kill before my biology exam, so I was sure with a light snack and some rest I'd be feeling better by then.

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I'd worked hard to build up enough of a nest egg to live off in New York. I'd squirreled money away for three years in a secret bank account, and lied to Alexander about how much my hourly pay was. My scholarship covered only part of my housing costs, and I knew living off savings couldn't last all four years of school. However, I was not going to stress over buying a three-dollar root beer when it felt like I was being wrung like a washcloth.

The dining hall at Queens was a glorified cafeteria: fold-out tables, plastic chairs, too much noise and not enough space. I really wasn't hungry, but I knew if I skipped out on lunch I would regret it later. So, I stopped by the Nathan's stand to grab a hotdog and bag of plain potato chips to go with my large cup of carbonated medicine.

I made do with sitting at the empty end of a crowded table, where the huddle of dudes at the other end were playing Magic: the Gathering. That stuff was more Newt's scene than mine, so I put my earbuds in and pulled up the YouTube app on my phone.

The Peanuts Christmas special played on my screen as I nibbled on chips and washed the salt away with long swigs of root beer. I was hoping to summon a little Christmas spirit to help me not feel so dead inside. It was two weeks away, and it was the little candy-red cherry atop my mountain of things to worry about. Between hesitant bites of hotdog, I wondered how I could pry some gift ideas out of Newt last-minute. I'd already gotten him an Amazon gift card, but I wanted to get him something a little more per-.

I sucked a sharp breath through my nostrils, choking on half-chewed bread as my stomach cramped again. It didn't feel the same as the hundreds of other cramps I'd been having. This one was bad. It was really. Fucking. Bad! I curled up in the seat, my hands dipping inside my hoodie pocket to press against my stomach. Even through three layers of clothing, I could feel my muscles clenching.

And it just wouldn't stop. Most of them would fade after a few seconds, but this one just kept going. I doubled over, pressing on my belly and praying the pain would stop.

And then it stopped.

I sat up straight and looked around. No one nearby was paying any attention, but my freckles turned pink anyway as I quickly rose and tossed what was left of my food in the trash. I chugged the rest of the soda.

There were still two exams to go, but I was already checked out for the day. I knew there was a bottle of cupcake vodka leftover from Makayla's birthday party last month. Mixed in a milkshake, that stuff had been sweet enough to give me both a sugar high and a buzz. Maybe if the soda didn't do the trick I'd go home and try soothing my stomach with one of those. I deserved one already, and it wasn't even noon.

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It hurt to be upright.

My biology exam was half lab work and half a written test. The class was split into two groups: one to do the lab first, and one to do the written exam first. Guess which one I was in.

I was white-knuckling that clipboard as I quietly shuffled from one specimen sample to the next. Identify this bone. Identify that leaf. Is this a rock or a fossil? I was rocking my weight from side-to-side as subtly as I could. The cramping hadn't eased up since lunch. I was feeling this one down to the soles of my feet and keeping 'em moving was the only way I could stay standing.

At the apex of the cramp, I grit my teeth as a new pain bloomed deep inside my hips. I leaned my weight over the table, disguising the motion as trying to get a better look at a specimen. A knife-like stab hit my cervix and the ache radiated between my legs.

Ah, okay. I knew that kind of pain, even if it'd been a while.

No wonder the indigestion was so bad. I always got an upset stomach the day my period was due to start. 'Course, I could never tell when I was due. I tried tracking them, but ever since puberty they'd been on a schedule of their own. My cycles had been mild spotting for most of that year, so I figured there was a mighty buildup of Mother Nature in there that was trying to come out. No wonder I was already cramping so hard.

Oh, boy . . . and from my experience, I could tell I was in for a world of hurt once I actually started bleedin'.

I made it through the written half of the exam free of carnage. The pain was somehow easier to deal with when I knew it was all just hormones. At the water fountain down the hall, I popped a few ibuprofen out of my purse and downed them. There, now I knew I'd be feeling better once those puppies kicked in.

Another two hours, and I'd be free to go home.

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I was relaxing on a sofa in the library when I suddenly felt a pouring wetness in the crotch of my pants. Ah, fuck. Fuck!

I left my backpack behind in a panic and speed-walked to the nearest restroom. I subtly pulled my hoodie as far over my hips as possible, hoping to hide anything that leaked through my sweatpants as I shuffled past other quietly studying students. I cussed myself out in my head for not thinking to put on a pad as soon as I started cramping.

Once I was hidden away in a stall, I inspected the damage. My underwear was damp with a watery pink discharge as well as several dark red clots. Yes, some of it had seeped through my pants, but not enough to be noticeable. I could still feel it dripping down into the toilet as I tried to clean everything up.

All it took was that first drop of blood for the cramps to reach their full strength. That was always the case when I missed a few periods. I pressed my lips together to stop a groan from escaping as I doubled over and hugged my midsection. My entire torso throbbed and clenched inward. My toes curled inside my sneakers as the pain once again trickled down to the soles of my feet. My jaw locked up as I grit my teeth against the pain, and I felt a charlie horse starting in the back of my neck.

Everything. Fucking. HURT.

The cramp left me feeling slightly weak. It didn't just disappear, it just . . . settled back into my muscles as a soft, constant ache. I held a wad of toilet paper between my legs for a few seconds, and in that short amount of time it was soaked in pastel pink. The floodgates had opened, and it wasn't going to stop. This pink discharge was no doubt going to become a full red tide by the time I got home.

I returned to the couch wearing a cheap cotton pad from the restroom vending machine. Although it wasn't smart, I swallowed two more ibuprofen dry. I sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, killing the last forty minutes before my exam watching videos on my phone.

The cramps just kept coming. I kept feeling blood gushing out of me and into the pad. My labia were constantly throbbing, and not in the good way. Every time I cramped, it felt like I was being turned inside out.

I seriously considered blowing off my algebra exam. I would fail the class, but I could just re-take it next semester, right? Maybe I could re-schedule the final if I brought in a doctor's note? Well, fuck . . . no, I couldn't do that. My health insurance wouldn't fully cover an emergency room visit and I doubted a doctor's note from three days after the final would be able to save my sorry ass.

Besides, I hated remedial algebra so much I felt nauseous at the thought of doing it again. I was just gonna have to suck it up and get through it like everyone else. Then, I wouldn't have to think about anything else until tomorrow.

God, why me?! Why today of all days to start the worst period in the history of mankind?!

I wondered if there was some cosmic deity out there who was taking joy in my suffering. If so, at least this pain was good for something in the grand scheme of things.

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Despite the biting December air, I felt sweat dripping down my back as I trudged across campus to attend my last exam. It hurt to walk. It hurt to stand. Hell, it just hurt to exist. I made myself keep a steady pace, although my body was demanding I stop with every cramp. When that telltale stabbing would start in my lower back, all I wanted to do was lay on the floor and cry; but I was a grown-up, and I had grown -up stuff to do.

When I sat at my desk, my hips jolted up as if the hard plastic seat had burned me. I let out an involuntary gasp of pain, and my face burned in embarrassment as everyone turned to look at me. I started a chesty cough to disguise the sound.

I hadn't noticed it when sitting on the plush couch, but my labia were ungodly swollen and sore. This was not something that usually happened during my period. I knew my hormones were way out of whack this time around, so . . . maybe it was some weird hormonal reaction?

Whatever it was, it wasn't making the exam any easier.

My whole weight was sitting square on my pelvis in that uncomfortable classroom desk, and it was torture. I tried sitting as far back as I could to take the pressure off, but that just made my tailbone hurt, too.

My pencil slipped in my wet palm as I desperately tried to fill the bubbles in on my scantron sheet. I wriggled my hips, trying in vain to find a way to sit that didn't hurt like hell. Sweat began to drip from under my sports bra beneath my layers of clothing. It was taking everything in my power not to beg my professor to let me take the exam while lying on the floor. Fuck, I'd even do it standing on my head -- anything to get the pressure off my poor vagina.

Ten minutes in I decided to leave my final grade up to fate. I was in so much pain, I no longer cared if I failed the class. I chose my answers based on educated guesses, skipping the solving process entirely.

I was staggering to my feet within twenty minutes, and my professor gave me a scowl when he saw my worksheet hardly had any equations written on it. He leaned in as I placed my scantron on his desk.

"I hope you know you've wasted your time," he whispered, glowering at me from under his bi-focals. "You may as well have not showed up."

The only answer I could offer was a nod. I hurried into the hallway, tears blurring my vision.

I knew I'd wasted my time. I knew I'd fucked myself over. The further I walked down the hall, the more I regretted not trying harder.

I threw the test after ten fuckin' minutes, just so I could go home and be lazy. I wasn't sick, I was just on my period! What sorry excuse was that for wasting tuition money? There were probably dozens of other students in the same amount of pain I was in, but they weren't throwing away their grades over it. God, I was pathetic. I was so determined to pass this stupid remedial class at the start of the semester, even if it was with a 'C', but in ten minutes I'd given up.

Maybe Alex was right. Maybe I was just too damn stupid to be here.

By the time I stepped outside, I was crying. I pulled up my hood to hide the tears and kept my head down as I began the long walk off campus.

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The noon train wasn't as packed as the seven o'clock train, but it was still too full for my liking. That was what I hated about the city; you couldn't go anywhere without brushing shoulders with a stranger.

There were available seats, but I couldn't sit down. My lower lips were throbbing with my heartbeat. I had my arm wrapped around a standing bar, clinging for dear life against the g-forces of the train. My stance had to be wider than natural, or else my thighs would pinch and cause a hot, pulsating pain through my stomach. I knew I probably looked like a drunk trying to hold themselves up against gravity, but I reminded myself that New Yorkers see things like that on the trains all the time. No one would say anything as long as I kept to myself. My hood was still up to hide the leaks in my eyes, the flow of tears I couldn't fully control.

I clung tighter to the bar as I cramped again, and a warm gush soaked into the pad between my legs. My eyes dripped as they stared off into nothing, my mind going blank from the pain. A sudden "buzz-buzz" from the phone in my pocket brought me back from the void. I blinked my vision clear and checked the text message. It was from Newt, replying to a text I'd sent earlier:

"Sorry ur feeling so shit :( You going home?"

I rested my temple against the smudged chrome pole and typed my reply:

"On the train now."

Three grey dots appeared below my message.

Buzz-buzz.

"Still want me to come over??"

I replied: "Yeah. Makayla's with her boyfriend for the week and I need distraction."

Grey dots. Buzz-buzz.

"Awww poor bb. A whole apartment all to yourself. Glad I'm not THAT unlucky. /s "

I grinned and dried half my face on my shoulder. Newt had never fit in with his roommate's group of frat boy sports fans. Just like I had never gelled with Makayla's crowd of hardcore party girls. They weren't "bad" people, they were just . . . not "our" people.

"We need new roommates," I typed.

Dots. Buzz-buzz.

"Ye."

I felt another huge gush, and my thighs pressed together in response. My inner cheek bled as my teeth chopped through it. Fuck. Forgot to not do that.

That cheap pad didn't feel like it was gonna hold up much longer. The last thing I needed was to reenact the elevator scene from The Shining in front of two dozen strangers on the subway. I pulled my hoodie further over my hips, just in case.

"Fair warning," I typed, "my apartment might be a bloodbath by the time you get there."

Dots. Buzz-buzz.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!"

"Omfg."

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"Ohhh my fucking god."

I angled my lower back into the stream of hot water, pressing my hands into the glass wall of the shower. I hung my head as my body gradually clamped down on itself like a vice, tighter . . . tighter . . . tighter. Now that I was safely inside the privacy of my apartment, I could finally deal with the pain how I wanted: whining like a 'lil bitch.

"Ohhh my fucking god," I repeated, the sentence crawling out of my mouth as a slurred moan.

The water splashed pink at my feet. A few dime-sized globs of red fell onto the shower mat and were washed away. My pad had been soaked through with that thin pink discharge, but hardly any real blood. My body must've been trying to break my uterus open like a piggy bank to get out what it needed, because I felt like I was dying.

"God," I dragged the word out for a solid minute in a deep, angry groan as I sank to my knees. I ran out of breath, but the pain kept going. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and pitched forward, eyelids pinched shut and teeth open in a gaping snarl. The muscles in my torso vibrated with tension. It was hard to breathe, my ribs too tight to get a full breath. The air I managed to suck in came back out as another drawn-out groan: "Fuck."

I'd been trying for hours to ease the cramping and indigestion that were teaming up to kill me. I'd taken enough ibuprofen to drop a horse. I'd taken Pepto-Bismol like shots of tequila. Heating pads had helped, but not for long. I'd put an ice pack between my legs to bring down the swelling, but the ice stung. I'd turned the temperature as high as I could tolerate and was now face-down on the shower floor, letting the water hit anywhere it could reach. My skin was scalded red, but the iota of relief I got was worth it.

Knock, knock, knock. Three solid knocks on the bathroom door.

I knelt there with my cheek in a puddle of water, too engulfed in pain to react.

"Soup delivery!" A cheery tenor voice on the other side, somewhat drowned by the water rolling over my ears.

Newt? What was he doing here? He didn't leave school until five. Shit, what time was it? How long had I been home?

I lifted myself onto my elbows, blowing out a long breath as I waited for the pain to fade. As soon as it did, I called loud enough for Newt to hear me over the roar of the shower:

"I'll be out in a sec. Just put everything in the kitchen."

"M'kay."

I didn't hear Newt walk away, but I heard his heavy crockpot being set on the counter -- the kitchen shared a wall with the bathroom. God, that apartment was tiny.

Ugh. I had to get up. I'd been in there too long. The water was turning cold. My hands and feet were pruney. I had to get up. I had to get up.

I climbed up the slick glass wall, leaving smeared handprints in the condensation. The higher I stood on my feet, the worse I felt; but if you'd asked me to describe how, I wouldn't have known what to say. I steadied myself, turned the water off, and opened the shower door.

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There was a fresh bowl waiting for me on the counter as I stepped into the kitchen, but I didn't have an appetite.

"Don't like it?" Newt asked, serving himself a helping of soup from the crockpot.

My hair was hanging limp around my face and shoulders, dripping water like the branches of a weeping willow; but the droplets rolling down my neck weren't water. A sticky layer of sweat was coating my back and my legs beneath my plush winter pajamas. The bowl of homemade French onion soup sat untouched and steaming in front of me.

"No, it looks good," I said. "I just don't really feel like eat--ugh!" Another cramp started and this time I didn't hold back a moan of pain. "Augh!"

Newt set his bowl on the stove and took a few soft-footed steps towards me. "Does your period usually hurt like this?" he asked, rubbing his hand over my back.

I shook my head and braced my hands against the counter, unable to answer him with words. I tried to speak, but my mouth would only allow a series of small moans and gasps as the pain went on and on and on and -- fuck, this wasn't right! It had been almost a year since my last full bleed, but there was no way in hell this level of pain was normal!

I leaned over the counter, rocking my hips in a fruitless bid to shake away the twisting, stabbing, squeezing pain. As I struggled to fill my lungs with air, my mind scrambled for answers. Was this what endometriosis felt like? A cyst rupturing? A fibroid? Oh my god, what if it was a tumor?!

I felt more fluid dripping in globs onto my pad, and I let out a sob. "It feels so bad!" I whimpered to my friend, tears coming to my eyes. "I just . . . just want it to stop!" My lower back suddenly felt like it was going to break, and I let out another sob as my knees began to give out under me.

Newt saw me falling and he acted quick. His arms hooked under my shoulders, and he arched his back to try and keep me standing.

"Woah, hey!" he cried as he caught me in a low crouch, just before I'd hit the ground. "What's wrong?!"

My first thought was to tell him to put me down. He shouldn't be straining himself like that, and I worried about him even through the blinding pain. I opened my mouth to scold him, but that's when it happened. I will never forget the moment it happened.

A huge weight began to sit on my lower bowels, and I swear to god I thought my guts were going to fall out. A tsunami wave of nausea rolled up from that horrible sinking pressure and hit my stomach like a geyser. I dry heaved and sank lower to the floor as my mind was overtaken by one silent demand:

Push!

"Newt-!" was all I managed to gasp.

And then I was bearing down with all my strength.

I'd never felt anything more intense in my life. It was an unholy demon pressing down on me, and I had no choice but to submit.

A scream -- a full, honest-to-god scream -- ripped itself free of my throat. I rested just long enough to inhale, and then I was pushing again, my chin pressed to my chest. I felt a shift deep inside, pressing against my lower spine. Something was prying me open. Something was slipping its way down.

I screamed again as the realization finally dawned on me: Something was coming out!

"Fawn?!" I heard his frantic voice, but my vision was haloed in black. "Fawn, talk to me!"

I held onto Newt as my lifeline, until I ran out of the strength to push anymore. "Help me!" I panted, hugging him closer. "God, please help me!"

"What is it?!"

"I'm fucking turning inside out!" I cried, growling as I pushed the object lower into my pelvis.

At first, I was convinced my colon or something was about to pop out like a fucked up horror movie; but I felt the object heading to a different area of my body. I could feel my swollen labia pushing out into my pad.

"Augh, I think it's my uterus!" I sobbed as I strained -- unable to stop myself in both regards. "That's what's falling out!"

"What the fuck?!" Newt cried. "That can happen?!"

"Yes!"

"Oh, shit!" Newt jumped up and began circling the kitchen. "Where the hell is my phone?! I'm calling 9-1-1!"

"Please fucking do!" I yelled, dropping to all fours as Newt hurried to look for his phone in the living room.

Forbidding myself to push was like forbidding myself to breathe. It simply had to happen. Tears flowed from my eyes as I was forced to push out one of my own internal organs. Not just any organ, the one that would end my dream of having a family once it was gone.

This was hell. I was in hell.

My hips tried to jerk away from the pain as the object began to force itself though my vagina. I felt the object pressing against my pad as I pushed, and I wondered if it would be enough to hold it in. Maybe if I could somehow keep it inside me, the doctors would be able to pull it back in.

The next push told me I had no other choice but it let it out. What was happening was happening fast. Too fast. Too fast! Oh, fuck! I felt my skin yawn open and pull tight, creating a hellish burn that made me scream myself hoarse.

I hiked my pants down and craned my neck to see between my legs. The first thing I saw was a long strand of pink-red mucous clinging to my bulging lips for a few seconds, before dripping down onto the pad at my knees.

I saw a hint of something beginning to breech out of me. It was fleshy and covered in blood. It was somewhat blue colored and wrinkled, and I was terrified. My inside-out uterus was coming out of me, and I couldn't bear the sight.

I shut my eyes tight and screamed through another huge push. I had a flash of the thought: "Since when was my uterus this big? Isn't it supposed to be small?" But it was gone before I could dwell on it.

Newt's footsteps ran back into the kitchen.

"Okay, I found-."

Both his voice and his footsteps came to a screeching halt as they entered the room. I heard something drop to the ground, and it sounded like the heavy-duty casing Newt kept on his cellphone.

"Holy fucking shit . . . !" Newt's voice was muffled, as if he was pressing his hand to his mouth.

"If it's really bad, don't tell me," I begged through gritted teeth, a small sob jolting my shoulders.

Newt didn't say anything, but I heard him drop to his knees in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw him spreading a hand towel from the sink over his lap.

"It's not that bad," he said, taking my arms and adjusting them so I was holding onto his shoulders. His voice was uncanny -- it was obvious he was pretending to be calm.

Newt draped the towel over his hands and my heart dropped.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I've got you covered," he said. "Just push."

"Newt?" I asked, turning my face towards his. My heart was starting to pound behind my eyes. "What's happening to me?"

I didn't see him smile, but his tone remained steady. "It'll be okay, Fawn. I promise."

I gripped his arms tighter as another pain started. "Oh god, I'm dying, aren't I?" I groaned. I wasn't even scared at the thought -- at this point, death felt like the only end to this pain. I'd all but accepted it.

"You're not dying, Fawn," Newt said, brushing his cheek against mine. His fledging facial hair tickled. "You're fine, you just need to push."

Sighing, I lowered my forehead to his shoulder and followed my body's demands. The stretch continued, grew worse by the second, until something round and squishy slipped out and dangled between my thighs.

God, it was finally over.

All we had to do was call an ambulance and they could take me to surgery. However this happened, there was still a chance my uterus could be saved. My dream didn't have to be - !

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, I was still pushing!

I screamed into Newt's body as my burning lips spread further over something wide for a few white-hot seconds. There was a disgusting splash that gushed over my inner thighs, followed by the softest little 'plop'.

I was empty. I felt hollow and numb. My body buzzed, but it felt dead. I was left gasping in deep breaths to steady my racing heart, staring off into nothing over Newt's shoulder. My eyes burned from sweat pouring down my brow.

"Fawn," Newt said -- his voice sounded miles away, "look."

"I don't wanna look at it," I sighed, wiping my face on my sleeve.

That's when she cried for the first time.

A warbled little mewl flew up to meet my ears.

I looked down, in the space between Newt and I . . . and I screamed.

A blue cord of flesh was hanging between my legs, coated in blood. It trailed down in a soft arch to the towel sitting on Newt's lap, where I saw the answer to every question I'd had that day.

Laying there between Newt's hands, squirming and screaming and blue, was a wrinkly newborn baby.

She was a girl.

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End of Part 1 of 2

Author's Note: Thank you for reading Part 1! This is by far the longest fic I've written thus far. It's so long that I had to split it into two chapters! Part 2 will be available very soon. This story will be available on my AO3 page, just like all of my other fics! Feel free to follow me or any of my stories there under the same name.

[obscuremantisman]

Reveal

Non-human male × GN Reader who doesn't really care

cw: You fawning over him for the most part.

this popped up in my dream, and i couldn't help but write it down. It was much shorter, a drabble of 5 tiny paragraphs with cute rose banners around, but i like a longer writing, so here.

"Hey—" You pause with a hiss, holding your head in pain, your thoughts collapsing as forgotten memories slowly take place around your brain. "I'm sorry..." You hear him regretfully say. When you looked up, he was caressing his arm slowly, shifting uncomfortably in your gaze, nervous at your reaction.

His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention. You couldn't believe it. Was this a dream? The air seemed to leave your lungs as you stared in awe.

His pupils were white slits, thin as he fearfully watched you. The irises, they weren't the sweet brown you were familiar with. They were black, and you couldn't distinguish if irises even existed anymore in those space eyes.

Pink, blue, yellow, and purple. These shades adorned them perfectly with specks of white, floatong around as if they had a will of their own, making you question if stars truly existed behind those ethereal eyes that won over your heart for the hundredth time.

You took a step closer, and he took a step back in return. What caught your sight next was his skin, a rich brown in the past that had now transformed into a deep shade of red, akin of a rose, glistening in the light as if he had just bathed in rain like one.

His dark brown curls were longer, hitting his waist and gently flowing with the breeze, unknown of frizz. You swallowed down. Was he an elf? a fairy? He had pointed ears, after all, droopy and sophisticated, giving off a charm you didn't know you needed to witness before.

Licking off the dryness of your lips, you came back to your senses. This is not the time to be fawning over. "I... I don't know what to say." You blurted out, reaching out for him only to stop midway, déjà-vu. "Just— just let me think for a moment." You looked away, him shrinking in place in response, your memories unfolding. This has happened before, hasn't it?

For the past years that you've known him, certain fragments of your days seemed to disappear. Now you know why. Turns out your roommate has been wiping your memories away all this time, not you having concerning memory loss. Those were nice news since your budget wouldn't have survived if you did have serious memory problems, but this isn't the focus right now.

You take in a deep breath, something you hadn't know you needed at the moment, gaze fierce as you step in and take his hands in between your own. He flinched, heart drumming in his ears as he gazed into your eyes.

While he panicked internally and rethinked his choices, you gathered the many words in your head and chilled out, building up the confidence. "You're beautiful..." You told him, making his mind go blank. "I think i might have even fallen in love with you all over again."

His mouth closed and opened like a gasping fish as he tried to respond, face warming up as he registered your words. "Careful, what if a fly get in there?" He heard you joke, a flustered mess as you used your hand to close his mouth. Did he hear you correctly just before? You loved him?? And he was beautiful??? And you LOVED him???? Is he dreaming?????

You chuckled at his funny expression, unable to contain a smile as you took notice of his wide blown pupils. How cute. "Let's go down for lunch, yeah?" You said, deciding to act rather boldly and give a kiss to his cheek, the gasp that left him after being priceless.

He nodded quickly in response as you repeated yourself, head in moonland but still following you nonetheless to the kitchen. "I made that pudding you especially like." You winked at him, and he smiled, muttering a quick thank you.

He looked your way, giving a soft squeeze to your hand, happy to know you wouldn't change your view on him because of what he was. You reciprocated his gesture with a squeeze of your own, happy to know he was at ease.

this all, byeee

[cryptidsurveys]

Tuesday, May 27th, 2025.

What is in the back seat of your car right now? I think it's just a book that I used to read on my lunchbreaks. I got bored of it and picked out something else. I don't think there's anything else back there; there's really not a whole lot in my car in the first place.

What was the last thing you threw up? That was back in February, the night after we had Lacy put to sleep. I don't want to go into too much detail, but it involved sriracha sauce. :x

Menthol or regular cigarettes? Regular.

What is your favorite episode of Friends? I never got into that show. I've probably only seen a few episodes at most.

Does anyone have any blackmail on you? Ehh.

If you could marry any celebrity today who would it be? I don't want to marry a celebrity.

Have you been to a strip club? No.

Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? A beanbag, part of a blanket, part of a book, a salt crystal lamp…

Are you wearing socks right now? I am.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

What are you wearing right now? Black sweatpants, dark blue t-shirt, gray hoodie, and slippers.

Last food you ate? A salad including steak, a few sweet potato fries, and some savory trail mix.

Have you bought any clothing items in the last week? I think it's been over a year since I last purchased any clothing.

When is the last time you ran? I jogged + walked with gusto through the big room at the shelter in order to see a fawn that was in the tall grass just beyond the picnic area outside of medical. I don't think I've ever seen one in "the wild" before.

What’s the last sporting event you watched? Football.

Last person’s house you were in? My mom's + her roommate's place.

Last movie you saw? It's still Wicked, lmao.

Who is the last person you sent a message to on Facebook? No idea, but the last person I messaged on Instagram was Ollie. We were talking about incense burners because they showed me this really hardcore one of a woman being burned at the stake. She had a cigarette in her mouth and was leaning forward to light it from the flames.

Ever go to camp? Yeah. Camp Lazy Acres through scouts and Camp Jackson.

Were you an honor roll student in school? Sometimes.

Do you like sushi? I don't like seaweed, so any rolled sushi would be a no. As for sashimi or nigiri, depending on the fish, it's…okay. Not my favorite, but I wouldn't starve if it was all I had to eat.

Do you have a tan? No.

How old do you want to be when you have kids? I don't want children, but even if I did, I'm approaching the point where it might be "too late."

Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? Plenty of times.

What is your age? I'm 36.

Are you someone’s best friend? Ollie is my best friend, but I don't know whether I'm their best friend or not.

What are your siblings’ middle names?

Where is your dad right now? In his room taking a well-deserved nap.

What was the last thing you said? Probably something to Esther, one of my kitties.

What color is your watch?

What do you think of when you think of Australia? Emma from Tokidoki Traveller (one of my favorite Japan vloggers) because that's where she's originally from.

Ever ridden on a roller coaster? A few.

Favorite gemstone? I don't really have a favorite.

Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Go in.

Do you have a roommate? I live with my dad and two cats.

Do you have any bad habits? Yeah.

What is your favorite number? Eight because it looks like an infinity symbol. Also, not a favorite exactly, but the number 19 seems to follow me everywhere. For instance, we currently have 19 kittens at the shelter. Maybe some of them are in foster? Idk, but either way, thass a lotta kittens!

Do you know anyone named Lori? An employee at the shelter.

What color is your mom’s hair? Brown + graying.

Do you have a dog? I don't.

What happened to you in 1993? I believe that was the year we moved to Colorado.

Does your first memory involve your dad? I'm not even sure what my very first memory would be.

Do you remember singing any songs as kids? Ofc.

When was the last time you went swimming? Not since I was a teen.

Has your luggage ever gotten lost? No.

Biggest annoyance in your life right this minute? Just my relentless thoughts, as usual.

Have you ever thought it would be cool to smash a guitar? No.

Do you like watching a bonfire? I think a massive bonfire would make me nervous, but a comfortable camping fire, definitely.

Are you allergic to anything? Not severely. Just seasonal allergies.

What is one thing you miss about your past? Related to childhood especially, the magic of the holiday season and summer vacations, my imagination and creativity (which haven't been completely lost, but I don't feel like I have the same ease and wonder), having no real concept of or worry for my future.

Do you ever get flu shots? I haven't for several years now. The last one I got was in either late 2019 or very early 2020. Then I believe the one before that was in 2016. I can't specifically recall any before that, but probably a few here and there. I don't think they were ever consistent, not even in childhood.

Favorite shoes that you wear all the time? A black and white slip-on pair.

What is one thing you’ve learned about life recently? I mentioned in a recent survey that I'm trying not to say anything bad about anyone ever, or engage in or repeat gossip. One thing I've learned (that honestly did worry me) is that I won't just explode from a sense of resentment. Like where are all of those feelings going to go if I don't vent them? Turns out, at least so far, routine venting isn't as necessary as I thought it was. Maybe the less I talk about certain things, the less importance my mind places on them. We'll see how this evolves.

Are you jealous of anyone? Ehh.

Is anyone jealous of you? Idk.

[athena-xox]

Eah backgrounder headcanons

Orange haired girl

Penelope Pea

She attends muse-ic class and she is very friendly with lots of backgrounders, mainly the girls. The wiki says she voted for Maddie in the election but I went back and watched and she only appears once in the hallway talking with her friends while Maddie is campaigning. I don’t think that proves that she voted for Maddie. She also, of course, is one of the background girls who constantly fawns over Daring. She’s actually so pretty.

She’s often seen with grey hair girl so much.

She can also often be spotted with background pink and purple hair girl

The three of them are a trio and in basically every hallway scene you can see them chatting in the background (I’m taking it as they’re besties and not just reused animation)

She is also seen with princess wearing blue and white, although not as often

Other people she’s hung out with:

My headcannons for her. None of these are really based on fact but they aren’t outlandish and they’re pretty likely.

She’s a Royal. Daughter of the princess and the pea. She has a transatlantic accent. Or at least a vaguely British accent. She doesn’t have perfect princess hair, she spends an hour each morning taming it since it’s naturally frizzy.

My headcannon is that she was originally supposed to be roommates with Duchess but since Apple switched rooms it set of a domino effect and she ended up getting roomed with blue and gold girl.

Her grey haired girl and pink & purple haired girl had been BFFA’s since their freshman year. Pink & purple haired girl is a rebel, grey haired girl is somewhere in the middle, but they don’t let conflicting views affect their friendship.

I think that her personality would be similar to most royals in personality, mainly to Holly. Speaking of Holly I think that Pen would definitely be reading Hollys fanfics.

She doesn’t know who her fairytale prince is but she knows that it probably isn’t a Charming. It’s most likely a second or third son.

But until then she has a little bit of romance

(This is canon) during true hearts day silver crown boy enters with blue and gold girl (the girl who I hc to be Penelopes roommate, she’s the one sprawled on the stairs in the sixth picture and on the end of Penelope and grey haired girl fawning over Daring) but during the dance Penelope and silver crown boy start hanging out and and the end of the night (the picture shown) they leave together. And then they are always shown together as a couple.

Silver crown boy (I might make a post on him later) is a rebel, he cheers for raven during legacy day and is seated on Maddies side for the election. I think they’re very cute… until they’re not

THATS RIGHT. FUCKING GREY HAIRED GIRL, HER BESTIE STOLE HER BF. Istg I was not expecting to find this kind of blatant drama. But she’s chatting him up during ‘Cupid makes things right… kinda’ and Penelope is no where to be seen. And then in that one really random Courtly redemption episode we see them at the theatre together. And then they’re cuddling during raven and dexters date. And you know what the worst part is?

Penelope is NEVER seen with grey haired girl again or silver brown boy again. And most of the times we see her after the breakup she’s all alone. Like all of her other friends took grey haired girls side.

This poor poor girl, I don’t know if I even want to make a post now for grey haired girl (I’m planning on doing as many as I can) like she just doesn’t deserve it.

In my perfect world she goes to Cupid for relationship troubles because yk her best friend stole her man and all her friends and Cupid consoled her and now (post canon) Penny ditched her old friends and is a part of the main characters.

Ps: I plan to make posts like this for all the background characters that I like/have hcs for. If anyone has any different hcs for orange haired girl please share. Or any other character. Or if you have a background character you want me to make a video on.

Pps: if you haven’t seen my earlier post I have a page in my notes app just full of everytime a backgrounder shows up so I can track the drama like that

Ppps: it’s not exactly in chronological order it’s like all the stuff on Netflix in order (or like mostly in order) and then all the webisodes even if they go in between so the whole love triangle might not be accurate.

Pppps (god I should have thought this through too many P’s): all the characters besides Penelope are being referred to by the name that the Royal/Rebel wiki has given them