#SICK outfit especially if she made it herself

[bittersweetresilience]

i keep flipping between thinking marinette's reverse design is cool and thinking she looks like a wannabe edgelord. canon marinette is a budding metalhead and i've been SAYING this so i think it'd be really funny if reverse marinette got all this hype and it turned out she only listens to my chemical romance 2006 albums and evanescence*

[radioisntdead]

Hello, can we have a hc Overlord!Parental Figure reader for Velvette? I just think it would be silly to have us scolding Velvette at the Overlord Meeting. Also I wish to be tall, between Carmilla and Rosie's height-🙃

Good evening my dear! I do hope you enjoy these! Also I felt that wish to be tall.

Parental figure overlord! reader x Daughter figure! Velvette headcanons

She made sure you wouldn't be at the overlord meeting where she sung respectless because if you were there and she pulled that stunt with the angel's head and the music number with Carmine, she would've been smacked.

I'm thinking you were one of the first overlords she met after she died, she got lucky that you immediately viewed her as a child figure because otherwise she would NOT be where she was today.

She'd be dead or worse.

I imagine back in the early days you just showed up with her to Rosie's like "This is my disrespectful child! Velvette! Say hi to Miss Rosie!" "no."

You taught her practically everything you know about being an overlord.

You let her slide with her behavior most of the time, mostly with regular sinners or hellborn, but with overlords? You shut that shit DOWN, especially if you consider some of them, Like Carmilla Carmine or Zestial, friends of yours.

Like Velvette chill the fuck out those are your godparents.

Forbid that you WERE at the meeting with the musical number she's getting YOINKED off the table, you're tall, she's short it's not a tough fight.

At regular overlord meetings whenever she starts getting too feral, you just give her the mom look™ or the dad look™

Or whatever the middle version of that is, the grunkle stan look??™

And she chills out.

Or if that doesn't work a "Velvette." In a certain tone does the trick.

You see Vox and [Vomiting noises] Valentino as her little friends, you don't take them seriously despite having a couple of business deals with Vox.

Y'all have little Parent child days that involve going out to eat, spa, movies or something etc etc with matching outfits obviously.

You know how some kids have a separate social media account from their parents? Well she can't exactly do that so she just sets it up to where you can only see SOME of her posts.

Speaking of her social medias guess who gets mother's Day/father's day posts dedicated to them?

You!

You know that one thing that's like "THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE" with the dude getting on the refrigerator that's Velvette with you sometimes.

You may or may not live in the vee tower no one knows you just kinda, appear.

Sometimes if your scolding Velvette and Vox or [more vomiting noises]Valentino walk in, they get roped into it.

Thankfully the only one that actually gets beaten is Valentino

Sometimes when you visit Carmilla you drag Velvette with you to have a playdate with Carmilla's daughters while you and Carmilla have like, tea or a business meetings.

Whenever she's sick, you come in CLUTCH bringing in soups, meds, tucking her in and making sure she rests.

For your birthdays she makes your present [which is usually some type of clothing] personally, like she's the one sewing.

It needs to be perfect for her parent, and the fools working under her would NOT make it perfectly.

She WOULD not tell you that she's the one that makes it herself.

You definitely bring her something whenever you visit her, like she's a spoiled brat for a reason, veruca salt but better, more ironic and less annoying.

Good evenin' folks! I hope y'all enjoyed! I rewatched Velvette clips while writing and lowkey forgot how iconic she is, anywho as always thank you for tunin' on in!

[thepunkmuppet]

costumes / looks I desperately need gerard way to wear on stage (add your own in reblogs!!)

greek statue, he’s fully painted white including his hair with a white toga with a golden wreath thing on his head. I just think that would look sick

police uniform covered in blood

straight up zombie with full on green decaying gory make up

one of the heathers from heathers

either the blue cheerleader outfit from the i’m not okay mv or the iconic red ones from teenagers. then we’d have a little trio!

ghostface. possibly cunty ghostface as a treat

vanya from umbrella academy - young version with the school girl fit and black mask OR the all white comic version of course

also number five from umbrella academy (classic school boy fit)

this sounds weird but I think this would be really cool and meta for wwwy - a stereotypical mcr fan / emo. as in with that one black parade t shirt, heavy eyeliner, black nails, side swept emo fringe, studded bracelets and belts, skinny black jeans, vans or converse. again a very meta concept, after their old person looks in 2022 I can really see them doing this as a whole band this year and I would loooove to finally see gerard in the fashion style that’s so associated with him and his music

howl from howl’s moving castle

possibly also sophie from howl’s moving castle

slenderman

literally just satan. like the most stereotypical devil, give them fully painted red skin, horns, fangs, yellow or black eyes, maybe even goat legs. probably with a majestic black suit or something, or for a succubus vibe a black flowy dress with a slit down the leg. now that I think about it, this would be a SICK wwwy look to shock us all, esp if ray mikey and frank all dressed as other demons or the souls of the damned or some shit.

peni parker - he made her!!

question mark jumper from doctor who

also missy from doctor who omg

jane doe from ride the cyclone, possibly with added marionette or cracked porcelain makeup like in some renditions

classic majestic white-robed angel, with enormous fake wings and maybe even sparkly gold makeup and a big gold halo. also would be cool in all black, or all white but covered in blood (red, gold, or black, all would look cool)

buffy summers in prophecy girl, except he also has blood all over his neck from where the master bit her. I hope he’s watched btvs I think he would very much enjoy it this look would fit with their vampire vibe sooooo well

classic frankenstein’s monster

mothman. not only is he a heartthrob but he’s also a hunched goblin cryptid to me. the duality of man (he/theys)

jane prentiss from the magnus archives. if you don’t know she is a living flesh hive of sentient worms, she’s decaying and full of holes. again with all the nasty decaying rotting prosthetic makeup plus THE RED DRESS!!!

mr darcy vibes, sopping wet regency man with a big puffy white t shirt

opposite side of that, fuck it give him a full on ballroom gown

henry creel from stranger things (pre-vecna, nurse outfit)

any disney princess

crowley from good omens. my man looks GOOD in those anthony janthony aah sunglasses he has

cute flowy summer dress with like a flowery pattern. either go cottagecore with it and have flowers in his hair, or go full white soccer mum and put him in huge cunty sunglasses a massive straw sun hat with a ribbon on it

all-black cowboy!!!! the fact I’ve never seen him in a cowboy hat is actual sacrilege. also would very much appreciate an all-pink sequin studded cowboy

any alice in wonderland character, especially alice herself, the classic disney movie look with the blue dress and the bow in the hair. he would also do a great chesire cat (spooky big grin makeup paired with his weird ass dramatic facial expressions?? inspired) or a super extravagant queen / king / knave of hearts. also 100000% the mad hatter omfg, he was BORN to do a jefferson from once upon a time look!!

[herlondonboy]

I Miss You, I’m Sorry

pairings: Taylor Swift x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: in which you’ve been at everyone of Taylor’s opening shows in the pit since the Fearless tour, but you’re not at the opening of the eras tour

warnings: angst, unspecified chronic illness, reader death, this was supposed to be happy, spelling mistakes, sad Tay.

word count: 1.5k

You had been to everyone of Taylor Swift’s tours. It was a known fact between the Swifties. So much so that people went go up to you at the beginning of the Reputation Stadium Tour and asked for your autograph.

You and Taylor weren’t necessarily friends, but she was well acquainted with you and how your wear obscure outfits to each show. She often found herself scouring the front rows of each show for a familiar, comforting face.

Many videos had showed how Taylor’s eyes would light up when she saw you and vice versa. How she’d wave giddily, and hold back a laugh at your costume and how you’d bounce up and down, screaming the lyrics louder than anyone else.

You weren’t the first Swiftie, but you had been crowned the biggest Swiftie.

At the end of the Glendale show, you had stayed behind to take a mass amount of photos in your costume. That was the first time you were taken backstage. Part of you thought that you were being kidnapped (three men in all black, looking all emotionless and brooding leading you somewhere dark was suspicious to say the least), but then Taylor was stood in front of you with a wide smile.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was agape, not to mention that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. “H-Hi?” You squeaked out, afraid that if you spoke too quickly you’d wake from this dream.

“Hi! Y/N, I’m-“

“Taylor-fucking-Swift,” you cut her off with a gasp.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You were supposed to meet her at the Reputation Secret Sessions in New York, but something had come up, so you didn’t get to. Part of you wished this had happened three years ago when you weren’t so weak, but it was happening nonetheless.

“Can i hug you?” Taylor asked.

You nodded rapidly and Taylor leaned forward to wrap her arms around you. You melted into the hug, sniffling softly, “I can die happily now.”

Taylor chuckled, “I missed you at the Secret Sessions,” there was a frown in her voice that made you feel guilty.

“I caught the flu,” You lied, “I didn’t want to make you or anyone else sick. I really wanted to go, though.”

The blonde smiled, still hugging you, “Well, when my next album comes out, I’ll have a super secret session just for you. Since you’re my biggest fan,” She said and there was some truth behind her words.

You had been invited to Taylor’s house to listen to the songs on Lover a few days before the first Lover Secret Session. To say you adored each song (Death By A Thousand Cuts being your favourite) was an understatement.

Taylor didn’t notice how jittery you got when Soon You’ll Get Better was playing. It seemed like you had related especially to that song, whether you were the best friend of the person in the hospital room or you were the person in the hospital room.

Your sister, who was also a big fan of Taylor and had been accompanying you to each tour, had always skipped that song whenever playing the Lover album in order, it hurt.

When Midnights came out, you were practically promised a world tour since the Lover Fest was cancelled due to the global pandemic. That was a hard time Your you and your older sister. As if you weren’t sick enough as it was, you had caught the coronavirus and had been forced into a hospital where your family couldn’t visit you for months.

But it got better. The rerelease of Fearless and the release of Folklore came and some people had spammed your instagram account with the news of finding out that you had helped Taylor write the bonus song. Then not long after, you had been allowed visitors and your sister never left your side again.

Though you were bedridden, you kept a smile on your face. Most people weren’t bothered by your sudden disappearance, it had happened a few times in the past whenever you had gotten sick, because you always came back with a brighter smile.

Then Midnights came out and Taylor announced her Eras tour and TikTok was going wild. Some fans were complaining about the price, some were wondering if you had gotten tickets. That led to people beginning to worry. You had never been gone for two years, and worse, your sister was gone, too.

So, when March 17th rolled up, and Taylor opened the tour with Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince, Taylor and her fans searched for you in the crowd. You weren’t there. And the second night in Glendale, you weren’t there either, but your sister was.

And that gave Taylor a little bit of hope. She waved at your sister, who waved back, fiddling with bottom of the top that you wore to the opening of the Fearless tour back in 2009.

At the end of the show, your sister had been led backstage where Taylor had changed and attacked her with a hug. The blonde broke away with a grin, “Hi! How are you? It’s been ages!”

“I’m good, yeah, it has.” Your sister responded, “Life’s been cruel, you know?”

The blonde nodded and looked down, “Where’s?-“

“Y/N told me to give you this,” Your sister held out a diary, making Taylor falter.

“What’s this?” She asked, frowning at the title of it.

Your sister sniffled, “They said- They said that they’re sorry that they couldn’t make it this year, that something came up. They really wanted to be here, Tay.”

The blonde felt her cheeks begin to dampen as your sister continued talking.

“They wrote this when they realised that they wouldn’t-“ A sob tried to claw its way out of your sister’s throat. “M-make it.”

The blonde shook her head.

Whilst the two of you weren’t necessarily friends, you knew each other well enough to know that you didn’t need to label whatever it was going on between the two of you. Your sister’s shoulder’s shook slightly as Taylor took the diary and hugged the woman.

“I’m so sorry,” She apologised profusely. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

A few days later, It was the Las Vegas shows. And, though Taylor hadn’t quite recovered from the news, she couldn’t just not go and perform. So, swallowing down her tears, she made her way onto the stage and sang like she wasn’t feeling all of these negative emotions.

And when it came to her surprise songs, she was sat at the piano, blinking away her tears. She cleared her throat and looked at her fans with a small smile, “So, uh, How is everybody?”

They began screaming on top of each other, making her chuckle slightly.

“Um, I’m sure you’ve all heard by now, but my good friend, Y/N Y/L/N past away last year. Their- their sister told me after the second show in Glendale and they wrote down a diary, wording every thought that had ever crossed their mind about me. They said- they said if they ever died and we became friends they wouldn’t want me to cry for them because they’re ’no one special,’ but they were probably one of the best people that I have ever met.

“Y/N drew a sketch of what their next outfit to one of my tours would be,” The image went up on the screen, before a series of photos of you at tours, smiling at Taylor and the camera. “I just- I wanted to say that even though we didn’t do labels, you were probably my best friend, Y/N,” She sniffled, “And I love you.”

The chords to your favourite song began and as Taylor tried to keep the lump in her throat down and her tears at bay, and a slideshow that your sister had composed began playing in the background.

Your life played out in front of everyone from beginning to finish, from 1994 to 2022. All twenty eight years. The people in the audience watched as you lost your parents and then yourself.

And then in the end, a photo of you grinning tiredly flashed onto the screen as the song faded out. And just as it ended, your voice sounded through the speakers.

Is this recording? Yeah? I’m going to assume it is. Okay, um, it’s February 21st— Happy Birthday, Joe. Uh, i don’t know what I want to say. I mean, thank you to everyone that has made my life worth living. I mean, at fifteen I wore a stupid outfit to a Taylor Swift concert and now I’m friends with her? It’s kind of sad knowing that I’ll never get to hear Speak Now Taylor’s Version, but oh well.

I’m going to be honest, I’m so scared to die. Every night for the past six months I’ve been scared to fall asleep, knowing that there will be a chance that I don’t wake up. I don’t want to die, I’m terrified. I don’t want to leave my sister alone and I know that she doesn’t want me to know, but she’s been crying herself to sleep since we got the news.

I just want to know if you’ll look after her for me? I’m all she’s got. Thank- thank you. I love you.

There was silence followed by Taylor’s small, ‘I love you, too.’ And then cheers from the crowd. Some people were announcing their admiration for you and some were crying.

“I miss you, Y/N.” Taylor whispered. “I’m sorry for not being there with you.”

—

What’s your favourite Taylor Swift song?

[tinysharkzz]

Addison Montgomery - Agere Headcanons

general headcanons about addison as your caregiver! i was thinking of this in the context of you both working together at seattle grace & as a couple (this is entirely sfw though ofc!) but i think it can also be read as platonic too!

my masterlist: here!

a/n: first ever hc post?? AND during exam season?? i know, it’s crazy, but i needed some comforting greys content and couldn’t find any so i made my own 🤘 enjoy!!

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100% caregiver vibes - there’s a tiiiny bit of baby in there (she’s naturally just so cute i swear) but she has such motherly vibes that i know she’d make a great cg

As soon as you seem to be going through something and/or are in need of comfort, she is ready to be there for you in any ways she can

After everything she went through with the divorce with Derek, she understands the need for someone to just hold you and tell you that everything’ll work out in the end, as she never got that for herself; so all the more reason to provide that opportunity of a safe space which she never had, right? <3

She would absolutely SPOIL you - anything you wanted, she would get for you. When you first told her about how you regress, she asked for your favourite colours, animals, kiddo tv shows, and she would get bottles and pacis and anything you can think of with your favourite things on!!

A great listener of course - she knows all your stuffies’ names, your favourite kiddo foods, each step of your bedtime routine, even your favourite scented shampoo which makes a cool bubble bath too! :0

If you felt up to it, she would love playing dress-up with you: letting you give her a makeover, picking outfits for each other, turning the living room into a catwalk, you name it

This’ll go without saying but she’d baby you so much if you were sick, like with the flu or something, she would insist on staying home to make soup and cuddle you through the pain. As a doctor she naturally wants to take care of people’s ailments, but especially anything to do with you - she cares so much about you

As mentioned earlier she would wanna help you out in any ways she can, she automatically steps in to help whenever you’re feeling little - taking a bit longer to tie your shoelaces? She’s there! trying to read a confusing recipe on how to bake cookies? She’s weighing out the ingredients for you ^^

And this caring nature is also prevalent at the hospital (imagining you work together at seattle grace); you could be sat in an empty room for 2 minutes on your break and she’ll come in and use a few petnames on you to see how you react (her sneaky way of seeing whether you feel like regressing or not)

We all know she’s a neonatal surgeon - imagine you’re sat watching over the tiny bubs in the NICU together and she makes comments like “this little one has your cute lil smile!!” or “aww, you pout like that when you want cuddles tooooo”

Her favourite petname for you is ‘sweetie’. She is calling you that every other sentence I swear

She just has such motherly vibes overall! Like she’ll lay you across her lap and play with your hair, whispering about how she’s so proud of you for getting through the day, telling you a story about your stuffies

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a/n: that’s all i can think of rn but if anyone has any greys requests specifically i am OBSESSED right now so i’d be very much down to think of those for whatever characters ^^

taglist (send an ask/dm to be added or removed! <3): @wilmaslittleflower @koithelittle

thank you for reading! have a nice day/night, don’t forget to drink water and take your meds 🫶

[candysweetposts]

MCL NG ep 6 (pt3)

I was exhausted these days and that why this came out a bit late. Also, I'll make it shorter.

HC time:

Chloé didn't really experience the carnival and was very curious about how it was. She only went once as a child on a class excursion. They did eat some sweets and tried some very tamed rides. Since then, she hasn't had a chance to go again for a variety of reasons, such as studying, taking care of her brothers, and working.

About Danica: Chloé loves pets as well and had a dog and a couple of cats over the years and understands that maintaining a happy healthy pet takes a lot of effort and money. Despite that, leaving Devenementiel who seemed like a family was a skanky move, something that Chloé herself disapproved silently. She felt like Jason basically brainwashed her to join them (more reasons to hate him).

She thought the team acted way too nice and respectful toward someone who just ditched them. And when the tension had raised it seemed natural, especially because Jason wouldn't stop commenting.

The rides: Since it was her first time experiencing so many rides, Chloé felt overwhelmed but in a good way. She felt in a different world completely and would surely go again. She made sure to stay close to Roy and mostly went where he did. But what she enjoyed the most was the merry-go-round ride because it reminded her of the first time she went to the carnival, plus it didn't make her feel sick.

The fortune teller: Chloé actually believes in stuff like this and when he heard hers and Roy's predictions, everything made sense, and couldn't stop thinking about it. She was one of those girls who fantasized about her and her crush married and having children, growing up old together, and spending the last moments of their lives in each other's company. Also, Roy's reaction was pretty cute.

Speaking of cute, then they were at the shooting range, the fact that Roy went along with the couple stuff, strengthened Chloé's belief that Roy must feel something for her as well. Also, the fact that he offered to pay at the caw machine was sweet.

Toward the end, Chloe went with Roy on the Merry-go-round ride and it felt magic. The way the things moved, the lights, and the fact that Roy was there made everything better. Also, let's not forget about the holding hands.

After they were done, they regrouped with eh others and said goodbye. Chloe went home super happy and excited.

Here's the outfit:

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Something Wicked: part three

Read part one here

Read part two here

Jenna arrived at the mall and viewed it like never before. Where before she had seen it as a place to spend daddy’s money and get pampered while getting hit on by cute boys she now saw it as a monument to consumerism that made her sick. However it did have its uses she thought as she entered the alternative salon.

She remembered scoffing at the tattooed and pierced employees with her clique of beta bitches every time she passed it, often declaring she would never been seen dead in there. Now she looked at the pictures that adorned the walls with aspiration. She wanted that girls hair, that girls nails, that girls piercing. She wanted her very look to strike fear into Jennifer and her loser friends.

“How can I help you dear?” Said the lady at the counter and a sly smile crept onto Jenna’s lips.

Hours later Jenna stepped out of the salon feeling like a new woman. Her hair was dyed, her nails were black and sharp and her lip, tongue and nipples were pierced. She loved it all, especially the nipple piercing which she played with endlessly.

There was just one thing lacking now and that was her wardrobe. The baggy hoody was starting to feel like a weight upon her. She needed clothes that showed off her body and her impressive tits. Her body felt as though it was on autopilot as she entered a goth boutique called "Eclipse."

The store’s neon signs and edgy window displays drew her in, and she wasted no time browsing the racks filled with goth clothing. Her eyes fell on a particularly revealing black latex top and a pair of fishnet stockings. Excitement bubbled within her as she picked them up and headed to the dressing room.

Inside the fitting room, Jenna slipped into the a black latex top with matching latex min skirt, and fishnet stockings. She admired her reflection in the mirror, noting to herself once again that Lily had a great body before correcting herself with pleasure that SHE had a great body. Lily hid it under layers of clothing and timidness but Jenna oozed confidence, now more than ever.

A sinister smile curled on Jenna's lips as she admired her new appearance. The piercings, the hair, the nails, the edgy makeup – they all seemed to amplify her newfound seduction. With each passing moment, the lines between her old self and the person she had become blurred.

She whispered to her reflection, "There's a darkness within me, waiting to be unleashed. It's time to embrace the power of this body fully. This world has no fucking idea what's coming."

Her outfit complete she stepped out of the dressing room as a sales associate, Raven, approached, and Jenna suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Wow Lily you look amazing! New hair and new makeup? I’m glad you finally took me up on the offer to try something other than the baggy tops.” Raven said and Jenna’s mind became awash with memories. Lily frequented this store dozens and dozens of time, rarely buying anything. No, instead she came to see Raven.

Raven was a striking figure with a distinctive appearance that immediately caught the eye. She had jet-black hair that fell in tousled waves, framing her face with an air of effortless coolness.

Raven’s style was impeccable, reflecting her role as a sales associate in the goth clothing store. She was often seen in edgy, all-black ensembles that accentuated her unique look. Her outfit typically included a collection of silver jewelry and accessories, adding a touch of rebellion to her appearance.

Raven was a college dropout who worked part time at the store but Lily had memorized her schedule making she to never miss an opportunity to see her. Lily was infatuated with Raven and this obsession had rubbed off on Jenna without her knowing. This was why she instinctively went for this store.

Jenna had never thought of girls in any sort of lustful way but looking at Raven made her hornier than she had ever been before in her life. Lily never asked Raven out, too scared of rejection. But Jenna wasn’t Lily and Jenna got what she wanted.

“Well, you were right, Raven. Sometimes a little change can be quite… liberating. Thanks for the stylish guidance and for showing me a different side of fashion. I’m going for a goth princess kind of look, do you think I’m pulling it off?” Jenna said as she gave a striking pose for Raven.

Fear momentarily struck Jenna as Raven seemed shocked by her new confidence. Had she gone too far too fast? Her worry was dashed seconds later when Raven moved in closer to her. “No I don’t. You’ve got much more of a goth queen vibe.”

Jenna felt her heart begin to race a little as she sensed the flirtation between them. Her body was nearly red hot with desire and even Lily’s normally shy and reserved voice in her head was screaming out for pleasurable release. But Jenna was no stranger to this dance, even if this was with a woman.

“Is that so?” Jenna said moving even closer to Raven, the rest of the store seemed to fade away. “Well shouldn’t you be kneeling then?”

A playful smirk played on Jenna’s lips as Raven leaned in to whisper in her ear, “The question is would you make me kneel if I refused?”

Moments later the door to Eclipse was shut as both Jenna and Raven stumbled into the back stock room of the store, their hands grasping madly at each other’s bodies, their lips kissing any bare skin available. Jenna pushed Raven hard against the wall causing the sales clerk to groan happily. Jenna gave her a deep kiss as she grabbed at Raven’s sensitive tits. Jenna moved from her lips and started kissing further south before Raven stopped her.

“Ah ah wait. A Queen deserves a throne.” Raven said with a smirk as she led Jenna to a red leather seat behind some shelves and sat her down. Raven lifted up Jenna’s yet to paid for latex mini skirt and knelt down in front of Jenna’s glistening pussy and started licking her clit.

Jenna moaned an animalistic moan like no man had ever given her before. She didn’t know if it was Lily’s mind further merging with her own or whether it was something in her own that had awakened but she didn’t care. She was different now, she was better.

Running her obsidian nails through Raven’s hair, Jenna guided her new thrall to her most sensitive of areas, which Raven did eagerly. In the dim light of the stock room, Jenna could see a blinking light in the corner and realized the security camera was pointed directly at them. Rather than become concerned about it, Jenna instead felt a wicked plan take root in her mind. One so depraved and bad that she got even more turned on.

Jenna could feel any remnants of her cheerleading former life melt away with each pleasurable sensation Raven was invoking. She realized that as Jenna the cheerleader she was weak, hiding behind her blonde perfect hair, her rich family and her popularity. For the first time in her life she felt true power. Raven was eating her pussy perfectly because she wasn’t some rich spoilt princess. No she did it because this goth bitch commanded it so. Jenna and Lily were both dead now. Only Lilith remained.

As she came at this realization her eyes rolled into the back of her head cementing Lilith as the only personality in her mind. She was an evil, wicked little bitch and she was going to take Jennifer down and become the goth queen she was destined to be.

Lilith grabbed Raven’s hair and pulled her up into a dark embrace, tasting her own juices with delight. Lilith was even more assertive and dominant than Jenna was and Raven was about to experience it first hand. She threw Raven to the floor and pulled the shop goth’s panties out from below her plaid skirt. Lilith got to work as if she had done it a thousand times, Raven was moaning within seconds.

“Ohhhh fuck…. Ohhhh god…. Oh Lily!” She yelled as Lilith worked her way around her pussy like an expert, however she needed to correct one thing first.

“Lily is fucking dead, it’s Lilith from now on.” She grinned darkly as she went back down for more. Raven had never experienced such pleasure. She was no prude, and she had been called the opposite numerous times but there was something wild and animalistic about Lilith. Like a caged beast had finally been unleashed. She loved it.

“Oh fuck yes Lilith you bitch! You slut! You fucking queen!” Raven moaned. Lilith meanwhile was like a woman possessed, every second that ticked by cemented the new darker persona in her head. She didn’t want power anymore, she wanted chaos.

Removing her tongue from Raven’s soaking wet pussy she replaced it with three fingers which she used to expertly massage her lover’s sensitivities. As she did this, Lilith maneuvered up to Raven’s ear to whisper her silky words.

“Now tell me, who do you serve?” Lilith purred with the tone of a woman in total control.

“You my queen. Ohhhhh fuck! Queen Lilith!” Raven groaned as her body vibrated.

“And you would do anything for me, isn’t that right?” Lilith asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Of course! Just say the word…. Oh goooood!” Raven gasped.

“Good. Then I want you to cum. Longer and louder than you ever had in your life. If you don’t do this, you will be punished, understand?” Lilith said as she twisted her fingers inside Raven to show she was serious.

“Yes yes yes yes my queen!” Raven said almost pleading.

“Perfect. Now do it my little cumslut!” Lilith demanded and Raven soon obeyed with a guttural roar and an intense contortion of her body. Lilith went back to her impromptu throne and watched in delight as Raven continued to writhe around in pleasure on the floor.

When she was finally done she basically crawled over to Lilith who sat casually on the chair. “Oh my god Lilith, you are amazing! I meant every word I said, I’ll do anything for you…. My queen.” Raven said on her knees in front of Lilith.

Lilith put Raven’s face into her hand and ran a sharp nail softly down her cheek. “I know my pet, which is why for starters you’re going to give me anything from this store that I desire.”

“Of course mistress, anything you want is yours. Everything looks so good on you.” Raven said showering her lover with praise.

“But course it does but it’s not just clothes I’m interested in.” Lilith said with a wicked smile as she turned her gaze up to the still blinking red light of the security camera. Raven followed her gaze to the camera and was confused but anything her mistress wanted, she would now provide.

To be concluded…

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My laptop needs to be fixed, so in the meantime! Here's my Tokyo Debunker OC that I've been working on!! Hehe <3 i love her and have both a drawing and fic wip of her waiting to be finished sometime ^^

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NAME: Misha

PRONOUNS: she/her

HOUSE: Sinostra (formerly Dionysia)

YEAR: 2nd

BIRTHDAY: May 17th

LIKES: cherries, pain/masochism

BLOOD TYPE: O+

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“Who’s to say there will be tomorrow?”

Sinostra’s much needed second-year healer. Determined to live her life out to its fullest, she won’t take no for an answer, for better or worse. Some of her self-destructive habits worry those around her, but as long as she has no regrets, there’s nothing for her to lose.

Pinterest Outfit References

Taiga/Misha playlist

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Motives: Take advantage of the opportunities you have to make the most of life and never let anyone take them from you. She was placed in Dionysia and transitioned into Sinostra when the house became defunct. Her placement in Sinostra was due to her resolution to be in control of her life no matter what. At the end of the day, she’ll do what she wants to do.

Demon pact: Sick of being chronically ill with an autoimmune disease no one cared enough to look into and the chronic pain, she chose to make a pact with a demon based on her anger at the idea of succumbing to her helplessness and the whims of other people. Her condition was not cured, but it is (almost always) forever at a stalemate as Buer’s ability to heal counteracts the damage done.

Stigma: Uber - can heal ailments* at the expense of an equivalent amount of her own blood

*ailments defined as temporary injuries or conditions. She can’t undo genetic conditions or change your brain chemistry.

Using her stigma allows for her autoimmune condition and chronic pain to reactivate due to the healing properties of her pact being redirected away from her. The more blood it requires, the worse she feels.

Due to the nature of her stigma, she can’t use it on herself because (a) she would be losing blood anyway and (b) accelerating the healing of other injuries would also allow for the acceleration of her autoimmune condition and risk injuring herself further internally.

Artifact: cherry bombs/m-80s

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❣️ RELATIONSHIPS ❣️

★ Rui ★

Misha → Rui: close friends 🙂 she visits his bar often for some fun drinks and gossip. They partner up sometimes so they can make homebrew hangover medicine and various other quick pick-me-ups. She prefers to use her stigma when he’s around to help offset her pain. They spent a lot of time together in their first year due to being the only two ghouls in Dionysia and work together well. Hearing his voice helps calm her due to the familiarity that it invokes, and she wishes they could still touch each other like they could prior to the curse. She worries that he may be too lonely.

Rui → Misha: close friends! She's his closest friend on campus and one of the few people he truly trusts to voice his grievances to. He isn’t super enthused about their medicinal drink partnership because he knows the side effects on her, but he won’t lie that he likes experimenting with what can be made. Misha is the one who volunteered and pushed to do it though, so he can’t say no. He wishes she would take better care of herself.

★ Haru ★

Misha → Haru: her drinking buddy!! She thinks he’s adorable, especially when he’s all drunk and pouty. She had a fling with him in their first year but now they’re just close friends. She’ll come help out with the park if he really begs and owes her something, because she knows he’ll coax a mile out of her if she gives an inch. She does worry about him though, so it’s not strange to find her stopping by regardless to do small favors for him. Sometimes she sneaks him healing drinks Rui and her made to help give his body a boost rather than just let him down energy drinks. She admires his hard work a lot.

Haru → Misha: his drinking buddy!! He had a crush on her in his first year, but now they’re just friends. He feels bad taking her drinks when he knows they're using her stigma and usually protests if he realizes, but sometimes it's just easier for him to swallow the guilt and take it… He needs it, sometimes. He's a bit sad they didn't end up in the same house for their second year and wishes they could spend more time together. He dislikes that she ended up in Sinostra and is especially unhappy with her relationship and dynamic with Taiga, but he has to swallow his dissatisfaction and concern most of the time because he wants her to be happy. Even though he thinks Taiga doesn't deserve her.

★ Romeo ★

Misha → Romeo: her drinking buddy!! She finds him funny when she’s not the one having to deal with him, and her preferred setting for chatting to him is when they’re both at the bar with a drink. Their interactions can grow tense due to their respective stubbornness and refusal to back down from doing things their own way, but for the most part their day-to-day interactions only get snippy at most. At the end of the day, she respects him and his capabilities even though she disagrees with his attitude most of the time. If there's anyone who is determined to live his life to the fullest at Darkwick, it's Romeo.

Romeo → Misha: she’s frustrating to deal with but capable and more or less reliable, unless she thinks he’s being stupid and in which case she’s an IRB (incorrigible rogue brat). She has good ideas though, and has more drive than Taiga does nowadays, so he doesn’t actually mind her too much. It helps that while they'd never spent personal time together in their first year, it wasn't as if she hasn't already been engaging with and working with Sinostra due to Taiga and her stigma. He definitely abuses calling her whenever he needs help reeling Taiga in. Not that she's the perfect solution, but two people Taiga tolerates and has affection for in his own way is better than one.

★ Taiga ★

Misha → Taiga: they’re in some sort of committed romantic relationship, although it's complicated nowadays. She misses the way he was in his first year; they had interacted a lot because he needed blood in order to use his stigma and her stigma helped a bit with the brain fog side effects. (Although obviously she was not his entire blood source.) Still, despite his mental state clearly having deteriorated, she continues to like him a lot and loves the thrill he brings into her life. It makes her feel alive and in a way, even more in control of her life because the injuries she sustains with and for him are purely by her own choice. (She doesn’t spill blood just for Darkwick. She doesn’t have to heal anyone when she bleeds unless she wants to.) (Also she’s just kind of into it. Even if her brother despairs over her walking into his office with more than just your average hickey.)

Taiga → Misha: he is usually able to remember her at least after a few moments due to their extensive relationship through their first year until now, from work relations to romantic commitment. He finds her presence and voice to be grounding when he’s feeling poor and sometimes when he needs a break from everything, he makes her just sit with him and keep him company as he rests. Over time due to their blood arrangement, she’s become one of the few, if not only, people in his life he feels comfortable being vulnerable and weak around. He likes the feeling of her fingers in his hair. Her blood tastes good to him and he knows he feels better after having some of it (both with or without her stigma), and it's not unusual for him to spontaneously chomp down on her when he’s feeling peckish. Even if she were to protest, depending on his mood he’ll just smirk and/or grumble and say she shouldn't be leaving such a tempting snack out in the open like that then (showing skin).

★ Professor Nicolas ★

Misha → Nicolas: he's her older brother. She’s somewhat detached from him due to their age gap and him having rarely been home when she was younger (thanks Darkwick). Her initial reaction to him was tense and verging on hostile, because she wasn’t expecting to see him at Darkwick and felt betrayed for various reasons. (A) She was upset to see him knowing that he never called home and thought he didn’t care, which not only hurt her but made her angry because their parents missed him. (B) A part of her wondered if this was all his fault and if he planned for this to happen to her and (C) She was angry because if he had just been more present in her life, maybe he could have known about her situation and prevented all this from happening since he had access to superior medical facilities. After a time, she calmed down and forgave him more or less once she realized what the true dynamic/situation of Darkwick was with its staff and students. Now, she’s grown to appreciate his company and appreciate having someone she knows at the school. They have a comfortable relationship even if she finds his concern to be overly fussy at times

Nicolas → Misha: she's his younger sister. He holds some resentment and guilt in his heart towards himself and towards Darkwick for letting her become a ghoul, because he believes he could have stopped it had he been a more involved sibling and realized she was suffering. He also feels guilt towards hearing the confirmation that his family feels abandoned by him, but that’s soothed somewhat by the knowledge that he’s bound by his duties. Although also slightly detached from Misha by virtue of not having been a large part of her life consistently, he cares deeply for her and worries about the choices she makes and the risk of retribution towards her from Darkwick. Even though she's a ghoul and heals quickly, he wishes her and Taiga would show some restraint in breaking her skin or worse. (He doesn't approve of their relationship and dynamic at all, but he's forced to bite his tongue to keep the peace.)

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technically this is still a work in progress bc she's my baby (oc I project onto) and I love thinking about her role in universe and elaborating on her dynamics w diff characters :3 but this is her "final" profile! Thanks for reading all that if you diddddd <3

shout-out and much thanks to @danieyells for their posts compiling info about the houses, stigmas, and more! They carried me a lot in making Misha, and you should definitely check out their posts <3

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Any sick headcannons about the train detectives ? I know there are some people out there that would love to hear about them being sick. 👀💕

Aaaah… Oh no, not more characters that I don’t invest myself in whatsoever… x’D Sorry but I had no time to get attached to them, so they disappeared from my brain right after Ch.0 and when the NDA detectives came into the fray x’D

Okay then, let me try to pull some things out with what little I know about them.

Zilch Alexander (real)

Like a sick animal, he prefers to be alone if he’s not feeling well to not trouble anyone else

He tends to brush the fur of his clothes as a distraction from the ickiness that he feels

He loves snuggling with his animal friends who usually don’t leave his side if he feels poorly. Especially his dogs.

He wears some of his furry scarves as part of his sickly disheveled appearance.

The ears on his hat get droopy if he feels ill.

If he has a caretaker he tends to behave like an animal with them if he’s delirious from fever. Not in a weird way, but he becomes very affectionate and likes nuzzling his face into soft places and into other people if he uses them as a pillow.

If he’s hot sometimes he sticks his tongue out when panting. (Like a dog lol)

He wears multiple furry jackets if he’s cold (though sadly this just makes his fever worse…)

If he has a cold, he has very peculiar sneezes. He doesn’t say anything out-loud, rather his sneezes are similar to a animal’s and it’s very fitful. (sadly this causes snot to go everywhere unless he covers his nose with his sleeve or a tissue)

Melami Goldmine

She’s actually very good at taking care of herself.

Even while ill she still wants to look her best. She cannot afford to look so poorly. So she wears her best outfit even if she’s not well.

Sadly this backfires when she sneezes or coughs, causing the outfit to get dirty with unwanted bodily fluids. How revolting.

So to remedy this issue, she gets the prettiest and silkiest set of nightwear she can wear at times like these.

She makes sure she has her favorite teas and coffee brands if she ever has a sore throat.

She has quality bath salts if she wants to relax and help her nose feel unstuffed.

If she has a caretaker she acts like a bit of a spoiled diva. Over exagerating her condition on purpose so her caretaker pays more attention to her. (shes needy and spoiled)

Making impossible requests and being super picky with how her meals are arranged.

(Not a sick headcanon, but I think Melami makes a very ideal caretaker. Especially when Yuma didn’t feel well. She made sure to try to help him, she seemed almost motherly. I honestly wish that Yuma accepted her help and company back to the infirmary. Maybe then she might have survived…)

Pucci Lavmin

Whenever Pucci feels or gets sick, she needs it to be QUIET.

Her ears get even more sensitive to sound if shes not healthy, especially she has a migraine or headache.

Her forte is rendered useless

She sleeps with multiple colorful teddy bears in her bed and tends to snuggle with them. (The pink one is still her favorite.)

She is very prone to ear infections. And the ear infections tend to make her get feverish too.

Shes in a BAD mood if shes ill, so she prefers to not be bothered by anyone else.

But the poor thing can’t get up to help herself due to the immense dizziness and loud ringing in her head, so she does need someone to try to assist her. As much as she may not like or prefer it.

She often cries if her fever gets too high and is super emotional when shes delirious. (A bit of a crybaby)

If shes not feeling too bad, she enjoys having soft piano or very soft classical music playing in the room while she rests. It soothes her spirit.

Aphex Logan

Another one thats usually fairly good at looking after himself.

Due to his rough time growing up in the slums after losing his family, he had to adept to surviving, even tending to himself if he got sick or hurt

Though there are times where it gets very bad, and he can’t handle it alone.

Anyone caring for him may be hard since he doesn’t trust anybody. He needs to truly be at his lowest before he accepts help.

He’s prone mostly to breathing or coughing issues due to the slums having polluted or dirty air.

If he coughs, it’s very NASTY AND SERIOUS. He may even vomit if he coughs too much.

His lungs are very delicate due to growing ip in a filthy enviornment

He tends to have fever dreams of his departed family, causing him to cry in his sleep.

And usually sees whoever cares for him as one of his parents (depending on the caretaker’s gender) in his feverish haze.

Zange Eraser

Typical old man sickness lol

He has a nasty rough and crusty cough that can be heard from a mile away.

If the sickness isn’t too bad he tries to continue his day simply wearing a mask on his face to be propper

But if it’s bad, he stays properly bedridden

In this state his forte can sometimes go haywire

And he unintentionally records things he sees in his fever dreams and he awakens with various odd imagery on his phone.

So he usually doesn’t do any detective work if he feels poorly for this reason.

He makes a lot of bathroom trips in between resting. (at times almost falling over or using the wall as support)

He enjoys watching old BW adventure movies if he’s rendered immobile in bed or on whatever sofa that he rests on.

They usually knock him out not long after.

I hope this is good enough for you to work from!!

Give those train detective fans my best c:

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can you do “I don’t need you to check my temperature, I’m fine!”  “Baby… Are you sick?” for wandanat? maybe it’s the first time nat gets sick since she started dating wanda and she doesn’t want her to think less of her?

It Goes Both Ways

〚 Notes - So an anon wanted some more Nat so I hope this suffices :) Warning for slightly suggestive themes towards the end but nothing major! 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat 〛

〚 Summary - As Natasha prepares for her first official date night with Wanda, she battles vulnerability, sickness, and unexpected tenderness, revealing a new depth to their relationship. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1960 〛

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 “I don’t need you to check my temperature, I’m fine!”  “Baby… Are you sick?” for wandanat?  

Natasha’s heart raced as she stood in front of her closet, carefully selecting the perfect outfit for her date with Wanda. It had been several months since they had officially become a couple, since she’d worked up the courage to ask out the gorgeous brunette, and Natasha still found herself being surprised by the warmth and tenderness that had blossomed between them. She hadn’t ever expected to ever have these feelings for someone again, especially not after her past but the Scarlett Witch had stolen her heart. That’s why tonight was so special; it was their first official date night, just the two of them, without any Avengers duties or missions to distract them from each other. They’d been meaning to go out for weeks but with the busy schedules and work, the pair just hadn’t ever gotten the chance and so tonight was just about them and just them alone. Nothing else mattered. 

After much debating and changing, Natasha finally settled on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves tightly, showing off her sculpted body, and a gorgeous pair of heels which added a few inches of extra height. As she got herself ready, Nat couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves building up in her stomach. It felt like a flock of butterflies had made their way inside. These weren’t familiar nerves either. They weren’t the pre-mission nerves or the danger of facing an advantaged enemy agent which that made her heart race, she was all but used to those nerves by now. These nerves came from the uncertainty of navigating this new territory in her life - vulnerability, intimacy, and opening herself up to the possibility of heartache in ways she’d never felt before. 

The Widow adjusted her outfit for a final one last time as she stood in front of the mirror, her heart fluttering with anticipation as the clock on the wall ticked away, the steady ticking filling the silence before there was a gentle knock at the door. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she hurried to answer it. Waiting for here at the door stood Wanda, a vision in a deep red dress that complemented her beautifully curled hair which flowed in gorgeous spirals down her back. Natasha's breath hitched, and she was helpless to fight by the wave of warmth spread through her chest, her eyes sparkling in excitement at the sight of her girlfriend. 

"Hey," Natasha greeted, somehow managing to keep her voice steady and calm despite her racing pulse. 

"Hey," Wanda replied with a gentle smile. "Oh, you look amazing. That dress is beautiful." She whispered, pulling the redhead towards her as she pressed a soft kiss to her cool lips. 

"Thank you," Natasha murmured, her cheeks slightly flushed. "You look incredible too Wands.” 

The two made their way outside and as they stepped out into the cool evening air, Natasha felt a shiver run down her spine, it felt like ice ran through her veins for a moment. But she brushed it off, attributing the chill to the sudden shift in temperature. Maybe she should’ve grabbed a jacket... Whatever, it’d be fine. Nothing was going to disrupt their perfect evening.  

The pair continued to walk side by side, their fingers occasionally brushing against each other, sending electric sparks up Natasha's arm as Wanda failed to hide the creeping blush on her cheeks behind her wide smile. The bright, vibrant flickering city lights twinkled around them; they reminded Nat of the stars – something she loved. Before much longer the two found their way to a cosy little restaurant which Wanda had chosen for them. It wasn’t on the main streets by any means, instead the place was hidden and tucked away like a small private heaven, reserved for a select few induvials who dared explore the depths of the city.  

As they approached Natasha, she couldn’t help but wonder how the witch had found the place, but then again Wanda seemed to have a talent for finding hidden gems as she’d came to discover. A welcoming warmth enveloped the couple as they stepped inside. The atmosphere was gentle and intimate, soft lighting, a subtle scent of pine coming from exposed wooden features and the quiet ongoing conversations and clinking of glasses created the perfect ambience for a relaxing evening. 

As the two found their table they settled into their seats. The menu was presented by a friendly looking waiter, and Natasha found herself engrossed in conversation with Wanda as they discussed their preferences and shared stories from their pasts. It was as if time had slowed down, just for them, allowing them to savour every single precious moment together. 

However, as the evening progressed, Natasha began to feel a growing discomfort in her throat. She cleared her throat discreetly, hoping to alleviate the scratchiness she felt. She occasionally took a sip of her wine, trying to ignore the growing uncomfortable sensation. But as the time passed, she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation. A small headache distracting her, through this distraction Nat came to realise her nose felt slightly congested too and she was only properly breathing from one side. Additionally, despite the warmth of the restuarant, chills still continued to creep down her exposed arms, littering them with goosebumps. 

Ever observant Wanda noticed the subtle changes in Natasha's demeanour, reaching out across the table to take her hand into her own as she paused mid-sentence to ask, "Darling, are you alright?" 

Natasha offered a faint smile, trying her best to downplay her discomfort. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably just a little tired." 

Wanda's concern was clear, her thumb gently stroking Natasha's hand. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, not buying Natasha's attempt to brush it off. 

Natasha nodded, her smile a bit more strained this time. "Yeah, just need some rest. Don't worry about it." 

But Wanda wasn't easily convinced. She leaned in a little, studying Natasha's face intently. "You look a little flushed," she commented, worry etching her features as she looked over the now sniffling redhead. 

Natasha's cheeks tinted with a hint of pink, partly from the fever that was now taking hold and partly from Wanda's unwavering attention lingering over her. "It's probably just because its warm in here," she tried to reason, but maybe she shoud’ve thought of a better excuse because Wanda didn’t give in. 

Her brow furrowed with worry as her concern deepening. "Natasha your hands are cold." Wanda noted as she bit her lip slightly. 

Natasha sighed inwardly, coming to the dreaded realisation that she was losing this battle. She was used to being strong and independent, never letting anyone see her vulnerabilities. But with Wanda, it was different. She felt safe, loved, and cared for, and she knew she couldn't keep up the facade any longer. 

"Okay, maybe I’m a little off," Natasha finally admitted, her voice slightly hoarse now, “But it’s fine, I promise!” 

Wanda's eyes softened even more, and she squeezed her girlfriend’s hand gently before hesitantly asking, "Baby... Are you sick?" 

Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the genuine concern in Wanda's voice, she hadn’t expected her to be so gentle about it. Sickness had always been something that required punishment – it was weakness, and a Widow wasn’t weak. But with Wanda, there was something there, an urge to be honest so she nodded, giving in to the truth. "Was it obvious?” 

Wanda's expression shifted from concern to a mix of sympathy and a hint of amusement. "Well first of all, you're visibly shivering in a warm restaurant," she pointed out, her lips curling into a playful smile. "And you've got that adorable 'I'm-not-going-to-admit-I'm-sick' look on your face, Pietro used to have the exact same one.” 

Natasha chuckled weakly, her seemingly impenetrable defences crumbling and melting away under Wanda's gentle teasing. "Okay, maybe a little bit.” 

Wanda leaned closer across the table; her concern now mixed with a warm affection. "You don't have to be tough all the time, Nat. It's okay to be vulnerable, especially with me. I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, okay?” 

As the evening began to draw to a close, Natasha's voice had grown increasingly hoarse, and her occasional coughs which punctuated their conversation only grew in frequency. In return, Wanda's worry deepened, and she gently placed her hand on Natasha's arm, tracing her fingers along the goosebumps prickled along her pale skin. 

"Nat, honey, I really think we should head back," Wanda suggested as the tired-looking redhead sniffling against a napkin, “We’ve eaten now, and you’re just making yourself feel worse by staying here.” 

Natasha tried to protest weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm fine, Wands. Just a little scratchy throat." 

Wanda's lips curved into a soft smile, her fingers lingering on Natasha's arm. "Come on, let's get you home. I promise I'll take care of you." 

Reluctantly after some more light nudging, Natasha finally gave into her request, realising that Wanda's caring was something she couldn't quite resist. They paid the bill and Wanda helped Natasha to her feet, guiding her out of the restaurant and back into the crisp night air. 

"You should lie down as soon as we get back," Wanda suggested softly, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's forehead, frowning as she felt the heat settling into her skin. 

"I don't need you to check my temperature, I'm fine." Natasha mumbled, her voice a mere whisper as she pulled away from Wanda's touch, albeit it a little reluctantly – the witches' hand felt quite cooling. 

Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head as she offered out her hand to the redhead, "Alright, alright, okay. No temperature checks. But I am going to take care of you, deal? You'd do the same for me and it goes both ways." 

“Okay, deal.” 

When they finally arrived home back to Natasha's apartment, Wanda helped her inside, guiding her to the couch. She grabbed a blanket and draped it over Natasha, who was now curled up on the couch with a faint flush settled on her cheeks. 

"I'll make you some tea," Wanda said, heading to the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with a sweet smelling, steaming cup and she placed it on the coffee table in front of Natasha. "Here, this should help soothe your throat." 

"Thanks," Natasha croaked, her voice barely above a whisper now before she sipped on the hot liquid. 

Wanda smiled warmly as she settled down beside her, gently rubbing soft circles on her back as they both sat in comfortable silence. The sound of rain outside added to the cosy atmosphere, and Natasha found herself relaxing under Wanda's care. 

"You know," Wanda began with a playful glint in her eyes, "I've always thought you had a really hot voice, but this extra raspy version? It's kind of doing something for me, not going to lie. 

Natasha's eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She managed a weak chuckle, her voice even raspier now as she replied, "Flirting with a sick woman, Wanda Maximoff? You have no shame."  

Wanda laughed softly, her fingers still tracing soothing patterns on Natasha's back. "Well, I can't help it if you're irresistible. Even sick you’re still as beautiful as ever.” 

Natasha's lips curled into a tired but genuine smile as she looked back at the brunette through glistening eyes, "You're impossible." 

Wanda leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Natasha's temple. "And you, my dear, are stuck with me and I’m gonna spend the whole night taking care of you,” She paused, her hand trailing softly up her thigh, ”All of you.” 

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Could you write some x fem!reader with nurse Ann? Just little headcannons or (even better) your interpretation of her

I like her as a character and I'm quite curious to see your version of her :D

That sounds good 👍 I'll do both

Also, sorry it took so long to do this

Nurse Ann x Fem! Reader Headcanons

TW: mentions of Death and murder

Okay, let's first start off with my interpretation of Nurse Ann

I see Ann rather quiet and reserved, and pretty observant (with her surroundings and with people around her)

She keeps to herself most of the time and has trust issues (I mean, after what she went through, who wouldn't?), and only really trusts Jane, Dr. Smiley, E.J, Hobo Heart, and Liu

It did take some time for to warm up to the four guys since she didn't really like men ever since she came back to life

When she does speak, usually to scold E.J or Dr. Smiley for whatever reasons, her voice is a bit raspy

Jeff has a habit of making fun of her voice, which is pretty hypocritical of him since he sounds like he smokes several packs a day

He always regrets making fun of her after getting his ass kicked and getting chased around the forest by an angry undead nurse with a chainsaw

Doesn't stop him from doing it again, though

Since Ann is like Frankenstein's creature, being made out of different body parts and other people's skin, her limbs sometimes come loose or just full on come off

Everytime this happens, which isn't often, but isn't rare, she has to carefully sew her body back together and make not one mistake

Sometimes Liu has to get involved because he's pretty good with sewing

Ann takes really good care of her chainsaw

She cleans it from blood everytime she uses it and keeps it enclosed in a case when she's not using it to keep it safe

If anyone dares to touch the glass, Ann might have kneecaps to breaks and hands to cut off

When Ann's killing, she's usually quick with the death and saves the body for E.J so he can save the body's organs

Though there are times when, depending on the person, she's extremely brutal with them and gives them a slow and painful death

Most of her victims are men, but that doesn't mean women are safe from her rage

Whenever any of the Creeps who reside in the forest gets hurt or sick, Ann is usually where they go to so they can get fixed up

Though it is pretty hard to convince her to patch them up, especially if she hates that person *cough* Jeff *cough*

Giving her new sewing supplies to sew herself back together usually works, but not all the time

And this is mostly an idea, but I really like the thought of her wearing a vintage nurses outfit

Like from the 40s-60s

It would still be black and red like her canonical outfit she's always seen in

I also like the idea of her keeping her hair up when killing

Alright, now onto the X reader headcanons

Because Ann has trust issues, she's not close to a lot of people, and has never once dated after being brought back from the dead

But you must have done something, other than being a woman, to gain a lot of her trust if the two of you are dating

Maybe you're a human who somehow weaseled yourself into her heart by somehow surviving the forest, and somehow didn't die from her chainsaw

If that's the case, Ann protects you greatly from the dangers of the forest

She makes sure to let everyone know that if they hurt you in any way shape or form, she can and will kill them

Ann berates Smiley, E.J and Jeff the most and threatens to chop them into bits if they do anything stupid around you

She doesn't trust E.J or Dr. Smiley around you alone, because doesn't trust them to not try and eat your kidneys, and do some weird and messed up experiments on you

E.J isn't to scared since he's literally some sort of weird demon creature who could probably kill Ann, but he is just a tad bit scared if her

Ann probably makes some sort of deal with the Slender Man and his workers to make sure he doesn't get you

The Slender Man prefers kids for meals, but there's still a chance of him wanting you dead and sendng his proxies out to kill you

If you're some sort of other non-human or other-worldy creature, she'll be less protective of you, but that doesn't matter

She'll treat you practically the same as if you were a human, but less worried

Ann isn't a very touchy or words person, but wants to let you know she loves you

She gives little notes and affirmations of kindness and love to you, and probably gifts you wildflowers

You might get a small and quick hug or headpat when she feels more comfortable around you

Or even better, a small kiss

She will hold your hand the most though

If you love her back, you should probably give her compliments and let her know she's beautiful inside and out

Ever since dying, Ann hasn't really felt all that pretty anymore since she's know literally made out of other people's skin and limbs

Telling her she's pretty will boost her confidence

And she'll give you compliments back

The two of you, for fun, will, most likely than not, make flower crowns and sew different articles of clothing for eachother

You'll also read in silence together when nothing is happening

If you get sick or hurt in anyway, she's there for you to make sure you get better

Overall, Ann is a good lover who'll protect you no matter what, and make sure your safe from any monsters in the forest, and she'll show her love for you in small and sweet ways

[domineering-light]

Can I request romance headcanons for Arlecchino, Signora, and Sandrone?

{Romance _ headcanons}: Arlecchino, La Signora, Sandrone.

-First noticed her significant other working around the children in her orphanage.

-Cold at first, likes to keep her distance.

-Once she gets to know them better, she’s very affectionate, although physical affection isn’t her strong suit, she wouldn’t be opposed to it. She much prefers acts of service such as giving gifts, she also like to pamper them.

-Incredibly gentle, especially if they've fallen ill, she has worked around sick children many times, so she knows how to properly tend for you.

-She may be known for her temper, but she is very patient with you, and tries to resort problems as amicably as possible.

-Likes apples a lot for some reason, give her any apple related pastries and she will be very very happy.

-Overall great, but she snores and tosses around at night and will always steal the blankets for herself.

-Her current significant other was her best friend since Mondstadt, they were the only thing she had after Rostam’s death.

-Just like Arlecchino, she is very affectionate, except she isn’t so hesitant to show it and will shower them with kisses and hugs at all times.

-Contrary to popular belief, she always wanted to settle down in a cottage house with them and stay there for the rest of her life.

-Very protective, will attack anyone who hurts them or even insults them in anyway.

-She likes being pretty, she also like them being pretty, so guess what, a lot of going shopping!

-She also likes to do their hair and choose their outfit for them.

-She likes anything with chocolate! Whether it be fondant or chocolate chip cookies, she’s always up for it.

-Met her significant other while they were working in the ruin guard factory.

-Was always interested and watching from a distance, she likes to observe them and note down their habits, likes, and dislikes.

-Made a doll that resembles them to keep her company when they were gone.

-Her love language is very unique, she likes to show her affection by making small robots of animals such as rabbits and birds for them.

-Calls them “Darling” or “Dear” all of the time, refuses to use their name.

-Overworks herself a lot, has to be dragged out of her office to go rest all of the time.

-Likes the good ol’ vanilla snacks, such as plain cookies.

Enjoy your piece, dear anon!

[angeliczelda444]

Hi there!! Long time no post!! Ok so, I've been wanting to get better at art and drawing for quite sometime. I'm finally getting serious about it as well. Now, I'm a beginner so go easy on me lol. But, I made an OC for Tears of the Kingdom!! Her name is Iyana and she is the daughter of Rauru and Sonia. She has most of Sonia's features especially her smile, nose, ears, skin color and is of the Hylian race. However, she has inherited Rauru's long white hair and his beautiful blue eyes. Iyana also has Zonai ears shaped like Hylian ears and has horns on her head as well as her dads. Her dress is inspired by her father's outfit but it has many blue accents to it. Also, she wears a crown just like her mothers. But the gem in the middle is blue. The reason is very wholesome. I like to think that she chose the color blue for her crowns gem is to not only match her eyes but to also make herself feel like she has a third eye just like her father Rauru does. She's also the age of the 19 as well.

She also inherited Rauru's light powers as well. Her personality? She has a huge heart for her people and has a free spirit. She loves to engage with adventure and isn't afraid to stand up for what's right and isn't afraid to back down from a challenge. She also has the ability to use her light powers to heal people from sickness and injury.

Her relationship with Sonia, her mother is very wholesome despite them being different. With Iyanas free spirit Sonia can often worry about her daughters safety when she goes off in different areas in Hyrule without any other assistance. Iyana can get annoyed for her parents looking out for her but she still loves them and does what's best for her kingdom. Her and Sonia love to pick Sundelions when they have free time from their duties. They would use these flowers as medicine and even make each other flower crowns with the extra ones they pick. Sonia would also sing Iyana many lullabies especially when she was very little.

Her Relationship with Rauru? Daddy's girl. All the way. Although he does worry for her safety when she takes on huge task and adventures on her own, he also is the one who encourages it. So many playful moments between these two and one of Iyanas favorite ways to bond with her father on their free time is anything that can spark adventure. Especially when they can screw around with Zonai devices since Rauru has that advantage. Even since she was little, she would not only snuggle with her dad but she would also use his hair as a blanket since it's very soft. Rauru also teaches her many lessons on how to become a good leader for her people and has taught her to control her light powers.

In this fanfic I'm writing about Iyana, she went off on a pilgrimage before the events of Zelda arriving in Hyrule. She wants to learn how to harness her powers without her father's help so she could get stronger in defending her people before the time comes for her to inherit the throne. However, when she finds out that Sonia dies due to the events of Ganondorf, tragedy strikes within her. She's in a different kingdom outside of Hyrule when she finds this out from a messenger and she then frantically does her best to come home to help her Rauru. But it was too late. When she gets home after facing many obstacles in her way, her father had died along with Mineru, her aunt dying and never getting to meet Zelda since she turned into a dragon. This traumatizes Iyana. Causing her to be in serious grief knowing that her saying goodbye to her parents before she left would be the last time she would see them ever. With this, she inherits the throne and 5 years after the calamity Ganon is born.

Iyana.......is the Zelda of Ancient Hero's time. She joins forces with AH Link as the new queen of Hyrule along with 4 champions of her time. She even falls in love with the Ancient Hero. At first, all of this was just hitting hard on her. She's still herself but trauma has made her a bit more anxious and unsure if she could stop the Calamity. AH Link, however, helps her through this. With his kind heart and compassion, Iyana was head over heals with him and after the events of calamity Ganon she made him her king and ruled Hyrule.

[devinescribe]

Together

Tanner x Reader!

Warnings: Swearing

I love him sm and yeah I wanna make a part two to this maybe sooo

There were many things you could say you loved about District 10.

The fresh air, getting to care for the animals, getting to walk through the streets, sewing up clothes, and most of all you loved one boy that made District 10 seem like the best place on earth.

It was early in the morning and you looked at your list of clients and the clothing you had to make or fix. The things that needed to be fixed were waiting in neat folded piles while the fabric was thrown messily. You sighed. You were just upset about how one dress was turning out and destroyed your usually neat work station.

None of these had to be done for a couple of weeks, so you decided to start a bit later. They would understand. Especially with what was happening today. You walked out of your small home, and headed over to where the cattle was.

"Well good mornin' gals, ain't you all as pretty as a picture," you giggled, sitting on one of the wooden bars for the fence.

Some of the cows came over, and you smiled, reaching out to pet them.

"Well you're out early this mornin'," you heard a voice behind you say.

You jumped and almost fell off the fence if you hadn't caught yourself by wrapping your legs around the post.

"Oh, sorry I thought you heard me," he said.

"Yeah my bad I wasn't payin' attention. Good mornin' Tanner," you smiled.

You felt butterflies rise in your stomach as you tried to keep a friendly, not blushing and flustered, face.

He leaned against the fence post and then hopped up on it, sitting next to you.

The light from the sun was starting to get really bright, covering the expanse of the fields with its golden light. A comfortable silence sat between the two of you as you both watched the sun rise.

The silence was interrupted by one of the cows mooing.

You both laughed, and you looked over at him.

He smiled, "Well... this was a lovely way to spend the  mornin' of such a terrible day."

You looked down.

It was reaping day.

"Sorry I didn't meant to ruin-" he stammered out, trying to fix the situation.

"It's ok... I mean, it's our last year. We'll be ok," you smiled.

Part of you wanted to tell him how you felt. This was the perfect time to do so. The years of pining and crushing it could all come to a close right now.

But you said nothing.

Looking down you noticed a rip in his vest.

"What happened there?" You asked gently grabbing the fabric.

"Oh probably from it getting caught somewhere at the slaughterhouse," he shrugged.

"Hey don't mention that in front of the girls," you giggled, petting one of the cows that came up to you. "I can fix it... it's awful pretty."

He shot you a smile and nodded.

You hopped off the fence and beckoned him to follow back to your house.

Most people would be in shock of a girl who was freshly 18 living by herself, but the truth was that was the situation for most people in the districts. Your pa had died when you were young in the war, and your Ma died because she got sick about two years ago.

He awkwardly shuffled in and you had to stop yourself from laughing.

"Come on this ain't your first time in here," you laughed, leading him back to your sewing room.

He took off the vest, handing it to you. Most people thought that they should dress nice to head to town square, but there were many people who knew that dressing nice did nothing. Maybe a good impression, but in the end who cared what impression you left on the Capitol if you couldn't run or fight in your outfit.

As long as there were no stains and your clothes didn't smell, you would be fine.

Yet you wanted to look nice.

"I washed it up I guess Ma's pesterin' finally got to me," he joked, watching as you expertly wove your needle in and out.

When you finished it's like the rip was never there.

"There ya are, good as new," you said, handing it over.

He put it on with a smile.

"Well... d'ya wanna walk together?"

——

When Tanner left you on the girls side, you almost started to panic. There was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that was making you feel ill.

Your mayor got up and gave a small speech about the Hunger Games.

You weren't listening.

You weren't listening until his name was called. You looked up, your eyes scanning, hoping you had just heard wrong. You weren't listening so maybe it was someone else, oh gods let it be someone else.

But it wasn't.

You watched as Tanner slowly made his way up to the stage, some peacekeepers shoving him to walk faster.

How cruel. You felt like you were going to throw up as he locked eyes with you. You could tell he was scared. Nervous. But the cold expression on his face made it seem like he was just fine.

"And the female tribute for District 10... is..."

You watched as their hand went through the papers in the bowl, grabbing one slip out.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

A gasp and chatter arose through the crowd.

You swear your blood froze in your veins, your heart stopped beating and your brain stopped thinking.

You wanted to cry.

But instead you walked through the crowd up to the stage.

But apparently too slow as peacekeepers began to shove you. You got to the stairs and got pushed again, making you trip. An arm wrapped around you, helping you up.

Tanner helped you across the stage.

You stared out into the crowd and began to smooth your skirts.

Why did you wear this?

Oh right, you were confident you wouldn't have your name called.

The two of you were dragged and you felt his hand grab yours. He was trying to comfort you, but that comfort was quickly ripped away when you were grabbed and thrown into somewhere.

"Well don't fuckin' throw her-"

You heard a grunt and the doors slam shut leaving you both in

"Did they stick us in a cattle cart? Oh these sons of-"

"Tanner... calm down," you whispered as you stood to get a sense for your bearings.

It was pitch black and smelled. On top of being a cattle cart, it was unclean. Mucked out, sure. But not clean.

The train lurched forward causing you to fall.

"Tanner where are you can't see a damn thing, blinder than a mute bat," you cursed, feeling around on you hands and knees.

You felt around in the dark, your hands finally touching him as he kept talking to help you find him.

"You shouldn't really grope around in the dark, could dangerous things," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

Sitting besides him you huffed.

"It was supposed to be our last year...we weren't supposed to-"

"It's alright.... I promise you, you will get back home safe. I will not let you get hurt," he said.

You heard him take off his hat and start fidgeting with it.

You were going to die. You were going to die there was no better time to tell him. Taking a deep breath and steeling your nerves

"Tanner..."

"Yes sweetheart?"

You flushed at the nickname. You were so glad it was dark.

"Tanner, I've liked you for a while now... and by like I mean I've been crushin' on ya and I know that you might not feel the same, but I just had to tell you because if I don't say anything now, I never will."

You spilled your guts almost running out of air. The space filled with silence except for the sound of the train running on the track.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't of said nothin' I-"

You felt his hand grab yours.

"(Y/N), I feel the same way.... I-I was waitin' for you to take it back or somethin' saying it was a joke to make me feel better," he quickly said, interrupting you.

"Really?"

"Yes, I mean you're smart, talented... you're kind to everyone... not to mention you're just so beautiful... but that not why I fell for you..." he mumbled.

You smiled and leaned on his shoulder, his hand still in yours.

"Well I'm glad I told you then..."

——

When you arrived at the station in the Capitol, the peacekeepers slid the doors open making you wince at the sudden light. Tanner got out first, and you were standing trying to adjust your eyes.

The peacekeepers started to shove you out and you protested them asking them to stop so you could actually see and not fall off the wagon, yet your words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

One shoved you and you felt yourself falling, before someone caught you.

"Don't fuckin' shove her she could've gotten hurt," he hissed.

The peacekeepers laughed and you pleaded with him to hold his anger. There would be no good to come from him yelling at them.

You were both walking side by side with peacekeepers urging you on. He helped you up into the truck and you huffed, sitting down besides him. A boy with black hair and a grey hat stood by you guys.

"These Capitol pricks are already gettin' on my bad side," you scoffed.

Before the doors shut you saw a flash of red go by.

The blonde that had been on the platform talking to the girl from district 12.

"Did you get in the wrong cage pretty boy?" Asked one tribute.

"No, not at all. This cage is delightful," he said with a bit of a smirk.

You rolled your eyes and saw the tribute, who's name you now knew as Reaper from someone calling it out, grab the boy and slam him against the back wall.

You giggled at the fear in his eyes, but then felt bad. Tanner and the rest were cheering him on.

"Alright y'all, come on.... Poor Capitol boy stuck with the muck.... But right now you're all provin' everythin' he things of the districts. That we're violent, good for nothin', dirty, and no better than animals. And you can bet if you hurt him, they'll take all of us outback and put us down like the damn mutts they think we are," you said, standing up to get people's attention.

"Capitol sympathizer, huh? Keep your mouth shut or I'll-"

"I ain't a Capitol sympathizer you shut your mouth. My pa died in the war 'cause of the Capitol. But we don't wanna die before we even get in that damn arena. So sit your asses down,” you started, pushing Tanner to sit. “And let’s all calm down.”

With that, you sat next to Tanner as the rest of the kids looked shocked. The girl who had called you a ‘Capitol sympathizer’, gave you a look of… admiration?

“Plus he’s my mentor… I might need him,” the girl with the rainbow dress said.

There was some discourse about the mentors, when suddenly the cart got thrown back, the doors opening as you screamed, falling down a tunnel, and landing onto some flat rocks.

You groaned and you were lightheaded and dizzy.

You felt a hand pass over your back and downward and you immediately got up and were about to hit someone, until you saw Tanner put his hands up in surrender.

“Tanner Sheppards you better have a damn good reason for thinkin’ it’s okay to touch me like that,” you hissed, grabbing one of his arms.

“I-I promise I wasn’t tryin’ to your skirts went up and well there’s cameras and I didn’t want you to be exposed like that in front of everyone I-“ he stammered, looking into your angry eyes.

You immediately felt ashamed of your anger towards the boy.

“I’m sorry really I thought… I mean I’m stressed about the situation but that’s still does not give me the right to snap at you like that… I’m sorry,” you mumbled, as he grabbed your hand.

“Don’t worry about it darlin’ not like you’re too orientated from that fall,” he laughed.

You roll your eyes and go to take a step before almost falling over.

“Like a bull in a china shop…” you muttered.

Tanner’s hand went around your waist and he helped you over to sit on a rock. You saw the boy with the hat, and who you assumed to be his district partner, sitting opposite of you.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) and this is Tanner, we’re from District ten,” you introduced, smiling towards the girl.

She returned the smile and reached to shake your hand. You shook hers as she introduced herself.

“My name is Lamina… and this is Treech. We’re from district seven,” she smiled.

Both pairs of boys looked at their respective partners and then to each other. Were they expected to get along and chat like you two did?

Soon enough, you had learned everyone’s names. The girl with the rainbow dress, Lucy Gray, talked with Lamina and you.

“Well, he’s strong as an ox, but boy is he a few strings short of a guitar,” you laughed, watching as the boys spent their time arm wrestling.

The two other girls giggled.

This was almost too nice. There was a sense of dread looming in the back of your heads but for now you were happy.

“So… you and your boy?” Lucy Gray said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“O-oh um… we’re just friends… well I guess we confessed on the train here, but he ain’t asked me to be official and call me dumb but uh… I kind of want him to ask since I confessed first,” you shrugged, blushing slightly.

“It’s not stupid! I mean… I understand your frustration, he should at least have the decency to ask before we die,” Lamina mumbled.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or frown. So you just gave a smile and nod.

The day was getting darker, turning to night. You sighed staring at the sky turning all different colors.

You heard someone sit beside you.

“Whatcha up to darlin’?”

“Oh um… just starin’ at the sorry excuse for a sunset they have here in the Capitol,” you whispered, hugging your knees to your chest.

There was a comforting silence that filled the air. You could hear some cameras training on you and Tanner, some Capitol children musing at you, and the hushed talking of the other tributes behind you. Leaning your head on Tanner’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you closer.

“Hey… so I wanna do this the right way. Sure I um… well you confessed but, I shared my feelin’s and how I felt about you… but I guess I wanna be all proper about it I mean… you deserve it and way more… I know I may just be some boy from ten that can barely help his family even from workin’, and can barely talk to ya without makin’ a fool of myself…. But I truly do like you… the way you talk, your sweetness… you’re always helpin’ not just me but others in town you make them clothes and sometimes don’t charge I mean… you’re the best seamstress in town! You’ve been through so much yet you don’t let any of that get ya down or let it turn you bitter… anyway… this is just a long way of me askin’…. (Y/N), will you be officially mine?”

Time froze. There was nothing but you and Tanner in this moment. His words echoed through your head like a choirs haunting singing reverberated through a church.

Slowly you nodded and smile, throwing your arms around him.

“Absolutely I will,” you laughed.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

In this moment there was no Hunger Games, no peacekeepers, no death. There was just you in the arms of the boy who made district ten seem like the best place on earth.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Stella's Hubris

Now call her a shallow, sadistic, vapid self absorbed harpy bitch (which she certainly was but few if any would have either the spine or the balls to say that to her face) but if Stella was chocolate, she'd certainly eat herself. Case being the absolute sadist glee and pride she felt in this little master plan of hers, as she sat lounging in the room of the hotel she'd booked tonight for herself and a very special guest. One she would very much take satisfaction and sheer glee in dominating and destroying. Dare she think, she might've been actually getting aroused (not horny, that's the commoner way).

Now why you might be wondering, well I'll try and keep this short, plenty of you are more than familiar and acquainted enough with the ongoing soap opera strife involving Stella, her husband and said husband's Imp boytoy. Suffice to say, and this is an understatement, she was pissed, not to mention sick and tired of the fact that the damn owl, if he had to go cheat, had to do it with an imp of all hell's natives!! Now sure she could just divorce his ass or hell just have him killed but then she had a stroke of genius, so she thought. She'd get payback by finding and banging some Imp's little brains out, thus ensuring the best lay of his measly little life and of course proving herself the more desirable Goetian.

Hey don't look at me like that, you expect me to make any sense of this swan's logic? It made about as much sense as the fact that for some reason their parents thought it'd be a good idea to arrange a marriage between the 2 despite the fact it clearly wasn't working out and that Stolas maybe might have been a closet case? But the point is she that she had gone and made these arrangements to have some imp brought to her at this little secret exclusive hotel for a night of passion. Which she was going to have filmed and photographed for her personal pleasure of course.

Hearing the sounds of the door opening, footsteps and a muffled voice, the fowl woman (pun intended) grinned as she got up from her lounging, looking herself in the mirror with a little narcissistic affection and admiration at the lingerie she got for this occasion. Just because she was going to bang some rando imp didn't mean she couldn't look fabulous after all, stepping into the boudoir as she beheld her lucky prey. Tied up with a burlap sack over his head as she pulled it off revealing it to be Moxxie of all people. Now I know what you're thinking but doubtful she even cared to know which imp Stolas was seeing so it was purely coincidence she got Moxxie snagged because that's how his luck is going here.

The gagged imp was clearly none too pleased, his muffled ranting pausing soon as he laid eyes on her. Going stiff as a board as he began to put the mental gymnastics together as to who she was but not so much the why he was here. Not helping the fact that for as much of an evil bitch energy she was giving off, Stella still did radiate quite a sexual charisma which wasn't helped by the ensemble she was wearing that just screamed made to get a dick hard. Or the rather sadistic twinkling gleam in her eyes as she sensually laughed at his reaction, leaning in close to caress one talon under his chin.

Stella:"Well I do have to rather admit, far as imps go? You're certainly not too hard on the eyes, rather dashing and handsome in way, cute even. Consider yourself a very lucky and blessed little one then because tonight, you have the luxury of sharing my sexual company this evening. We are going, and honestly, why play it polite, fuck and it's going to be fun....for me, I assure you."*The demon swan bitch queen all but reassured her captive beau for the evening, making it clear to him what her intentions were. Undoing her outfit enough to expose some of the more intimate, down right naughty sexy portions of her body before him. Taking delight in his reaction especially when she could the distinct bulge forming in the crotch of his pants. The mere idea she was enticing enough to coax Moxxie into getting an erection a very fine boost to her ego, as well as fuel to her own libido of course.*

With that said of course, the Goetian deviant woman decided she'd had done enough stalling and set to sate her carnal appetite, a nice cold dish of sweet revenge in the form of fucking her own imp boi toy. Running her talon down along to undo his bowtie and unbutton his shirt, licking her beak at the sight of quite a nice body for such a runty imp before she came to stop at the fly of his pants. Undoing it as she knelt down to have herself a better look see at the toy she would be playing with before she found herself getting quite a shock. Eyes shocked wide, beaked mouth agape as before it sprung out and stood quite the impressive length and girth she'd ever witnessed given whaetever prior sexual experience she had before and during her marriage to Stolas.

Stella:"W-well....certainly not a runt where it counts hmm?"*Trying and failing to sound nonchalant and unimpressed and really how could she? Thinking what the absolute fuck, was it possible for any imp to be so big or was Moxxie just some sort of mutant?!!*"W-well let's see if you're experienced enough with it to please someone like me, little man...."*Her bravado clear as day as she nervously grasped and stroked his shaft in her hand, feeling it twitch and pulse with every massage of her feathery palm and fingers. Uusing her free hand to undo the binds and restaints on Moxxie, after all it wouldn't do to not least let her gentleman for the night please her to the best of his abilities if he was tied up.*

If her hubris hadn't already been coming to bite her in her feathered and sexy avian ass, the moment she'd let him loose was pretty much it. She wasn't sure how or why it'd managed to come to play out like this but Moxxie was pretty much dominating her and she found herself loving it. Her brain and body alike becoming hit and overwhelmed with such unreal sensations of mind numbing sexual pleasrure she never thought imaginable and yet she was feeling it. Gripping and biting the sheets for her infernal life as the imp had her currently her pinned down, taking her from behind in the prone bone position.

Their bodies naked and contrasting one another as the imp's crimson red compact form flexed its quite surprisingly built muscles, his pelvis a blur as he thrust and pumped his cock away into the sloppy wet pussy of the snow white swan noblewoman like a jackhammer. His massive golfball sized nutsack smacking her clit as the bed creaked and shook from the intense force of his rutting as Stella could only make what could be described as some bizarre blend of the cries of birds in mating mixed with a porn star as she got railed by a well endowed co-star. The vindictive spiteful bird losing all sense of pride and arrogance, even forgetting what reasons she had for arranging this liaison or the fact she knows she shouldn't be enjoying this. To think a mere imp could give her so much pleasure, someone of her stature and pedigree in high society and what's more, she was loving each and every single damn second of it.

To think her parents could've gone and maybe gotten her this, this absolute unit stallion of an imp as her persona pleasure butler or something instead of marrying her off to a closet case!! She could've been getting laid around the clock and forgotten all about that nonsense about image, class and sophistication!! Fuck it she would gladly forgo trying to get all of Stolas' assets and fortune just to be a sex slave for this stud!! Wait was she really thinking that?

Of course she damn well was as she cried and howled for Moxxie to not stop, to use her as he saw fit and reduce her to his personal sexual plaything!! Make her his pretty little erotic songbird as he continued to fuck her relentlessly, no doubt the imp hitman was driven to try and meet whatever high standards the Goetian woman had unaware that he'd pretty much exceeded them the moment he penetrated her and took control. Her cries of calling him master and daddy in between her whorish, wanton moans as he put her body through a variety of positions she'd likely never experienced past the vanilla basics or whatever sort of sexual education her parents had provided her. Which knowing some nobles was basic as fuck which was pretty ironic given the rumours some extremely rich types were said to get up to behind closed doors according to movies like eyes wide shut but hey Stanley Kubrick was a weird fuck like that.

The Swan demon woman had especially found she rather relished the sort of positions that made her feel degraded, the sort fitting for the bitch in heat that she had been reduced to such as the mating press or doggy style. Even during the shifts where she was on top, such as cowgirl, she felt more like she was simply showing off for her new imp Daddy as she posed erotically for him and flashed her sensual assets before him. Making it known to him that he had her absolute devotion and belonged to him, mind body and soul as the pair went at it with their scandalous rur long into the night. By sunrise Moxxie had made his leave, the lady killing charmer limping slightly, exhuasted yet proud at the job well done at an unexpected mission being accomplished while Stella liad in the remains the demolished bed, smiling in a sexual coma made possible only by such an alpha male.

Some days after this secret liaison, Stolas was pleasantly surprised to find Stella had mailed him the divorce papers with her signature, much to the confusion of him and his brother in law as she didn't even include any terms granting her the majority of assets per the prenup agreement in their marriage. Just 5050 with equal custody shared between them in regards to visitation and parental supervision of Octavia and that was that. Millie meanwhile was quite surprised herself when she answered a knock on her door to find the swan herself on the other side with suitcases in hand. Of course one explanation later of course and the kinky shortstack wife of Moxxie knew her man's natural sexual charisma went and worked its magic once more.

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misahyo update time! if you haven't caught up on this au, i updated the masterlist for this one (here) so please try to read it in the order it was posted in (at least the misahyo stuff)

tw: anxiety, bullying, anxiety in children

Jihyo sighed as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again. While she normally tried to be on top of answering her phone, now was absolutely not the time.

“These are our main components of aspects and form when considering sustainable designs, now as you may remember from the assigned reading last night, we have many other considerations in architectural design…” Jihyo willed the persistent buzzing in her pocket. She never really considered herself an overly anxious person, but she could feel her impatience and irritation slowly raising while she lectured. What if her father was hurt? What if Nico had an asthma attack at school? What if Mina was having a bad day? What if Sana was having an anxiety attack? All these thoughts swirled around Jihyo’s mind as she scribbled on the board. Truthfully, lecturing to a class of thirty completely checked out students was about the last place she wanted to be. But, this was her job. And she had to stay on track with her lesson plans.

She just wished the time would go by faster.

Eventually, the buzzing stopped. At first Jihyo was relieved, but that quickly turned to stress as her thoughts got increasingly darker. What if Nico was in the hospital? Her asthma could be quite severe, especially when she was sick. What if her dad was in the hospital? He had no one else to look out for him, and being more than an hour drive away meant that Jihyo wasn’t able to check in on him as much as she would like. What if Mina was pushed to a breaking point? What if Sana was?

Jihyo just wished the words would come out faster, and wished the time would tick by faster. She just wished to be out in the hallway, lecture done for the day, and checking her caller id for whoever was blowing up her phone with calls.

She holds it together through the rest of her lecture, answering questions as best, and as quickly, as she could. The minute Jihyo answers the last question, she starts gathering her stuff. She immediately grabs her phone out of her pocket, and her heart sinks when she notices the calls have all been from Nico’s school. The thought of Nico getting sick, or hurt, or worse just made her feel even worse. Thankfully, she didn’t have any panicked texts from Mina or Sana, but considering they also had classes at the moment, she expected they also hadn’t had the chance to check their phones.

As she’s processing her call history, another call comes through. She immediately answers it, her anxiety peaking as the line connects.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mrs. Park Jihyo?”

“Yes.”

“Hi, I’m Lee Seungmin from Sunshine preschool, and I’m calling about an incident your daughter Nico was involved in today.” Nico wasn’t normally the type to act out, so Jihyo was confused at the call. “We would like for you or another parent or guardian to come by as soon as possible to come speak about her behavior and to come pick her up.”

“I can come now, but it should take me about twenty minutes to get there.” Jihyo checked her watch. It was almost one in the afternoon, which meant she had another two hours before her next class. She could cancel it, but she did worry about keeping to the course schedule.

“Okay, perfect. Could you also possibly bring Nico a change of clothes?” Jihyo became even more confused with the question, but given Nico’s age, she chalked it up to a simple spill or mess. Thankfully, she kept a spare outfit for Nico in her car. It had come in handy more than once, and keeping extra clothes around was one of those parenting tips she refused to thank Nayeon for.

“Sure. Talk to you later.” After a pleasant greeting from the other end, Jihyo settled her stuff and set out. It was a bit of a hike to get back to her car, and her mind spent the entire time coming up with possible reasons Nico would be in trouble. While normally a little angel, Nico could get quite grumpy when she was woken up too early in the morning or from a nap. She could also get a little grumpy when she wasn’t allowed to play outside. She could also be a bit antisocial if Jihyo was honest. Her teacher had expressed concern over Nico multiple times, saying she was struggling to form friendships in her class, and that she was quite shy for her age. But, Jihyo’s dad told her that her teachers said the same thing about her at Nico’s age, so she tried not to worry about it too much.

The entire drive to Nico’s school, Jihyo thinks about all the scenarios Nico could have gotten herself into. Nico seemed normal that morning, so that ruled out the sick possibility. Nico had never gotten into any fights before, but Jihyo supposed there was a first time for everything. It could be another child's fault, and Nico could have just gotten caught in the crossfire. Jihyo really hoped that was the case.

When she got there, Jihyo's finds anxiety weighing heavier on her than usual. She always tried to be the calm one in these kinds of situations, tried to be the one Mina and Sana could rely on. But truthfully, she was just happy they weren't here to see her at the moment. She was barely holding herself together, and that was a terrifying feeling.

Jihyo gets quickly ushered into Nico’s classroom the minute she gets there. Nico’s teacher is there, but her daughter, and all the other kids for that matter, are suspiciously absent.

“Hello Mrs. Park, please take a seat.” Jihyo nodded at the instruction, sitting at the only other adult sized chair in the room. “I’m sorry to have to call you like this, but unfortunately, there was a bit of an, incident, today.”

“An incident?”

“Well… It all started when Minji took Nico’s stuffed polar bear she brings from home during playtime.” Jihyo immediately knows this story is not going to have a good ending. “And well, Nico did not take kindly to that. So she asked for it back, and when Minji said no, she tried to take it back. I was dealing with another student at the time, so I didn't notice it until it had already escalated a bit, but they got into a bit of a physical altercation. I could tell Nico wasn't the aggressor, well at least she was being less violent than Minji, but she was trying to fight back and she did push Minji to the ground. This led to Minji retaliating and she got a pretty good scratch before I could separate the two of them. After, I had a talk with both girls to see what happened and while I was talking to the office about calling their parents, Nico somehow ended up in the little pool of water we set out for the demo one of the teachers was going to do for the kids today.” Well, at least that explained the extra clothes. “Anyway, I wasn't personally there to witness what happened, and Minji said she didn't do it. Nico didn't say anything either, but she’s been quiet since the incident earlier.”

“Thank you for letting me know. I’m sorry she acted that way, she’s never done anything like that before.”

“I tried to explain to her that pushing people wasn't nice, and if someone was doing something she didn't like it was best to ask an adult for help, but I think in this particular case, Nico just felt cornered.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Minji has always been a bit… Mean to Nico.” Oh no, Jihyo thinks, did her three and a half year old already have a bully? “It's never been physical before, and I’ve tried to step in when I see it happening, but I’m not watching every single child all the time, so there could be incidents that happen behind my back.”

“Wow okay, she's never mentioned anything about it at home.” Jihyo sighed.

“It's been a somewhat recent shift. Minji is fairly new to the school.” The teacher explained. “I have talked with her one on one about being mean to Nico, but she had never done anything. to warrant parent involvement until today. Even then, the school's policy states that any child that hurts another must be disciplined. And since Nico pushed Minji…”

“Yeah, I understand.” Jihyo sighed. “So I need to take her home?”

“Yes, that's the policy. She can return tomorrow, but please bring her in a little early so I can have a discussion with her and Minji about today.”

“Sure.” Jihyo nodded.

“I would like to talk to her with your present a little bit before you leave. I had her wait in the hallway, all the other kids are at recess at the current moment. Let me go get her.”

“Of course.”

Jihyo was not prepared for how absolutely wrecked Nico appeared when the teacher brought her in. Her clothes were soaked, and she had a little towel wrapped around herself to keep her from dripping all over the ground. Her arm had a large bandage around it, and she refused to even look at Jihyo. Once the teacher sat her down next to Jihyo, Nico buried her face in her towel, absolutely refusing to look up at either adult.

“Nico, can you please tell your mama what you did today?”

“Was bad.” Nico muttered it so quietly, Jihyo was surprised she was able to hear it. Her teacher certainly didn't.

“Nico, can you please look at adults when they are talking to you?” Nico nodded, burying herself further into her towel. Jihyo wasn't sure if it was her mom senses, or just a general understanding of how people act when they are upset, but she was immediately alarmed with Nico’s behavior. Nico had never acted like that, even when she was mad or upset, she never refused to look at them. “Nico…”

“Hey buddy.” Jihyo rested one hand on Nico’s back, whispering to her daughter. Nico was trembling under her hand. Jihyo felt the alarm bells get even louder. “Nico, sweetie, it's okay. We just want to talk.” Nico’s shaking got worse, and Jihyo could hear barely contained sobs from her daughter. “I think it's best if I take her home right now.” Jihyo addressed Nico’s teacher, who seemed to have noticed Nico’s distress.

“Yes, I… Do think that's a good idea.” The teacher nodded. “Nico, we can talk tomorrow.” Nico stayed in her little cocoon while Jihyo went to collect her stuff. Once she had Nico’s belongings, she addressed her daughter.

“Nico, it's time to go home.”

“Don't wanna.” Nico mumbled.

“You don't want to?”

“M’ gonna be in trouble.”

“Well maybe a little bit, but not until you are feeling a little bit better.” Jihyo knew she could just pick Nico up and carry her home, but she was scared that would cause Nico to get even worse. “Right now, I promise you won't be in trouble.” Nico didn't say anything, but opened herself up enough to take Jihyo's hand. Jihyo led her first to the bathroom, changing Nico out of her wet clothes as quickly as possible. She left the towel with the other dirty ones, and when she turned back to Nico she had pulled her sweater over her face. Jihyo didn't say anything more, taking Nico’s hand again and guiding her out of the school. Once they are in the car, Nico curls into her car seat, her sweater still on her face as Jihyo starts off home.

Truthfully, she has no idea how to handle this. Nico being unresponsive was new, and she seemed genuinely terrified of something. Whether that was punishment, or her parents, or Minji, Jihyo wasn't sure.

What she was sure of was that something was very very wrong.

When she gets home, Sana and Mina’s cars are both there. She's surprised to say the least, but she guessed they had also gotten calls from Nico’s school.

“Alright buddy, we're home.” Jihyo unbuckled Nico as best she could, gently picking her up to carry her inside. Nico didn't seem angry about it, but she didn't say anything to Jihyo as she carried her inside.

Mina and Sana are both on the couch, worry spelled across their faces. It only intensifies when they see Jihyo.

“Nico?” Sana ran up to them the minute she spotted them. Jihyo could tell she also sensed something was wrong. Mina was right behind her, her beautiful face marred with worry and dark circles. “What happened? Is she hurt? Why is there a bandage on her arm?”

Nico started shaking again as Sana talked. Jihyo’s heart sinks when she realizes they are at least a partial cause in Nico’s distress.

“She’s going to be okay. There was a little incident at school today.” Jihyo made a mental note to explain the situation more later, when Nico wasn't shaking in her arms. “Nico, you aren't in trouble. You can come out now.”

“No!” Nico buried herself further in her sweater.

“Sweetie, are you scared we are going to be mad at you? Cause we’re not, I promise.” Sana gently rubbed Nico’s arm.

“Nico, we just want to help you feel better.” Jihyo added to Sana’s comment.

“I was a bad girl.” Nico muttered. “I was bad and now mommy mama and ka-san and going to get rid of me.”

“What?” Jihyo feels her heart shatter at Nico’s statement. She absolutely never wanted Nico to feel unwanted, and the fact it was coming from them made it even worse. She watched Sana’s face fall, and she could feel Mina tense next to her. “Nico, we are never going to get rid of you.”

“Yes you are.” Nico muttered. “Mommy, mama, and ka-san have a lot, Auntie Momo told me that you guys are busy and I have to be good, and I wasn’t good. I was bad. So I have to go away.” Nico cried. Jihyo heard her breathing get shallower, and immediately handed Nico’s backpack hanging on her arm to Mina. Mina immediately understood, digging into Nico’s backpack for her inhaler.

“Nico, please take a deep breath. We are not going to get rid of you.” Jihyo gently pulled on Nico’s sweater, trying to get her to pop her head out so she could get more air, but Nico resisted.

“Nico please, just look at us.” Sana rested one hand on Nico’s arm, just trying to comfort her. “We would never get rid of you.” Sana’s tone was extremely serious. Jihyo rarely heard her wife that serious, and she was sure Nico wasn't used to it either.

“Even when I’m bad.”

“Yes Nico, even when you are bad.” Jihyo responded.

“We’ve never even thought about it.” Mina added, holding Nico’s inhaler in one hand, tensing when Nico started coughing. When Jihyo tried to pull Nico’s sweater down a second time, she didn't resist. Her face was a mess of tears, and her breathing was shallow, but Jihyo, and she suspected her wives as well, poured all of their love towards Nico.

“We will never ever in one million years get rid of you.” Sana whispered, gently kissing Nico’s forehead. “We love you so much, we will always, always be here for you.”

“Take some deep breaths okay?” Jihyo whispered as Mina moved closer, Nico’s inhaler in one hand. Nico struggled with her breath, tears trickling down her cheeks. Mina moved Nico’s inhaler closer, and the little girl immediately opened her mouth.

“In.” Mina whispered. Nico did as instructed as Mina used her inhaler. None of them could speak as Nico slowly got a better grip on her breathing. Jihyo didn’t know what to say, what to do. All she really felt like was a failure. As a parent, her main job was making sure Nico was safe, healthy, and knew how loved she was. Jihyo felt like she had failed at that. Here her daughter was, panicking that they were going to get rid of her over some minor dispute.

They were all silent as Nico slowly became even again. Jihyo moved them all over to the couch, rubbing a hand on Nico’s back as she slowly calmed down. Once Nico was calm, she laid against Jihyo, utter exhaustion written all over her face.

“Baby, I know your tired, but we just want to know so we can tell them how wrong they were, who told you we would get rid of you?” Sana whispered as she gently drew circles on Nico’s back.

“Minji was telling us that her brother was bad, so her parents had to get rid of him. And she told me that if I was bad, mommy, mama, and ka-san would want to get rid of me too.” Nico explained. “And since mommy, mama, and ka-san are busy, they don't have time to punish me so they are gonna get rid of me if I’m bad.”

“Oh baby.” Sana had a heartbroken look on her face as she tried to comfort Nico. Jihyo felt just about the same. “We are never ever going to be too busy for you. And we would never want to get rid of you.”

“Never ever?”

“Never ever.” Sana confirmed. Nico nodded, seemingly comforted by the reassurance and she settled into Jihyo’s arm. “Why don't you take a little nap, and we can have katsu curry when you wake up.” Nico nodded, her head resting against Jihyo’s shoulder as her eyes closed. It wasn't long until she was asleep, and Jihyo carefully carried her to her bed. Once Nico was settled into bed, Jihyo gave her a kiss to the forehead before leaving to go talk to her wives.

“That was rough.” Sana was the first one to speak up, her head curled into Jihyo’s side as Jihyo wrapped one of her arms around Sana and the other around Mina.

“Your telling me.” Jihyo muttered.

“I-I had no idea she felt like that.” Mina muttered. “Did we do something wrong to make her feel that way.” Jihyo knew Mina well enough to know the unspoken follow up question to that. Did I do something wrong?

“No, I think this Minji girl was the one who got the idea into her head.” Jihyo reassured.

“It does expose some greater issues though…” Sana trailed off. “Well, first, I think we need to take Nico to a therapist. Her reaction was, rough to say the least. It was like she was terrified of us. And while she's always been a sweet girl, I think she has a fear of punishment in general, like worse than most kids. The second is, we need to spend more time with her. Maybe she would have told us about Minji before if we had been around her more often.” That is easier said than done Jihyo internally added to Sana’s statement. She had spent plenty of time with Nico, and she had never mentioned Minji. But, then spending more time with their child was always going to be a good thing. She just hoped Mina and Sana don't start forcing themselves to spend time with Nico when they aren't emotionally ready.

“I do agree about the therapy.” Jihyo left her thought about spending time with Nico out for the time being. Her feelings were too complicated to talk about that at the current moment. “I can ask Nayeon Unnie who they sent the twins and Zumi to. I know they had a lot of success, especially with Jae. I know they were all around Nico’s age when they started.”

“Sounds good.” Sana cuddled closer to Nico. “And Mitang?” Mina looked at Sana at the question. “You did absolutely nothing wrong. Do not blame yourself for this.” Sana spoke before Jihyo could, and all she did was gently squeeze Mina to show her agreement. Tears came to Mina’s eyes as she cuddled closer to Jihyo. “Thank you…” Mina muttered.

“We love you Mitang.” Sana kissed Mina’s hand, holding it across Jihyo’s stomach.

“I love you too Satang, Hyo.” Jihyo smiled, kissing Mina’s head before Sana whined. Jihyo tried to give her the same, but Sana jerked her head up for a kiss on the lips, though it landed more on her cheek. Sana giggled, before moving for a proper kiss. Jihyo pulled away before she could get her tongue in.

“Hornball.” Jihyo teased. “Nico could wake up at any minute and here you are, trying to slip some tongue into an innocent kiss.”

“Guilty as charged.” Sana had a devilish grin on her face. “You know I can't help myself when you are all dressed up for work.”

“Well, save your horiness for later.” Jihyo gently pinched Sana’s nose, causing Mina to erupt into laughs beside her at the interaction. “We have a special dinner to make for a special girl.”

“Boo, you know I’m banned from the kitchen.” Sana poured. “Mitang you want to come upstairs to help me grab… Something?”

“Nope. Not falling for that one.” Mina grinned at Sana, giggling even more as Sana’s kisses started trailing up her arm. “Hey, come on. I’ll temporarily lift your kitchen ban.”

“Really?” Sana asked excitedly. “I get to help Mitang and HyoHyo cook?”

“As long as you don't call me HyoHyo.” Jihyo muttered. “Come on, we have to hurry if we want to be done by the time she gets up.”

xx

After a nice dinner, and a long night of reassuring Nico how loved she was, Jihyo finds herself alone on the balcony. For all Sana’s bravado earlier, she fell asleep quite quickly after Nico is asleep. Mina wasn't far behind her, and while Jihyo had laid with them as they fell asleep, she found herself unable to join them. It was already late, almost midnight as she sat on the freezing cold balcony bundled in her parka, but looking at the night sky was calming her mind, at least a little bit. She was also calmed by the single can of beer she had brought with. She wasn't one for drinking her sorrows away, but she did enjoy a nice drink from time to time.

Jihyo knew the alcohol was the only chance she had at getting to sleep.

She honestly wasn't sure what possessed her to pick up her phone, but she finds herself holding her phone to her ear while the other line rings. She can feel her nerves building, and half of her is tempted to hang up before the other had a chance to answer, but instead she found herself stuck listening to the ringing sound.

Just as she was about to give up, the line connected.

“Jihyo?” Nayeon's voice was quiet, Jihyo’s guessing she was in bed already. “What could possibly need right now?”

“Hey Unnie, could we possibly meet up tomorrow, to… Talk?” Jihyo tried to convey the seriousness of her tone. Nayeon would understand her. She knew she would.

“Is something wrong?” Nayeon’s voice took on a concerned tone. “Do you need me to come over now?”

“No.” Jihyo sighed. “No, we can do this tomorrow with Jeongyeon Unnie.”

“Okay.” Nayeon seemed reassuring. “Yeah, how about lunch tomorrow? I’ll get Jeongyeon to come.”

“Sounds great.” Jihyo nodded. “I’ll see you then?”

“See you.” As the line disconnected, Jihyo stared at the night sky. She had no idea how much longer they could all last like this, but it seemed like the cracks were already starting to show.