#i mean i alr knew i was obsessed

[abbyshands]

me: why do i get nauseous when i think about my partner

google:

LIKE OH OKAY !!!

[whereinthworld]

fanart for @hoofpeet . but instead of ingo au. it's just Ginger. while being brain rotted by Avatar content I end up obsessing over this bovine oc.

Ginger.. Girl I'm sorry for the head canons I have made in my head of you.

she's an oops baby, AND the only dark skin AND the only bovine in her family. AND SHE IS ALSO A GIRL AND FIRST CHILD? let's add with the fact that Bunny used to be sexist. which I assume he learned from his parents. (dad or mom idkk)

which means their parents were most likely religious too not insane religious. but sexist classic batak Christian type of racist. like they love her but...come on. yk what I mean the way they talk about other species or people of color.

Bro was like freshly 20 and was in college. family guy but he's nonchalant, passive at most. most likely knew there's a chance he had a kid with Ginger's mom but never touched on it because it's none of his problem. her mom didn't give a damn and just liked him because he was hot and his idgaf attitude.

when she got knocked up, the dude was alr heading outside of town for his studies and never came back.

his name was prob Horaz or something.

this was probably too much yapping and bs I'm so sorry😭 love your art tho and I hope you add more to Ginger's story.

[littlemissayu]

Alr tysm!! so if its alr can you maybe write a yandere fanfic of Riddle amd Floyd regarding their Halloween wear?

Like how the reader is missing along with the students

A/N: I'm so happy I finally got a request bc I wanted to post I just wasn't sure of what. I'm also gonna assume this is gender neutrual!

Yandere!Riddle Rosehearts x Fem!Reader | Yandere!Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader

TW- yandere tendencies, unhealthy obsession,kidnapping

Side Note: I do not consent to this behavior; it is unhealthy, traumatizing, immoral, and mental. I only write for enjoyment. I would never wish this unto someone else.

How Yandere Floyd and Riddle React to the reader going missing (Halloween Event) | Headcanons

When I think of Yandere Riddle I think of a controlling, self-aware, manipulative yandere

He absolutely realizes how creepy and overly obsessive he is of you, but he just claims it as a trauma response to his childhood from his mother; and continues his yandere ways

So when everyone starts going missing his immediate response of course is you

He starts thinking about how you could've been kidnapped, which you were

When he finds out he's FURIOUS

All he can think is "HOW DARE SOMEONE TAKE MY BELOVED" especially right when he was thinking of locking you up in his room so you could only spend time with him

he doesn't actually care about the others, he just wants you back safe and sound in his arms

and for you to never escape said arms

While their fighting ghost and trying to save all the captured people, he was thinking of ways to smoothly kidnap/manipulate you so something like this never happens again <3

Seeing the ghost bride made him want to kill her(again)

Once everything is back to normal he hugs you so close

you thought it was cause he was worried for a close friend

After that you seem to be more isolated, Riddle had seem to occupy all the time you had whether you were in of out of school

You brought it up to him but his eyes got teary and he began to go on and on about how he's sorry it just that since his mom never gave him the attention h needed as a child you seemed to be the only person who gave him their undivided always making him feel cared for

It was of course him manipulating you into spending even more time with him if that was even possible and you never questioned him again

"I'm Sorry if I'm such a nuisance, it's just after my childhood and my mom you're genuine affection pulls me in I feel less alone."

Yandere Floyd is the most possessive, aggressive, time consuming, delusional yandere

He knew you were gone before anyone else did because he was stalking you

You know like any normal crush would do not

He was absolutely furious when he saw you get taken, he was going to go in there and stop it all but he was too late.

before going back to his dorm he threw some things a round and made a mess

but after his little (read as:huge) tantrum he swiftly went back to Octavinelle so that no one noticed he left

He was determined to find you(and Azul and Jade, but mostly you)

this man was ready to throw hands with anyone who got in his way of finding everyone you

The minute he seeing whom the guard ghosts referred to as "boss" he was throwing hands

5 different people had to hold this man back; when I tell you he was not playing around, I mean every word of the sentence

Everyone thought he was mad about his twin and childhood friend being kidnapped, he was more angry about them taking his little shirmpy

the moment everyone goes back home and their adventure is over he gives you the tightest squeeze (he only stopped when you began to turn blue, even then it was hesitant)

Never left you alone after that, even when he had to work he'd just bring you along

You tried to leave him once, but you felted him glared bullets into your back so you just stayed with him, where you belong

He'd always mumble weird things about keeping you forever but you never questioned him as to not put him in a bad mood

"Your Mine and you never ever leaving me, even when you try I'll break off your legs and keep you right next to me"

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[sour-bonez]

alr so I was wondering if you'd be down to write a vox x f!reader where vox is always manipulating/hypnotizing her so shes always confused ine everything this can be fluff angst romance or smut idc

Omg thats a Great idea! I love Vox he’s my favourite so I’ll try my best with this one and I think he would totally to that if he was obsessed with the reader, hope you enjoy! :) I didn’t proof read this btw but I hope it’s good-

Vox x F!reader

You won’t feel a thing..

You where Vox’s assistant, you have been for a few years now, but something odd was happening to you, for a few months now you woke up back in your office when you swore you where in his office a few minutes ago, and your body always aches and you couldn’t remember what happened prior to waking up. One day you walked into vox’s office with his morning coffee. “Good morning Mr.Vox” you said as you handed him his coffee “good morning my dear, how are you this hellish morning?” He said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee “I’m good sir thank you for asking, how are you?” You said as you stood in front his his desk, holding your clipboard “oh I’m ok same old shit every fucking day… y’know” he noticed you standing “sit.” He said calmly but with a slightly stern undertone, you did as he said and sat down in the chair across from his desk, you noticed him admiring your outfit you had picked out, it looked good on you and you kinda hoped he would notice.. “relax, you look tense” he said softly as he went to take your clipboard out of your hand, when your hands touched a small electric shock shocked your finger that you had a ring on, you flinched a little, he noticed your ring “sorry.. what a beautiful ring you have there..” he said as he took your hand and inspected the ring “hmm.. you have very nice hands..” he said in such a casual tone but you where actually kinda caught if guard by it “oh Uhm thank you sir-“ he continued to hold your hand gently “no need to be so formal, you can just call me Vox” he said with a slightly smug smirk on his flat screen “say do you think you could do me a favour, dear?” He said as his grip on your hand tightened “oh uhm of course si- uh Vox” you said as you say up more “there’s a good girl, can you come and sit right next to me please” he said as he pointed to a spot right next to him, you pulled your chair over to the spot“perfect.. now just sit still..” the last thing you saw was his eye go into swirls and you felt numb, next thing you know you woke up in your bed with hickeys all over you and bite marks too, your legs felt weak and your shoulders hurt, you felt a stinging sensation from the inside of your left thigh, you looked down there and saw a small heart carved into it. “What the-“ you cleaned yourself up and walked back into Vox’s office. “Hello again sir” you said “again?whatever do you mean dear you havnt been here this morning?” You where shocked to say the least “what? I couldn’t sworn-“ you said as you looked around in confusion “nope you haven’t been here at all this morning, I’m still waiting on my coffee” he said with an evil grin on his screen, he knew exactly what he was going but you didn’t, you scuttled out to get his second coffee of the day.

[sexydreamgirl]

hi hera ♡ i'm kind of new here and I found out abt the void so i'm gonna explain my situation first bc i don't want to sound obsessed w the void and it might sound weird to say it in this community but there's nothing really i want to manifest besides entering the void state and going back in time. i alr manifested so many things unconsciously b4 i knew the law eg i would always daydream abt my desired appearance and poof i realized i look exactly the way i wanted, the same goes w sp's and so i don't really have anything i want to manifest but a new twin and going back in time and i want to try to enter the void. so what i mean by telling u this is i dont really obsess over the void since i already have everything i used to be desperate abt (thx to being delusional <33) but i still seem to "struggle" w the void? maybe i put it unconsciously on the pedestal since this is the first manifestation I'm actually doing consciously and want to experience but how do i live in the end knowing i'm gonna wake up in it whenever i fall asleep? i understand living in the end that u already HAVE it in ur 4d but since i want to manifest through the void, how do i live in the end??? is it just knowing i'm gonn wake up in the void or do i affirm i'm gonna wake up in it? or that i always enter the void easily?

i hope this isn't 2 long & u understand what i mean, ty 💗

I'm back again to advocate for the lullaby method all you need to do is induce the state akin to sleep and affirm as if you've succeeded until your mind is dominated by the acceptance of the fact. That's it! It's so so easy to feel the wish fulfilled with the lullaby method.

Barbados = void, Neville = you

Neville desires to go to Barbados, so Abdullah tells him, "you are in Barbados". Even though Neville was in New York and not Barbados, he still went through his day as if he already were in Barbados. Not that he was going, but that he was already there.

Anyway, my tip would be that as you lay down and affirm to self, focus on the idea of already being in that void rather than you're "going" there.

[thetruthaboutnolan]

IS IT SMART TO SAY WHAT GROUPS YOU’RE IN?

I honestly don’t care. Hell I gave a couple of detailed posts on here of the majority of groups I’ve ever been on. I don’t care if people know the current groups that I didn’t make that I’m on. It helps show that all but one of them are aware it’s me and don’t believe the bullshit that has been spread about me at all. And the one group where I use a different alias was at the request of one of their admins and I low key think they know anyway but since there is no OOC list they can just pretend it’s not me and go on about their day instead of stress someone will call them out for ‘allowing me’ on their site after all the shit they talked. Besides, it’ll help focus them on places I actually am on and not some random group some random person whose character has something in common with one of my old ones and harassing it. I find it so funny how they ‘find’ me everywhere but when I actually make it clear where I am it’s so damn hard for them to acknowledge it and when they finally do it’s all ‘ohhhh but we don’t care and weren’t looking or anything, it’s funny he thinks we were ha….ha….ha’

Although…. it is an interesting experiment and we all know these stalkers are my little lab rats.

LOOKS LIKE LESS AND LESS ARE BELIEVING THOSE STORIES ABOUT YOU PARTIAL DUE TO A LACK OF PROOF OF ANY OF THEM.

Better late than never I always say. It comes with the fact that the bullies, Karens, obsessed stalker fans are just insane people. The complete lack of evidence of anything, the fact those that made claims are also deleting them, back tracking or out right admitting to lying. The fact that there is well 1.5 blogs ran by the same narc obsessed fan,m that can’t help but watch everything I do and even send themselves anons pretending to be other people is just… well, required. This person who I’ve never met or interacted with is really hoping I’d get with them at this point. Sorry bitch, already got a fiancée don’t need a toxic girlfriend.

It also helps that these people are known to be problematic themselves and retreat to their hive mind now that the general rpc either doesn’t give a shit about drama anymore or just don’t believe their bullshit. Which leads me to my next topic people Lee asking me about.

WHAT ABOUT THE FANFIC WRITERS? DON’T THEY GOT THEIR OWN PROBLEMATIC ISSUES THAT CAN BE PROVEN?

And that would be a hell yeah. Now I’ve already linked to and provided evidence of quite a lot of this and would definitely provide more if required. But for now either scroll down and find this shit or enjoy the read of how the asshats that tried to make drama with for me were actually the devils of the RPC.

ALR: was insanely cliquey and one of those groups where staff had to have the most powerful characters and they shit talk people in DMs while either avoiding them in chats or worse, acting sweet and nice to them publicly.

WOTNA: I mean I’ve shown this everywhere and it was in their own tags and a Google doc the staff themselves made. Not regarding my experience with them but just that a lot of people that were on it now say how toxic and immature that whole group was especially the staff. The staff admitting they were immature and would do things just because someone pissed them off rather it was hours ago or months ago. And let’s not forget stealing someone’s character and admitting to it with a ‘we thought she wouldn’t notice’ excuse.

Raven: once herald as a ‘pillar of the community’ was in fact insanely toxic. They targeted blogs they didn’t like, got theme makers to shut down their blogs over being told they weren’t going to go through their dozens of themes and edit all the coding to make the font huge and make it not a window theme which they demanded for days. Like the great race faker, a lot of people knew how toxic they were but didn’t say anything til after it was clear they were gone because they were afraid of them. Ranted how they were the best admin on tumblr, the best writer, and other than their friends, no one else was good enough to write on their group and how they hate wasting their time reading subpar apps and having to be nice when discussing edits. Oh and let’s not forget they stole a lot of their codes from other sites like codepen and jcink but claimed them as original since they changed a font color.

MP: the main admin Jo steals peoples OCs and makes them skeleton canons for the group and refuses to take them down when you ask her two and is in her rules that she would do.

HG: insanely toxic. Got my Google doc on that one. But a lot of people also claimed that it was a very cliquey group and toxic with even people in the cliquey choosing to bubble RP and still shit talk each other.

Empire: really don’t have any dirt on them. A friend of staff apparently was told I was going to sue Raven and made up the story I threatened to so the staff for kicking me out because of Raven. They apparently didn’t tell said friend that I had been there for a while already and even just rejoined later on with a new alias as staff told me to do. So…. Maybe jerks for not clearing that up?

CB: insanely cliquey and toxic. That’s coming from my friend as well who openly admits to me how toxic his friend group is and only sticks with them because he’s known them for so long. Members outside of the clique also have their own stories that I wanna say were similar to mine but I honestly didn’t have a story when there. Never interacted with the staff other than ‘oh they replied to my starter let me reply then’ never spoke to them at even when they did that. Well until they made up and activity unfollow just because they were mad I was taking up my friends time with OOC chats and posting *gasps*.

Should I go on with naming the individuals? Because we all know they got their own problematic pasts they wish we’d stop bring up. Here looking at you ms Barbie and Ms shadow hunter.

[cherry-colored-petals]

I FRICKING KNEW IT I KNEW IT WAS YOU HAHAHAHAH JERK I FINALLY GUESSED ONE THING RIGHT!!!!!!!! YOUR PEN PAL NAME SCREAMS ALBEDO, TOO BAD I'M A GREMLIN SO YOU'LL HAVE TO EXCHANGE WITH ESTHER IN THIS ONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH–

HAHAHA YEAHHH IT WAS ME LMFAO HIIII

Anyways, I think I'm good not trading Wanderer considering he doesn't even know he's got my alternate (long story, but I can write it cause it's my sonas lore lol)

But anyways! As a reward, here's a fun fact on the pen name + the reason why I chose it and joined the event:

(read more because spoilers to the letter + my thoughts + lore of my sona, more specifically on EBG)

Did you know that it was ACTUALLY suppose to mean "Crimson Creation"?

I actually had in mind for it to be a slight jab to Rubedo/Albedo on EBG because despite their efforts, I want to remind them that I still exist to haunt their entire existence for going after Mei.

Also, my original idea was yes, "Creation of Ice"/"Icy Creation", but I figured I should go Crimson instead (it's why you saw me go as C.C.) because I like the ring to it. Creation of Crimson or Vermillion sounds more cryptic (at least to me hahaha)

Also also! To give a brief reason why I said it's an alternate and not me as an observer: it's a very lengthy explanation that I can write as its own longfic/series, but to simplify it for those who are curious (or just for you lmao I'm not mean)— there's actually one 'eye' that resides in Teyvat and another (my observer sona) being the one to look into them. It's such a funny irony because when I was writing the letter, I had that in mind and went "what if I pose it as one of my alternates writing it instead of myself?" And I was right HAHAHAHA

And if you're curious on the drabble, it's my recent one. I'm not gonna link it because I'm a cheeky bitch like that <3 (and also just in case a certain wind boi that became a God thinks of finding the ACTUAL me and discard that alternate like a bad habit haha whoops that ain't my problem now)

Y'know... I'm starting to see a teensy bit mean but like. I don't wanna die okay. I don't wanna deal with an obsessed man LMFAO he's too smart for his own good— probably not as bad as Albedo or Rubedo/Dorian though jfc imagine drugging an entity—

Ahem.

Anyway.

Ranting aside, I hope that's a fun little lore dump as a reward for you guessing correctly lol (and also to explain why I wrote the drabble in a very specific way :>) hehehehehe

Also yes I'm joining that second penpal event but this one is alr very very fun and I can't wait for future events like this Ansy HAISNSJJS

[mammons-tax-returns]

comforting you about your body insecurities pt. 1

beelzebub, mammon, lucifer

:) ! first post back!! (rest of the brothers coming later)

🧋MALE MC🧋

Lucifer is a very attentive demon, despite being busy with his nose shoved in a stack of papers around the clock

He really does find you wonderful, both just to relax with and to admire.

And he’s known that you piqued his interest ever since you appeared before him in the stuco room. And this is LUCIFER. He normally doesn’t give any human a second glance. Unless ur some powerful and dangerously talented sorcerer with white hair 🤧but that aside

Tonight, he gets a break from Diavolo’s workload because there is yet another ball being held at the castle.

He sprays a faint but expensive cologne on his skin, quietly hoping that you would like and comment on it so he could respond with some flirty line. That would be nice, he thinks.

Then, he’s taking long strides leading out of his bedroom, and heading over to yours beside the kitchen, where he hears his siblings bickering over the best fruit.

He knocks on the door first, waiting for a response that never comes. He only hears your favorite song from within.

He calls your name, only becoming more confused the longer the silence grows

When he pushes open the door, he’s nearly relieved to see you standing in front of the body mirror, fixing the the collar of your outfit. You turn to look at him offer a smile. “Hey, Luci. You’re punctual, as usual.”

He hums under his breath in response. A silent “i know”. He pads over to you, placing a hand on your hip affectionately. “You look good enough to eat, handsome. Asmodeus may have his moments but he certainly knows how to dress anyone with anything.”

You look at your own eyes in the reflection, not able to respond entirely. Lucifer means well, you’re sure of it. He doesn’t know that the past hour of preparation for the ball was spent scowling at the parts of you that you could never quite enjoy entirely.

Lucifer looks questioningly at your expression from the mirror. “y/n? Is something the matter?”

At that, you snap back to reality and look back at him. “Huh? Oh... Right— Sorry, I just,” you trail off, at a loss for words. Was this the right time to mention your thoughts, before a ball? “It’s nothing, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows knit in the way that they tend to do when he worries. “Mind sharing? I’d love to sit and listen.” His hands slide around your waist until he’s hugging you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne which makes you melt. Once again you wonder if this relationship was something you deserved.

“Luci...”

“Don’t give me that, lovely. I said I’d like to listen, no?” As you turn your head away, he takes the opportunity to rest his head on the crook of your neck.

You sigh, smiling hopelessly. You hate to admit it, but his response makes you feel jittery on the inside. “It’s silly really, I just wasn’t feeling myself just now. The clothes are amazing! But...” You know exactly what you’ll say next, but the words feel venomous in your mouth. “I’m wondering if Asmodeus understands how wasteful it is to put them on me, you know?”

Lucifer is at a loss, and his heart aches at your words. “Oh dear... Well that’s no good. I can’t have my gorgeous lover worrying himself over something that’s so far from the truth.”

You are already aware that Lucifer will always support you no matter what, and the thought is both heart warming and bothersome. “Yeah, yeah, Lucifer... I’ve heard it all alr-“

“Then what do you not understand?” Lucifer cuts you off promptly and confidently. “Do you really believe that I’d sugarcoat this? Anything?”

You swallow thickly. “N-... No. You wouldn’t...”

“Good. That’s a good response.” He places a sweet kiss on your cheek, ruby eyes flitting up to your own gaze in the mirror. “I’m almost afraid of other demons trying to steal you away in such a dashing outfit, to be honest. Enjoy yourself, but if any of my brothers try anything, I swear...”

You laugh a little, running a free hand through his hair and noting how he almost sinks into your touch. Almost like a cat. “Thank you, Lucifer. For everything.”

Lucifer kisses your hand softly. “You are perfection, darling.”

You look forward to slow dancing alongside the eldest brother now, losing yourself in the music. Lucifer was right, there was really nothing to worry yourself over.

Mammon, unfortunately, had to cancel date night plans for the weekend for a modeling gig.

You were disappointed, but not mad at him. He told you in advance, offered to make up for it, and usually tries his best to uphold his promises.

He offers to bring you with him, guilty at the thought of your alone in your room.

You don’t know whether to accept it or not. Would you fit in on a set full of gorgeous, picture-perfect demons?

Mammon has his hand on the back of his neck, nervous that you’re too angry at him to want to say yes.

To his delight, you smile and agree to go with him. Maybe, this way, he can avoid others flirting with him when they know that his boyfriend would be in the room.

At first, it makes you feel a little bit happier seeing Mammon light up with joy after seeing him pout like a puppy moments ago.

The day has come that you step onto the modeling floor. The photographers and staff know you well due to Mammon’s insistent bragging about you and your relationship. Clutching your D.D.D. anxiously, you make your way over to Mammon, who is already posing for a camera under bright studio lights.

You keep to the shadows as you watch him intently. Mammon is well known for his idiocy, but he is one handsome devil.

The evil snickering of two demons sound behind you, to which you ignore. You were too nervous to actually move, anyways.

Whatever... It doesn’t concern me... Right?

The giggles don’t stop, and you can’t help but listen in on their whispers. It sounds as if they purposely spoke louder than normal just to bother you.

“Look at how his eyes are shining... Obsessed with Mammon, much?” Oh boy. It really seems like they’re talking about...

“Let’s talk about those clothes, though... Are you kidding me... Does the human world really have that low of standards— or is this the bottom of the barrel.” At that, the two burst into a fit of cackles.

Luckily, a photographer hisses at them, irritated with the noise breaking his concentration. They quiet down, but continue to berate you in ways you had never even considered.

You’re sweating bullets now, itching to use your hand to wipe the oncoming tears of embarrassment. You blink them away, and don’t notice that your boyfriend is now finished with his shoot.

You tense upon seeing him speaking to the camera tech. Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. The last thing you needed was him seeing you cry right now. He’d be worried sick.

Not even bothering to excuse yourself, you slip into the bathroom and can only focus on the laughter of the other demons behind you. The sound causes you to shake slightly as you shut the door behind you.

There is more than one stall, so you briefly worry that someone would come in and find you bawling your eyes out in the middle of a semi-professional setting. You sigh heavily and turn the sink on to wash your face.

The more you stood in front of the sink rubbing your face, the more vividly you remember the rude comments made about you. Could they have been true?

With a troubled look, you sneak a glance at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t think that your clothes were particularly “bad”... They said so much, and it’s all coming back like a vicious and cruel tsunami.

No matter what you do, you can’t seem to stop crying.

“Oh y/n!!~ Where are ya’ at?” Mammon crashes through the door, hands on his hip with a toothy and closed-eye grin.

Thinking quickly, you reach over to grab a hand towel and press your face into it. “H-Hey, Mammon, you looked good out there...”

Mammon must have picked up on your wavering tone, because he pauses.

You’re frozen on the spot when he places a hand on your shoulder, although you can’t see him through the towel.

“Uhh... What’s up with you? Don’t tell me that you’re...” It’s too late to react when he pushes the towel aside to find your teary eyes.

“Wh-What?!” His heart drops immediately. “What’s wrong babe?! Are you like... I dunno hurt or something?!”

You exhale shakily, still trying to calm yourself. “Those models out there are just... A little too honest about me, I s-suppose... But it’s really fine. I just... I don’t know... I guess I just needed a minute to... Freak out a little?”

“Honest? What the hell do you—“ A sudden feeling of recognition pulled at his features. Truth be told, he knew those demons personally, having worked with them before. Then the guilt of knowing exactly what happened began to eat away at him. “Oh...”

You shifted, wishing that he would drop the subject. This was getting much too embarrassing to bear, and the way his eyes drooped with sadness made your stomach churn. “Mammon. I-I’m serious, I’m okay—“

Mammon’s arms surround you like a sturdy, calming veil.

“I know you’re not, y/n!” Mammon had no desire to listen to you pretend to act unbothered. “I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I can guarantee that I have been given comments just as bad as those- and I’m The Mammon.”

You grip onto his shirt, avoiding making eye contact with him. “But... That’s the thing Mammon. I’m not nearly as confident or perfect as you.”

Mammon holds you tighter, voice softening drastically. “Don’t you think that’s exactly what I think of you when you comfort me on my bad days?”

A pool of warmth starts to seep from the depths of your chest. And your furrowed brows start to relax. “Really..? You mean it?”

“y/n, you are precious to me, and all of my crazy ass brothers. And there is no way in hell that I’ll allow some scum of the world get in the way of realizing how flawless you are.”

Beel wants nothing more than to spend every second of the day with you. And Belphie.

But unfortunately, most of his time is spent in the gym, if not the kitchen.

So he asks you if you would like to start working out with him at the gym, or even if you were just interested in hanging around and nothing more. He just wanted your presence.

The idea itself made your heart swell. But after a bit of thinking, you weren’t so sure. You’ve never been to a gym in Devildom before, but you were sure it wasn’t very different from human gyms.

It would be filled with confident and toned bodies that would put you down without even trying.

And as much as you wanted to be there with Beel, you weren’t ready for the prospect of the nasty looks you’d receive sitting beside the sixth-born who is a perfectly sculpted athlete.

After all, he seemed a bit too good for you, as it seemed in your head.

Beel wonders why you turned him down. Had he done something to upset you?

He’d have to get down to the bottom of it, lest he regret ignoring your behavior.

To do this, he takes a day off from the gym, thinking that the answer to this situation would be to spend time together. Smiling to himself, he clutches a bag of sweets to his chest.

y/n has got to love this, he thinks excitedly.

Knocking once, he can barely keep himself from barging in and tearing into his baked goodies. “y/n, I’m here. Wanna share these cookies with me? There’s also pound cake and cupcakes... The mini ones with enchanted apples on them.”

His smile falls a little when there’s a long note of silence. “y/n?” He questions.

“Oh! Uh... Sorry, Beel... Maybe another day. I’m studying for that final right now.” Beel knows you sound sincere, but something about this response seems off.

His heart sinks a little, feeling a little embarrassed after being rejected. He hadn’t expected this.

“Ah... Are you sure?”

“...”

There’s a silence from the other side of the door, and the sixth born starts to genuinely worry.

Truth be told, you had been weeping alone looking through images of famous demon athletes that advertised the same gym that Beel attended regularly. It was a dangerous thing to do, but how could you look away?

You take a glance at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were barely puffy. A bit red too. But overall, nothing seemed very different. Maybe— Just maybe, he wouldn’t even notice.

“Hello? You in there?”

You stiffen at the sound of his voice.

“Coming!” Hopping to your feet, you rush to the door and open it.

“Oh man, I was starting to get antsy smelling this bag... Let’s hurry and dig in.” His eyes are trained on the food in his hands, and his mouth is watering.

“Oh, Beel... You have some drool again!” You lightly scold him and wipe the corner of his mouth with a napkin from the table right beside the door.

At that, he finally gets a good look at you.

“Oh, thank y—... ou...” He trails off instantaneously. “Your eyes...”

You sigh and bow your head sheepishly. “Agh... I should’ve known you’d catch me. It’s not anything serious, I just was... I was watching a sad movie is all.”

His eyebrows knit together. “So were you studying or watching a movie?”

He caught me.

He pushes forward, closing the door behind him and taking your hands in his. He leaves the bag abandoned on the floor.

“y/n... What’s been up with you lately? You’re seriously not yourself.”

Your face flushes, and you sigh. Your throat suddenly feels tight. “Uh... That’s...”

He’s noticed this entire time. I’m an idiot.

“Listen, Beel...” You squeeze his hand. “I’ll tell you because I know that if I don’t, you’ll be worried sick.”

He nods hurriedly, heart rate increasing.

“I guess I just...” The words struggle to make their way out. “I don’t understand how-how someone like you; handsome, kind, and strong could end up with...” You pause, starting to tear up. “With someone like me.”

Beel takes a moment to process your situation.

And when he does, his head starts to spin, and his heart feels heavy like a boulder.

“y/n... What are you even thinking?” Is all he manages to whisper. He pulls you into a tight, comforting hug and sniffles.

“Beel—“

“You mean literally more to me than anything or anyone else.” He says firmly. “I don’t know what part of you you’re so hung up on, I couldn’t even imagine there being any reason to be.”

“You don’t have to—“

“I do.” He cuts you off firmly. If he didn’t, you may try to deny his definite truth. “y/n, I know i’m all about food and training... I’m sorry I don’t know how to make you realize how wonderful you are.

But I’d like to learn that with you. Is that okay?”

Your tears finally fall, soaking through his tank top.

“Of course... I’d love that.”

[vinnival]

WAIT I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOWED YOU IS THAT MEAN?? UGH I DUNNO BUT WOULD IT BE ALR IF I ASKED FOR A MADNESS COMBAT MATCHUP,,

i don't really mind any pronouns but i use she her! i'm 5'5, and currently questioning my sexuality (ALL I KNOW IS IM NOT STRAIGHT BAHBAH) i have fluffy dark brown hair, shoulder length im pretty sure?? my hair is fucking whack, i have brown eyes, and my skin doesnt decide whether it wants to b light or dark, but most of the time it can b pretty light and i havent gone outside 4 a bit,, pls send help][pray]]

my personality is also very idrk,, weird?> it really depends on who im talking to because i have a fear of losing people but uhh,, i'm very playful and a bit harsh, i pick fights with people,, i really enjoy listening to people vent and helping them, some of my friends consider me to be a mother figure to them and it makes me super happy honestly-- i get angry easily and it leads to me saying prickly things to people or just me breaking things, im scared of making new friends and meeting new people because of the way i am, i tend to act like a cat like meowing, hissing, and stuff like that,, i also really like attention but like,, not too much attention because its just annoying, and im an asshole.

im currently obsessed homestuck and madness combat. I think true crime cases are really interesting to me, making games on roblox, and bullying little children on there

i didnt know if i should put this here but i have mental illnesses, such as autism, adhd, d.i.d, and other things that will make me feel like one of those people that make me feel kinda gross

I DONT KNOW IF THAT WAS GOOD MY ENGLISH SUCKS WHAWAAHBJNKFMLDS

I'll finish this when I'm done with all the prompts and hc requests!

finally..... after 2 months..... all done !! Here we go ! Enjoy <3

MATCHUPS ARE NOT OPEN YET

You got a match! You're matched with...

2BDAMNED

<3

First off lemme say: he'd love bullying kids on roblox with u

Oh yeah father figure with mom friend? Perfect match

He forces you to help him take care of the boys but u don't mind because you love him <3

Ngl he probably met you off of a random website that was miraculously still up in Nevada

Replied to one of your comments or something along those lines??

He said something silly n so you were automatically intrigued

"hey lol" -ur first text

lord u were NERVOUS

But !! You immediately hit it off w him! You both slowly but surely knew more about each other

He didn't fully trust you as a person (anyone can be out to kill him tbh) so he was restrictive, but he was confident in the firewalls and proxies he set up so AAHW won't find him

Alas after enough days he finally felt comfortable enough to meet you irl

You felt 100x more nervous, scared even, but you trusted him enough to only bring one gun

Finally, you two met, immediately growing comfortable in each others' presence

2B discarded the pistol and knife he had hidden away, and you tossed away your pistol

"Don't toss your gun what the fuck"

"I do what I want pissbaby"

You can tell he gave you a scowl; "just as mean as you are online, I see how it is"

Your eyes narrowed playfully,"If you expected anything different change your standards"

Since he knew you love to rile people up for no reason, he kept calm. He would usually keep calm in these situations, so even if you didn't tell him, he'd be good

Whoa you act like a cat? He thinks that's p cute tbh

Hank also loves interacting with you bc of your cat-like habits

Oh man. Loves. I mean, LOVES. petting/brushing ur hair .

So fluffy......so pretty....

When you've had enough attention, he picks up on it immediately and respects ur boundaries

Also loves watching true crime with you ! I can see him being interested in other serial killers since he has to deal with one himself and would like to know more about their general mindset instead of directly asking hank a metric shitton of questions

He takes you into his work space while he works so u two can just talk yanno

If you start getting riled up for any reason, he stops what he's doing, gently grabs you, and leads you out of there so you don't break any of his hard-earned equipment

Aye you werent complaining he holds u so gentol....

If you have an episode of any kind, he's there to try and calm you down. He has multiple methods of calming people down depending on what type of crash they're having, if u dissociate and need help remembering what ure doing, he's totally fine with reminding you ! Don't be ashamed or afraid of your mental state around him, he's as close to a doctor that one could be in Nevada, so he won't judge you for what you have. It's a part of you :] !!

Asks you out in the dumbest way possible (in your opinion)

He gets back in the site you first met him on and shot you a message

You were confused when you checked it the next day on the same computer he used

"So... Want to date?"

"2B?!" You yelled, your voice cracking

it's been so long since I've done my last madcom matchup that I literally had to look at one of my old ones to remember how I formatted it Bruh

anyways I hope u enjoyed !!!! <3

[saturngrqy]

Friday Night Lights// GD

A/n; Hiii guys so my phone got taken and this is the first post I’ve done on a computer.. I can’t tell if I like it or not. Anyways this is gonna be cheesy af and I alr wrote something like it on my wattpad but something about football!gray is just :’) Also I have no idea how football works so fair warning

Wc: How do ya’ll find this shit anyways imma guess around 1k

Warnings: Just cheesy basic shit, fluff;’)

“I’ll see you tonight, right?” Grayson questioned for the millionth time.

“Yess,” I huffed. I grabbed my stuff off my desk as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Grayson stood towering over my desk before one of his friends called his name. He looked in their direction and nodded, before turning back to me. 

“I gotta go, but you have my jersey correct?” He asked.

“For the hundredth time, I have everything, and I’ll be there on time I promise,” I replied. 

He smirked down at me before turning around. Right before he left out the door he turned back to me and gave me a soft wave, making a blush rise to my cheeks. I put my laptop back in my backpack and rose out of my chair, slinging the heavy bag over my shoulder. I waved at my teacher and told her to have a good day (a/n YALL BETTER APPRECIATE UR TEACHERS) She responded with a soft smile and a “you too,” before I finally left the class. 

I headed to the parking lot, entering my car. I turned my car on and drove out the parking lot, heading home.

-

I finished doing my hair in the mirror, a simple ponytail with some strands pulled out in the front. I went back to my room, grabbing Grayson’s jersey off my dresser. I slipped it on, noticing how it went down past my knees, even with a sweatshirt on underneath. I pulled the hoodie out from under the jersey, also pulling my hair out underneath as well. 

I glanced at myself in the mirror before taking my phone out to send a snapchat to Grayson.

I posed in front of the mirror, doing a really awkward smile and a peace sign with the caption “I’m wearing itt”. 

He responded within a minute, a timer picture of him in the locker room with Ethan with a poorly drawn heart over the picture. I smiled to myself at the heart, something about the way it was so sloppy made my heart warm. I just sent back a picture of me doing duck lips before putting my phone back in my pocket. 

I put on some cherry scented lip balm and a champagne toast scented perfume from bath and body works. I fixed my hair in the mirror before heading back downstairs. I got out of my car, pulling out of the driveway to head to the school/

- 

I arrived, texting my friend Alexis that I was there. I had some friends, but I wasn’t wildly popular or liked. Grayson however, was extremely popular and was known and loved by almost all the kids, not just for his looks but also his charming personality. He was especially popular with the girls, as you can probably assume. Many girls did not like me simply because I’m dating him. People were shocked when Grayson asked me out, and in all honesty, so was I, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I met Alexis at the gate to the field, and we found a spot in the student section right at the front so we could get the best view. We asked Alexis’ boyfriend, Josh, who was coincidentally a good friend of Grayson’s, to save our spots while we went and got concessions. 

We walked to the concessions with our arms clung together, giggling jokes into each other’s ear before landing a spot in the line for the concessions. 

I looked at my phone, noticing a text from Grayson. 

“I say we switch it up tonight and go to Monty’s,” It read.

Grayson and I always had this post-game ritual where we would go out and get dinner. Typically, Grayson and I would tag along with his team and their girlfriends and eat at a local diner. We ate there so much they had a spot reserved for us every Friday during football season, and they knew all of our names and our orders. However this time, Grayson suggested Monty’s.

I texted back, “Why? I mean I don’t mind Monty’s but normally we go to the diner”. 

He responded quickly. “Idk, just wanna spend alone time with my girl, plus Monty’s has a new veg milkshake we have to try”.

I giggled before replying. “Sounds good to me”.

I put my phone back in my pocket. I looked back up to see Alexis smirking at me. “What?” I asked, confused. 

“He is so whipped.” She replies, snorting

I roll my eyes. “He is not, he just knows how to treat a woman.”

I hear her laugh, coughing a small “simp” under her breath. I rolled my eyes again.

We grab our drinks and snacks, me getting a bag of Doritos and a cherry coke while Alexis got a Dr. Pepper. We walked back to the stands, sitting back in our spots.

-

“And Grayson Dolan scores his third touchdown of the night folks!” The announcer tells, excitedly. I scream and yell Grayson’s name, catching his eyes as he turns to me and points, blowing a kiss. I pretend to catch it, putting my hand on my heart. He shakes his head and laughs before returning back to his team. 

There was only about 10 minutes left of the game, and we were beating the other team 20- 7. (a/n don’t kill me idk how this shit works) The other team had almost no chance of coming back after Grayson’s last touchdown. I jumped up and down, shivering, rubbing my hands up and down my arm to make myself warmer. I turned to Alexis and shook her shoulders. 

“This is so excitinggg,” I said giddily. She laughed and agreed. I turned back to watch the last couple of minutes. 

The buzzer was called, and the game was officially over, with Grayson’s team crushing the other. I almost jumped out of the bleachers, running to the side of the field. Grayson’s team cheered before he ran over to me, hugging me over the fence. 

“You did so good baby,” I whispered in his neck. 

“Thank you,” He responded kissing my cheek. I turned to him, planting a passionate kiss on his pink lips. 

“Meet me at my car so we can go get dinner,” I told him, holding his cheek in my palm. I gently tapped his cheek twice before he ran off with a nod back to his team. 

-

I waited inside my car with the heat blasted for Grayson. Suddenly the door opened, revealing a very sweaty Grayson in his team sweatshirt and sweatpants. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before going to put his stuff in my trunk. He came back in with a wide gorgeous smile on his face. 

“You scared me,” 

“I’m sorry my love. Are we ready to go?”

I pulled out of the parking lot with a smirk, driving off towards the vegan restaurant. We sat in the car listening to Man on the Moon III, Kid Cudi’s newest album that Grayson and I were obsessed with. Tequila Shots played in the background as Grayson’s hand found my thigh. 

I looked down at it before glancing up at him, noticing he was already staring at me. I blushed before looking back to the road. 

“You know, this was probably your best game yet,” I broke the silence. 

“I know right? That’s the best I’ve played all season. E said that with that performance, I’ll have college coaches looking to recruit me left and right,” He responded excitedly, making my heart flutter at his passion. 

‘I’m sure they will be, babe. You make me so proud,” I gushed.

He squeezed my thigh as a response. We pulled onto the side of the street in front of Monty’s. I unbuckled my seatbelt, about to open the door before I noticed Grayson sat still, staring at me. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“Nothing, I just love you,” He said out of the blue, making my stomach do flips. 

“I love you too,” I giggled. “Now lets go get some fucking milkshakes!”

[bansept]

Ichihime Bodyguard AU : night activities

You know what the title means lol NSFW warning

Since it’s a new way of writing, and the characters have a different type of alchemy and dynamic, as well as personality, I was thinking about how they could act on a regular basis. And between each other.

Crude world means crude situations and crude words. Please don’t read if you’re sensitive about this.

Once again, the idea isn’t mine, it's @life-of-the-obsessed 's.

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Eyes. They were everywhere. Some were opening for the first time, watching the bright new world and not understanding a thing from it. Some were glancing at someone curiously, languidly, shyly, so many different ways. But it was always in an interested way. Others were dark with envy, anger and hatred, the cold feeling of their glare cutting through her, trying to open her chest and tear her heart out to stomp on it. Stomp the Queen, make it cease.

Eyes, they were all over her. As much as she was hatred, she was desired too. Boys in their young teenage years, men of her age, old and wrinkled men, all looked at her in interest, not hiding it. Like wolves, or rather pigs, they swarmed around her, made her skin crawl, made her eyes glare daggers. Many times, too many times, she heard remarks that should have been kept quiet about how advantageous her body was. How amazing it looked. How they wished they could manhandle her, force her to her knees so they could abuse her.

They disgusted her to her very core.

Orihime wasn’t afraid of them, of their thoughts and their wishes. Of their ridiculous bodies and minds. She wished she could remain silent and impassive, but all of them, all these men and sometimes women, she hated them.

Had she been allowed to act on impulse, Orihime would have them hanged, their bodies later shown on the public place, a sign with their crimes written on it on their unweaving bodies. Because they were unpunished criminals. It was known, disrespecting women, using the lower ranks the way they so wished it was not denounced, not even frowned upon. The Queen couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet. But when the time would come… Justice would be delivered.

Eyes… She only appreciated a few. Only felt safe, comfortable, at ease when she felt them on her back.

Tatsuki, her oldest friend, had a note of understanding engraved in her dark brown stare. She could understand, always, the injury caused by men. They never were invisible, and Orihime allowed this understanding to heal her.

Rukia, her dear mischievous friend, met on a simple occasion in another country, never let her down. The crown was heavy to bear, and the short woman could relate to a certain degree, the violet of her gaze bringing joy and resolution to her life.

And… Ichigo.

Ichigo’s eyes were different. Nothing could compare to his gentle assessment of her mood, how easily he adapted his body and mind to accommodate the change, how worried they were when things got tough. But even in this situation, he remained stony in appearance. He knew her, knew she couldn’t allow weakness in front of others. Those tender chocolate eyes could grasp her grey ones, capture her attention and stop her words, and the world would make more sense.

.

.

.

She grasped the material in her hand, the sheets overflowing from the space between her fingers. Night had fallen, the dark sky eating the landscape, submerging all of the city mercilessly. Orihime didn’t enjoy the night more than the day : spies, assassins lurked in the shadows easier than in the bright sun, owls always cried out and no dreams popped into her mind.

Orihime sighed, turning around in the bed, staring at the flame flicker with the movement. No. She wouldn’t be able to sleep. Even with eyes heavy with fatigue, her mind was restless.

“Try a bit more. I’m sure that owl will shut up soon.” His deep voice ringed in the room, and the woman’s eyes wandered to his sitting form, on the chair in front of her bed.

A mystery for her: he didn’t sleep. Ever. Never, day or night, she never managed to see him escape the conscious world. Perhaps he only did this when she was bathing with trustworthy people…

Ichigo rolled his eyes at her pensive face and stood up, hands pushing on his thighs, as if he lacked the strength to stand by himself. Ridiculous. The man walked to her bed, and she moved her hips to the side to give him some space.

“Can’t sleep?”

His hands rested in his groin, distancing themselves from the monarch, his face tilted towards her to listen to her every whim. Orihime placed her own hand on his thigh, staring at him.

“No… I don’t think I’ll sleep at all tonight.”

Ichigo chuckled, head turning to the side to shrug his shoulders. Of course she wouldn’t. At the contact of her hand on his clothed thigh, the man gave her a subtle wink before standing up to remove his shoes. Orihime stirred to lay on her stomach, barely having time to reach for the light to play with it before a pair of hands rested on her waist in a trained manner. They knew where to rest, where she would allow them to run freely.

He placed his body on top of hers, without crushing her against her pillows, and Orihime stole a look from the side. Ichigo was still dressed, his shirt just slightly untied to have the skin from his chest peak out.

While Ichigo was still a bodyguard, not a noble, a prince or even an official soldier, he could do all these things, like staying by her bed at night, by her side during the day, could touch her without risking having his fingers chopped off, all of that because she trusted him. It… wasn’t easy to explain. She had seen him fight, watched him stand uninterested in the halls and somehow, Orihime knew he was different. He had saved her life from a gruesome death, helped her trapped mind escape her unhappy condition. It surely wasn’t enough for things to become clear between them, nothing seemed to ever be enough. But it was alright.

After rubbing her back until the knots were gone, until the skin was warm from his contact, Orihime rested one arm under her body, raising her weight so he would move to the side, laying on the side next to her. The young woman sat up, the movement bringing her long auburn hair to her shoulders and on her back, her mass of hair cascading like a waterfall of honey on her pale skin. Her nightgown slipped off her shoulders drastically slowly, to the point where it appeared it had a mind of its own, stopping just on top of her breasts, enough to tease. Her face melted into a curious look as she crawled on top of Ichigo, raising her clothing so she sat comfortably on the man’s lap, enjoying the red reaching his cheeks. Ichigo kept his hands still, not daring to touch anything yet. It was ridiculous to hesitate. Almost as ridiculous as having a starved man wait before eating his favorite meal laid out in front of his eyes.

Orihime grasped his shirt, opening it almost furiously, running fingers and palms on it while she started to rub her groin on his in circling motion. Ichigo strangled a gasp, eyes shooting open to give her a warning look. Of course, there was no danger, or at least, one that could cost her life. He had checked, multiple times : every door, every window, under the bed, over the console, on the ceiling… Nothing could disturb the Queen from touching him, but everything reminded him once again he was… just a man. No one in particular that possessed a rightful claim on her body. Orihime wanted him to be her guard, physically and mentally. He could talk to her, express his opinions, exchange pleasantries with her. Behind closed doors, the young woman would bat an eyelash at him and he’d immediately understand the mood had switched.

She wasn’t using him. Not in the sense of him being just a warm body for the cold nights, but she was taking him by her side because she needed him as he needed her. Ichigo wondered before if she loved him, but never asked. There was no point in that.

The man was pulled out of his thoughts by long, slender fingers traveling to his belly button, Orihime’s eyes watching as they trailed over the few scars on Ichigo’s body. There were some on his back, some small ones on his arms and the most massive one was on his chest, near the center of it. That had almost killed him. She had wept, waiting for him, but he didn’t know. No one could know.

Hands clasped her waist, the incessant rolls of her hips growing stronger as he led her, pressuring her center on his. Orihime smiled, her own hands going back up, under his collarbones, bending her chest on his, the guard not wasting any drop of the spectacle.

“You need sleep. I’ll make sure you’re tired enough.” He whispered almost cheekily, rolling her nightgown higher up, the skin of her thighs and the glistening of her womanhood entirely shown now. Orihime snickered, the sound faint against the chest she laid on. Oh, she knew he could do that.

“Then hurry… I don’t want to wait tonight.”

Ichigo groaned at the words, effectively pushing down his pants off his groin. Orihime helped to take them off his legs before circling her arms around his neck, going for his jugular, nibbling it. Ichigo carefully lifted her bum so it would be comfortably seated on his tightly muscled thighs, his clothed member poking in impatience. He played with the skin of her butt, fondling it gently, caressing it to appreciate the lovely plumpiness of it while his mouth was busy peppering kissed on her shoulder.

Orihime forced her center on him once again, impatient and frowning, the imperious look in her eyes sending shivers down his spine, and causing his hips to rub farther up. She didn’t want to wait, and neither did he.

With a swift movement of his hands, he managed to at least pull his underwear lower, and the woman on top of him gave his jaw an appreciative lick before she pulled away from him, taking things into her own hands. Orihime reached for his cock, rubbing it slightly to tease him more. But before Ichigo could grunt, she had already placed the tip at her entrance, and pushed her hips against his.

Just like before, that first night they had given their bodies to each other, a myriad of emotions rushed through them, from feeling oh so filled, so complete, so warm, to understanding they could never step back. They had always been linked to each other : when Ichigo saved her, when Orihime defended him against her advisors… They were linked by life, for life.

The fact he was buried inside of her, without any regrets, and that she was the one deciding what happened, what moved and what stayed in place, meant nothing changed, whether they were in private or in public. Orihime had complete control over him, and he would obey without blinking, hypnotized by those cold grey eyes only he could warm up.

Ichigo reached for one of her breasts with one hand, the second remaining on her hips to feel her moving. With as much delicacy as his rough fingers could muster, he placed his fingers on the soft skin, feeling its plumpiness, its roundness, and grazed her nipple with his thumb. Orihime muttered a small moan, the tiny touch shooting pleasure straight to her filled core, which made Ichigo chuckle. That smile of his, honest and only for her, made her blush for the first time that night, and she brought her chest closer to his hand, asking for more. The guard complied, feeling the skin before taking the perked peaked between his fingertips, toying with it gently. The rosy bud seemed to automatically react, seeking more caresses, and Ichigo raised his head to capture it in his mouth, the beautiful color and shape of it making his mouth water, more than it ever did in front of any succulent pastries. But then, all of Orihime was better than any of the most extraordinary things in this world.

The monarch gasped when she felt the warm and hot mouth of her lover on her tempted chest, but never ceased her incessant rolls of the hips. He was there, deep in her, with her. Everywhere beside her, under her, next to her. Ichigo was a permanent presence, felt and heard anywhere she went. With him under her as they were now, she could truly hold on to him, grip his shoulders in search of balance and allow him to touch her as he wished. She sensed he was holding back, as he most usually did, and stopped her movements, trying to halt this burning fever that was stirring her belly to simply have her way with him.

Ichigo let go of her nipple and turned a worried gaze to her, a frown reappearing on his forehead.

“What…”

She kissed his lips before he could ask more questions.

For the two adults, kissing was something done between lovers, between two people that were in love with each other. It was a sign of belonging to the other, giving yourself and your soul to them. They didn’t kiss, ever, on the lips, as an unspoken rule. Because neither knew, or wanted to know perhaps, the feelings the other had for them. What would be the point? It wasn’t like Orihime could openly be with Ichigo. Not in this life.

Yet, she kissed him. Willingly. Without the heat that would always come with their… joining. She kissed him with care, tenderness, affection… And he was so lost he kissed her back.

Wordlessly, they kept kissing, moving against the other, Ichigo letting go of her torso to hold her waist, spreading his legs apart, the position making him go deeper into her tight pussy. She whimpered in his mouth, opening it more to pass her tongue on his, and it sent a great shock in both their bodies. With a growl, Ichigo breathed out from his nose and gathered his strength before ramming his hips up and down, drilling the woman on top of him.

Orihime let go of his mouth, lips quivering as she moaned, the sound loud in the stone room. The bucking of his hips felt just right, exactly where he should be, and she didn’t even have to mutter “more” for him to keep going, fast and secure, strong and steady. Tears starting to form in her eyes. She wasn’t certain why : it could be because she felt so damn good, the cock inside her making her see stars, it could be because Ichigo had kissed her back in her moment of weakness… Or maybe it was because she knew it would not happen again.

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Ichigo was asleep. She saw it for the first time, the way he laid on the mattress, hand touching her while the rest of his body was prepared to jump into action. The way his eyes were closed, his eyelashes very slightly brushing his cheek. His mouth closed but in a relaxed manner she had never seen. Smiling, she told herself it was probably their night activities that had exhausted him to the point of falling asleep.

It had been… new. In the way he had touched her, careful but free, kind but rough. A mix of too many things bothered her brain, but her sated body kept lying in her pillows, the ache between her legs welcomed.

Had she known Ichigo would bite her inner thighs, she would not have allowed his mouth anywhere near her core, she grumbled, but smiled at the thought.

She would absolutely do it over and over again : kissing him, touching him, allowing him to do as he pleased with her body. As long as his watchful eyes remained on her, watched over her. For, truly, it was only his eyes she could tolerate.

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Oh that was long to write... Damn.

I'm not all that satisfied with how it turned out, because I was hoping to write more smutty goodness; but since smut isn't pron, I guess I do not want to write too explicitly.

I started writing this in.. March, I think? And now we're in May. *insert sweating meme* well well...

The way I understand Orihime's character as life-of-the-obsessed imagined her, is that she has many duties, many things to deal with. Traumas can't be healed by anything but time, but she, unfortunately, doesn't have time for her. So, she is scared/unwilling to trust anyone but Ichigo.

Turns out, Ichigo has a pretty massive crush on her. But she's the Queen, and yeah. Drama.

I will soon update a fanart based on this, once I finish all that coloring and lighting.

[aquagustd]

OMGGG i just finished “not around” and IM LOSING MY MINDD. first off i already forgot the friends name cause i hate her sm, but she’s just FOUL. i’m so so glad oc got away from that entire situation because it made me so upset. negative people like that who just want to be the center of attention and PURPOSELY put down their friends is so toxic and just 🤢🤢 and her blaming oc for breaking up her and yoongi LMAOO the manipulation is real.

i must protect oc, she’s so sweet i love her. and i’m glad she’s finally gaining some confidence, it can be hard after being put down so much by someone u care about.

BTW I LOVE OC’s MOM. MOMS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. SHE KNEW WHAT WAS UP,,, get that toxic girl out of your life. no matter how long you’ve known them..

hobi was so understanding 😭 i love him for that.. i was kinda worried he’d be sad or mean but he was so nice.

ok but yoongi having a breast kink>> screaming

aND WHEN HE WAS LIKE “you look fucking sexy” i had to calm down

the smut was top tier… so i’m obsessed w the way u write btw <33 everything was so smooth and the build up between them, like the little scenes where they played basketball i’m 💔💔

alr i just wanted to get that out of my system <33

also can i be added to the perm taglist? tyyy

ahhh nooo thank you 😭😭🤍

this was one of my favorite fics to write and I’m so glad that you liked it! Moms are always right when it comes to picking out your toxic friends lmao

This yoongi is superior mhm

I will add you and thank you for reading <3

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something about dramas i was about to drop at the first couple of eps bcs idk it was too confusing which bad it boring and not rlly good for me. but i bore it out cause there mUSt be a reason why ppl loved it so much. and now i'm just obsessed.

okay, i got invested into word of honor quite fast cus the whole flirting and adopting a son alr happens at like ep 2. all because wkx is a annoying lil shit and i love and have to thank him for that. i mean wwx was shameless but that guy was on another level. woh in general was just on another lvl. it probably was just ep 1 that was real confusing and maybe the way gu xiang acted at first that made question if i should continue. but i saw someone explain why she acted the way she did and it makes sense and now she's probably my favorite character so- but the untamed however.. i rlly just got invested after like the cave scene. before that i was just too busy figuring out the whole world building to focus on the characters. i mean it probably rlly helped that i watched cql before woh cus i kinda alr knew sum stuff and didn't have to question everything while watching woh.

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The Forgotten: Blood Moon Rising Chapter 3

He lounged in his chair, allowing it to turn from side-to-side as he surveyed the boy who that found his way into the office. His height bordered on the edge of lanky. As he sat his long fingers fidgeted, shoving shoulder length brown hair out of dark eyes. The aristocratic features held an air of familiarity, but he couldn’t quite place the boy’s face.

As he watched the boy’s hands dropped, tapping over his thighs.

“Where exactly did you come from?” Alaric tilted his head, taking pity on the boy.

“I… uh…” he rubbed his hands over his pants, “I doubt you would believe me.”

“You have walked into a school for the supernatural of which I am the headmaster,” he straightened up, tapping the desk with his pen. “I have been witness to the impossible for nearly twenty years, and that was before my daughters were magically implanted in their mother. There is very little I wouldn’t believe. Now why don’t you tell me where you came from? It’s not every day that we do a headcount of students and come up with an extra body.”

“Would you believe that I was dead yesterday, Dr. Saltzman?” He met the man’s eyes. “Or is that stretching your tolerance too far?”

“This is New Orleans,” Alaric’s eyebrows rose, “people have a tendency to not stay dead in this city. I suppose that means you’re a witch, then?”

“How did you…?”

“Dead yesterday, and alive today?” He tilted his head. “Alive today after a blood moon rose over the city.”

“For those who know how to use it the blood moon is a powerful celestial event,” he lowered his eyes. “I seized the opportunity to return to the land of the living, but time has passed and I… I find I no longer know this world.”

“Judging by your clothes you’ve been dead a long time,” Alaric joined his fingers together, glancing at the wool trousers. There was something the boy was hiding, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Are you going to make me leave?” He inhaled sharply, pushing his hair behind his ear.

“We’re not in the business of turning away children in need,” Alaric opened his desk drawer and pulled out a couple of forms, “besides, if I don’t let you stay where are you going to go?” He smiled gently and clicked open his pen. “Let’s start with your name.”

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A few strands of hair caught on her lip gloss as she tilted her head to balance the phone between her shoulder and ear; her fingers itched to brush it aside, but her grip on the awkward pile in hand meant the hair was doomed to tickle her skin.

"So somebody broke into the crypt?" She hoisted her supplies higher, muttering under her breath: "I swear, one of these years I'm going to take advantage of winter break."

"You say that every year, darling,” Kol lowered the air conditioner.

"If you can remember that you can remember to remind me of it,” she rolled her eyes. "And yes, I know you did. Do you think the break in had anything to do with the elemental typhoon last night?"

"I think there's a chance it wasn't a break in."

"What do you mean?" Elena pushed the mansion door open with her hip, pausing in the entry.

"Why don't I meet you for brunch after your first class and I'll explain."

"Alright, I love you."

"I love you."

She heard the clicks, signifying the end of call, and wiggled her shoulder until the phone settled on the top grimoire.

She swayed, trying to realign her burden.

"Do you require assistance, ma'am?"

"Oh please don't call me ma'am,” Elena grimaced, “it makes me feel old."

"Sorry,” the boy cleared his throat.

"Aren't you over a century old?"

"Erik Mikaelson,” she fixed her son with a mock glare, "just because you're back at boarding school doesn't mean I won't ground you. Who's your new friend?"

"This is Henry,” Erik gestured to the boy with shoulder length hair, "he's new. Henry, this is my mom, she teaches spell science and traveller magic."

"And Kemiya to the upper years,” Elena smiled. She looked Henry up and down as her eyes drew together. "I didn't know we were expecting any new students. It's nice to meet you, Henry, and thank you,” she shook her head, nodding down, “but I've got this; I'll let you get back to your tour."

"See you in class, mom."

Elena nodded once and then took off down the hall for the spell labs. She picked the pace when she heard a loud bang, hastening towards the plume of violet smoke..

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Stefan surveyed the damage again, getting one final look at his car’s ruined window.

"Do you two wanna be left alone?" Lexi placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. It was difficult to make the gesture reach her eyes. He had an unhealthy obsession with the Porsche; she suspected he was more upset about the car than the 'Damon-kabob'.

"She’ll be good as new by the time we get there,” Damon sighed, leaning his hip against the new car Stefan had insisted on. "And if we wanna get there by nightfall we've gotta go."

"Are windows like that even legal?" Lexi moved, pressing her palm to the dark glass.

"Depends on the state," he crossed his arms. His voice took on a sing song tone. "If luck is on my side then they won't work and you'll be a pile of ash by the freeway."

"Damon!"

"Nothing against you, babe,” he slid into the car.

"If feels like it.” She opened the back door and made herself comfortable, pushing some heavy blankets aside; if necessary they would shield her from the sun. She waited for Stefan to get in before leaning over the centre console, turning the back of her head on Damon. "Where exactly are we going because this doesn't feel permanent, and I really don't want to spend my limited time in a confined space with the dick that killed me."

"It wasn't personal,” he grumbled, turning over the ignition.

"Can it, Damon!” She drove her elbow back, cracking a rib.

"I don't want you spending what little time you have in the dark,” Stefan grinned, nudging her with his shoulder. "You are going to feel the sun on your face again, and if I have my way,” he squeezed her hand, "this will be permanent."

"You got some powerful witch up your sleeve?” She snickered.

"I got a couple who owe me a pretty big favour,” his smile threatened to split his face, "Damon doesn't want to see them."

"He turned my bones to dust last time."

"I love him already,” Lexi smirked.

"Kol will leave you alone as long as you don't flirt with or antagonize either of them.”

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Erik led the way over the yard, pointing to each place as he explained the purpose of them. So far they had visited the stables, greenhouses, and dorms and were now on the final leg of the outdoor tour.

"This is the field," he followed the edge, “we play all sorts of sports, but the school favourite is Wickery. It was a joint project between my mom and aunt Caroline, and it's the closest you're ever gonna get to real life Quidditch."

"Quidditch?” Henry frowned, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue.

"Yeah, you know," he prompted, "the famous game from Harry Potter? What rock have you been living under?"

"One that kept me ignorant of popular culture," he drawled, rolling his eyes.

The gesture was achingly familiar.

"I didn't mean anything by it,” he held out his hands. “I tend to speak before thinking sometimes, Mom says I get it from Dad."

"I have a couple of brothers like that,” Henry chuckled.

"You have brothers?" He started walking backwards, leading the way to the mansion.

"I have four brothers, and two sisters."

"Woah,” his jaw dropped. "That's gotta be chaotic. I've got one sister and three cousins, and Christmas is crazy."

"A lot of them are older, so it wasn't that bad, but I haven't seen any of them in a long time.” He smirked, and when he spoke again it was in a tone Erik knew and didn't. "I doubt they even remember what I look like."

"Oh," he frowned. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be,” he waved a hand. “It wasn't anyone's fault. Sometimes things happen and you end up at a school you never thought you'd be at. How'd the school get here anyway?"

"Josie tells this story better,” he warned, "but I'll give it a try.” He turned around when Henry nodded and laid his hand on the deck.

“Long ago the mansion belonged to the old governor before my family took possession of it. It sat untouched for a long time until Eve and Hope were ready to start school.

"Mom wanted them to have a normal experience with other kids, but everyone agreed normal school was out of the question. And since nobody wanted them to stifle who they were Mom and Dad teamed up with my aunts and uncles and the only educator they actually knew. Within a year they opened the Mikaelson Boarding school.

"It grows every year, and my family takes turns funding. This year it's Uncle Elijah."

"That was pretty good."

"Jo still tells it better,” he shrugged. "Come on, I'll show you the classrooms."

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"Do you think my dad's mad?” Eve stared at her petri dish, mesmerized by a swirling path her stir stick created through the thick gel.

"No way," Hope tilted her own dish. scrutinizing the contents. “Uncle Kol yells when he's mad."

"He didn't yell when we caused that explosion and knocked a gaping hole in the kitchen wall,” she chewed her bottom lip. "Or that time I switched out spell ingredients without telling him and the table melted.” She hadn't known wood could react like that. "I don't think my dad's ever yelled at me – except for that time when I was crossing the street and a car came out of nowhere, but that was more a yelling at the driver thing."

"I don't think he's mad."

"He confined us to the school; we're effectively grounded."

"Well, you are,” she smirked. Her smile faltered when her phone buzzed. "And now I am too."

"Your dad?” She sat down her dish.

"And mom."

"So he's mad," Eve snatched up a scalpel. “Why else would our grounding have no end in sight?"

"Maybe...” Hope lowered her voice to a whisper. "He wanted us safe. The school has wards, and that ring... that ring shook him up.”

Hope unbuttoned her sleeve, rolling up her sweater and the white shirt to expose her wrist.

"And I know you don't want to admit it, but you're happy to be back here because what happened shook you."

"Alright everybody,” Elena clapped her hands for their attention, "pick up your scalpels and turn to your lab partner. Draw a shallow cut over their wrist then administer your gel; if you've done your job right then the wound will heal."

Hope hissed along with half the class when the blade was drawn over her skin.

"Do you think he told mom?” Eve dropped her scalpel and caught a dab of the gel, carefully wiping it over the cut.

"I think we'll know when he does." The gel cooled and her skin knit together underneath. "Confining us to school feels like half a punishment. Aunt Elena will have something more to add."

"What precisely will I be adding to Hope?"

The girls gasped, spinning on their stools to find Elena's sparkling eyes watching them.

"Nothing,” Eve's eyelids fluttered.

"You inherited your deceitful skills from me, Eve Freya Mikaelson,” she tilted her head. "I assume your father will have a fair bit to add to your 'nothing'."

Eve and Hope exchanged a look, knowing from experience that it was better to come clean; typically it knocked a week off the overall punishment.

"We snuck out last night,” she held her hands in her lap.

"I was restless..."

"And we knew Lafayette would be empty."

"Mom?"

"Are we in trouble?"

Elena stared at both of them, eyes flickering back and forth.

"Somebody could have been hurt."

Hope dropped her eyes.

"If you feel like that you should tell us; we can find a place for you to run where nobody will see. Don't listen to your cousin all the time; her impulsivity comes from her dad." Elena waited for them to nod and then held out her hands. "Cell phones."

"That's it?" Eve frowned, placing her phone in her hand.

"Of course not,” Elena smirked as the girls spun back around. She wrapped her arms around their shoulders and leaned forward to place her head between them. "You two are gonna come back here every day this week after dinner..."

"Mom, no; please?” Eve’s eyes widened. Her horror was reflected in Hope's gaze.

"And you're going to clean and reorganize the spell science cupboard."

"B-b-but...” Hope thought about the decade of disorder and various ingredients. "We came clean."

"That's why I'm not making you do the attic." Elena kissed their temples, humming softly. "I'm glad you're safe."

They shuddered as she left the table.

"Do you... uh...” Josie tiptoed up to their table. "still need a volunteer?" She held out a clean scalpel to Hope.

++++

The Tudor mansion sprawled out over lush green, popping out of the trees as if from nowhere. She stared at the towering structure and crossed her arms.

"Your friend seems to have done well for himself."

"I don't know about that,” Ariadne smirked. "He was buried alive in the sixteenth century."

Mary-Alice stiffened, whirling around to glare. Her fingers tugged at her sleeves, covering her exposed wrists.

"You said he disappeared."

"He did,” Ariadne skipped up the driveway and ran her finger over the hood of a blue Camaro. "He disappeared when he was desiccated and buried alive. Is he inside or on the property? Where do we start digging?"

“I gave you a location,” she pulled the map from her pocket, hating the way the trousers clung.

"Stop fidgeting? You look ridiculous.” She pulled out a small black box and surveyed the map, punching a few buttons.

"I feel like a whore in these clothes,” she fingered the denim. “Why couldn't I wear my own?"

"Because that monstrosity made you stick out like a sore thumb."

"But why must women in this century dress like prostitutes?" She sneered at Ariadne's blouse, revealing her collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

"Times are changing,” she crumpled the map. "Personally I find the lack of a corset freeing, and the twenty-first century has many marvels."

She started toward the house, following a blinking arrow on the black box’s screen.

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“Let me see if I've got this straight?" Lizzie passed off a glowing ball of swirling energy to her twin, “you thought sneaking out on a full moon. after an earthquake was a good idea?"

"Nobody was gonna be out there.” The ball grew, taking on a red tint.

"Keep the energy positive guys," MG frowned at the magic. "The book says it should stay blue."

"Someone could have been hurt,” Hope took the ball. The size and colour fluctuated as it passed between her hands. "I could have hurt someone."

"You didn't,” Eve groaned. The ball flared, resembling a supernova where it floated between her spread palms. "Don't doubt your control because you're bloody awesome. Mom just worries. Dad didn't say anything."

"Uncle Kol got distracted by how upset you were..."

"Uh... guys..." MG's voice wavered.

The spell fluctuated, further losing it's structural integrity.

" ... and that creepy guy who attacked you..."

"I had it handled!" Eve's heart hammered. Heat licked her fingers as anxiety fed the spell.

"That's why you spent an hour shaking and clinging to a werewolf," Hope drawled. "Uncle Kol didn't see it, but he could see that you were scared."

"I wasn't scared,” her voice cracked.

"You were,” Hope shoved her fingers through her hair. "That's the onl..."

The spell released, knocking four young witches flat. They groaned, sitting up on elbows.

"I really thought I'd be the one to screw that up,” Lizzie grumbled, flipping blonde hair from her face. 

“Is everyone okay?" Josie got to her knees and cast her eyes around the yard. "MG?"

"I'm good,” his voice called out from a flower bed.

Eve surveyed the damage she could see - flattened grass, broken branches and a toppled fountain. She flopped back, covering her face with her hands.

"I think I'm a little shaken," she swallowed, listening to her heart race.

Hope shuffled closer and wrapped her arm around Eve's middle.

"I know. I'm sorry."

Eve closed her eyes, lowering her hands to her belly. She could see the way he had looked at her - feel the way he had touched her.

"He looked at me like I was some kind of prize, and not in a good way."

"There's a good way?" Josie stretched out on her other side.

"Yeah,” Eve sighed. "Like how my parents look at each other sometimes, or how Uncle Nik looks at your mom."

"Like they can't believe they got so lucky,'' MG sat above their joined heads.

"I want someone to look at me like that,” Lizzie sighed, stretching out next to Josie.

"Not the way this guy was,” Eve shuddered. "It was like..."

"Like he wanted to consume you," Hope finished. “Nobody's gonna hurt you, Evie."

"And anyone who tries has to go through all of us,” Lizzie swore.

"We got your back, E,” MG squeezed her shoulder.

"Thanks,” she smiled, sniffing. "So,” she smirked, “does that mean you're all gonna help us with the storage cupboard."

"Evie, we love you," Josie kissed her cheek, “but no.”

++++

"Okay,” Erik recapped, counting off on his fingers. "The dining hall, administration and library are on the ground floor. Second floor has your standard normal classes, and supernatural courses are divided between there and the top floor. There are a couple of hidden rooms Uncle Nik turned into study spaces. Do you want to see my favourite?”

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Elena flipped through lab book after lab book, rapidly checking off correct answers and making short notes in the margins. Everyone passed the lab portion of their pop quiz, but the theory required a little work.

Two weeks off for holidays and everyone seemed to have forgotten a semester's worth of teaching. She anticipated intense study sessions in preparation for exams.

January promised strung out teenagers.

Even Eve and Hope's reports lacked coherent thought.

She flipped over her phone, reading the incoming message.

Kol: Did you forget about me?

She smirked, tapping out a quick response as she stood and reached for her purse.

Elena: I'm not sure. Remind me who this is again.

Kol: I think you know.

Elena: oh?

Kol: Dashingly handsome. Exceedingly debonair...

Elena: is this the insanely conceited guy that sleeps next to me every night?

Kol: conceited?

Elena grinned, taking off at a run, slowing when she reached the alley and sauntering to the cafe.

"Conceited?" He cocked an eyebrow, lifting his chin for her kiss.

"You spent more time getting ready for the New year's party than I did,” she slipped into the seat across from him, "and Bekah dragged me off for manicures."

Her eyes narrowed when he didn't immediately quip back with how she agreed that he was ridiculously good looking.

"What's wrong? Is it the crypt?"

"No,” he reached into his jacket pocket. "I can handle my parents possibly being alive on the streets of New Orleans," he ignored her shocked expression. "I've accepted their hatred, and mother's inability to stay dead. This is what worries me."

A ring wobbled on the table.

"A daylight amulet?" She picked it up. "Why do I recognize it?”

“Eve took it off a vampire who attacked her this morning." He covered her hand before she could interrupt. “There is a very descent chance the dead are rising. And a man who hates us both targeted our child because that ring belonged to Stavros."

She felt her head shake, impossibility was the denial on her tongue, but she knew her husband. He would see her impossible and raise with their children. Loopholes existed in nature, exploited at every opportunity by anyone with the power; some would have done it just to prove they could.

Sad to say, not every witch respected the natural world they were sworn to protect.

Their waitress walked up, thrusting her hips forward as she stopped at the table and batted her eyes.

"What can I get'cha, suga?” She flashed a bright grin at Kol.

He knew Elena was lost in thought when she made no comment on the girl's obvious flirtation. He was in no mood to torment her, or deal with Anna's inconsiderate nature.

"I'll have the eggs Benedict and coffee,” he examined the furrow between her brows and decided on her 'thinking food'. "Stuffed french toast and hot chocolate for my wife." He emphasized the last word, giving Anna a pointed look.

She clicked her pen closed and whirled toward the kitchen.

"How?” Elena closed her hand around the ring.

"After eighteen years I know you're favourite foods," he chuckled.

"Kol,” she sighed.

"Bad - if accurate - attempt at easing your nerves,” he rubbed her sensitive wrist, sobering fast. "Something happened during the blood moon, and I... I think the earthquake and... everything... may have been nature's way of fighting back.”

“Against the dead rising?” A chill swathed over her jiggling leg. “Did you see Stavros?” Warm metal cut into her palm.

“No, darling.”

“Then maybe you’re wrong,” she rubbed her lips together. “Maybe it was the Harvest girls screwing up a spell, or arguing over something trivial, and,” she raised a brow when she saw the flash of emotion in his eyes, “why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m so sorry, love.” He shook his head. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but the Harvest Girls are dead. Only Davina survived.”

Sorrow, she decided; it was sorrow in his gaze. Or perhaps she was seeing a reflection of her eyes in his.

“What happened?”

“A vampire.”

“I want him found,” she spat. Pure, unadulterated rage raced through her veins.

“While I share your sentiment it wasn’t him,” he ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Davina said it was a woman, and that she was talking nonsense about fire and magic; she never saw her face.”

“Then I want both of them found.” Two spots of colour appeared high on her cheeks.

“I already tried to find Stavros,” he let go of her hand, leaning back as their food arrived. “There’s no sign of him.”

“Then maybe you are wrong.” Elena picked up her mug and took a sip of rich hot chocolate. A dollop of whipped cream stuck to her nose.

“Or a witch is helping him,” he swiped his thumb over her nose and sucked the whipped cream off. “Personally I’m hoping I’m wrong, since being right opens a door I’d rather not look through. Do you know how many people I’ve pissed off in the past millennia?”

“No idea,” she shook her head. Her fork stabbed her French toast. Fruit oozed out.

“Too many to count,” he reached for his coffee.

“Right or wrong,” she lifted her fork, “I want that woman put down and that man found so I can tear out his internal organs.”

Her eyes narrowed when he smirked.

“What?” She mumbled around a mouthful of French toast.

He grinned, nudging her foot under the table. “I love you."

++++

“I assume he’s looked better,” Mary Alice grimaced. She leaned over the open lid of the pine box and traced the vampire’s desiccated remains with the tip of her finger.

“He’ll look much better in a minute,” Ariadne grinned. Madness gleamed in her eyes.

Mary Alice’s finger twitched, raising up in warning.

“Relax honey,” she twirled around the box, gracefully pirouetting towards her dropped bag. “I brought some blood. Can’t have him accidentally killing you now, can I? Who would finish the ring?”

She moved backwards, standing against the rough wall with a stiff spine.

Ariadne opened the blood bag and pressed the tube against his lips, squeezing a few drops into his dry mouth. Slowly the bag emptied and colour returned to his sallow cheeks.

His brow crinkled and he opened his eyes, blearily focusing on her grinning face.

“Ariadne?” He croaked, reaching for the edge of his coffin.

“Hello, darling,” she tossed the empty blood bag over her shoulder. “Did you miss me?”

“You…” he broke off in a fit of coughs, lurching upright.

“Let me finish that thought for you,” she reached for a second bag of blood, opening it for him, “ravishing creature.”

He tore into the bag of blood, sucking it down fast. A healthy glow returned to his skin. “I was actually going to call you a bitch.”

“That’s no way to talk to the girl getting you a daylight ring,” she pouted. Her eyes sparkled.

“You,” he fought down a sardonic laugh as he climbed to his feet, “want to grant me a daylight ring?”

“I even brought a witch,” Ariadne perched on the edge of his coffin. “Mary Alice spelled the talisman for you.” As she spoke she toyed with her own amulet.

Mary Alice pulled a silver ring from her pocket. The large blue stone glinted in the dim light, reflecting in his wide eyes.

“You never do anything without expecting something in return,” he jumped out of the coffin, eager to be rid of it. “What do you want?”

“It’s quite simple,” Mary Alice spun the ring around her finger.

“All you have to do is seduce a pretty little thing and get her to show you mommy dearest’s grimoire,” she picked at a splinter in the wood.

“Get the girl to take out a thin silver dagger her mother sealed away,” Mary Alice tilted her head, “and bring it to me.”

“And you expect me to do all of this under the cover of night?” He turned his head, eyeing them both.

“Don’t be silly,” Mary Alice tossed him the ring. “You’ll use that.”

“What’s to stop me taking this and running?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“The spell is temporary,” she resisted the urge to tug at her clothes. “I’ll make it permanent when you deliver your end; you have a week to get the doppelgänger’s dagger.”

“One week?”

“Don’t act so scandalized,” Ariadne waved one hand. “You always were a charmer and she is a naive girl. It’ll be a piece of cake. Now what do you say to me?” She sang, leaning forwards.

“Thank you?” He slipped the ring onto his finger.

“You…” Ariadne prompted, twirling a splinter between her fingers.

“Thank you Ariadne,” he rolled his eyes, “you ravishing creature.”

“Much better.”

++++

Hope towelled the worst of the water from her hair and dropped to sit cross legged on her bed, bouncing on the springs. She could still remember the first time she had slept at the school; it had taken a fair amount of convincing since someone always traveled from the compound to the campus every morning.

“Please don’t start jumping on the bed,” Eve flipped over a page and laid her hand on a sheet of paper.

“Do you remember when we were little,” Hope waved her hand, levitating her towel to its hook, “the first night we stayed in this room?”

“How can I forget?” She snickered, tapping the page. “You knocked me off the bed with a pillow. That was the first time I ever broke a bone.”

“You insta-healed,” she leaned back on her bed. “And what’s the fun of jumping up and down on the bed if you don’t whack each other around?”

“No fun at all.”

“Our parents were so mad,” Hope hugged a pillow to her stomach and reached for her brush.

“I remember mom crying,” Eve tilted head, seeing the scene as if it were happening. Her arm had healed at the wrong angle. “I think re-breaking it hurt her and dad more than it hurt me. Do you know that’s the only time I ever saw my dad cry?”

“Uncle Kol cried?” Hope winced and worked the brush through a series of knots.

“Yeah,” she pursed her lips. “Why are we talking about our first night here?”

“Because you’re flipping through that book.”

“It calms me,” Eve fingered another page. With each new page she catalogued the contents, feeling the various forms of energy rise up through her arm.

“You might be the only person alive to find dark objects calming,” she rolled her eyes.

“They’re not calming, Hope,” Eve flipped another page, tracing an eight pointed star with her fingertip. “They’re anxiety inducing, but knowing that the dark magic is stuck where nobody can ever use it is calming.” She flipped the page again. “And sometimes the light objects are fun to take out and handle.”

“Is it working at least?” Hope tossed her brush aside. “Is your stolen property succeeding in calming you?”

“No, and neither did your nostalgia trip,” she smirked.

“I see,” she hummed, “I guess I’ll just have to resort to drastic measures.”

“Dr…” Eve broke off in a shriek, throwing her hands up as the pillow smacked her in the face. She sputtered, twisting her neck around to stare at her cousin. A beat of silence passed before a wicked twinkle entered her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

Hope smirked, flashing white teeth.

“Oh…” Eve’s tongue poked out as she grinned, reaching for one of her pillows. “It’s on.”

++++

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” Elena kicked the table, sending candles skittering across the floor.

“What about the Tibetan bowl?” Kol stomped on the edge of a curtain, smothering the flames before they could overtake the fabric.

“Two Original hybrids,” she stared out the window, watching the moon rise up, “and an ancient bowl is going to help?”

“Can’t hurt,” he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What witch has enough power to block both of us together?” She laid her head back on his chest.

“A coven of them,” he closed his eyes, lowering his nose to her neck.

“Or maybe,” Klaus’ voice drew their attention from the window, “you can’t track the dead.”

“Now you’re on board with the dead theory?” Elena groaned, slumping in her husband’s hold. “I thought you were more sceptical than that. Your parents can’t exactly be considered the norm.”

“She has a point, Nik,” he sighed. “I didn’t actually see anyone dead, so the theory is unconfirmed.”

“Not anymore,” Klaus nodded his chin back towards the hall. “Confirmation has come to us.”

“What?” He lifted an eyebrow, adjusting his hold on her as she shifted.

“Elena has a visitor.”

The couple exchanged a look loaded with wary confusion before following Klaus out of the study.

“Who is it?” She slotted her fingers between Kol’s and squeezed, but Klaus didn’t get a chance to answer before they entered the living room. Her eyes snapped to the man by the fireplace and narrowed. “How does Stefan confirm anything?”

“You wanted something confirmed?” Stefan straightened up.

“Stefan is not the confirmation, right ripper?” Klaus smirked, dimples flashing. He circled around a leather couch, nodding to the person sitting there.

The woman placed one hand on the arm and rose, spinning around to face them. A bright smile lit up her round face as she squealed and raced to wrap Elena in a tight hug.

Her hands came up on instinct, wrapping around her back even as her spine stiffened.

“Lexi?” She breathed, dazed as the vampire let her go.

“Yeah,” she nodded fast, “I’m sorry. I know we were never that close.”

“It’s not that.” She shook her head.

“It’s what your presence implies, love,” Kol placed a hand on the small of Elena’s back, rubbing circles over her spine.

“I’m not entirely sure what that means,” Lexi took a step back. She tilted her head, looking him up and down slowly. “Are you the vampire that turned Damon’s bones to dust?”

“I suppose I did do that,” his jaw clicked. “He had it coming.”

“No defence needed,” Lexi laughed, holding her hands palms out. “Damon always deserves an ass-kicking. And after what I heard you did, I think I might love you.”

Elena stepped into his side and placed a hand on his chest. She smiled, voice filled with laughter and a slight edge.

“Move on fast, sweetie. He’s taken.”

“By a very jealous woman,” Kol tipped his chin down and gave her hand a pointed look. “What are you doing here Lexi? Aside from resurrecting, I mean.”

“Stefan got it in his head that you two could make her a daylight ring.”

Kol whipped his head around, glaring daggers at the man as he stepped into the living room through an opposite door.

“You!” He snarled.

Elena’s possessive hand turned into a restraining one, halting her husband’s sudden march.

Elena strained against Kol while Damon took a hurried step backwards.

The retreat stopped when Damon dropped to his knees and gripped his head. He grunted. Blood vessels burst in his eyes.

“Kol!” Elena spun in front of him, cutting off his sight line. Behind her Damon’s pained grunts cut off. “What have I said about hurting my friends unprovoked?”

“He draws breath in my presence,” his glared burned over the top of her head. He had never forgiven Damon for his attempt to steal Elena away, or his implication that their unborn daughter was something to fix. “That’s provocation enough.”

“Are you gonna beat the shit out of him?” Lexi stepped aside with a giant grin, perching on the sofa’s arm. “Maybe finish what I started earlier?”

“Lexi!” Elena scolded. “Why are you provoking him?”

“I wanna see Damon get pummelled,” she shrugged. “He did kill me.”

“His existence is provocation enough.” Elena’s head snapped around to Klaus’ snickers.

“I’ve had that thought,” Stefan covered his laugh by lowering his eyes and clearing his throat.

“You two are not helping,” she groaned.

“What the hell did I do to tick you off?” Damon stopped in his tracks. Righteous indignation squared his shoulders.

Elena felt a strong desire to sob her frustration.

“Weren’t you listening mate?” Kol placed his hands on Elena’s shoulders, lifting her off her feet and setting her at his side. “You’re still breathing.”

“Breathing?” Damon scoffed. He threw up his hands, taking a foolish step forward. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“You haven’t done anything?” Kol’s voice rose to a mocking falsetto. Only Elena’s hand on his elbow held him back. “You were going to help my mother kill every vampire on earth,” fire flashed in his eyes.

“To be fair,” Stefan gripped his brother’s jacket, holding him back, “I did that too.”

“You came around and helped,” Kol snapped. “He upset my wife time and time again, tried to steal her away and made a rather daring implication about my daughter. Not to mention nearly burning my brother alive.” He observed Damon critically and sneered. “I think I’ll feed you your own liver.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Damon smirked. “Didn’t you hit the reset button when Elena turned you?”

“Do you have a death wish?” Stefan sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sensing a tension headache coming on.

“I can take him,” he tried to break Stefan’s hold. “That was all circumstantial.”

“What about what you did to Caroline?” Stefan muttered, but failed to keep his voice low enough.

“What the bloody hell did he do to Caroline?” Klaus’ eyes flashed gold.

Shit, Stefan flinched.

Elena shut her eyes, pressing her lips into a thin line.

Klaus repeated his question, louder as he took a menacing step. Black veins spidered across his cheekbones.

“Only Damon and Caroline know exactly what happened.” Stefan cleared his throat, hoping to save Damon Klaus’ wrath. He might have held his own against Kol for a few minutes, but Klaus would tear Damon apart and no amount of Elena’s pleading would stop him; Caroline might have been able to do it, but he doubted she would have even if she were present.

With any luck he would have Damon far, far away before Klaus got Caroline to talk.

“I just had a little fun with her while she was human,” Damon shrugged. He glanced at Klaus, but the majority of his attention was stuck on Kol.

“Fun?” Klaus growled. His foot came down hard, cracking the floorboard as he stepped forward.

Damon seemed to sense the sudden shift and pivoted, keeping both brothers in his sight line. He bent his knees and readied to fight back, but he never got the chance.

His saving grace appeared in a flurry of white gold hair and grey cashmere.

Rebekah stood in front of Klaus, keeping her hands on his chest as she surveyed the room. A swell of testosterone shimmered in the air. Her eyes flickered over the tight cords of muscle in her brothers’ necks before darting to Freya.

“We’re gone for half a day and you’ve turned the living room into a bloody boxing ring?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Bex,” Kol glared at Damon. “Boxers are shirtless. Do you see any shirts missing?”

Unbidden an image of her shirtless husband with beads of blood dripping down his chest swam through her mind. She poked her extended canine, imagining licking the red from the grooves in his abdomen.

Shirtless, she decided, would make the whole ordeal much more interesting. She might even get on board with a little beating if it meant she could watch the shift of his muscles under sweat slick skin.

“Where have you two been?” Klaus took a series of shallow breaths, forcing his features back to something resembling human.

“We have been busy.” Freya moved into the middle of the room, hoping her presence would at least deter her brothers from racing into a fight. “Keeping our ears to the ground.”

“And we have bigger issues right now than whatever this is,” Rebekah waved one hand.

Elena swallowed her disappointment, but then thought of the store of blood bags. A little AB positive would be tastier than Damon; it wouldn’t be the first time she had done something like that.

“What’s the problem, Bekah?” She loosened her grip on Kol’s arm, sliding her hand down to his wrist.

“I compelled a few locals who live near the cemetery, pushed some images into their minds, and you’ll never guess what I found out.”

“I think they will,” Freya rolled her eyes.

“Mother and father were both seen leaving the cemetery in the early hours of the morning. No idea where they went, but they’re most definitely alive.”

“Of course they are,” Klaus felt fury race through his veins. “Three guesses why they’ve come back.”

“We don’t need three guess, Nik,” Rebekah rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious. The Original Bitch is fresh out of the grave and looking for ways to kill us all along with daddy dearest. Say what you want about our parents, but when they set a goal they do everything to reach it.”

“And they’re together again?” Kol twisted his wrist, catching her hand. “United in their desire to end their children.” He hummed, tilting his head. “How romantic. I don’t think we can compete with that, darling.”

“Shut up, Kol!” Elena glared, lightly smacking his arm.

“I love it when you order me about,” he winked.

Her flush and Rebekah’s subsequent groan brought a smirk to his lips.

@klaroline-events @kol-and-elena-fanfiction @elejahforever@elejah-wonderland @cry-btch@geekofmanyfandoms@morsmornte @xanderling @iw1shiknew​

[fangirl-imagines]

You’re The Best Christmas Gift I Ever Got//A Reddie Christmas Fic

A/N: Written for @star-gore  for the IT 2019 Secret Santa hosted by @itfandomprompts. They requested fluffy and funny Reddie, Stenbrough, or Benverly so I thought why not give them a little bit of all three? I worked really hard on this so I hope you enjoy it and have a very Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Richie Tozier hates the mall at Christmas. He could think of about a million other ways he’d rather spend one of the few days of his winter break home from college than getting dragged around the mall for hours. But when Beverly needs help looking for Ben’s gift, Richie sees something that makes facing the crowds worth wild. 

Word Count: 2,445

Genre: Fluff

Richie Tozier wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this, but he knew he better be on the nice list for it. Wandering around the overcrowded Derry mall, almost getting knocked down by frantic shoppers the week before Christmas, carrying an arm load of bags as he followed Beverly around. He groaned loudly as his fiery haired best friends continued to sort through shelves of books. She rolled her eyes but pointedly ignored him.

“Come on Bev! You know Ben is so obsessed with you that it doesn’t matter what you get him!” He leaned against the book shelf next to her. “You could literally give him the most generic gift of all time and he’d still love it and talk about it for months until we all get sick of him.”

“Richie,” She stopped and looked up at him. “This is me and Ben’s first Christmas together. I want it to be perfect.”

Richie sighed, feeling an uncomfortable wash of guilt. He knew how crazy about each other Beverly and Ben were and how much they had gone through to be together and he was happy for them. Especially after everything Beverly had gone through last year with that jerk Tom she’d been dating. Richie wasn’t sure he’d ever hated anyone as much as he hated Tom fucking Rogan. He wished he could say it was him and not Ben who knocked that smug smirk off his horse face. He’d tried though and got the black eye and chipped tooth to prove it. Beverly had cried and told him he was an idiot but it was worth it to him. Richie knew he was being kind of a jerk, he really was happy Ben and Bev had each other, he just wasn’t sure how much more shopping he could handle. Sensing this, Beverly sighed, stopping her searching to turn and face him.

“Okay, I shouldn’t be much longer. Why don’t you go harass Mike at the Santa booth and I’ll come meet you when I’m done?”

“Okay, fine  but you’re buying me a pretzel.” Richie agreed with a mock salute, turning on his heels and leaving a laughing Beverly behind him. A curly head of hair behind the register caught his eye though.

“Hey, Stan the man! Am I going to see you at Bill’s party tonight?”

Stan looked up from the puzzle that was currently keeping him occupied at the front desk. It was 1000 tiny pieces that from what Richie could see was supposed to eventually coming together to form a mural of robins. Right now it was only edge pieces and a few tell tail signs of red that Stan looked up from to give Richie a tight mouthed bitch face. “You mean my boyfriends party? The one he’s throwing me for Hanukkah. No of course not.”

Richie laughed and rolled his eyes. “Well who’s going to blow out the candles then?”

Stan’s face did not shift, “It’s an electric menorah, trashmouth.”

Richie shrugged. He reached over the counter and picked up a piece of the puzzle, putting it in place before heading out the door with a call over his shoulder of “See you tonight.”

Outside the quiet of the bookstore the Derry Town Mall was bustling with the week before Christmas holiday crowds. People pushed by each other, speeding from store to store as ‘Here Comes Santa Clause’ played through the overhead speakers. The enticing smell of food court burgers and pizza hung in the air, making Richie’s stomach rumble as he got closer to Santa’s Village right outside the food court.  The mall had gone all out this year with the village and the effort showed as soon as you walked up to it. But of course you could, Ben and Bill had built it after all. As soon as they had heard that the money raised through pictures with Santa would be going to help buy gifts for the local homeless shelter they had both been on board and between Ben’s building skills and Bill’s art skills, even Richie had to admit that it looked great.

The small house in the middle of the mall looked almost like a gingerbread house with its tan, glittery walls decorated with hooked candy canes painted along the walls and mountains of fluffy, fake snow covering the roof and lining the floor leading up to the house. The front of the house had a large open space though where you could see inside, but instead of an evil witch waiting inside it was Mike Hanlon, the actual nicest person in Derry. Mike sat on a large, red velvet lined chair in full red suit and white beard. He even had a pillow under his jacket to give him the bowl full of jelly look. In single file kids were ushered into the gingerbread house where they could meet Santa while Bill stood outside snapping pictures for their parents. Richie couldn’t understand why anyone would voluntarily used their painfully, criminally short winter break to go to the mall every day wearing a costume to deal with screaming, bratty kids all day but something that nice just fit Mike. He made a great Santa Clause too. He had a bright friendly smile under that white beard, and he’d spent most of November practicing his perfect “Ho-Ho-Ho!” Until Stan had begged and threatened to get him to shut up.

Richie laughed to himself, walking right up to the village and bypassing the line of kids going all the way back towards the bookstore, heading straight for Bill standing by the camera, snapping pictures. He tapped him on the shoulder, stealing a candy cane out of the bucket beside him when Bill turned his head. He opened the wrapper and popped it in his mouth with a smirk as Bill turned back to look at him. Bill’s eyes widened, flashing from the Santa house back to him.

“How’s it going Big Bill? I still can’t believe you volunteered for this.”

Bill’s eyes stayed wide, flickering back and forth between Richie and the gingerbread house then back to Richie. He swallowed thickly. “Richie?! Ne-,nei-neither can I.” He quickly turned back to the camera, snapping more pictures of the next kid sitting on Mike’s knee in the gingerbread house. “I th-,th-,thought that you ha-, hated the m-,m-,mall?”

“Well I do but Bev wanted help finding Ben’s gift so here I am. Never let it be said Richie Tozier isn’t a good friend.” He said, barley bothering to take the candy cane out of his mouth.

“W-,well w-w-,why don’t you g-,go hel-,help her?” He rushed, “we’re kind of bu-,busy h-,h-,here anyways.” Bill laughed uneasily, clearing his throat.

Richie’s brows furrowed thickly under his chunky black frames. He narrowed his eyes at Bill, “Are you trying to get rid of me Big Bill? Are you worried that Beverly is going to steal away your man? Because judging from the bird puzzle he has doing when I left I’m 100% positive she’s not interested.”

Bill cracked a smile at the thought of Stan putting together a bird puzzle at work but his face quickly shifted back into one of worry as he looked again back and forth between the house where kids were still filling through, telling Santa what they want for Christmas. “N-,No I just think it’s ru-,rude to leave Bev a-,a-,alone?”

Richie opened his mouth before his eye caught something that knocked him speechless.

“Okay, kid but seriously cover your mouth. It’s flu season and Santa can not afford to get sick. He’s a very important man and he cannot, I repeat, Santa cannot get sick!” A familiar voice fussed at the kids in line.

Richie’s jaw dropped, his candy cane falling to the floor but he ignored Bill’s small groan at the sticky candy hitting the floor. Eddie stepped out of the gingerbread house to face the line of waiting kids and make sure they were in a straight line. Richie blinked, almost expecting him to disappear when he opened his eyes back up but he was still there and very hard to miss in his costume. In red and white, candy cane stripped socks went up to his knees over his too tight red skinny jeans that Richie would take the time to focus on later. On top he wore a festive green jacket over a red shirt peaking out from underneath and a green, pointed hat with big, fake pointed ears on the sides.

“What the ho-ho-hell?” Richie stumbled, still staring wide eyed at his boyfriend. A huge, mischievous grin breaking out on his face. It was like Christmas had come early. He looked over at Bill with that same expression that made Bill sigh softly.

‘Sorry Eddie’ he apologized silently. “Ju-,just g-,go easy on him al-,alr-,alright Rich?” Bill shook his head, turning back to the camera and clicking away more pictures.

Richie nodded but said nothing. The ear-splitting grin still on his face as he brushed by Bill and almost knocked a few kids down getting to Eddie. “Eddie spaghetti! Does your mother know you’re out here wearing jeans like that?”

Eddie froze. His shoulders tensed and his eyes widened as he turned to face his boyfriend. His wide eyed, slacked jawed expression mirrored Richie’s at the sight of him. He glanced over at Bill for help but Bill refused to make eye contact, instead focusing himself on the camera in front of him. The shock quickly slipped off of Eddie’s face, replaced quickly by his best bitch face that Richie had seen a million times before. Richie just laughed and shook his head, the smile never leaving his face even when Eddie’s brows pinched together, and his eyes narrowed.

“Sir, if you’re not here to see Santa then you’ll have to step aside.” He dead paned.

“Well actually I’d love to see Santa but I’ve been pretty naughty this year.” Richie waggled his eyebrows over his glasses making Eddie groan.

“Hey, sounds like that are why I’m on the naughty list.” He joked. “But maybe you can put in a good word for me?”

“I doubt it.” Eddie crossed his arms self-consciously. “What are you even doing here anyway? I though you hated the mall?”

“The mall? No. The crowds, the traffic, the people fighting over gifts for people they don’t even like anyway? Yes.”

Eddie looked away, down at the line of kids, sending another running inside then wincing as one kid began having a coughing fit. Richie straightened up, the grin sliding off his face. He reached out and tugged at the point of Eddie’s ears attached to his hat.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a job over break?”

Eddie swatted his hand away. “It just until Christmas then I’m burning these socks and the hat.”

Richie laughed, shoving his hands down in his coat pockets to resist from reaching out and tugging at the ears again. “Okay but I still don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me? I mean I’m hurt Eds! Truly, truly hurt!” Richie gritted out dramatically, clutching his heart and stumbling back, getting looks from some of the parents waiting with their kids nearby. But he felt a warm feeling of pride in his chest when he saw Eddie crack a smile.

“Shut up, I did this for you trashmouth.” Eddie shook his head, but his eyes widened and his smile dropped when he realized what he said. He straightened up and pushed the next kids forward into the house towards Mike.

Richie tilted his head to the side, “What do you mean? Are you going to wear the costume in bed? Please tell me you’re going to wear the socks at least? I can probably get Mike to loan me the Santa suit.”

Eddie pursed his lips, biting back a smile at Richie’s pervy humor that he loved to hate so much. With a soft sigh he crossed his arms again and looked up at Richie, curing their height difference not for the first time. “Look, we both know my mom cut me off after I came out and being a college kid isn’t exactly a paying gig.”

Richie nodded, he wouldn’t ever forget Eddie storming into his house in the middle of Thanksgiving, apologizing as he ranted about how he’d had enough of his mom and had finally told her off and while he was at it, told her he was gay and dating Richie. Maggie had hugged him tight and fixed him a slice of pumpkin pie, Wentworth had slapped him on the back, and Richie had never felt so proud. It was also why Eddie was spending Christmas break with the Tozier’s this year.

“And it’s our first Christmas together so I really wanted to be able to get you something.” Eddie admitted sheepishly, looking closely at Richie for his reaction.

Richie blinked, staring at Eddie for a moment, making him nervous. But Richie didn’t notice, too preoccupied with the feeling of his heart skipping and a warm blush making its way up his neck to his cheeks. “Aww, Eddie Spaghetti!” He laughed, grabbing the shorter man up into a hug and picking him up off the ground even as Eddie screeched to be put down. “You know you don’t have to get me anything right? Just spending Christmas with you is enough.”

Eddie smiled shyly, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck as he was placed back on his feet.

“Besides I know being in a mall during flu season must be killing you right now.” Richie laughed, freely tugging on the felt ears sewed to Eddie’s hat.

Eddie swatted his hand away with more enthusiasm this time. “Yeah, yeah, just try and act surprised when you see your gift okay?”

“Oh my God, you are wearing the costume home aren’t you?!”

Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, trying to act annoyed and not at all like he was considering the idea when he grabbed the front of Richie’s sweatshirt and pulled his down into a kiss. Several of the kids standing around them groaned loudly and made exaggerated gagging noises but Richie and Eddie ignored them, instead Richie’s hands found their way to Eddie’s face, cupping his cheeks in his hands as he deepened the kiss. When they finally broke apart both out of air and the want not to get Eddie fired it was the sound of a camera snapping that caught their attention. Bill laughed to himself as he caught the kiss on camera but his expression dropped some at the angry elf now staring him down, hands on his hips.

“You’re a dead man Denbrough!”

[dakotacrisis]

For Better or Worse (4)

FLUFF!

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It had been about a week since that day on the Seine. Marinette and Adrien were taking things slow as agreed. Little moments and actions to help ease them into their new relationship. Not that they did any of it in public. They wanted to keep this to themselves until they could truly define what exactly this was between them. It was also nice to have this time alone without outside interference or opinion to rain on their happiness. They hadn’t even told Alya or Nino yet. Not that the pair hadn’t been digging at them for information about what happened that day. But Adrien and Marinette agreed that this was something to be kept in the utmost of secrecy for now.

It was actually going rather well. They got their good morning texts complete with too many emojis and their late night goodnight phone calls. They’d find cute notes tucked inside their lockers. Adrien tried to walk her home most days before he had to race back to his own house.

The relationship had also gotten them to relax around each other a whole lot more. It took a couple days of whispered pet names, and hesitant touches, but they had fallen into a comfortable rapport. Adrien liked giving her pet names whenever possible and Marinette found herself tracing patterns on the back of his hand when they were sat near each other. It wasn’t much but it was a promising start.

If anyone suspected that something more was going on they didn’t ask. Discuss about it behind their backs via group chats? Yes. Was there a betting pool going on? Most likely. Did Chloe call him in a fit demanding answers once the rumor got to her? Of course.

Through it all though Adrien and Marinette had their own bubble that no one could pop.

So of course the moment they were finally happy something had to come along and ruin it.

Marinette’s phone pinged alerting her she had received a text. With bleary eyes she reached for her phone and smiled when she saw it was Adrien.

Morning sleepy head, do you wanna have breakfast together?

She rubbed the last of the sleep from her eyes and texted him back.

Good morning! I’d love to! Where were you thinking?

Your place?

Are you inviting yourself over to my house at the crack of dawn? I thought we were keeping this from the parents.

Can’t a good friend come over for breakfast? ( O ^ O )

I guess a very good friend wouldn’t be amiss in this house ( > ν o) How are you getting out of the mansion?

I have my ways

Is this in any way going to get either of us in trouble?

Perish the thought. I would never risk your reputation

I’ll tell my parents you’re coming over and I’ll make sure my dad doesn’t go overboard. See you soon, sunshine! Xoxo

Can’t wait! See you soon, doodle bug! <3

“Doodle bug?” Tikki whispered in Marinette’s ear.

“Because I doodle a lot.” Marinette hid her face in her pillow. “Shut up.”

“It’s cute.” Tikki patted her head, “Now you should tell your parents he’s coming over, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going,” she squirmed out from under her sheets and popped downstairs to tell her parents Adrien was coming over for breakfast.

“Awe!” Her mom cooed, “Are you two finally together, sweetheart?”

“Mom!” Marinette flustered, “It isn’t like that. We’re just friends.”

She knew she could tell her parents the truth. They would keep it a secret and would be really happy for her. With everything going on though it just seemed like another step forward that her and Adrien weren’t quite ready for. In time they would tell the parents but not today.

“Of course, dear,” Her mom said, “Sorry to presume. You go get ready, we’ll get breakfast started.”

“Thanks mom, dad, love you!” she sped back up to her room and started getting ready. It was only breakfast so she didn’t need to dress elaborately but she also didn’t want to be bumming it when Adrien came over. She really didn’t want to put on jeans today though. Black sweatpants and chic oversized sweater it was!

A knock on the door sent Marinette shooting down the stairs and careening around her parents to get to it before they did. She opened it and Adrien was waiting patiently on the other side. While he may have been dressed properly for public his hair was all messy as if he had barely taken a brush to it after he woke up.

“Hi,” Marinette giggled as she started to smooth out his bedhead, “Nice to see you groomed before coming to my house.”

“Nice to see you dressing up for our breakfast date.” he quipped back.

“My house, I get to dress however I want.” Marinette crossed her arms, “You should be grateful I deigned to change out of my pajamas for you.”

“If you wanted me to crawl into bed with you that badly you could have just said so.”

“Adrien!” Marinette’s face pulsed red, “You can’t make those kind of jokes where my parents may hear you.”

“What? What did I say?” he frowned, confused, “Is it so bad to want early morning cuddles with my girlfriend?”

“Oh! Cuddling. That’s what you meant.”

“What did you think I was talking about?”

“Nothing. It’s not important. You wanna come in for breakfast?”

“Yeah, but I still want to know what you thought--”

“Mom! Dad! Look, Adrien is here!” she pulled Adrien in and shoved him in front of her parents.

“Good morning, Adrien.” her mom smiled at him, “Go on and take a seat. Would you like anything to drink? Juice? Tea? Milk?”

“Orange juice please.” Adrien took the offered chair next to Marinette.

The food was soon ready and everyone gathered round to start eating. At first a little nervous Marinette bumped Adrien to let him know that he could have as much as he wanted. Her dad always did make enough food for even the biggest appetites.

“So, Adrien,” her dad said, “How are you? School going well?”

Adrien paused, a little caught off guard by the question. “School is going very well.” he answered, “Can’t complain.”

“That’s good. What about outside of school? Marinette tells us you have a lot of extracurriculars that you devote your time to.”

“It can be a pretty full schedule but I enjoy my extra activities most of the time. I think my only wish is that I could have a little more free time to spend with my friends.” And girlfriend, Adrien thought to himself. He knew it had only been a week but he was itching to be able to take Marinette on a real date. Not just a video-call afternoon in the park or a study date in the library with Alya and Nino keeping a keen eye on the pair. A real date...in person...maybe a nice dinner where they didn’t have to pretend nothing was going on.

Maybe at the end of the date he could even give her a kiss. Not just on the cheek or hand like he’d been doing. A real kiss. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. What if he went in for the kiss and missed? What if he was bad at it? Sure he had kissed Ladybug a couple times but it wasn’t like he could remember any of them! What if he really was bad? What if something he ate made his breath smell? What if--

“Adrien.” Marinette poked him, “You still with us?”

“Sorry.” he blushed. He was getting all worked up about a kiss he had yet to give. “I was letting my mind wander. What were we talking about?”

“I’m given to understand you speak Chinese.” Mrs. Sabine said, “Well enough to translate for my uncle when he visited months ago.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Adrien said, “Father had me start lessons a couple years ago. He said it was important to be able to speak more than one language.”

“And how did you decide on Chinese?”

“Well, truthfully, I wanted to learn Japanese. But father said that I would be more likely to need to know Chinese so we went with Mandarin instead.”

“Does your intention of learning Japanese have anything to do with your obsession with anime?” Marinette smirked into her glass.

“I wouldn’t say it’s an obsession.”

“The three page rec list you gave me when I asked for anime/manga titles wasn’t obsessive?”

“You happen to be a fan of some quality entertainment--”

“It was color coded by genre and your personal rating of the series.”

“Like you have room to talk, Marinette.” Her dad said, “You have that huge calendar in your room that is not only color coded but meticulously updated with your ever changing schedule as well as your friends’ schedules.”

“Wow.” Adrien grinned, “Marinette, you’re a huge dork.”

“Come at me weeb!”

“Children.” her mom interrupted them, “No shouting at the table.”

“Sorry mom.” Marinette went back to her food. Her mom and Adrien started a conversation in Chinese that Marinette could barely follow. She had started learning more so that she could better communicate with her relatives back in China when she ever got to meet them. She still had a ways to go before she could hold a full conversation though.

“Not bad,” her mom nodded, “You speak Chinese rather well if not a bit too clunky and formal for normal conversation. That’s something you can only get over with repeated interaction with a native speaker really.”

“Not a whole lot of native Chinese around to practice with.” Adrien shrugged.

“I guess that means you’ll have to stop by more often.” Her mom had that plotting glint in her eye behind that sweet smile.

“I’d like that a lot.” Adrien beamed.

Unfortunately breakfast had to end and Adrien received an notification he had a fencing lesson to go to soon. He’d have to sneak back into the house before anyone came to check on him. He said goodbye to Marinette’s parents and walked downstairs with her to the door.

“Thanks for having me,” Adrien told her, “Breakfast with your family is way more entertaining than eating by myself back home.”

“My parents certainly enjoyed having you around.” Marinette said.

“Just your parents?” he leaned in closer to her.

“Maybe someone else did too. I wasn’t paying much attention.”

“And what could have possibly be splitting your attention?”

“Just some cute blonde sitting next to me.” she pushed his face back with her finger, “I wish we could do stuff like this more often.”

“When we let people know we’re dating we can.” Adrien assured her, “In the mean time I hope you can be happy with video-call dates and secret notes between class.”

“I’m already happy.” she held his hand. Her gaze focused on their intertwined fingers.

“Marinette,” Adrien tilted her chin up so she was looking at him, “I wish I could give you more.”

His face came closer and a little bell in her head started to sound. Was he going to kiss her? Okay, Marinette, don’t panic! Relax. You know how to kiss. You’ve done it plenty of times before! It’s just your first kiss with Adrien. Stop shaking you absolute scaredy cat!

Adrien pressed a kiss to her forehead instead.

Oh. That was new. Usually he only kissed her cheek. She didn’t think something as small as a kiss on the forehead could make her even more of a mess.

“I’ll talk to you after fencing practice.” Adrien told her. “See you later, doodle bug.”

“Yeah…” Marinette was still mooning over the sweet gesture, “Talk to you later, sunshine.”

Marinette went back upstairs to find her parents cleaning up breakfast and whispering animatedly. “Whatcha talking about?” Marinette went to help them.

“Oh nothing dear,” her mom assured her. “It was nice of you to invite your friend over for breakfast.”

“He more or less invited himself but it wasn’t like I was gonna tell him no.” Marinette said.

“Because you two are dating?” her dad guessed.

“What?” Marinette tried to play it off, “Of course not. I already told you it wasn’t like that.”

“Marinette,” her parents gave her a sympathetic look, “If that’s true then you may want to tell him that cause it was obvious he was very smitten with you.”

“We’re just good friends.” she insisted.

“Did you lie because you were scared your father would go overboard again?” her mom asked.

“No! I mean--I didn’t lie! There’s nothing...going on...um…” it felt gross lying to her parents. “Fine. We’re dating. But we didn’t want to let anyone know yet because we didn’t want anyone interfering.”

“Oh sweetie,” her parents hugged her, “We’re sorry for prying. We couldn’t help but be curious. If this secret relationship means that much to you then we promise we won’t breathe a word of it to anyone or interfere.”

“It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you but it’s already pretty delicate and new.” she relaxed in their arms, “You promise you’re not upset?”

“Nothing to be upset over.” they gave her one final squeeze before releasing her. “You make an adorable couple.”

“Thanks.” Marinette blushed, “And you promise you won’t tell anyone? I haven’t even told Alya yet.”

“What’s there to tell?” her dad tapped his chin, “That a friend of yours came over for breakfast?”

Marinette breathed out in relief and continued to help her parents clean up. This was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

True to his word Adrien called her after fencing practice and she admitted that she told her parents they were dating after he left. He wasn’t upset with her which was a relief. It was inevitable that someone was bound to figure it out sooner or later. Thankfully it was just her parents and not some paparazzi or crazed fan.

“How did they figure it out?” Adrien asked.

“They said that you were too smitten to be anything less than my boyfriend. That and if we weren’t in fact dating then I should tell you since you didn’t seem to be aware.” Marinette laughed.

“Do you think we’re that obvious at school?”

“Hard to say, I don’t know how we look when we interact at school. I think because we’re much more wary of the eyes watching us there it isn’t as bad as when it was just us eating with my parents in the privacy of my house.”

“That’s good. Don’t want the news getting out to everyone too soon.” Adrien paused, “Hold on a second, Nino’s calling me.”

“It’s fine. If I don’t hear from you again today then sweet dreams and a good night, sunshine.”

“It’s three in the afternoon.”

“And we both have very busy schedules. I don’t know if we’ll talk again before bedtime.” There was a frantic knocking on Marinette’s front door. “Someone’s at the door. Bye, Adrien.”

“Well, sweet dreams if I don’t hear from you later,” Adrien chuckled, “Goodbye, Marinette.”

They hung up and Marinette went downstairs to see who was banging on her door. She opened it and Alya rushed in nearly plowing over her.

“Alya!” Marinette jumped out of her way, “What is--”

“Do you have something to tell me?” Alya was pacing the living room. Her phone clutched tightly in her hand and her hair even more of a mess than usual.

“What is going on?” Marinette didn’t know what Alya was doing looking like a madwoman in her house. “Not that I don’t love seeing you, Alya, but what on earth are you doing here?”

“Don’t try and act dumb, Marinette,” Alya pulled up something on her phone and shoved it in Marinette’s face, “Care to explain this photo circulating around every social media platform?”

“What are you…” Marinette trailed off as she took in what she was seeing. It was a picture of Adrien and Marinette outside her house this morning. Granted it was a great candid photo of Adrien kissing Marinette’s forehead but who took it?

“Oh no.” Marinette didn’t dare look at the comments. “Who posted that!”

“I think what is more important,” Alya took her phone back, “Is the fact that you and Adrien are dating and didn’t tell me! Your best friend!”

“Alya, you don’t understand.” Marinette pulled out her phone. Already her Instagram was flooding with comments from jealous fans. “This is so bad! We weren’t telling anyone about this for a reason! Now everyone knows.”

“Okay, calm down,” Alya pulled the phone out of Marinette’s hands and set it down on the counter, “You’re freaking out and that’s partially my fault for coming at you full force. Everything will be alright.”

“How can I relax?” Marinette started doing little circles around the coffee table, “Adrien hasn’t even told his dad that we’re dating. You know how controlling he can be. What if he forbids Adrien from seeing me? I already have so much on my plate right now, Alya, I can’t handle any secret dating or star-crossed lover tropes in my life.”

“Marinette!” Alya grabbed her and forced her to sit on the couch, “You need to chill. Look at me, take a deep breath, and try to relax. You are blowing the situation out of proportion.”

“You’re right,” Marinette unclenched her fists, “It’s not that bad...right?”

“Some jealous fans leaving comments on your Insta are not worth the freak out. Don’t worry about Adrien’s dad being a jerk or anything like that.” Alya rubbed her back, “The only thing I want to know is every little detail about your new relationship with Adrien.”

“Alya,” Marinette let out a tired laugh, “Give me a moment to breathe. I just found out my relationship’s been outed to the public when we were supposed to be keeping it ourselves. I need a minute.”

“Okay. Take your time.” Alya leaned in closer and whispered, “I knew he was going to choose to date you.”

“You are hopeless.” Marinette chuckled. “And I suppose I have been dying to tell you about it so get comfortable. You are going to love this.”

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