#stack overflow is my bitch

[plasticdinobitch]

yk i really love coding in a continuously updating language because i'll try to find out how to do something and get 7 completely different answers and 2 people saying it isnt even possible

[marscardigan]

what is this feeling?

roomate!ellie x fem!reader

main masterlist

summary: college au. you and ellie disliked each other since the beginning. the director has to do something about it when your mutual hatred goes too far.

word count: 5k

cw: based off of the song what is this feeling? from the musical wicked. no use of y/n. reader is kind of a bitch.

The semester was almost over when Ellie arrived at Jackson University. She stood at the doorway of her new dorm room, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder, eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. It looked like a tornado had hit—if tornados were made of textbooks, potted plants, and tons of clothes. Every available surface was covered in something, from open notebooks stacked on the desk to an overflowing laundry basket by the bed.

Correction: by her bed.

Posters of pop stars she’d never heard of were plastered on the walls. A lumpy quilt, clearly handmade, was tangled on the left mattress. The right side was a mountain of stuff: books, hats, and bags.

"Uh, hello?" she called out, knocking on the open door frame.

From behind the closet door, a voice called her out, "Just a sec!"

Ellie waited, impatient. She already didn’t want to be here—new school, new roommate, new everything. And now this.

The closet door swung open, and you stepped out, flicking your hair over your shoulder. Your eyes scanned Ellie from head to toe, lingering on her wrinkled flannel and scuffed pair of Converse. One perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. "You’re the new roommate?"

Ellie crossed her arms. "Yeah. Ellie."

You turned on your heel, stepping over a pile of textbooks as you moved toward your bed—Ellie’s bed, technically. You looked over your shoulder, eyes gleaming. "I would’ve made room for you, but they told me you weren’t coming until next semester."

Ellie glanced around at the chaos. "Looks like you decided to spread out anyway."

You shrugged, not a hint of apology in your tone. "Well, I had the place to myself. Can you blame me?" You waved a manicured hand at the pile of clothes on her mattress. "I suppose I could clear some of that. Eventually."

Ellie’s jaw clenched. "Or, you could do it now."

You blinked, clearly not used to being spoken to like that. But then your smile widened, dazzling and sharp. "Wow. Someone’s feisty." You leaned against the shared desk, eyes never leaving Ellie’s. "Tell you what—since you’re here early and all, why don’t you help me? After all, it’s your stuff in the way."

Ellie’s eyes darkened. "My stuff?"

"It’s your bed, isn’t it?"

Ellie opened her mouth to retort, but you were already moving, "There. Now you’ve got space."

This was going to be a long semester.

Ellie quickly learned that living with you was like being in the middle of a hurricane—one with nice hair and a perfectly sharp tongue.

It started with the little things. Like the way you always seemed to be on the phone, laughing with friends Ellie hadn’t met and probably wouldn’t like.

But then it got personal.

"Are you sure you’re a sophomore?" you asked one morning, leaning against the closet door as she tied her converse. "Because I could’ve sworn they stopped letting high schoolers in here."

Ellie didn’t look up, "Funny. I was just wondering if you were majoring in Fashion Police."

You tilted your head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Nope. But if I were, you’d be failing." You gave her a once-over, taking in the faded band tee and worn jeans. "Like, spectacularly."

Ellie’s jaw tightened, but she kept her tone flat. "Yeah, well, not all of us have trust funds to blow on overpriced rags."

Your smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes. Annoyance, maybe. Ellie counted that as a win.

At lunch the next week, Ellie trudged into the cafeteria, exhausted after her back-to-back lectures. She grabbed a tray, mind already on the paper she needed to finish, when she heard a voice carry across the room.

"I really don't know how you do it, like, genuinely. How do you stand her? I don't think I could."

That was another thing. You had everyone wrapped around your finger. Everywhere you went, you were surrounded by people—laughing, smiling, clinging to your every word. It didn’t matter that you were the most infuriating person Ellie had ever met. You were popular. And you were aware of it.

"Well, at least she doesn’t occupy much storage in the closet," you replied, your voice light and casual, but loud enough for Ellie to hear. "It’s an advantage of having only two jeans and three shirts, right?"

Your friends laughed, their voices echoing off the cafeteria walls. Another girl added, "Well, we are on your side!"

Ellie’s grip tightened on her tray. Two could play at this game.

She crossed the room without hesitation, sliding into the seat across from you. Your eyes widened in surprise, just for a second, before you composed yourself, flashing that perfect smile of yours.

"Aw, don’t stop on my account," Ellie said, setting her tray down with a thud. "I was just wondering how you manage to talk so much without actually saying anything."

Your smile didn’t falter, but your eyes sharpened. "Just making conversation. Sorry if that’s new for you."

"Right. Must be exhausting, carrying that much air in your head all day."

You blinked, clearly not expecting her to bite back that hard. But you recovered quickly, tilting your head. "Oh, that’s cute. I didn’t know sarcasm was a personality trait now."

Ellie’s smirk widened. "I didn’t know lip gloss was either, but here we are."

Your jaw tightened, but your voice remained sugar-sweet. "Wow, it must be nice to not care about how you look. I mean, it really shows."

Ellie shrugged. "At least when people look at me, they don’t get blinded by glitter."

You huffed, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "It’s called style. You should try it sometime."

Ellie leaned in, her eyes locked on yours. "Thanks, but I don’t need to dress like a Barbie to have people listen to me."

Your cheeks flushed, and for a moment, Ellie saw the crack in your perfect facade. But then you plastered on that brilliant smile, leaning forward as well with an infuriatingly calm expression. "You know, it’s really brave of you to act this tough when everyone knows you’re just some charity case they let in out of pity."

Time froze. Ellie’s face went blank, her hands tightening around her fork.

You tilted your head, voice dripping with faux sweetness. "Oh, did I strike a nerve? Sorry, I just assumed you knew. You do stick out like a sore thumb."

Ellie didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. She picked up her tray, mashed potatoes and all, and flung it at you.

Your gasp was drowned out by the collective 'Oh!' from your friends. Mashed potatoes splattered across your top, dripping down your perfectly styled hair.

For a moment, you sat there, frozen, eyes wide with shock. But then fury flashed across your face, and you grabbed your own tray. Without a word, you hurled it at Ellie.

She barely dodged as spaghetti sauce splattered across her shirt, a noodle dangling from her hair. Her eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. "Oh, it’s so on."

The cafeteria erupted into chaos as food started flying. You launched a cup of pudding, and Ellie retaliated with a handful of peas. Someone screamed as a slice of pizza soared through the air, narrowly missing them. Laughter and shouts echoed off the walls as tables were overturned, students ducking for cover.

You lunged for a bowl of salad, but Ellie was faster, smearing dressing down your arm. "You’re gonna pay for that!" you shouted, grabbing a carton of milk and pouring it over her head.

Ellie sputtered, wiping it from her eyes. "You’re dead." She grabbed a roll and chucked it at you, hitting you square in the forehead.

Before either of you could escalate further, a voice boomed through the cafeteria. "ENOUGH!"

The room fell silent, heads whipping around to see Director Miller standing at the entrance, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His eyes were blazing as he took in the scene—the overturned tables, food-splattered walls, and you and Ellie, standing in the middle of the carnage, covered head to toe in cafeteria slop.

His gaze locked on you, then shifted to Ellie. "My office. Now."

Ellie swallowed, her anger giving way to a sinking feeling in her stomach. You looked just as stunned, mouth slightly open as you tried to brush mashed potatoes off your jeans.

"Move it," Director Miller barked, turning on his heel and marching out of the cafeteria.

Ellie shot you a glare. "This is your fault."

You scowled back, cheeks flushed. "Excuse me? You started it!"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Yeah? Well, I’m gonna finish it."

You opened your mouth to retort, but Director Miller’s voice echoed from the hallway. "Now!"

With one last death glare, you turned on your heel, marching out of the cafeteria with your head held high, even with spaghetti sauce dripping down your back.

Ellie followed, grumbling under her breath as she flicked a noodle off her sleeve. This was not how she’d planned on spending her afternoon.

But as she watched you try to wipe pudding off your designer handbag, she couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips. Maybe this wasn’t that bad after all.

Director Miller’s office was colder than Ellie expected. The walls were bare except for a single clock ticking ominously above his desk, and a picture of him and her daughter. It felt like a judge’s chamber—appropriate, considering the scowl on his face as he stood behind his chair, arms crossed.

You sat rigidly in the chair beside Ellie, arms crossed so tightly over your chest that mashed potatoes were flaking off your sleeve. Your hair was a tangled, sticky mess, strands stiff with gravy and milk. Ellie didn’t look much better, her shirt stained with spaghetti sauce, some noodles still clinging to her shoulder.

Director Miller let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. "You two care to explain why my cafeteria looks like a war zone?"

Neither of you spoke. Ellie’s jaw was clenched so tightly her teeth ached. She wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.

When neither of you answered, he shook his head. "Unbelievable. You’re supposed to be adults. College students. Yet you acted like a couple of toddlers throwing a tantrum." His eyes flicked between you two, the intensity of his glare enough to make you look down.

"I don’t care who started it," he continued, his voice dangerously calm. "What I care about is the fact that half the student body had to duck for cover because you two decided to turn lunch into a food fight."

Ellie’s fingers dug into the armrest, her eyes fixed on the floor. She could feel your presence beside her, a tense ball of anger and humiliation. She refused to look at you. Not after what you said.

Director Miller’s eyes narrowed. "Clearly, you two have issues to work out. And since you obviously can’t do that like adults, we’re going to try something else."

You finally looked up, eyes widening in suspicion. "What does that mean?"

"It means," Director Miller started, leaning on his desk, "you’re going to sit here and say three nice things about each other."

Ellie’s head snapped up. "You can’t be serious."

Your mouth fell open, eyes flashing with indignation. "That’s… that’s ridiculous!"

Director Miller’s lips twitched, but he kept his composure. "Oh, I’m dead serious. You’re not leaving this office until I hear three sincere compliments from each of you." He straightened, brushing off his jacket. "I’ll give you ten minutes to figure it out."

You sat up straighter, eyes narrowing. "And if we don’t?"

Director Miller’s gaze was steely. "Then you’ll spend the rest of the day cleaning every inch of that cafeteria. Floors, tables, walls—every last drop of food you threw."

Ellie felt her stomach drop. She remembered the chaos, the mess splattered across every surface. It would take hours to clean up.

Director Miller looked at his watch. "I’ll be back in ten minutes. If I don’t hear six sincere compliments, you better be ready to scrub."

He turned on his heel, leaving the office without another word. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you and Ellie in heavy, awkward silence.

Ellie’s fists tightened, her eyes fixed on the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes to find something—anything—nice to say about you. Her mouth twisted in distaste. She’d rather swallow glass.

You sighed loudly, leaning back in your chair with a dramatic huff. "This is so stupid."

Ellie shot you a glare. "Yeah? Well, it’s your fault we’re here in the first place."

Your head whipped around, eyes blazing. "My fault? You threw food first!"

"You insulted me first!" Ellie snapped, turning to fully face you for the first time. "You think I didn’t hear what you said? Calling me a charity case? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Your face fell for a fraction of a second before you recovered, scoffing. "Oh, get over it. I was just stating facts."

Ellie’s eyes narrowed. "You don’t know anything about me."

"I know you’re infuriating," you shot back, "you act like you’re better than everyone just because you don’t care about fitting in."

Ellie let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, because fitting in with you and your pack of clones sounds like so much fun."

You bristled, your eyes flashing. "You’re impossible. No wonder you don’t have any friends."

Ellie’s chest tightened, the words hitting harder than she wanted to admit. But she kept her face neutral, her voice cold. "I’d rather have no friends than fake ones, honestly."

Your mouth opened, then snapped shut, eyes dropping to your lap. For a moment, neither of you said anything. The clock ticked loudly above, each second a heavy reminder of your shrinking time limit.

Ellie let out a slow breath, running a hand through her hair—then grimacing as her fingers got stuck in the sticky mess. "Okay," she muttered. "Three nice things. Let’s just get this over with."

She glanced at the clock again, heart sinking. Eight minutes left.

Before she could speak, you let out a dramatic sigh, slumping back in your chair. "Alright, I’ll go first. I don’t want to be here all day."

Ellie looked at you, "Fine. Let’s hear it, then."

You opened your mouth, then closed it, eyes narrowing. It was clear you were struggling. Ellie almost smirked. Good. At least she wasn’t the only one who found this torture.

Finally, you looked away, your voice lower than usual. "I… I think you’re really good at drawing."

Ellie’s eyes widened. "What?"

You rolled your eyes. "You heard me. You’re… great, okay? I saw your sketchbook the other day." You shifted in your seat, clearly uncomfortable. "The way you draw people is… impressive."

Ellie stared at you, suspicion flaring in her chest. "Are you being serious right now?"

Your head snapped toward her, eyes blazing. "Yes, I’m serious! God, this is exactly why I didn’t want to go first. You can’t even take a compliment without making it weird."

Ellie’s mouth opened, then shut. She blinked at you, still processing the fact that you—you, of all people—had just complimented her art. Her sketchbook was one of the few things she actually cared about, something she kept private, hidden from judgmental eyes. The fact that you saw it, and didn’t make fun of it… It threw her off balance.

Her fingers drummed on the armrest, nerves prickling under her skin. "I didn’t know you… noticed."

You shrugged, suddenly fascinated with a stain on your jeans. "Well, I did. You’re talented. It’s annoying."

Ellie let out a short laugh. "Right. Sorry for being good at something."

You huffed, but there was no real anger behind it. "Yeah, well… don’t let it get to your head."

A small smile tugged at Ellie’s lips, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to ease. She shifted in her chair, her heart beating just a little faster. This was weird. But… not terrible.

She took a breath, forcing herself to speak before she could chicken out. "You’re… actually pretty smart."

Your head whipped around, eyes wide. "Huh?"

Ellie looked away, her cheeks warming. "I mean, you act all superficial and, like, too cool to care. But I’ve seen you in class. You’re always taking notes, and you actually get the material. Like, that essay you wrote for English? It was… good." She cleared her throat, refusing to meet your eyes. "I mean, for someone who spends so much time gossiping, you actually have a brain. Who knew?"

You gaped at her, clearly taken off guard. "You… read my essay?"

Ellie shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. "Yeah. The professor used it as an example, remember? I figured it’d be stupid, but it wasn’t."

Your cheeks flushed, and for a moment, you looked… shy. "Oh. I didn’t think you paid attention."

Ellie rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, well… I did."

Silence settled again, but this time, it felt different. Lighter. Like the air wasn’t as thick with resentment.

You cleared your throat, fidgeting with your hair. "I, um… I saw you playing guitar the other day. Outside the dorm."

Ellie’s eyebrows shot up. "You were spying on me?"

Your eyes narrowed. "No! No, I was just… passing by. You weren’t exactly being quiet." You hesitated, voice softening. "You’re good at that too. I didn’t know you could sing."

Ellie’s face warmed. "Oh. Uh… thanks." She shifted in her chair. "I’ve been playing since I was a kid."

You nodded, your gaze dropping to your lap. "I always wanted to learn. I-uh… my ex was supposed to teach me, but it never happened."

Ellie’s chest tightened. "Your… ex?"

You nodded, your voice oddly quiet. "Yeah. She had a guitar, but she never got around to showing me how to play."

Ellie’s mouth went dry. She opened her mouth, then closed it, her cheeks heating up. She. You dated girls. You had an ex-girlfriend.

She was suddenly aware of how fast her heart was beating, her mind racing with a million questions she couldn’t ask. Her gaze flicked to you, noticing how your shoulders were slightly hunched, your fingers nervously twisting in your lap.

You looked… vulnerable. Sad, even. It was weird, seeing you like this—seeing you as a person, not just the stuck-up princess who made her life hell.

Ellie swallowed, her voice coming out softer than she intended. "I… I could teach you. If you want."

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. "What?"

Ellie looked away, scratching the back of her neck. "I mean, I’m not, like, a pro or anything. But I could show you the basics. If… you’re serious about learning."

You stared at her, mouth slightly open. "You… you’d do that?"

Ellie shrugged, fighting to keep her voice casual. "Yeah. I mean, it’s not a big deal. Better than you bugging me about my closet space all the time."

Your lips twitched, a small smile breaking through. "I don’t bug you about your closet space that much."

Ellie snorted. "Yeah, right."She risked a glance at you, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the genuine smile on your face. "So… is that compliment number two?"

You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice in it. "Fine. I like that you can play guitar. And… that you offered to teach me." You hesitated, voice softening. "That was… nice of you."

She looked down, trying to hide her smile. "Yeah, well… don’t get used to it."

You laughed—a real laugh. It was the first time Ellie had heard it, and it did something weird to her stomach.

She looked at the clock, realizing only three minutes had passed. But for the first time since she’d met you, she didn’t mind the thought of being stuck here a little longer.

Before you two knew it, you were back at the hall. Your friends were lounging in the common area, laughing loudly. You looked at them, your expression faltering for just a second before you turned to Ellie. "I… guess I’ll see you around?"

Ellie’s stomach did a weird flip, and she nodded. "Yeah. Sure." She hesitated, then added, "You know… if you still want to learn guitar, I… I meant what I said, too. I could show you sometime."

Your eyes widened, a flash of surprise crossing your face. "Oh. Um… yeah. I’d like that." You gave her another small smile, then turned, heading toward your friends. But you didn’t go to them right away. You hesitated, glancing back at Ellie before finally joining them, your posture just a little stiffer than usual.

Ellie watched you go, her heart doing that stupid flip again. She shook her head, heading up the stairs to your room. Her room. Your shared room.

She was halfway up the stairs when she heard your friends’ voices.

"Oh my God, did you seriously got detention for fighting with her?"

"What were you thinking? She’s such a loser."

Ellie’s fists clenched, her shoulders tensing. But before she could storm back down, she heard your voice—quiet, but firm. "Yeah, well… maybe she’s not as bad as you think."

A stunned silence followed, then one of your friends scoffed. "Ugh, you’re joking, right?" You didn’t answer.

Ellie felt her chest tighten, her grip on the railing loosening. She turned, heading up the stairs, her mind spinning.

Maybe… maybe you weren’t as bad as she thought either.

Days passed, and the tension in the dorm room slowly began to fade. It wasn’t like you and Ellie were suddenly best friends or anything, but the insults were less sharp, the glares less frequent. Sometimes, you even managed to have a conversation without throwing a shoe to her direction.

It started small. Polite nods when you crossed paths in the hallway. A quiet 'bless you' when Ellie sneezed. A muttered 'thanks' when she held the door open for you. Little things that weren’t a big deal on their own, but together, they started to chip away at the wall between you.

And then, there was the guitar.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and the sun was spilling through the dorm window, casting lazy patterns on the floor. Ellie was sprawled on her bed, strumming absentmindedly, lost in the music. You were at your desk, pretending to study, but your eyes kept flicking to her, watching her fingers dance over the strings.

You chewed your lip, debating with yourself before finally blurting out, "Can you show me?"

Ellie looked up, blinking. "Huh?"

You nodded toward the guitar. "You… you said you’d teach me. If you’re not too busy."

Ellie’s eyebrows shot up. "Oh. Uh… yeah, sure." She sat up, scooting over to make room on the bed. "C’mere."

You hesitated, glancing at her bed like it was dangerous territory. Then you shook off the nerves and sat down, careful to leave a few inches of space between you.

Ellie handed you the guitar, her fingers brushing yours for half a second. You both froze, the air suddenly feeling warmer. Then she cleared her throat, leaning back. "Okay, so… this is a G chord. You put your fingers here… and here…"

You tried to mimic her, your fingers fumbling on the strings. It was awkward, and the sound that came out was more of a croak than a chord. You winced. "Wow. I’m terrible at this."

Ellie laughed, and that itself made something flutter in your chest. "Nah, that’s normal. It’s weird at first." She reached over, her fingers adjusting yours on the frets. "Here, like this."

Her hand was warm, her touch gentle. You swallowed, trying to ignore how close she was. "Oh. That’s… better."

Ellie’s voice was softer now. "Yeah. Try strumming it again."

You did, and this time, the sound was smoother, less jarring. A real chord. You looked up, grinning. "I did it!"

Ellie’s eyes sparkled, a smile breaking across her face. "Yeah, you sure did." She looked proud, and you felt a warm glow in your chest.

After that, the lessons became more frequent. Sometimes in the afternoon, when your friends were busy gossiping without you. Sometimes late at night, when the campus was quiet, and the only sound was Ellie’s guitar and your whispered laughter.

You started spending less time in the cafeteria, less time listening to your friends’ endless chatter about the latest parties and shallow drama. You still dressed the same—perfectly styled hair, cute skirts, flawless makeup—but now, it felt more like a choice and less like a costume. You wore what you wanted, not what your friends expected.

And somehow, even though you were seeing your so-called friends less and less, you didn’t feel lonely. Not when you had Ellie strumming her guitar beside you, laughing at your jokes, teasing you when your fingers fumbled.

One afternoon, as you were practicing chords, Ellie looked at you, her gaze lingering. "You’re getting better, you know."

You smiled, glancing down at your fingers. "You think so?"

Ellie’s voice was soft. "Yeah. I do."

Your heart did that stupid fluttering thing, and you looked away, pretending to adjust the guitar strap. "Well, I’ve got a good teacher."

Ellie’s cheeks tinged pink, and she looked down, a smile playing at her lips. "Yeah, well… don’t get used to the compliments."

You laughed, your shoulder brushing hers. You didn’t pull away. She didn't, either.

It happened slowly at first. Missed texts, unanswered calls. You would walk up to your usual table in the cafeteria, only to find your friends turning away, their laughter falling silent. It was subtle, but it was there—a cold shoulder, a whisper behind your back.

At first, you tried to brush it off. Maybe they were just busy. Maybe you were imagining it. But then the rumors started.

"She’s changed. Thinks she’s too good for us now."

"Have you seen her with that new girl? What’s her name? Ella? Freaks, both of them."

"Ugh, she’s so desperate. No wonder she hangs out with her."

You tried to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t bother you. But it did. It hurt. Especially because it was coming from people who were supposed to be your friends.

One afternoon, you walked into the cafeteria, tray in hand, heading to your usual spot. But when you got there, the table was full—every seat taken. You stood there, feeling exposed, your face heating up as they all looked at you with blank, uninterested stares.

"Oh," you said, forcing a smile. "I… didn’t realize the table was full."

One of the girls looked you up and down, her nose wrinkling. "Yeah, funny how that happens. Maybe there’s a seat somewhere else?"

Your heart sank, but you kept the fake smile plastered on your face. "Right. Of course. I’ll… see you later." You turned, your vision blurring. You could feel their eyes on you, hear the giggles as you walked away.

You didn’t know where else to go, so you went back to the dorm, your footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. You unlocked the door, shoulders slumping as you stepped inside.

Ellie was there, sitting cross-legged on her bed, a book resting on her knees. She looked up, surprised. "Hey. You’re back early."

You froze, your hand still on the doorknob. For a moment, you wanted to turn around and leave, to go anywhere else. But then Ellie’s expression softened, concern flickering in her eyes. "You okay?"

You swallowed, "Yeah. I just… wasn’t hungry."

Ellie frowned, closing her book and setting it aside. "You sure?" Her voice was gentle. "Because… you look like you’re about to cry."

"I’m fine." But your voice wavered, and you looked away, fighting to keep the tears at bay.

Ellie stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of you. "No you're not," she said softly. "what happened?"

You shook your head. "They… they laughed at me. My friends. Or-uh… I guess they’re not my friends anymore." Your voice cracked, and a tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it.

"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I… I know it’s because of me. They don’t like me, and now they’re taking it out on you. I didn’t want that to happen."

Your vision was blurry with tears. "It’s not your fault. They were never real friends. They only liked me when I was pretending to be someone I’'m not." You took a shaky breath, your hands trembling. "I just… I didn’t think it would hurt this much."

Ellie’s jaw clenched, "They’re idiots. They don’t know you. Not the real you."

Your heart skipped, and you looked at her, vulnerable and raw. "Who does, huh?"

Ellie’s voice dropped to a whisper. "I do."

She hesitated, her eyes searching yours. "I… I see you. The real you. And… I like who you are. Even when you’re bossy and mean." She cracked a small smile. "Maybe especially then."

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your tears. "You’re an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah. I’ve been told." Her voice turned serious. "I’m… glad I met you. Even if we wanted to kill each other at first."

Your pulse was racing. "Yeah. Me too." You took a shaky breath, your eyes dropping to her lips before flicking back up to her eyes. "Ellie…"

She went still, her eyes widening as she realized how close you were standing. "Yeah?"

You took a step closer, your breath catching as your faces were just inches apart. "Can I…?"

Ellie’s eyes were wide, her lips parted. "Yeah," she breathed. "please."

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You leaned in, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips met hers.

It was soft, tentative, your heart racing as you kissed her. Her lips were warm, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, her fingers gentle against your skin. You let out a shaky breath, melting into her, your hands gripping her grey hoodie as you pulled her closer.

Ellie made a small noise of surprise, then she was kissing you back, her lips moving against yours, soft and sweet and perfect. Your heart was soaring, your chest tight with emotion. You had never felt like this before—so vulnerable and exposed, but also safe and alive.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, your foreheads touching, your eyes still closed. Ellie let out a soft laugh, her breath warm against your lips. "Wow."

You laughed, "Yeah. Wow." You opened your eyes, looking at her. "Ellie… I…"

Ellie smiled, "I know. Me too."

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, "So… what now?"

Ellie grinned, her fingers still brushing your cheek. "Well… You haven’t eaten, right? Want to get takeout and… I don’t know… hang out?"

Your chest fluttered, "Yeah. I’d love that."

Ellie’s smile widened, her eyes softening. "Good. Because… I’m not done getting to know the real you."

You leaned in, pressing another kiss to her lips. "I’m not done getting to know you, either."

This was just the beginning. And for the first time in a long time, you were excited to see where it would go.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Writer Interview Game!

Thank you so much for the tag, @gilded-glitter!

When did you start writing?

I was actually toodling around with that in elementary school. At some point, I think I tried to write Jurassic Park 3? (This was before that movie was a thing). Got about 15 pages into it.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love fantasy and especially dark fantasy (with horror elements). Could do sci-fi, I think. And the romance angle is new, but I think I'm liking it, as long as I can build it slowly and they're both kind of dorks. And I read all of the above, and a BOATLOAD of non-fiction, mostly history, accidents, adventures-going-wrong, etc. I have three bookshelves, and one of them is entirely (and overflowing) with non-fiction.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Hmm. I loved Animorphs as a kid, and Jurassic Park. So anything in that vein, I guess? Got compared to Laini Taylor once and I almost choked on my own tongue. If anyone EVER comped my to Tamsyn Muir I would simply expire.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Literally wherever. First drafts are by hand, because I can take and deploy a notebook anywhere, anytime, with hardly a fuss. The majority of my fic is probably written during my lunch break at my work desk in the old spiral, college-ruled notebook.

At home, when typing, my desk is a catastrophe. Stacks of paper and other notebooks and knocked over figurines. Organization? I don't know her.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Writing something fun? Listening to music a lot. I'm kinda a work horse, and I've trained myself to GO in about the time of a lunch break or the 10-15 minutes waiting for the bus. The small time increments really helps (not a big commitment, just whatev).

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Outsiders, monsters (both of those being the actual hero, I SEE YOU GUILLERMO DEL TORO). Rage against everything that hurt you but like, trying to find a way to channel that. Not super surprised.

What is your reason for writing?

I like it. It's fun! And it's REALLY fun sharing it; lets me connect to other people.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Literally anything. I'm just tickled somebody took the time to do it (god knows I don't always have enough spoons).

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I've never really thought about that? (see above, re: outsiders). Never got noticed much in my olden fandom days. So uh, the thought of being perceived vaguely makes me want to crawl under the desk???

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Dialogue and fights.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I mean, like any writer, I waffle between "Holy crap, this is my best work yet!" and "Throw it in the bin! IN THE BIN!" One thing I've learned is to have fun with it. Because NOT having fun makes it a mind-melting slog and you get burnt out. I try not to take it all very seriously.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Ehhh, more towards what I like and hope it finds an agreeable audience. I know better than to chase trends. I write long fiction, and that is an UNDERTAKING. The only way to consistently see it through is to like what you're working on, so I definitely need to care enough to carry the bitch through.

Tagging: @bardnuts @britonell, @sasseffects @britosia @hiboudeluxe @shewhowas39 @allymcfee and @mutualcombat

[simp-ly-writes]

Chapter Four: Finding Truth

Can be read as a standalone: Personal Hell Series (pt.5)

Pairing: (Hazbin Hotel) Lucifer Morningstar x demon overlord!Reader

Summary: The King of Hell himself has been called to the hotel as you debate if it's your time to check-out. Yet soon that decision does not become your own as your dreams play catch-up with reality and everything you have been rebuilding becomes threatened once again.

Warnings: 3683 words, this chapter deals with a lot of sensitive subject matters; including but not limited to: metal health subjects, gore, injury, and blood, violence, death, abuse, controlling behaviour, jealousy, and emotional angst. Please do not interact with this chapter if you are sensitive to any of the matters listed above.

A/N: happy valentines day! XD

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

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Lucifer looks past the posted guard who appears more in character while exiting your office and towards his tinkering space. Various piles of ducks are stacked in every corner, he picks up his tools once more back from where he left them. Murmuring to himself while observing the components once more, he turns to face the numerous portraits along the wall, “Now presenting, the magic-tastical back flipping duck!- that spits fire!” 

He coos at his creation, admiring the colour of accessories that accentuate its plastic look. “All the applause please-oh who am I kidding,” he looks up at you before kicking the toy away, “this sucks.” But as soon a she hears the defeated squeak exiting the object, he looks down at his feet in shame. You would not want to see me like this…

But just as another well of thoughts is about to overflow, his phone rings with a circus-themed tone that Lililth hated ever-so-much. “Daughter calling!” The King states in a crazed repetition, stressing each syllable as he circles around the room, gripping his hat in panic. A few staff members situated outside the room, side-eye one another, the palace is deathly silent as they all await yet another outburst or the best day in decades. 

“This is the first time she has called YOU in years!” The King announces to the ducks in the room while gripping the electronic box. “This has to be perfect- heyyy bitch!” The King jumps with joy hearing Charlie's voice in his year, “Hi dad,” she simply states back in a sheepish tone, looking around the room. 

“H-How are you, where are you these days?” 

“You know where I am dad, I’ve told you before,” Charlie responds with annoyance, now gripping Vaggies hand for support. “You have- oh,ah yes. Just been a bit busy is all.” Lucifer answers while pacing around the room. 

“I have a big ask, is that's alright- its to do with my hotel?” You give the Princess a thumbs up, urging her to continue as you sip the drink in your hands. 

The King drops his own teacup at the question to grip the phone between his hands, “Of course! Anything of mine is yours for the taking You just name it~” he sign-songs back. Your heart flutters out of your chest practically as you turn a deeper shade of red. He is talking to Charlie, you crazy overlord. SNAP OUT OF IT, you state to yourself. Shaking your head back and forth as Angel Dust gives you a wink- seemingly knowing what you are thinking. 

“I NEED to speak with Heaven- someone above Adam, above everyone. I need to go to the top!” Charlie announces as the group cheers. Horror emanates the King's face as he wags his finger towards the phone. “NO. NO NO- Charlie dear. NO. NO,” he performs. 

“LOOK DAD,” Charlie stressed out, small horns being to sprout from the top of her head as she nearly breaks Vaggies hand from the pressure she holds it with, “I don’t ask you for anything- But this is really important to me and I need you… people need you.”

“I-I don’t know Charlie,” Lucifer says while picking up a frame of you and Lilith having tea together. “Just come and see what I am trying to do, You will see that it is a good idea- Please Dad,” Charlie begs, her grip loosening as yours tightens, almost shattering your cup after every word spoken. 

“Wait,” Charlie's dad responds in a breathy tone as realisation takes over any initial doubts, “You are inviting me over?! I am coming right away- I will be there in an hour!” He slams the call closed, skipping out the door, “My daughter wants to see me!” He signs out to the staff, drops kicking another duck down the hall, “take that!- Depression!”

All the remaining staff let out a sigh of relief- someone would not be getting skinned alive today- and they couldn’t be all the more thankful for it. Lucifer would teleport directly to the hotel, waiting outside observing the recently renovated structure as he ensures every part of his look is the best it can be. 

--

Back inside the hotel, Vaggie orders roles for the Hotel to be cleaned. “We are going to make an amazing Impression- well besides you,” Vaggie points out, “You prepare the medical supplies- someone is going to need it.” Taking her comment as a joke- you reassure yourself no-one is going to get hurt later tonight as you helped Husk to repair some holes in the walls from prior attacks. 

In under an hour, the Hotel is sparkling as you stand beside Alastor on one of the balconies facing the foyer. “You ready?” you ask him while combing through your healing hair. His eyes stay stagnant on the door, practically glaring holes through it but make no moves to question him on his actions. 

Charlie lets out a large sigh, hyping herself up with a smile and looking upwards to you, holding eyes for a moment, she blinks twice- asking if you were going to be alright. “I will do what I have to,” is all you say in return with a small smile that you struggle to keep. Looking back to your right, Alastor has disappeared, moving in the Shadows to stand beside Charlie about to open the door. 

You grip the railing, as the door flies open, “CHARLIE!” Lucifer calls out, your heart stops, breath hitching as he wraps his arms around her in an exaggerated hug. Charlie wheezes out from the pressure, patting his back, “It is so good to see you~” The man coo’s out. You glare towards Alastor who seems vexed by the scene, his cane scrapes against the hardwood floors as you soon become distracted once more by the stark white tophat he wears. 

You chuckle out through your nose, remembering the times he placed that hat on your head during court and leave soon afterwards- it was a silent command that you were in charge. The snake would wrap its way around, fixing itself to situate propers atop your head. “It's- good- to- see- you- too- Dad,” Charlie manages to say before he lets go, straightening up his coat. 

“Welcome to the Hotel!” Charlie announces while confetti goes off in the background. You use this distraction to blink out of sight just before he can see you, choosing to stick to the shadows as you observe him interact with your friends. He bends down to KeeKee who purrs loudly at her master's return, his eyes go wide, patting the top of her head as Alastor cracks his neck to the side. 

Razzle and Dazzle soon fly their way over, breaking out of Charlie's room where she hid them away, ensuring that they would not give up your presence. He twirls them around, cooing just the same before the coldness so many see today coats his appearance in dark purple hues, “You taking care of my little girl? YOU BETTER BE, hahahaha!” 

Angel Dust shivers at the reaction, the whiplash of his emotions reminding him of people he knows too well. Husk only tips his bottle towards the Spider, a knowing look being shared between the two as they cheer. The King comments on the decor, his cane pointing out to the various elements he notices, eyes just brushing over your invisible form as you let out a sigh in relief. 

Alastor introduces Lucifer to the bar in which he questions the taste of it all. You do your best to sniffle back your laughter, “And you are?” “Alastor, a pleasure to meet you your majesty,” the Radio Demon responds with, shaking his apple-topped staff with a sharp smile. His hat topples over much to his displeasure as he huffs out, fixing it while Charlie skips her way over to continue the tour. Alastor’s hand falls on her shoulder that has you gasping beside a Vaggie who growls out just as Lucifer does. 

Jealousy is all he sees, not bothering to acknowledge the comment on his height. A shock gasp escapes you when you hear Alastor swear as heads snap over to the direction you should be in. The King squints into the darkness as you use a bit of his blood to mask over your magic. He feels the prickles against his skin- thinking them to be irritation as he gives his attention back to an anxious Charlie who laughs nervously.

“Charlie dear- why don’t you introduce me to your OTHER friends,” Lucifer transitions, leaning against his cane with a friendly smile back on his face. You slam your head against the wall when Lucifer does not realise Charlie has a girlfriend yet you are thankful that he is at least supportive, choking her out as well with his signature hug. 

You whisper harshly in Angel Dust’s ear as Lucifer nears, warning him about making any comments, “Don’t blow a gasket toots, no need to get all jealous with me- I am in no way wanting to put myself in the middle of that.” Nifty practically climbs him like a tree. You shake your head just as Alastor returns back to the conversation- even better, is all you can think when a dick measuring competition starts.  

You tap your foot to the beat, smiling at Lucifer's singing voice that you had the last pleasure of hearing eons ago when you had fallen ill one day. He sang you back to health as Lilith stood on your otherside, commanding the servants around to fulfil your every waking need. 

But the world soon comes to a halt as a hurried person apparently named Mimzy as Alastor declares comes bursting into the space. You ready your blade, waiting for an attack just as Vaggie does- standing just in front of Charlie who gently pushes her aside to introduce herself. 

--

The short woman rushes up to Lucifer without a second glace at Charlie whos hand soon falls back down to her side. “Why hello sir~” Mimzy teases out, eyes fluttering as Lucifer's twitches. “Charmed,” Lucifer manages to say before turning himself around to inspect the entrance some more, murmuring to himself about the creepy security put in place. 

A catch up at the bar soon takes place and people resolve to their own worlds, during a moment like this you wonder whether to reveal yourself or not but that decision would soon not become your own as loan sharks threaten to take the whole Hotel down, weapons are raised as you rise up from the shadows. 

You shove Lucifer down to the floor as he shouts out, doing his best to resist whomever had the audacity to treat him in his own house. You spread the ground, souls emerging from the crevice as you started to jump between pieces of earth. Dodging bullet after knife as their screams got cut short by you ripping apart their vocal cords. The edge of your spear remained perfectly spotless as you made quick work of them all.

The ground soon fell back in place, burying the corpses as you rolled back your shoulders and whipped your hands clean. Your back soon was slammed into the hotel's brick wall as you took a great deal of the impact. Your vision blurred as you tried to look at who had attacked you with such unpredicted veracity, your head soon falling as the impact weighed down on your sore muscles. An arm of their branches your chest, ensuring you stay flush against the wall as their hand grips your chin- ensuring that you remain facing them. 

You blink slowly, vision beginning to clear as red eyes glow through your mask, shattering it for good. Their grip loosens the slightest bit- allows you to take a deep breath in as you watch Lucifer analyze your face. His teeth are bared- mocking that of a smile as you begin to tremble. He is going to eat me alive if I don’t say something quick. 

Your brain fires all that it can, your ears ring without the need for Alastors tricks. A singular tear rolls down your face as you recognise the agony he portrays. He screams in your face, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? DARING TO CROSS ME WITH SUCH CRUEL TRICKS IN MY OWN DOMAIN- WHAT DEITY HAS SENT YOU TO TAUNT ME. DO THEY NOT SEE WHEN I HAVE ALREADY LOST IT ALL.” You sob, whining as you shake your head, desperately trying to grasp a hold of him- reassuring him that you are who you are with lack of better words. 

He pulls back slightly to shove you against the bricks once again as you cry out, blood dripping from your skull. You hear Charlie cry out, “DAD STOP!” between sobs as Vaggie hastily pulls her away, she screams out, hands grasping for you- her eyes flashing to scenes of her mother leaving again. “NO. NO. NO, Vaggie let go!” She kicks her feet on the ground, trying to get away as Vaggie pulls her harder with the help of Husk who flashes you a look of remorse. 

Higs wings spread one hearing Charlie's cries, he hides you both from sight- she becomes hysterical. Your heart pounds, power only growing- pushing to escape with the feeling of her tears, you groan out before using all of your grief to shove the King off of you. He stumbles back a few places before flying back at you. Sidestepping this you drift between the shadows with your spear raised. You both tango between strikes, pinning one another as cheap slices are carried out. It is a deadly dance that has Angel Dust feeling the need to look away. 

Vaggie observes how your hand shakes when the tip of the metal pointed to the Royal- her grip on Charlie faltering for only the slightest moment as she casts her wings upwards to stand in between you both. “Charlie sweetheart-” Lucifer begins to say, a fireball only expanding between his hands as he readies himself for a finishing blow. You are out of breath, coughing up blood just as it drips out from your nose. You had used too much power in such a short amount of time. 

“No dad. You do not get to hurt my friends,” The Princess of Hell states with force, her horns growing as she glares up to her father, eyes casting back to watch as you struggle to keep standing before collapsing on the ground. Vaggie rushes over to you, cursing on how you should have brought the medical supplies like she asked earlier. You could only provide a joking smile as Husk curses out, grabbing a bottle to help dress your wounds. 

“They are dead Charlie. I know how much you wanted to meet them as a child- I know what they mean to you- what they mean to me but that's just it. There is nothing else-”

“That's where you are wrong,” Charlie states before quickly turning around to pick up your spear. She eyes your broken bones, a waterfall of tears as she mutters to you, “I am sorry for what I have to do.” You nod once, understanding that this was the only way. You feel the blade cut into your neck- deep. Deep red blood seeps out, soaking through your white clothing but not a single scream exits your lips. An ancient spell is muttered by the Princess as you lightly hold her hand, gold pours out from the cut, floating around Charlie's other hand just as you feel your heart begin to slow. The last lifeline you held. 

Charlie presents her fathers blood, watching as it drifts through the cuts you managed to place. Healing each and every one- he is pristine once again. Your eyes flutter close soon after as you hear Lucifer’s wings growing louder before you feel weightless. Charlie drops your hand as Vaggie pulls her closer, they cry into one another. Angel Dust hugs Husk who holds a trembling Nifty. 

--

Lucifer left the Hotel, flying back to the Gardens with you in his arms. The people of hell looked upwards to the red skies, gasping out in shock at the sight that was before them. He bursts through the glass as servants gasp out in shock and guards rush towards the room. He spells the doors closed, having you float in the area while he rips his jacket off, casting it to the floors below where he rests you, head on his thigh. 

He clears the hair from your forehead with shaking hands. He uses his teeth to strip a black glove off of his hand. His porcelain skin soon broken by a cut he places in his palm- using a shard of glass. He wraps his fingers delicately around your neck as his blood drips into your wound. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he whispers out in hopes that you will hear him, “Drain me- for I only live with you near.”

The King of Hell feels himself drifting away, the severe loss of blood making him light headed as his necks falls back to a bench seat where he rests with even breaths escaping his lips. His tophat is missing, his sleeves rolled up and hair dishevelled. He cannot sense the presence of his brother watching over the scene with a small bittersweet smile. 

--

You feel yourself buried underwater, the sea has overtaken you yet you manage to breathe underwater. Lucifer's brother, the creator walks at your height towards you, arms extended outwards as he praises you dearly. Welcome to the party.

You blink up at them in confusion, you feel no ounce of usual coolness nor the comforting pressure they brought you during your last meeting. You can only feel your skin, watching as it illuminates the space between you both, snakes and fish swirling around you both yet you withstand the currents. The Brother laughs before grasping your hand, Do you not feel it? You are immortal now.

This knowledge creates waves, you look upwards to see as the cloths soak to the bottom, your bed topples over and the tea set is nowhere in sight. This…This is dreadful, I can barely feel my actions… you raise your hand, watching as the creatures swim away, …ripple…. Yet I still hold so many questions- did you not say that answers would come with this?

A subjective truth was my answer. We never stop questioning anything and yet we know the answers, that is what immortality is. Knowing everything yet never having the chance to live- to learn and to die with what we believe. That was the art, the science, that is all lost here. He speaks as the water drains around you both, you stand in the sky alongside one another, the sun kisses your face but the heat merely a prickle. Both of your robes have dried from its rays, now drifting with the breeze as the horizon never nears- no matter how far you both walk while talking to one another. 

You must return now but just know that when you wish to dream- you will find me here… waiting. Their hand waves with a wave that has you back to the land of second lives, Hell. 

--

The deity stands long after you are gone, observing the space you took with a tilted head yet their individual thoughts could not last for long as the water rises once again and another face is presented before him. My favorite little soul- I see you were somewhat successful but not enough to set you free I’m afraid. 

Alastor does his best to stay calm while balancing on the rough waters, the cloth he grips to waves wildly in the wind as he growls out, radio static barely reaching the immortal ears from their imposing height over the demon. We had a deal- you motherfucker. 

Tut, Tut Alastor. From your times I would think you should hold better manners while speaking to a person such as I. Alas it looks as if you need to learn just who you are talking to. The god speaks as waves engulf the overlord. Their screams are mere bubbles on the surface as they kick and wave their hands, trying to overcome the waves that only grow with each breath he takes. 

The immortal waits just before hearing Alastor breath slowly to barely beat before the water drains and they are coughing up lung after lung. A thunderous laughter brews storms overhead that have Alastor gripping onto his jacket for comfort as he caves his knees towards his chest, crying out for anyone to hear yet not even the fish that suffocate by his feet spare him a second glance as they accept their death once again. 

You will return to hell and ensure my brothers welfare, allow him to bask in their presence, feel the sun on his skin once again and just then, when he dares to dream once more. I shall rip him apart just as before, just as fate would have it. A smile expands across the sky, encasing Alastor between their teeth and coins spill from the back of their throat. Shaking like a leaf, Alastor picks himself up, slipping on the wet ground as a large coin rolls towards him with pace. He squeezes him between a gap of porcelain teeth, looking over his shoulder in a panic, the disk hurriedly approaching as he yells out, forcing himself through the gap as his ribs scream at the intrusion. 

The Radio Demon only finds darkness on the other side before he falls out of his chair inside the Hotel’s broadcasting centre. Charlie yells from up the stairs, asking if he is alright but for the first time in his life- the overlord has nothing to report. No news to spread for the only new voices he would have on air are his own screams haunting him every time he closes his eyes. 

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[ovrstims]

niggas obsess over me. bitch i’m a baddie i get what i want!! niggas proudly admit that they love me left and right. i’m pretty asf in everyone’s eyes, i’m the baddest bitch attracting other bad bitches with ease. of course i’m the blueprint, bitches wanna be me. people dream about me, people scheme about me, niggas can’t breathe without me. i get what i want, when i want it, no matter what! nobody can say no to me. ppl happily express how much they want me and my body. i smell good as shit, ppl sniff the air when i walk by. i’m naturally blessed with head turning beauty, niggas cant help but stare. men do what i say no matter what in an attempt to win a chance with me, wtf would they be without me? i have a fat ass & a clean wet healthy 🐱

i’m the luckiest bitch alive. i’m the first choice and without a doubt i’m always in first place, how can i lose? nobody compares to me. i’m always getting invited to the craziest parties and i’m always allowed to go. people would do anything for me. niggas wanna eat me out and are so proud about it lmaoo, what can i say? i’m irresistible. every passing day i’m breaking records for being wildly beautiful. my beauty is news worthy. i get whatever i like whenever i like from whoever i like no matter what. circumstances literally don’t matter. nobody tries to fw me. i receive money for doing anything, as simple as waking up, breathing, and even standing. i got a fat ass, small waist, and an overall delicious sexy body. i love the way i look in the mirror. admiring myself in the mirror is my favorite hobby. my money so damn longggg, i got bags and bags full of cash. my bank account is flooded, my pockets are overflowing, i’m stacking money where the ceiling be. everyone loves my style and clothing taste. i always have money for clothes no matter how expensive. i always have the best clothes, my wardrobe is filled with my desired style of clothing. i have accessories to match my clothing. i always find stylish elegant necklaces, earrings, piercings, shoes, bracelets, and rings to match my clothes and my desired style. people are obsessed with me and my style. i have a sexy ass voice, it’s hypnotizing niggas left and right; no wonder they can’t help but do what i say. i’m always the sexist and prettiest girl in the room no matter where i am. nobody outshines me in a room. people in crowded hallways part when they see me, it’s like second nature for me to be given special princess treatment.

I love looking in the mirror, my appearance is literally my top number one love. i always attract tatted niggas with big dicks, i can see it clearly on soft through their pants🤭. my socials are blowing up non stop; can’t blame niggas for loving me. i get millions of followers, subscribers, likes, views in a day. i’m always walking into opportunities to achieve money. people literally hand me money no matter what i do. i’m always finding ways to make money. people wanna be around me all the time, they be begging me to stay. people can’t stand being left without me. i have big boobs, and a plump ass butt. i a baddie so ofc i have baddie friends. there are literal lines of people waiting to be my friend. friends come to me easily. i’m an undeniable 10/10 even on a bad day. people always ask me how i stay so damn sexy. people always message me and go out of their way to find me to figure out my beauty secrets. “how you always stay hot” is a line i hear on the daily. i’m at the top. i’m the prettiest, the sexist, the smartest, the richest, in any room i enter. fake bitches exit my life stage left. i attract people who genuinely like me and who genuinely enjoy my company. i’m the baddest in any room i enter. i’m such a pretty bitch people think i’m a model, yay free paparazzi!! i’m so proud of how much i’ve accomplished. i’m going viral bitches!!! i always attract men with cars. i always attract big dick men with cars to drive me around and do whateverrrr i want !! niggas offer to drive me around just to spend time with me. i’m a pretty bitch with a big ass butt, i got a gorgeous face with no waist! i love being everyone’s biggest temptation.

[chamiryokuroi]

I get so fucking angry over AI bros because these fuckers keep on insisting artist are gatekeeping art and that AI is the only way they can make art, bitch what the fuck? What am I then chopped liver?

I am a software senior developer, a project manager, I have 7+ years of experience working for international software companies, I work with backend APIs, I am currently learning and working with AWS cloud services, and guess what? I am ALSO an artist

👏 You 👏 can 👏 be 👏 both 👏

The truth is nobody is gatekeeping art from them, they’re just lazy.

I went through 4 years of college education, I was wiring Cisco networks, I was learning object oriented programming, database management, and I was also picking up a fucking pencil to work on improving my art

They want the instant gratification without any of the hard work 🙄

I can bet my money they’re the type of “developers” copy pasting everything from stack overflow

[yyh4ever]

Happy Valentine's Day for the Boys?

"Yu Yu Hakusho 100% Maji Battle" Valentine's Event

This Valentine event was first held on February 2020, and introduces Keiko and Genkai wearing cute aprons to prepare chocolates for Valentine's Day. We also get to see the Mushiyori City trio: Kaito, Yanagisawa and Kido. At the end, Kurama surprises everyone!

Story: Upcoming February 14th, the boys at Sarayashiki Junior High School are on pins and needles. In Mushiyori City, the excitement about the Valentine's Day is similar. But then, suddenly an unusual event began to happen in the town and classrooms…

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Translation:

Happy Valentine's Day for the Boys?

[At Sarayashiki Junior High]

Kuwabara: Ahh...

Kuwabara: Ahh... 

Kuwabara: Ahh... 

Yusuke: Be quiet, Kuwabara! Stop wandering around!

Kuwabara: How can you stay so calm? Besides, it's not just me, right?

Kuwabara: I'm sure all the men are nervous.

Kuwabara: Look, that guy too! He's been checking his desk many times!

Yusuke: But, that doesn't mean you have to pace back and forth like that! Just relax, man!

Kuwabara: I ain't gonna sit still!

Kuwabara: What if I open the getabako, and it's overflowing with chocolate.

T/N: At the entrance of the school, students place their dirty outdoor shoes on a shelf or locker called a "getabako" and put on their indoor slippers. Though the box is primarily used as shoe storage, students also store personal things there, and often use them to leave love letters and Valentine's gifts.

Kuwabara: Or if there's chocolate with a letter attached, tucked away in my desk drawer.

Kuwabara: Damn …! I long for it!

Yusuke: Damn, that's bullshit. You watch too much TV, idiot.

Kuwabara: Aahn? Don't be so cocky!

Kuwabara: Urameshii … You're completely at ease because Keiko-chan is giving you chocolate, right?

Yusuke: What do you mean "at ease", moron?

Kuwabara: Because, she said she would give chocolate to you, right?

Yusuke: Well, that's right, but...

[Flashback with Keiko]

Keiko: Yusuke, please look forward to it! I'm working very hard to make them.

[End of Flashback]

Kuwabara: I envy you, totally...

Kuwabara: Making chocolate for a childhood friend while wearing a cute apron! Heh, I can't get enough of this…

Yusuke: Hey, I have no idea what you're talking about. Have you finally lost your mind?

Kuwabara: Urameshii … You're actually excited about getting chocolate, aren't you?

Kuwabara: It's written all over your face…

Yusuke: What the hell are you talking about? Are you trying to pick a fight? Kuwabara...

Kuwabara:  Fuuuuuuuck!! I just don't like you acting so cocky!

Yusuke: I'll kill you for real!

Kuwabara: Bring it on, you son of a bitch!

[At Mushiyori City]

Yanagisawa: Kido, what's going on? You suddenly called a meeting.

Kaito: Is there something you don't understand in class?

Kido: No, that's not what I meant.

Yanagisawa: Hey, what's the matter?

Kido: It's Valentine's Day! How many chocolates did you guys get?

Yanagisawa/Kaito: .........

Kido: Oh, maybe … you didn't get anything?

Yanagisawa: Ah, well...

Kaito: It's not that, but...

Kido: Then, how many did you get? You can tell me, if you don't mind!

Kido: Err, men gotta return the gift. Oh, gee!

T/N: Men should give a return-present on White Day to anyone who gave them a present on Valentine's Day.

Yanagisawa/Kaito: ......... 

*Thud* (sound of stack of paper being put down)

Kido: What…!?

Kido: You guys, got that much...!?

Yanagisawa: Err, well, it's just a social obligation, right!? We're in the same class and such, that's why I got it!

Kaito: Ah, yeah. They would like to thank me for teaching them to study, or something like that…

Yanagisawa: Oh my, girls are so diligent!

Kaito: That, that's true...

Kido: ........!

Yanagisawa: Oi, Oi Kido! What's with that face!

Yanagisawa: You're getting chocolate too!

Kaito: Oh, that's right.

Kido: …that, that, that's true. Ha ha ha...

Kaito: ...Hmm?

Yanagisawa: What's wrong?

Kaito: Isn't something strange?

*CRACK*

Kido: What, what's this? People are rioting!?

*whoosh*

Yanagisawa: Aaargh! That was close! This is the chocolate I got!

Kido: Strange things are happening again! For now, let's get out of here!

Yanagisawa/Kaito: Yeah!

[Back at Sarayashiki Junior High]

Keiko: Yes, I made them yesterday. Eat as soon as possible.

Yusuke: Aye, thank you.

Kuwabara: Sorry, Keiko-chan, thank you for caring about me too.

Kuwabara: Ahhhhhh … Now if only there was some chocolate from Yukina-san, it would be perfect!

Yusuke: Fuck the shut up, Kuwabara.

Keiko: Yukina-chan, what is she doing?

Yusuke: Beats me…

Yusuke: Hmm! ... Anyway, this is yummy!

Keiko: Hey! You can't eat that at school!

Yusuke: I mean, if you get something that looks this delicious, you'll wanna eat it right away!

Kuwabara: Oh, yummy! Isn't Keiko-chan a confectionery genius?

Keiko: Kuwabara-kun … I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but…

Yusuke/Kuwabara: Hmm?

Keiko: The, the other boys are looking at us … right?

Yusuke: What the heck? They just didn't get any chocolate, those guys?

Kuwabara: Yeah, as Urameshi says! It's up to the girls to decide who they want to give chocolates to, right?

Kuwabara: It's the guy who can't get any, that's to blame!

Yusuke: You were wandering around just a while ago. You can't say that line!

Keiko: Hey, you two...!

*fwoosh*...

Male Students: .........

Yusuke/Kuwabara: !

Yusuke: Hey, something's wrong.

*BANG!*

Kuwabara: Youkai!?

Yusuke: Ah, they're trying to possess the men in the classroom.

Yusuke: Hey, don't do anything dumb!

Yusuke: Keiko, back off.

Keiko: Uh, yeah...!

Yusuke: Let's go, Kuwabara.

Kuwabara: Alright!

[Genkai meets Yanagisawa, Kido and Kaito at Mushiyori City]

Genkai: Damn, even if you defeat them, they are endless.

Kido: Genkai-san, Mushiyori City is strange again!

Genkai: I could feel the demon energy spreading from my place. I thought things were going to be quite terrible … I was right.

Genkai: Even so, it's a troublesome youkai. They parasitize unpopular men, and walks around doing mischievous things with them.

Genkai: Good grief, what a shameful youkai.

Yanagisawa: That's right!

Yanagisawa: The guy who hit me was trying to steal my chocolate!

Genkai: Valentine's day, right…

Genkai: It sounds nostalgic, really.

Kido: Nostalgic…?

Yanagisawa: Genkai-san, no way! Have you ever given chocolate to someone!?

Yanagisawa/Kido: Gen, Genkai-san also had such period...!?

[Young Genkai Flashback]

T/N: I wonder if she made chocolate for Toguro.

*whoosh*

Yanagisawa: That was close!

Genkai: What are you waiting for? If you look away, you'll die!

Kaito: They're a bunch of very bad guys. I hope the damage was limited to this town.

Genkai: No, I'm sure it won't be limited just to Mushiyori City.

Genkai: Perhaps, Yusuke and the others are also being affected! Let's head towards Sarayashiki Junior High School!

Kido/Yanagisawa/Kaito: Yes!

Kido: I'll never, ever give you my chocolate!

[At the streets of Sarayashiki City]

Kuwabara: These guys are only after Keiko-chan's sweets!

Kuwabara: Men's taste is scary…

Yusuke: Geez, I can't believe they are chasing us all the way to town! Those guys are too persistent!

Yusuke: You guys, it's time to cut it out!

Kido: Urameshi-san!!

Yusuke: Kido! And Yana, and Kaito too!

Genkai: I'm here too.

Yusuke: Baa-san! Why...

Genkai: A shameful youkai has appeared in Mushiyori City too. I thought they would try to come here.

Genkai: If you underestimate them, you'll also end up just like those men.

Yusuke: Heh, I know, I know … It looks like, there's just a big-boned guy left.

Genkai: Don't let your guard down, Yusuke!

Yusuke: Yeah, I know!

[After the fight…]

Yusuke: Fuuu (*exhales*) ...  It was a troublesome bastard.

Genkai: It seems that's all of 'em. It really was a troublemaker youkai.

Kido: For now, the case closed. Ah, thank goodness…

Kuwabara: There are some strange youkai out there, huh?

Kuwabara: Oh yeah, you guys! Did you get any chocolate at school today?

Yanagisawa: Ah, errr...

Kaito: Sort of…

Kuwabara: What the heck, how many did you get!?

Kido: That's Kuwabara-san for sure! Did you get any chocolate!?

Yanagisawa: That's right, how many!?

Kuwabara: Huh, err...

Genkai: Immediately after the issue was settled, they're talking about that topic. They're a bunch of noisy guys…

???: Yo, it looks like things calmed down considerably.

Kuwabara: Whoa...?

Yusuke: Kurama! What's going on?

Kurama: It seems the damage was spreading over here as well. It took me awhile to deal with it.

Yusuke: No way, don't tell me you were drawn into this fray too?

Kurama: Yes. I've already got rid of all youkai, but…

Kurama: More importantly, I must erase the memories of the people affected.

Kurama: I have no idea where to start…

*Thud* (sound of something falling)

Everybody: Huh!

Kuwabara: Ku, Kurama! That amount of chocolate is...

Kido: What! How many are there in total?

Kurama: Huh? Oh, this just happens to be...

Kuwabara: It just happens to be an amount! It's sticking out of your bag!

Yanagisawa: That's right! Aren't you the cunning one?!

T/N: Kurama Youko was a cunning fox, so Yana thinks Kurama stole all that chocolate or something.

Kaito: Now that you mention it, there was a crowd around Minamino today.

Yusuke: Hey, that's Kurama for you!

Kurama: Well, um, such thing…

Kuwabara: Can't you share a piece or so? I've only got one!?

Yanagisawa: I am so envious!

Kido: What the heck, what kind of technique did you use!? What should I do to get that much!?

Kurama: Ah, such technique...!

Kuwabara: How? You can tell me, can't ya?!

Kuwabara: Maybe, you have medicinal plants or something that are the source of a love potion!?

Genkai: Huh, I am surrounded by a bunch of complete idiots ... I can't keep up with them.

Yusuke: Ah, baa-san is gone.

Yusuke: Anyway, Kurama is popular with the girls.

Kaito: You're a popular guy here and there. I'm sure you'll have a hard time repaying all those gifts (on White Day).

Yusuke: It's true!

Kaito: But still, it was an extremely hectic day.

Yusuke: Yeah, in a way, it was an unforgettable Valentine's Day.

Kido: Damn … me too, next year for sure…

Kuwabara: Me too, next year's Valentine...

Kuwabara/Kido: I WILL GET MORE CHOCOLATE!

– THE END –

Kurama is really popular! But, I was surprised that Kaito also got many chocolates from his classmates. If I remember correctly, Kurama said in the four-dimensional mansion that Kaito didn't speak with anyone. I guess, after he became friends with Kurama, things have changed. I really want to see more of Genkai's youth. I bet she made chocolate for Toguro!

If you're interested, please also have a look at the White Day Event. A month after the Valentine, Kuwabara is trying to make sweets to return Keiko and Shizuru's gifts. There's another short Valentine's event with Koko and Enki. They try to implement the Valentine's Day in the Demon Word.  

[teddy06writes]

Here For You

requested by this anon: "reader comforting neil after a fight with his father please?"

Neil Perry x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, a tad bit of yelling, neil's bitch of a father

premise: Mr. Perry drops in for an unexpected visit, which never does Neil any good, but your always there for him

{MY FIRST REAL DPS REQUEST LETS GOOOO}

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You sighed, finishing the last of your trig homework, and quickly filling in your name at the top of the worksheet. Glancing at your alarm clock, you grinned, dinner was only just starting, and Neil should be back from rehearsal now.

You stacked up the things on your desk, standing up and heading out through the halls at a hurry.

Outside Neil and Todd's room you skidded to a halt at the sound of angry voices:

"Acting? Are you serious?"

"Father I-"

"Don't interrupt me! I did not work this hard to get you to this school just for you to turn to acting!" Mr. Perry really was mad, "You need to leave all this silliness behind you! You know how I feel about all of this!"

"But father! You've got to see what I feel!" It was the first time you'd ever heard Neil stand up to him, "I like acting! I like this life! I'm good! I'm really good! If you would only come and see!"

"And why should I?"

"Because you have to understand!"

"No you need to understand! I've done a lot to get you here and I won't let you stop now! All of this has got to stop-"

You couldn't let him finish, and quickly charged into the room, pretending you hadn't realized Mr. Perry was in, "Neil! We're gonna be late for dinner- oh- Hello Mr. Perry..."

The man turned, glaring at you, "Hello Mr./Ms (y/l/n)."

Carefully, you skirted past him, putting yourself between father and son, "Not to interrupt, but dinner just started, and I don't think getting demerits for being late would be good."

Mr. Perry's frown deepened, "Well, I'll being leaving then. Have a goodnight."

As soon as he was gone from view, Neil sat down on his bed, and it took you only half a moment to wrap your arms around him. He leaned into your touch, breathing shakily, tears threatening to spill over.

"It's okay," You murmured, leaning your head on top of his, "It's okay..."

"It's not okay. It's not the least bit okay-" Neil choked on his words, "I don't know how he found out. "He controls my whole life (y/n). If he wants me to quit- I'll have to."

"No, you don't have to. Neil it's your life, once he sees how happy acting makes you, he'll understand that." You pressed a kiss to his hair.

He frowned, looking up at you, "God, I'm so pathetic. I can't even handle my own father."

"Some of us are glass, we shatter when dropped. Some of us are paper, we tear when pulled. Some of us are rocks, we split when forced. But some of us are stones in the ocean, we aren't shattered or torn or split. But we are still damaged." You quoted, "Neil just because no one sees it doesn't mean he's not hurting you. You have a right to be hurt and upset."

He fell quiet for a long moment, burying his head back into your chest as you carded your hands through his hair.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Neil asked quietly.

You thought for a moment, "Keep going to rehearsals, invite him to the show. He'll see, He has to."

"But what if he doesn't?" He asked brokenly.

"He will. And even if he doesn't, we see you, the boys see you, Mr. Keating sees you. Neil, I see you. I'm proud of you."

Tears overflowed, and Neil's shoulder shook with tiny sobs.

"It's okay, it's okay," You mumbled, holding him tighter, "You'll be okay. I promise."

[peafarmmer]

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[pancakeke]

saw your post about sql, this might help! https://stackoverflow.com/questions/6654774/how-to-traverse-a-tree-work-with-hierarchical-data-in-sql-code (sorry if that was just a rant post and not actually asking for help)

oh stack overflow, my frenemy. I seriously have to read about this more. I gave up pretty quickly when I was working on this before cause I was in a time crunch and couldn't risk trying stuff that ultimately may not have worked 😞

it's more fun to learn something cause I want to know it than if I have to learn something cause someone is bitching at me for a report also lol

[beebabycastiel]

Context for 3x666 canon divergence? I’m intrigued

Howdy Anon! Short answer? The context is that I fucking hated how that scene ended (even though I love Svet). The long answer? Check this snippet!

He’s not cleaning.

Because only bitches clean before the dude they’re fucking comes over to fuck them and Mickey isn’t a bitch. He’s just clearing up space. Like the coffee table which is covered in half empty beer bottles and a few overflowing ashtrays and some of Iggy’s crack, for fuck’s sake. And the living room has clothes piled around that he can still see blood stains on and there’s whole stacks of old pizza boxes growing their own little populations in the dusty corners. His bedroom, too. Sorta. After pizza rolls and maybe a shitty movie, they’ll be spending most of the time there (hopefully naked). Maybe the kitchen. He’ll do the dishes at least.

After he clears up as much space as he can, he takes a quick shower. Thankful it's still warm enough that the cold water doesn’t leave him shivering too badly. He’s still scrubbing his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey,” Ian greets him, lips already quirked in a half-smile as he steps into the Milkovich house and shuts the door behind him.

“Hey,” Mickey parrots, tossing the towel somewhere near his door and combing the wet strands of his hair back.

“I’ve never seen your hair like that,” Ian mentions, the backpack over his shoulders slipping down to land beside the couch with a small thud.

Mickey snorts, walking into the kitchen. “What? Clean?”

“No, shithead,” Ian laughs, following him and getting two beers from the fridge like he owns the place. Something warm zips up his spine at the sight.

“Hanging down like that,” he explains, twisting both caps off with the hem of his shirt. Showing off the stripe of ghostly white skin and the band of his boxers. Mickey looks away, feeling himself flush with something other than the sticky summer heat.

“I ain’t some long-haired girl, man. The fuck?” he says, and then, “You ate?”

Gallagher shakes his head and Mickey’s glad he thought to preheat their stone aged oven an hour ago. “I’m not saying you’re Rapunzel. I’m just saying I’ve never seen it not slicked back or whatever.”

Mickey looks back to him—pizza rolls dumped onto a freshly washed sheet tray and shoved into the oven.

“So… clean,” he says slowly. “You’ve never seen my hair clean.”

Ian laughs, bright and filling the dingy yellow space of the Milkovich kitchen with light. He kicks half-heartedly at Mickey’s shin.

“Sure. Whatever you say,” Ian grins at him, huge and so happy it makes his stomach bubble with something he can’t name.

“It looks nice, y’know?” Ian says, still smiling at him in such a soft way that Mickey would break his jaw if he didn’t feel frozen to the dirty floor.

“My hair?” he asks like a moron. But Ian just shrugs, the corners of his mouth quirking further.

“Your hair. Your face. You in general, yeah.”

Mickey feels the same swoop in his gut he gets when he runs from the cops at Ian’s words. It’s the same punch of something right behind his belly that leaves him winded yet full of enough adrenaline to run. Ian looks at him—long body leaning against the counter, head tilted just slightly as he regards him steadily—like Mickey might start running. They don’t do this. The compliments thing. The sweetness thing. The affection thing. The closest they ever get is during sex. Ian has a mouth on him (no surprise there) and when he gets real keyed up, compliments well up in his mouth like blood. How tight Mickey is. How perfect his ass is. How good he looks taking his cock.

Mickey’s shitty with words—always has been and always will be—and even worse at saying anything even remotely nice. But count on Ian fucking Gallagher to be able to wring the little he has out. It’s not often, but other than demands for Ian to go faster, harder and “right there,” Ian will get him to where all he can do is chant a constant stream of how good Ian is or how full he makes him. How well he fucks him. Usually, Mickey bites his arm to stop that shit. But the times Ian somehow holds his arm out of reach, he can’t really help it.

He would be lying if Ian didn’t look nice all the time either—clean haired or not. But they don’t say that shit to each other. Ian knows he’s not supposed to and Mickey doesn’t because once he starts, he knows he’ll hemorrhage—bleeding out all the things about Gallagher he likes more than he should until he’s laid dry and vulnerable at his stupid, clown huge feet. He can’t have that. He wouldn’t survive it.

He should tell Ian to get fucked. Get out of his shithole house and get words like nice and his name out of his mouth or Mickey will yank his teeth out one by one. He should call him a fag or a pussy or a fucking bitch. He should beat him into a pulp for making him feel like he actually likes him past his ass.

“Yeah?” he says instead, his voice strangled in a way he loathes. “Well you look like an alien. Freckly, carrot-top motherfucker.”

Ian’s grin is blinding him with such blatant happiness he has to shove him from the counter.

“Go the fuck away,” he says. “Pick out a movie or something, you ugly fuck.”

Ian does, laughing the whole time. Hearing what he’s saying without his actually having to say it. It should horrify him—how easily Ian can read him. But instead, he finds himself grateful that he just knows. Knows all the shit swirling around in Mickey’s head that he can’t say.

Not yet.

[cherrysung]

lesson learned

pairing: nerd!jaemin x reader

genre: smut / slight fluff

warnings: language, unprotected sex (stay safe!), riding, thigh riding, grinding, finger sucking, dirty talk, slight degradation

prompts: none

summary: tinted cheeks and sheepish glances might’ve been a delight to observe every time his eyes scanned intellectual phrases on books, but as your words reached dangerous levels, you realized not all is what it seems.

requested by anon.

word count: 2.5k

note: anonnie... I think I got carried away with this a lil bit, oops. I hope you enjoy this though, thank you for requesting! jaemin with glasses is superior oof

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Na Jaemin. Pink cheeks and flushed neck and ears, thin-rimmed glasses that rested peacefully on the bridge of the most perfect nose you’d seen, and his sharp eyes that appeared narrow and hooded as they scanned over way too complicated words that showed up unnecessarily in fiction books.

He wasn’t the stereotypical nerd, in fact, he quite honestly debunked endless labels and beliefs that people like him had endured for years. Unlike portrayed in movies or anywhere else, Na Jaemin was impressingly handsome if you said so yourself. Masculine yet soft features adorned the smooth of his skin like a freshly painted artwork, facial structure built with a jawline that you’d mistake to be carved out by the gods themselves if you didn’t know any better, and an overall physique that even the most athletic guys at college envied. How come the school’s certified nerd was also the biggest hottie? Pair that up with a well-mannered and gentle personality—you get the sweetest boy at heart.

Conservative and reserved most of the time, with his second home being the local library, Jaemin was almost always indulged in some sort of imaginary world. Although popular for his looks, nobody dared approach him, as everybody knew how much he overflowed with shyness, and even oftentimes unintentionally blocked out the social souls that made an effort to utter a word to him.

It didn’t come as a surprise that his grades were also astronomically A+ class and more. There was no need for him to search with concern over universities and a promising education, because unlike you, they actually chased after him. On the other hand, though you did an okay job at even the most challenging subjects, it wasn’t enough to you or to your demanding and irritable parents. Given that, your teacher thought that if you really wanted to improve, getting Jaemin assigned as a tutor seemed like a perfect idea.

Indeed; it was.

Somehow the smartest and quietest senior also turned out to be picky. His looks weren’t the only thing he was popular for—his constant declines on those who wished desperately for his help was too. To say you were shocked that he agreed to lend you a hand, was an understatement.

You officially met Jaemin on a Monday afternoon when the bell rang loudly throughout the empty halls and students escaped tiredly the dull classrooms as if they were prisons. Your calculus teacher called you and the boy over to her wooden, polished desk, where piles of papers that were filled with red marks stacked up. Jaemin carried himself gracefully at all times, dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with black shoes, you genuinely wondered how such a simple outfit suddenly looked expensive. Not only did his clothes seem to be put together, so did his life in general. He would never miss a day of college even if destiny wanted him to, and his schedule was so precise you felt like an absolute shame next to him.

“Mr. Na Jaemin,” the teacher cleared her throat, hands twirling a red-inked pen between her fingers as she smiled at the boy standing next to you. “At this point, I don’t know why I bother with you anymore, you always seem to decline. But, I thought I should ask you if you were up to helping your fellow classmate over here. She surely has potential, but is clearly struggling.”

You shifted nervously on your feet, cheeks becoming a faint tint of rosy red as your teacher slid over your calculus test towards Jaemin. It read D+. Nearly the entirety of the front page was marked in red, multiple comments explaining why your answers were wrong and circles pointing out your hideous mistakes all for a genius to judge.

His eyes skimmed over your answers, a smile threatening to creep up on his pink lips at just how ridiculous and senseless your processes could get. “I see. Yeah, she seems to have an idea of the topics but probably gets confused easily.”

Ouch.

“Well, would you do me the favor of maybe tutoring her every week for, say, a month?”

He glanced down at you for a split second, gaze returning back to the test in his hands as fast as he had looked away from it. His words sounded direct, leaving his lips with security and firm knowledge; yet, you were sure you could feel his timidity from classrooms away.

“Sure.”

Two weeks later, Jaemin had been tutoring you patiently, sharing his knowledge and tips as best as he could. You discovered, conversational skills and socializing definitely weren’t Jaemin’s specialty, his words spilling from his lips in stumbles and stutters that sounded adorable nonetheless. Contrary to the way he spoke whenever you casually asked him something about him—whether it be his personality, where he’s from, the things he enjoys—to the way his sentences flowed flawlessly whenever he was explaining how a math problem worked, was intriguing to you.

There was something about him that felt new, and mysterious. He was introverted, quite protective of his surroundings and himself; though, somehow the way his middle finger elegantly pushed his spectacles up a tiny bit, and the way his hand occasionally brushed with yours whenever he turned to a new page on your alarmingly huge calculus textbook was doing things to you.

“So, Jaemin,” you interrupted him, his head rising up in question at your sudden intrusion, hand holding a pencil he had been using to point out esencial steps for Definite Integrals. The two of you were currently sitting at your study desk in your bedroom, home alone on a slightly rainy Friday evening, with papers lying around the table and the floor that had infinite math practice tests he had obligated you to do. “How are you so good at calculus. Well, everything, honestly?”

The tip of his ears flushed a deep shade of pink at your indirect compliment, visibly swallowing as his Adam’s apple swiftly moved up and then down. “Uh, I don’t really know. I guess I’ve always practiced a lot as a kid? Maths is my favorite subject so it’s not hard for me…”

His attention was never on you, instead, his eyes shifted awkwardly as long as they successfully avoided your own. You were enjoying his confusion more than you’d like to admit, collecting your thoughts and speaking up once again before he returned to explaining boring equations or graphs. “Why’d you agree to help me? You never help.”

He wordlessly shrugged, hand scratching the back of his head with what appeared nervousness as his eyes solely rested on the paper before him and the paper alone. You thought his face became progressively warmer, a light smile etching across your face. “Are you sure you don’t know?” You glanced at him, turning your chair around to face his side profile directly. “I think there must be a reason.”

“There’s none.” He muttered through gritted teeth, the apple of his cheeks becoming impossibly redder by the minute. “Let’s move on to the next topic—”

“Oh, but are you sure there really is no reason at all? ‘Cause you seem to be hardcore blushing right now.” Your finger moved under his chin, gently guiding his eyes towards yours. “Am I the reason for your obvious struggle, Na Jaemin? Do you, maybe, have the hots for me?”

“Y/N, just—you need to, uh, continue practicing.”

“I don’t want to practice anymore.” A giggle left your lips, face nearing the boy’s hot ears. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I think you are so handsome, and I can tell you like me too. Or don’t you?”

“Y/N—”

“Don’t you, Jaemin?”

A quiet curse rumbled throughout his chest and out his lips, hands quickly snapping up to grasp your own. “You really don’t want to bother me right now. Stop.”

“I do want to bother you. I know you’re not some innocent, saint boy, Jaemin. Stop putting up that pure act with me, it’s not working.”

“Alright,” Jaemin mumbled, eyes sharply boring into yours, “then you asked for it.” He roughly pulled you towards him, your wheeled chair sliding back at the impact as your legs almost instantly straddled him. With no more words said, his hands softly kneaded your ass, pressing his hardening member directly on your heat as he began rapidly guiding you up and down his covered length.

Whimpers stumbled off your lips at his movements, hands flying up to hold onto his shoulders for balance. Quite frankly, you never thought Jaemin would do this.

“Cat got your tongue suddenly, princess?” Your breath hitched at the pet name, and Jaemin could only smirk at your reaction. “You were all talk and no game? Where did that confidence go? You are such a needy, little bitch. Be a good girl and ride my thigh like the desperate slut you are—wanting to fuck me instead of practicing your math equations.”

He parted his legs, and you were quick to take off your shorts, sitting on the textured fabric of his denim jeans as your hips continued their previous ministrations with Jaemin’s harsh grasp. Moans were leaving you in an uncontrollable mess, feeling so little and helpless under a boy’s gaze whom everybody believed is a harmless child. There was a look plastered on his features that you wanted engraved in your mind forever; pearly whites sinking tenderly into a swollen, red bottom lip, glasses hanging lowly on his nose, and a hooded stare due to the growing wetness on your sheer panties that seeped out onto his jeans.

Fuck, did those glasses make him look so sinful.

“Jaemin,” you stuttered, “I need to cum.”

“Already? We just started the fun, princess.” His actions contradicted his words, hands moving your hips faster on his thigh as he squeezed the muscles, igniting louder sounds of pleasure from you. “Are you close?”

You nodded frantically, no longer giving care to the huge wet patch you had created on his pants, allowing his hands to move you as fast as he wished, pussy clenching around nothing every time your clit ran over the coarse fabric.

“Go ahead, princess, come all over my thigh, you fucking dirty girl. Make a mess.”

His whispers were enough to bring you to your climax, legs shaking unstoppably as your hips stilled abruptly. Jaemin rubbed your back softly, bringing your chin up to lock lips with you. Ardent, and full of lust, the feeling of his tongue running over your bottom lip brought another wave of heat that pooled between your legs, and he could surely feel it. Pulling away, with a string of saliva attaching the two of you, Jaemin unbuckled the leather belt before unbuttoning his jeans, only pushing them down enough to release his dick. It sprung proudly out of his briefs, gently hitting his belly and begging to be played with.

Jaemin smirked at your wide eyes, your gaze running up and down the veiny cock, with a final touch of an angry and red tip at the top that was leaking with pre-cum.

“Can I suck you?”

“Not today, babygirl, do that some other time,” he shook his head, fingers moving your panties to the side and placing you on top of his hard length, “right now all I want is to feel your dripping, pretty pussy. Ride me.”

You silently obliged like the good girl he thought you were, wet cunt sinking on his dick as your walls instantly welcomed him with endless warmth.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he lowly cursed, “such a fucking good girl. Why don’t we teach you some basic math while you ride my dick? Come on.” His index and middle fingers tapped your bottom lip, your mouth wrapping around them. “You’re going to answer while you suck on my fingers as if it were my cock.”

On cue to his words, your tongue swirled around his digits experimentally while he ruthlessly thrusted up into your tight pussy with a never ending pace.

“What’s seven plus five, princess?”

You whined on his digits, finding the task harder than you expected as his dick was everything you could think about. Jaemin filled you up so well, fingers occasionally driving into the back of your throat as you choked around them. Tears had begun pooling in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment as you gagged around his digits once again. “Twelve!”

“Good job,” he delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting on your sweet spot successfully and earning himself nearly a scream from you. “What about eighteen plus nine? What’s the answer?”

At this point, he was doing all the work, dick sliding in and out of your walls so fast and deliciously. The only sound you could hear around your bedroom was both your skins’ slapping, and sometimes the choked up cries that left your lips whenever his fingers reached too far back in your throat. Your thoughts only revolved around how good Jaemin was fucking you, and how good the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose looked as he bit his lip. “Twenty-seven!” You struggled to answer, but managed to regardless of his merciless thrusts.

“Four minus nineteen? You got three seconds to answer, sweets.” Jaemin smirked, free hand reaching down to circle rapidly around your clit, his hips speeding up even more. “One.”

“Jaemin, I’m so close!”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, drool running down your chin as he wiped his digits on his shirt. “Answer me, or you don’t come.”

Your thoughts were absolutely jumbled, puzzled and confused, searching hazily for a simple answer you couldn’t remember.

“Two.” The movements of his fingers on your swollen bud were beginning to slow down.

“Jaemin, wait!”

“Three—”

“Negative! Negative fifteen, the answer is negative fifteen.”

He cooed at you, speeding up his actions once more as you cried out, head resting on his shoulder tiredly while you slightly bit into the flesh, eliciting hisses that flew from his lips.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Princess, can I fill you up with my cum?”

“Please,” tears ran down your face, your cries muffled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, “please do. Come inside of me, Jaemin, fill me up so well.”

Your desperate pleads and the frantic clenching of your pussy were enough to bring him to the edge, your release following not much long after as his warm cum completely coated your walls white, some seeping out from your cunt and onto his member. Jaemin eventually slowed down his thrusts to a stop, chest heaving up and down as pants left the two of you.

“For your information, I do have the hots for you, too.” He exhaled out a laugh, pulling your body closer to his and gently pecking the top of your head.

“I can’t believe everybody calls you a nerd,” you chuckled, “you literally fucked me into oblivion.”

“Well, you were riling me up. I hope you learned your lesson, little miss.”

“Yeah, I did.” You admitted with a giggle.

“Well, you better keep that pretty mouth closed, we don’t want people knowing the school’s nerd wrecked you so bad, right? Besides, I don’t think I want this to just be a one time thing.” Your head rose at his confession, eyes looking into his own for an answer. “How about a date tomorrow?”

You smiled, sweetly pecking his cheek. “I’d love that. How about I suck your cock after that?”

Jaemin smirked, “your house or mine?”

[asterroidd]

cotton sweatshirt

↬  College AU

↬  Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬  Word count: 2.6k

↬  Synopsis:  Fatigue was slowly consuming you, luckily your roommate is there to save the day

↬  Notes: Thank you so much for the request anon! I apologize it took so long before I wrote it. Anw, I hope you enjoy it!

↬  no proofread whatsoever, capn’

5th and 12th prompts: “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!” and “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

    It was too much. All too much; the endless tasks, the studying, and numerous all-nighters that you had pulled by now.

    It was so taxing that your body couldn't keep up; eyes blood shot red from restless staring at the laptop screen, sunken cheeks due to the insufficient meal you are getting, and dark bags under your eyes that are evidently visible even from afar. If one would see you in such a state, one would assume you are a zombie or the living dead.

    Chewing your bottom lip, fingers anxiously taped against the wooden desk. Drained yes boring into the laptop screen as you tried your best to understand the text displayed in it. Your professor just had to be missing in action that week due to health reasons and as such couldn't attend most of the classroom session to teach. The replacement is just as worse—having no mastery over the lesson at hand that it only made it more confusing than before. So, you had to self-study for the sole sake of having a passing grade this semester. Finals weeks is looming around the corner and it's best that you understands the lessons beforehand so that you wouldn't have difficulty in studying once again later on.

    Your study session was supposed to be done before noon, yet here you are still hunched over the desk. A pencil at hand in attempt to take notes in the filler notebook. Your other hand curled up a fist full of hair, then ever so often tugging it in frustration. True, you did try to search online for other readings and videos that could potentially help you in your dilemma. Alas, you find yourself scratching your scalp and pulling your hair in frustration as you failed, yet again, to grasp the concept of the topic.

    Perhaps a book, you thought to yourself. There is a local library nearby—suppose a ten minute walk, could be even seven if you walked fast enough. For sure there are a handful of books there that could finally help you in understanding the lesson. And so with a drained sigh, you closed the lid of the laptop and stood up.

    You took in your surroundings; which was an utter mess. Eraser shards littered on top of your desk that some even fell to the floor due to you hastily sweeping them off. Mountains of books scattered around—some opened with a random item on top to act as a makeshift paper weight. Sticky notes plastered all over the walls and stacks upon stacks of paper everywhere. In short, your room looks like a battleground.

     Which it is; an academic battleground, that is.

    That said, you swiftly stuffed a handful of notebooks and pens into a small backpack so you could continue the study session at the library. Perhaps a change in environment would ease you off and clear your mind. When you exited from your room, you were surprised to see Levi lounging off the living room. A bowl of popcorn on his lap whilst lazily popping one in his mouth every so often. His eyes glued to the TV screen as it played a series, The Confession Tapes you presumed. Ever since you showed him the first episode a few days ago, he was so intrigued and thus became so hook with the story line.

    Oh, to have freedom and time for leisure activities like Levi. You would willingly kill just to have that.

    "I'll be heading off to the library for a while," you uttered under your breath. Levi turned his head towards your direction, slowly munching on the popcorn. "I might come home late so I'll bring the keys with me."

    He paused the movie momentarily to narrow his eyes at you. Levi looked at you from top to bottom, assessing and processing the current state you are in. Which was hell. You looked like a vampire that crawled out of your coffin after decades of isolation. Of all the years he and you had been roommate, Levi had practically memorised most of your mannerism and behaviour so much. And at the moment, he knew all to well that you would be, yet again, working yourself to the grave.

    With a sigh, Levi placed the bowl of popcorn on top of the coffee table before approaching you. "Can't you see yourself, idiot?"

    You scrunched up your nose in confusion. What does he mean by that?

    "When was the last time you ate?"

    You racked your brain for answers. When was it truly that last time you had a proper meal besides energy bars that you bought from the convenience store. You went silent for a moment, eyes cascading down.

    "I had instant noodles I think? Last night," you answered after a pregnant pause.

    "Then that means you have not eaten anything since this morning?"

    You only nodded in response, all too tired to argue back with him. All you wanted to do was to finally leave the apartment and resume your study session in the library. Where, in hopes, you could finally progress in.

    Levi clicked his tongue. No wonder you look like a living dead. You are barely getting any nutrition in your body at all! Being studious is a great thing—but being all too unforgiving and torturing one's body too much is an unacceptable habit.

    As swift as a fox, he snagged the keys from your hands. You, in your drained state, reacted poorly and sluggishly. Though, you gave him one ferocious glare.

    "Give it back, Levi." You held out your hand.

    "No. You should rest. You look like shit."

    "Give me back my keys. I'm fine!"

    Levi, much to your surprise, had a hint of worry in his eyes. Silence fell between you and him, eyes focused on each other. You thought of kicking him on the shin, then took the chance to grab the keys. But you find yourself unable to as your body slowly slumped over.

    You let out one tired sigh, eyes closing every now and then in drowsiness, but you can't give in. Not now. Not at least you'd finally understand and finish writing your notes. Still, exams is a couple of weeks away. Surely a brief break wouldn't hurt?

   You groaned, the floor beneath your feet swaying as you struggled to keep yourself upright. It was only then did you notice the ever growing itch in your throat which signifies tonsillitis, mucus flooding your nasal passages, and increased body temperature.

     "I'm fine. . ." you inhaled sharply. "Just—" you continued but was caught short when your knees buckled under your weight, causing you to lean forward. Luckily enough, Levi caught you just in the nick of time before you fell face first into the wooden floor.

     "Tch. Look at what you got yourself into," he huffed, palm pressing against your forehead. "You also have a fever, dumbass."

    Did you now? You let your head rest into his touch, relishing his cool touch against your flushed ones. Maybe you really need a rest.

   "How about you take a seat on the couch while I brew you a cup of tea?"

    "Sounds good. . ." you uttered under your breath.

    That said, Levi practically dragged your body towards the couch and helped you settle on it. Making sure that you are comfortable enough by placing pillows behind your head. The male crouched down to your level, bringing a hand up once again to your forehead to properly estimate your temperature this time.

    "Looks like a bad one. . ." he muttered.

    "You tell me. I feel like shit," you've managed to crack a joke despite your conditions. Levi rose his brow at you, shaking his head at your idiocy. Then you watched him as he removed his cotton sweatshirt that hung loosely on his figure. Suffice to say, you were beyond perplexed when Levi placed the article of clothing on top of your lap.

    "You're cold aren't you?" he shrugged his shoulders. "Wear that for the time being to keep you warm."

    That said, he soon disappeared inside the kitchen to perhaps brew you a cup of tea much to your delight. It is practically known that the male had an immense skill in brewing and perfecting the art of tea. And as his roommate, Levi practically forced you to learn how to brew yourself; mainly because he doesn't want you wasting precious tea leaves that are far too expensive to be wasted. You recalled the time spent with him, hours upon hours inside the kitchen while trying your best to not burn your hands as you, yet again, try to perfect boiling tea. Levi stood beside you, a scowl present on his face as he frowned at your blend.

    Do it again, he snarled. The temperature is not right.

    It was little moments such as those reminds you of how much of a stuck up bitch Levi is. Nonetheless, the male still have a special place in your heart as your roommate and perhaps crush.

    Gingerly holding his sweater in your hands, you took one deep whiff of his scent—despite mucus flooding your nose—relishing the soft floral scent of the detergent that he bought about a week ago. Yet, Levi's natural aroma gradually overflows your nasal cavity; refreshing and clean with a hint of musky scent. It was pure heaven.

    Blood rushed to your cheeks as you let his sweatshirt hug your body, encompassing you more with his scent. Truth to be told, it was your long time dream to wear one of Levi's clothing. Suppose it was the thought of you in his clothes that brings butterflies to your stomachs, or the pure concept of his smell flooding your senses. Either way, you liked it.

    "Hey. . ." Levi's voice boomed which slightly startled you. The male placed a mug full of tea on the coffee table before kneeling down and opening a pack of fever patch.

    "What flavor did you brew?" you mumbled.

    "Chamomile," Levi replied, brushing your hair away from your forehead. For a brief moment, he stopped to stare at your glossy eyes due to the fever. Small patches of sweat that peppered your skin that glistened slightly under the light. Not to mention your lips that he oh so long to get a taste of for months—but he wouldn't tell you that out loud. Red dusted his cheeks ever so lightly that you would've missed if it weren't for your keen attention to detail.

    Levi bit the insides of his cheeks, slapping himself internally to focus at the task at hand which it to place a fever patch on your forehead. That said, he carefully set it against your temples. Making sure that it is adhered on firmly as to not fall in case you tossed and turn in your sleep. A smile adorned your features as soon as the cool hydrogel rested against your skin. You mumbled a quick gratitude towards the male before snuggling deep into his sweatshirt.

    "Levi. . ." you started to which he hummed in response, helping you sit up. Then, the male gave you the mug with hot tea. Its heavenly aroma making you sigh in relax. "Come sit with me?" you asked, patting the space next to you.

    The male opened his mouth to argue; to refuse your request because he doesn't want to catch your germs and be sick himself. Though, with one look at your puppy-dog eyes and pouting lips, Levi knew that he wouldn't be able to resist you. "Fine. . ." he begrudgingly replied.

    You let out a small cheer of victory. Placing your head on top of his shoulder the minute he sat beside you. Even for just a moment—just for this day—you want to delve into your fantasies and revel in the company of the male. Levi looked at you from the corner of his eye, admiring how his sweatshirt that embraces your form. Due to him being quite short in stature, his clothes were not too big. So, naturally, most of his wardrobe would probably fit you. Which he has no complaints about.

    "Can we watch Kitchen nightmares?" you asked, taking one small sip of tea as to not burn your tongue.

    Levi shrugged, "Why not?" That said, he adhered to your request. Playing that one episode in the series that he knew you enjoyed watching despite the countless times you've already seen it.

    You relaxed back into the couch, letting more of your weight press against Levi as your hands cupped the warm mug in between. The brutal and fierce howls of criticism of Gordon Ramsey brings a small smile to your lips, and oddly enough, as well as Levi's. Watching Kitchen's Nightmares (as well as other shows that the iconic chef starred in) was a guilty pleasure, so to say, of both yours and the male's. There is just something so satisfying how the chef makes people humble down and admit their mistakes.

    One great thing that comes from watching his series was that Levi could learn a thing or two in cooking. Even though he was already great from the start. The male picks up a recipe or two just by watching the series, much to your satisfaction. Between you and Levi, he is the mother of the household, if you will. While you're just one lazy couch potato who would receive an ear full of scolding every now and then.

    Soon enough, you felt your eyelids closing involuntarily, yet you fought to keep them open. It was getting into the good part—the climax—of the episode and you didn't want to sleep through it. Though, you find yourself giving in and finally letting your eyes rest for once. You exhaled, rubbing your cheeks against Levi's shoulder blades in attempts to get more comfortable. The male shifted on the couch, allowing you to be cozy and warm with him beside you.

    In your dazed state, you swore that Levi slowly rest his head on top of yours. Nevertheless, you couldn't conclude if it was true since the sweet embrace of sleep consumed you. For the first time in that week, you finally had a good night's rest.

    Levi relaxed under your touch, finally relieved that you gave in and let your body get the rest it deserves after days upon days of continuous work. He contemplated whether to turn off the television so that the noise wouldn't bother you in your sleep, or keep it open since a part of him wants to finish the episode. Though, his thoughts were caught short when you murmured.

    "Levi. . ." you mumbled in your sleep, hands gripping his sweatshirt.

    "What?" he humored, despite knowing that you are in deep slumber and is probably sleep-talking.

    Then to his surprise, you whispered a phrase that he never anticipated would slip past your lips.

    "I love you. . ."

    He was taken a back, eyes wide while his mouth slightly hung open. Levi blinked once, then twice, trying to process if what he heard was real or was his imagination deceiving him.

    "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Levi said, testing to see if you were truly asleep or was just toying with him. When he concluded that you were—in fact—knocked out and catching some Z's, he breathed lowly the three words he oh so wanted to tell you for months.

    "I love you, too. Brat." He snaked his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers around your hand.

    Little did Levi know, you were half-awake during his confession.

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Instincts

This is all because I entered a bunch of numbers for my scenario ideas into a randomiser list thingy-ma-bob. It chose werewolf!tamaki fucking the poor fem!reader and well...now you guys get to read it!

Same as always, be sure to let me know what you think, and enjoy~

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 You frowned as you stepped into your home, having only just arrived home after being forced to work overtime on the worst night of the month. Tamaki’s transformation had likely already happened, usually occurring during day’s early sunset; meaning that you had a fully transformed and likely feral werewolf somewhere in your house.

.

 “Bun…ny…”

 .

 A scream escaped your mouth when you were slammed back against the front door, impossibly large hands wrapped around your wrists and holding you up in the air; hot, heavy breath hitting your face as Tamaki sniffed at your vulnerable form.

 Tamaki had never before hurt you in his transformed state, though he constantly worried about doing so; but he had warned you each full moon to be home before his transformation, always muttering something about instincts being uncontrollable during the night.

 “Tamaki…Tamaki you scared me” You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as you leaned your head back, allowing him better access to your neck and earning yourself a pleased growl from the unhappy creature in front of you; his large body pressing up against yours until you wrapped your legs around his waist awkwardly. Barely able to do such an action while he was transformed.

 Unlike his human form, Tamaki’s transformed state was some kind of mixture between wolf and human; if you had to describe it at all, it would be closest to the Lycans that were shown in mythology. More wolf than man, monstrously tall and terrifyingly muscled; his fangs were razor sharp and could kill you if he had the urge.

 However, despite the monstrous form, you had easily come to love the werewolf; adjusting to the strange habits and schedules that he went through with a lot of guidance from Tamaki’s human self.

 .

 “Where…? Where were you!”

 .

 His snarl made you gulp nervously, opening your eyes to look up into his demanding stare; you were positive that it would do no good to try and reason with your giant lover. Instead, it made more sense to try and soothe his anger with actions since he understood that. Using your words too much seemed to aggravate the instincts that made his full moon’s personality and pushing your luck was not something you wanted to do.

 “Working.” You gave a simple answer, squirming under his iron-grip slightly in an attempt to get yourself comfortable; however, such attempts seemed to be futile as he simply pushed more of his weight against you. Squishing you against the door like he had done previous times; only this time, his knot wasn’t buried deep inside of you. You still had your clothes on for the moment.

 .

 “I crave you.”

 .

 Those three simple words had your mind reeling, your mouth dropping open in surprise at his sudden statement. It always took you some time to adjust to the bold demands that his instincts gave without fail.

 You were so used to the shy, timid Tamaki that you had fallen in love with.

 .

 “I want…to breed you…overflowing with my seed”

 .

 You were given no time to react as he wrapped one of his large arms around your waist, pulling you under his arm while making his way through your home and to the bed that seemed to be stacked with the pillows Tamaki kept in one of the cupboards. Without fail, each full moon, his instincts would spur him to turn the bed into a place for you to be fucked non-stop. If you remembered correctly, then Tamaki had called it a nest. It was supposed to provide you comfort, his instincts way of courting you as he had tried to explain.

 “Tamaki, wait! I’m still wearing my dress!” You squealed when he threw you onto the mattress, your body hitting the pile of pillows he had prepared while he watched you with a hungry gaze; large hands twitching as he resisted the urge to immediately jump you.

 You knew what he wanted.

 .

 “Move…”

 .

 You inhaled shakily as you turned away from him, crawling a little closer to the pillows as you moved them to where you needed them most; getting yourself comfortable in the pile of pillows with your butt on display for him.

 It took him only a few seconds to tear your clothes away without care, his large body pressing up against you from behind to keep you warm; yet another instinct he maintained throughout the night of the full moon. Anything for your health, Tamaki had never explained why but it was easy enough to figure out.  He couldn’t breed you if you weren’t healthy.

 “Come on, big guy…can’t get me all excited and leave me hanging” You peeked back at him slowly, gasping when you felt the tip of his throbbing cock rub up against your dripping folds; poking and prodding while he rutted up against your body.

 .

 “Be patient. I will fuck you, until you’re too tired…to even speak my name!”

 .

 You cried out as he slammed his hips forwards, one hand moving to wrap around the base of your throat while the other held your body in place; making it that much easier for him to bury himself inside of you with a single thrust.

 His knot was already swollen. You could feel it against your folds, hot and throbbing; thick with a close release promised. Thankfully you knew better than to tease him about such things, instead opting to mewl out his name and enjoy the waves of pleasure that you knew would begin to settle in now that he was inside of you.

 “Tama…so big inside of me~” You cooed out in a soft voice, arching your back when his hips began to move at a harsh pace; the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the only sound you could hear apart from his heavy breathing above your head.

 You whimpered out when he squeezed down on your throat firmly, snarling at the way your body clenched around his cock; trying to milk him of the cum he hadn’t yet released. Your body was more honest than you could ever be with Tamaki’s instincts and you were perfectly okay with that. Not to mention, Tamaki himself seemed to appreciate it more than your words.

 .

 “Good girl…mine…”

 .

 His possessive growls of pleasure made your cheeks flush in embarrassment while you cried out his name, not bothering to hide the sounds that he managed to drag out of your body; life was too short to be bothered hiding sounds of bliss.

 You couldn’t help but grin as you moaned out his name, quietly whining for more and causing the creature above you to let out a savage-sounding snarl, his weight shifting to press you further into the bed until you were barely able to breath; your pleasure-filled whimpers keeping him alerted to your enjoyment of the treatment.

 “Tama…more~” You choked out a moan when his hips bucked harshly, rocking your entire body forwards before he shifted his position once again; his hot tongue dragging over the skin of your neck slowly, a sign that your precious werewolf was getting serious with you.

 .

 “Settle. Settle…”

 .

 His hands moved from your body, down to the bed as he tried to soothe your needy whimpers, bracing his weight while you reached out for his arms; all too aware of how he was about to fuck you.

 In his transformed state, Tamaki could easily break you beneath his body. However, he instead chose to make you his woman and spoil you with affection; he chose to court you as his life-partner and to fill you with every drop of cum he had to offer.

 His name left your lips in the form of a scream when he began to pound into you, his sharp claws tearing through the mattress from the amount of strength he used to keep you happy and begging for more.

 It wasn’t long before you were screaming his name in bliss, orgasm rocking through your body while he continued to bury himself inside of you; leaving a trail of bitemarks over your spine, yet another sign of affection from the large beast. His way of keeping others away.

 Each thrust of his hips had you pushing back against him, whimpering out his name and desperate to feel his knot inside of you; he was close to knotting you. You could tell by the way he was losing his ability to reign in his strength; it was an adorable tell-tale sign that you had picked up on early into your relationship with him.

 .

 “Take it…my knot, that’s what…you want…I can smell it”

 .

 You whimpered out loudly, babbling unintelligible things while he began to rut up against you with all his strength; each movement forcing your body down into the mattress until a loud, wet pop echoed around the room.

 Followed soon by your cry of shock, your back arching from the sudden fullness that overcame you. As always, Tamaki’s knot was too much for your smaller body and while it no longer hurt you as it had in the beginning, to have such a foreign sized object inside of you; it was still overwhelming.

 Tamaki growled out a low moan from above you, slowly rolling his hips while rubbing his muzzle against the soft skin of your neck, his own form of affection while the two of you waited for the first knot of the night to go down. Many more to go.

 “You gotta…Tamaki, you gotta ease in…you’re too big” You whined out softly, trembling as you turned your head to look at him, gasping when he thrust his hips up roughly, pushing his knot deeper inside of your welcoming body.

 .

 “No. You take me well…such a good bitch for your alpha…”

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 You groaned quietly, burying your face against the soft pillows he had gathered for you, choosing to instead ride out the slow thrusts he insisted upon doing; able to feel his knot throbbing inside of you and filling you with his hot seed.

 “Hey Tama…?” He grunted in response to your trailed off question, licking at your spine tenderly to soothe the bitemarks he had left behind; a peaceful kind of contentment settling over you.

 “After this one…with the next knot, I want you to keep going…I wanna know what it feels like to have you fuck me until I’m broken…” You smiled at the thought, peeking back at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes; the very same kind that you had had when you first asked Tamaki to fuck you in his transformed state.

 “Will you do that for me, my handsome alpha? Will you break me and breed me?” Tamaki let out a deep, hungry growl at your words, beginning to rut his hips at a faster pace; one of his hands tangling itself into your hair, yanking on it harshly until tears began to prick at your eyes.

 .

 “Break…? I can break…let me…fragile mate, so easy…”

 .

 You choked out a whimper of pleasure when he began to pick up his pace, his knot tugging at your walls harshly with each movement of his hips; the pleasure was already too much for you but the sudden jolts of pain from his harsh movements made you cry out his name in the kind of breathy way that drove your poor werewolf insane.

 Stirring up every desire he had to see you swollen with his seed.

 .

 “I can’t wait…to see you broken and craving me…begging me…”

[gayhuckleberryinatrenchcoat]

You are my home💚💙

Happy Valentine’s Destiel Wedding Day everyone!

Part 2 of my Destiel wedding series.

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~2,8k words

“Are you nervous?” Sam teased Dean, who stood in front of the mirror, tugging his tie straight. He thought about it for a moment “Excited? Sure, can’t wait to see Cas again after you forced us to spend last night apart for some stupid tradition. Nervous? No. It’s Cas I’m marrying.” Sam smiled knowingly, already half out the door. “I’m very happy for you two!” Alone again, Dean’s eyes drifted back to the mirror and he placed his hand on his shoulder, right over Cas’ handprint. He meant what he had said to Sam. It had been the first night they had been apart since he got Cas back and he barely slept. He had just felt wrong without hearing Cas’ gentle breaths, without being able to wrap his arms around the former angel and without feeling the weight of Cas’ head on his chest. But was he nervous? Not at all. He was almost surprised at how calm he felt. He’d never been this sure about anything in his life. After today, he would never have to spend another night without Cas.

Everything was perfect. Everyone they knew had insisted on helping with the wedding in one way or another. Sam wanted to officiate them, he got his license as soon as he heard the happy news. Eileen had taken the grooms separately to shop for wedding suits, Jack had promised them a warm, sunny day and handmade the invitations with Claire. Jody and Donna had baked their wedding cake, Ellen and Jo contributed a dozen homemade pies, Bobby took care of the bar and the catering. Garth and Bess promised to capture the whole day on their cameras. Gabe offered to be their DJ and Ash took care of all the technical stuff. Rowena had promised them truly magical fireworks at night, while Crowley and Benny were in charge of the security, although that shouldn’t be necessary ever since Jack became god.

Charlie and Dorothy had not only offered their vast, beautiful property as their wedding venue, they had also taken care of the decorations. The ceremony was set to take place on the Southern side of their house. An aisle led through rows of white chairs up to a little lake in front of which they had placed a rectangular wooden arc, decorated with greenery and big white flowers that stood out brightly against the blue water in the background. The Western side of the house was already equipped with a big dance floor around which tables, a big buffet and a bar had been set up. To top it all off, Charly and Dorothy had hanged fairy lights in every single tree on their property, which would create a magical atmosphere at night.

Lost in thoughts, Dean adjusted the flower on his lapel and smiled at the mirror. He never thought that he – Dean fucking Winchester – would ever get married. And yet here he was. His phone buzzed and his smile became even wider as he saw who texted him.

[Cas 10:34] Dean?

[Dean 10:35] What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now😉

[Cas 10:37] No, my feet are perfectly fine, why would they be cold?

Dean rolled his eyes, amused at his fiancé’s confusion.

[Dean 10:37] Not literally, that’s an expression for someone who has second thoughts on their wedding day. What’s going on?

[Cas 10:38] Oh. I see. I’m nervous that I might act weird because I don’t know all wedding customs. So I wanted to ask if you could maybe help me out when I’m about to make a fool out of myself.

[Dean 10:39] Sure thing, sunshine, but don’t worry about acting right, it’s your wedding day, all you have to do is enjoy it. And everybody here knows you’re a little weird😉

Without a knock, Charlie barged in. “What’s up bitch, you ready? Cause your fiancé is and he’s smokin’ hot.” She winked as she noticed Dean’s blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I’m ready. Where’s Bobby?” “Already waiting downstairs for you. I have to go, see you in a few”.  As quick as she had come, she disappeared again. Dean took another glance at the mirror to make sure everything was perfect before he left the room.

Downstairs Bobby and Ellen were laughing over a glass of scotch. When Bobby noticed Dean, he smiled and reached up to adjust his baseball cap, scoffing when he realized that he didn’t wear one today. “Lookin’ good” he grumbled. Ellen gave Bobby a quick peck on his cheek and winked at Dean as she went to take a seat. “I’m glad ya two idjits finally got the sticks out of your asses. Took ya long enough.” Dean chuckled nervously, his cheeks turning red again. “Thanks Bobby. Truth is I still don’t know how I got this lucky.” “Well, ya really deserve this, ya know? You’re a good man. He’s lucky to be with you. And I like him. Never seen you this happy.” After a pause he added “I’m very proud of you son.” Fumbling with the empty glass Ellen had left behind on the table in front of him, Dean replied “Bobby... Thank you. You’ve always been a father for me, unlike John, who... Anyways, thank you. For everything.” Dean swallowed, unable to put his love and gratitude for this man into words, but as he looked up at Bobby’s face, he caught him wiping over suspiciously wet eyes. “Idjit” he grunted, pulling Dean into a bone crushing hug. He nodded at the clock. “Ya ready? We gotta go.” “Ready” Dean replied, and he meant it. He was more than ready for this.

Or maybe he wasn’t. He was more than ready to marry Cas, but he wasn’t prepared for the sight of all his loved ones in one place, alive – thanks to Jack – gathered to celebrate with him. He always thought the only occasion where they’d all come together would be for his funeral, and he didn’t even expect that since most of them had been dead until a few months ago. Grateful and touched to see how many people where there because they loved him and Cas, Dean fought back some tears. While Garth’s kids waddled down the aisle, scattering white rose petals, Bobby squeezed Dean’s arm, as if he could sense all those thoughts whirling in his head. Dean nodded, linked their arms and let Bobby lead him down the aisle where Sammy already waited with a big grin and an even bigger stack of notes for his speech.

Back in the house, Charly gave Cas an encouraging smile and handed him a gorgeous bouquet of white and yellow flowers. “Thank you for leading me down the aisle, I was made aware that that would usually be the responsibility of one’s father...” “There’s nothing usual about this wedding..” Charly teased him. “Besides, you’ve been my bestie ever since we first met, of course I’m gonna walk you down the aisle!” She linked their arms. “Ready?” Cas nodded. “Ready...” Leaning in, he added with a proud smirk “...bestie”. The doors swung open and they stepped outside.

All heads turned around to see Cas, but he didn’t even notice. He was completely captivated by the sight of his fiancé, who let out a little gasp before breaking into a wide smile. His eyes made those cute crinkles that Cas loved so much and as he came closer, he could see a tear roll over Dean’s check. Usually, although Dean had become way more relaxed over the last months, Cas could always sense a lingering alertness in him. But now... he seemed completely at peace. Cas quickly blinked away some tears. He didn’t want anything to cloud his vision, he needed to preserve this image in his mind. His navy-blue suit combined with a simple black tie and a white flower on the lapel suited Dean incredibly well. He was beautiful and Cas’ heart skipped a beat at the thought that it was him who caused the pure adoration and happiness on Dean’s face.

Charlie led Cas towards him with excruciatingly slow steps. Dean could barely restrain himself from running towards them. Cas was indeed smoking hot in his black suit, the baby blue tie perfectly matching the color of his big, loving eyes. Their eyes locked and Cas smiled at him with his adorable alien head tilt. Dean took a deep breath in, smiling at his fiancé, whose eyes glistened suspiciously. Cas seemed completely awestruck, and Dean felt a little lightheaded like he always did when Cas looked at him like that... like he meant the world to him.

Charly placed Cas’ hand in Dean’s. “Hey handsome! Missed me last night?” Dean whispered with a wink. “Hello Dean. I missed you very much indeed”. Murmuring “Me too”, Dean softly leaned his forehead against Cas’. The grooms stood there for a moment with closed eyes and fond smiles on their faces, the longing for each other almost unbearable. Cas finally pulled away and stated softly: “You are incredibly beautiful”. He turned towards Sam. Dean blushed at the seriousness in Cas’ voice and slowly turned to face his brother as well, not without glancing at Cas’ concentrated face once more and shooting him a loving smile from the side. While Sam held his unsurprisingly deep and thoughtful speech, Cas slipped his hand into Dean’s, who squeezed it lightly in response.

When it was time to say their vows, Dean took Cas’ hands in his and started shakily: “So, uhm, I’d like to start if that’s okay. Cas – you’re my best friend. And you’re the love of my life. I never thought I’d ever say something like that, I didn’t exactly think love was in the cards for me. I never let anyone close. But you...” His furrowed brows softened, and he broke into a fond smile, adopting Cas’ little head tilt. “You immediately got to me – well, right after I stabbed you... Sorry for that, buddy.” He winked and Cas chuckled softly. Dean continued, his voice overflowing with love: “I love your weird, quirky personality. I love that you’re such an openhearted, adorable little dude and at the same time you’re brave, strong and one hell of a badass. You never stop surprising me. You have the most loving, pure and beautiful soul.” Dean’s voice started to crack. “You know me better than anyone, heck, you probably even know me better than I know myself. You looked into my soul and you love me for exactly who I am, which is the best gift you could have ever given me.” Firmly holding Cas’ gaze, he added seriously: “I promise to always love and support you unconditionally, in our human life together and beyond. I’ve been yours ever since you first laid a hand on me. And I swear I will be yours for all of eternity. I love you Cas, so damn much.”

Cas looked at him completely lovestruck, tears glistening in his eyes. In a low, gravelly voice he declared: “I never truly belonged anywhere. I never... functioned the way I was supposed to. And you made me realize that that’s okay. That freedom and free will were more preferable than being a brainwashed soldier of heaven. You gave me your friendship, you made me part of your family. You taught me to love.” He cupped Dean’s face, gently brushing his thumb over Dean’s freckled cheeks. Squinting his eyes in adoration at the miracle before him, he added: “You are the most perfect, selfless and loving human being I have ever known.” Tears started rolling down Dean’s cheeks, he still had a hard time accepting that someone – especially Cas – would think so highly of him. Receiving this praise in front of such a big audience made him blush. “Dean, you are my home. I love you. Forever.” He pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s forehead and wiped away his tears. Dean almost drowned in his loving eyes, completely overwhelmed with affection.

Claire and Jack came up to give them their rings. Claire handed Cas a ring and whispered: “Congrats Ca... Dad”. Cas froze up for a second, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, trying to understand if she really just meant that or if it had just slipped out on accident. When she gave him a shy confirming smile, he pulled her into a strong hug. Jack handed Dean a ring with a “Hello Dad” and a short hug, before tugging on Claire’s hand to pull her back to their seats. The almost married couple shared a confused look after what just happened, Dean opening his mouth to ask “Did they just call us..?” “I believe they did”, Cas replied happily.

Sam moved on with the ceremony and let them repeat some more promises to each other before posing the final question: “Do you, Castiel, take Dean Winchester as your lawfully wedded husband?” Cas answered earnestly “I do.” Sam turned to Dean to repeat his question: “Do you, Dean Winchester, take Castiel as your lawfully wedded husband?” Dean grinned widely, eyes crinkling around the edges: “Hell yeah, I do!” Sam asked them to exchange their rings to seal their bond and Cas took Dean’s hand gently in his. He slipped the ring on slowly, looking deeply into Dean’s beaming green eyes. Dean then slipped a ring onto Cas’ finger, his fingertips lingering longer than necessary. Sam finally pronounced them “...husband and husband. You may now kiss your groom!” Under the roaring cheers of their loved ones, Dean cupped Cas’ face while his husband pulled him close, arms wrapped around his waist. Their lips found each other easily, all of their adoration blooming into a chaste, soft kiss. Cas spontaneously bent Dean backwards, who gasped into his mouth in surprise, before letting himself fall into the strong embrace. Their kiss deepened, both too far gone to hear the excited cheers and whistles around them. It took them a while to gather the strength to break apart, foreheads resting against each other for one more moment before turning to the cheering crowd. Dean linked their hands and raised them up, as Sam exclaimed loudly: “I present to you Mr. and Mr. Winchester!”

The party afterwards was one for the books. Everyone had a blast and surprisingly enough, everyone got along perfectly, which wasn’t exactly a given on a party were hunters and supernatural beings came together. Donna’s and Jody’s wedding cake was mind-blowingly delicious. It was a white cake with three tiers and a figurine of the happy couple on top, wearing their trademark flannel and trenchcoat. When they cut the cake open, it revealed a colorful surprise. The top tier was colored like the bisexual pride flag. The second tier was chocolate-brown and the bottom tier looked like a rainbow flag. Dean insisted on feeding Cas with some cake and “accidentally” smeared frosting on Cas’ face. After he had kissed it away shamelessly, which earned them loud cheers and whistles from their guests, Dean pulled his husband onto the dance floor for their first dance.

They both didn’t exactly know how to dance, but it didn’t matter. They were just happy to feel the comforting warmth of their bodies against each other and melted into a tight embrace. As they were swaying gently, eyes closed and faces buried in each other’s necks, they didn’t realize that the first song had long blended into the next one. After a couple of songs, Dean opened his eyes for a moment, watching all the people he loved enjoy themselves. Jody and Donna slow-danced next to them and Eileen tried to teach Sam how to dance, hoping not to get her toes crushed. The brothers exchanged a big smile that said: “We’re so damn lucky”. Rowena stood at the DJ-table with Gabe, brushing a hand over his arm and whispering something in his ear. Crowley and Benny seemed to hit it off at the bar and Claire and Jack tried to teach Sonny some “tictoc-dance”, whatever that was, while Miracle excitedly jumped around their feet. Dean closed his eyes again and sank even deeper into the feeling of Cas’ arms wrapped around him.

The party carried on deep into the night, roaring rock classics long having replaced the quiet couple-dance music, everyone partying on the dance floor or sharing stories and laughs at the bar. As the newlyweds sat down to chat with Sam and Eileen over some drinks, Cas looked at his husband lovingly. He was overjoyed to see Dean beaming happily from being among all the people he loved, no danger in sight. As Dean caught Cas starring, he gave him a gentle peck and got up. He linked their hands as they strolled towards the lake, the party sounds fading into low background noises. They leaned up against each other, the reflections of stars and fairy lights glistening on the water as they held each other close in the cold night air. Dean nuzzled his nose into Cas’ hair and pressed a gentle kiss on his head. Cas turned to see Dean’s glowing eyes and pulled him into a long, achingly tender kiss. They were home.

[terrariumboi]

Connor x Cheated On! Reader (Oneshot)

(I used gender neutral pronouns bc why not)

It had been a very long two months. 

Chris, the conniving asshole had been around all the time. He was your best friend, and went from coming over nearly every day after school, to having you call last minute to cancel plans because Chris was in a mood again. 

This time he knew Chris and his weird looks and judgements were out somewhere, so he decided to come visit.

He continued to your house, but stopped outside the door. He heard something that sounded painfully like crying coming from inside.

“(Y/N)?”

He called.

“Are you okay?”

When he didn’t get a response, he took the spare key from under the flower pot and unlocked the door. He felt the tiniest bit guilty for barging in uninvited, but he stuffed that away. You might need his help, and that took priority.

He walked quickly down the hall to your room, and opened the door. 

You were sitting on your bed, your wastepaper basket overflowing with tissues. Tears were pouring down your cheeks, and your eyes were puffy and red.

“Connor.”

You sniffled. He was next to you in seconds.

“What happened?”

You let out a fresh wail. He put a tentative arm around you.

“C-Chris w-w-was ch-cheating on m-me!”

You sobbed. Connor’s grip tightened around you. 

“Do we know that for sure?”

He asked, rage barely concealed in his tone. You tossed him your phone. Open on it was a text from (F/N), showing Chris kissing some girl at a party.

He got up.

“Do you want me to go to the party? I will beat the shit out of that asshole, that absolute bag of shit-”

You shook your head quickly. He slumped.

“You aren’t seriously staying with him.”

You shook your head again. 

“R-right now I’m trying to figure o-out what comes next.”

You hiccupped. 

“And the first p-p-part of that is going to be breaking up with his ass.”

You took your phone back from Connor, and went to Chris in your contacts. Connor sat back down next to you. He couldn’t lie: he was excited to see how this would turn out.

You put the phone to your ear.

“Put it on speaker.”

He whispered. You nodded. After an irritatingly long pause, he picked up.

“Hello?”

Chris said. You swallowed hard, and steadied your voice.

“Hey! It’s (Y/N).”

Connor looked at you. You grinned at him. 

“Oh. OH. Hey (Y/N)!”

Chris said, a little bit too perkily. You would have known something was going on, even if you hadn’t been confronted with proof.

“I just wanted to let you know that you can come around to my house later tonight, after whoever’s party you’re at right now, and pick up your stuff.”

Chris paused.

“What?”

“It’ll be boxed up outside, and if you don’t take it and leave right away, I will set it on fire. Clear?”

You continued, ignoring his question.

“(Y/N), what the fuck is going on?”

He demanded. Connor couldn’t help himself.

“They’re breaking up with you, dumbass!”

“Who the fuck is that? Are you cheating on me?”

Chris said, sounding far too outraged for your taste. Any composure you may have regained disappeared. 

“That’s Connor. And for the record, I think it’s pretty rich of you to assume that I’M the one cheating, you cocky son of a whore.”

You snapped. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Chris lied. You laughed mirthlessly. 

“Bullshit. I have a picture of you sucking some bitch’s face off at the party you’re at right now.”

Chris went silent for a moment. Connor imagined his smug face on the other end of the line, knowing he’d got caught. It took whatever self restraint he had left not to laugh.

“(Y/N),baby, listen. I’m really sorry. I had been seeing Mackenzie since before we started dating, and then I kind of just.....forgot to stop seeing her.”

You swallowed again, and Connor saw your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Well then go have fun with Mackenzie!”

You choked out, before hanging up.

Connor side hugged you.

“It’s gonna be okay. You deserved better anyways.”

You wiped your eyes.

“I know it’s gonna be okay for us, but that idiot seems to have forgotten that I still have all his shit.”

Connor liked the way you said ‘us’. It sounded like the times before Chris, when it was just the two of you, facing whatever else had to happen. When Larry pissed him off, or when someone made fun of you at school, you had each other’s backs. 

You stood up. 

“Connor, I think there are some boxes in the kitchen. Would you mind grabbing them for me?”

He nodded, and left the room. You exited the room too, and followed him to the kitchen. 

He found the boxes with minimal difficulty, and was about to return to your room, before he noticed you struggling to hold the stack of newspaper, glue, several bottles of nail polish, two cartons of eggs, enough glitter to fill a bathtub, whipped cream, silly string, and what looked like cheese whip.

“Need some help?”

He asked. 

“Yes.”

He took the eggs and cheese whip, and the two of you went back to your room.

The both of you put your newly found objects of exacting revenge down.

You collected Chris’s belongings from around the room, before dumping them unceremoniously in a pile, between you and Connor.

“What are we doing?”

Connor asked. You smiled.

“Boxing up his stuff, of course.”

You took his hoodie out of the pile, covered it in glue, then shoved it into the bottom of one of the boxes, before dumping a little a lot of glitter on it, then topping it off with a cracked egg, adding the shell. Connor grinned at you.

“Chaos. Finally something I’m good at.”

As he grabbed object after object from the pile, he snuck glances at you. Your tears were long gone, and were now replaced with a sort of glow. You seemed happy, which made his heart do happy emotes.

After all of the items were boxed up, and the eggs were all gone, you and Connor high fived. 

Connor was about to close his box up, but you waved his hands off. You took the remainder of the tools of disaster, and put half of them onto the top of it, putting the other halves onto your box.

Cheese was starting to ooze out of the top of the box, so the two of you did the only thing you could think of. You gift wrapped the boxes.

As the two of you carried your boxes to the parking lot, Connor couldn’t help laughing. You turned to him.

“What?”

He continued to laugh.

“Imagine his face when he opens the boxes!”

You smiled.

“Well, maybe he’ll learn a valuable lesson.”

You swung an arm around Connor.

“Don’t mess with the harbingers of doom.”

He grinned back at you.

“Only one way to find out.”