#also I don’t know if there’s a polite way for me to say that if you don’t know me personally this is kind of a weird thing to say
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Oh my god post-prison spencer and sunshine!reader is my new favorite 🥹
Can I request how spencer would react if something goes wrong in one of their cases and reader is held hostage/taken? I imagine she would be shaken ofc and spencer would comfort her after
canon level violence, reader has dislocated her shoulder and was concussed while also trying to fight off the feelings that are rapidly developing for spencer, and spencer doesn't give a fuck about her fighting their attraction
“Unlock the door, Y/n.” Spencer’s outside your door, he has been for the last couple of days. You’d been injured in the field, a concussion and a dislocated shoulder that had come from the unsub taking you during what would’ve been his take down.
You’d been dispatched from the hospital last week after being less than attractive to the doctor who wanted to keep you there for longer.
You’d answered texts and calls from your co-workers, but you’d been ignoring Spencer.
“Go away Spencer, you’re supposed to be in Nebraska.” you were consulting on a case the team is currently on, so he can’t lie.
He doesn’t try to, like you’d suspected, “I asked Emily to stay behind, you aren’t doing well.”
You sigh on the other side of the door, relenting because you know that he won’t leave.
“How can I help you?” You’re a little less than polite, but Spencer doesn’t seem to care. He knows what it’s like to be sidelined from the team due to injury and be upset about it.
“Well first, you can let me in, I may look strong but these arms were not made to hold more than five bags at a time.” he’s as tender as he always is and it softens you.
Stepping aside, you let Spencer in. Your apartment is clean, you’ve been surviving off delivery breakfasts and take out lunches, you can’t raise your hand high, so cooking is a no.
You’re not worried about your attire, you’re in a green tank top with ’save the planet’ embroidered in cursive with a sick earth just beneath it, and a pair of cotton shorts that hit just above your knee- the heat in the city was driving you crazy and you also didn’t have the energy to try for more clothes- certainly not without upsetting your shoulder some more.
If Spencer is surprised by your outfit, he says nothing. You’re hardly surprised by his, a purple shirt tucked neatly into his dress pants and smart shoes; you’re not sure how he’s managed a perfect outfit in this heat.
Spencer sets the bags down and begins the task of taking out all the things inside- he pulls out packages of various nuts, passion fruit juices and a mountain of those clear, plastic bowls filled with fruit.
“You didn’t have to buy pre-cut fruit; I know it’s more expensive that way.” You say to him, finding a bit of trouble pushing yourself into the chair you have at your kitchen island.
Spencer sets down the plastic bags and moves around the countertop to help you, “I cut them myself, they didn’t have the ones you like in the grocery store.”
You’re stunned silent, the bowls are full of watermelon, cantaloupes, orange quarters, mangoes, grapes and pineapple. All your favourites cut exactly the way you liked. Spencer must’ve spent around a hundred dollars just getting the fruit alone, maybe even more if the number of grapes is anything to go off of.
“Spencer, you didn't have to.” He shrugs, his eyes searching your face.
“How’s your head? Have you been feeling dizzy or having double vision?” It’s not easy to lie to Spencer, doubly so when he’s standing before you and staring at you so intensely.
“The dizziness comes and goes, mostly when I’m in the shower.” You say honestly, and Spencer frowns.
“You could’ve told me,” you blow a raspberry and pull the bowl full of mangoes towards you.
“You would’ve made me go back to the hospital; I don’t like the smell of them.” you chew on a piece of mango while Spencer carries on assessing you.
He notes that the mottling on your shoulder has gone down significantly, now it’s just purple and a little blue. Your eyes don’t appear unfocused, and Spencer is glad for it. “I wouldn’t have.”
“So, what’s your verdict, Doc?” you ask, shutting the lid on the mangoes before you burn through the entire container.
“You’re not concussed, I think your dizziness in the shower is from you moving your shoulder too much and agitating it.” Spencer presses a light fingertip into the bruised skin and you hiss, batting his hand away making him laugh.
You hum, “So what? I just never shower again? In the middle of this heatwave? I’d rather die.”
“I forget how dramatic you can be.” Spencer shakes his head, “Or, you could’ve called me, or Penelope and either one of us could’ve given you a sponge bath.”
You make your eyebrows dance, “You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you Spence?” He rolls his eyes, tugging on the braid your hair is in.
“How’d you do that?” he asks, helping you off the chair and leading you into your kitchen.
Your face is red hot, “I bribed my neighbour’s kid to do it for pumpkin bread the minute my arm is out the sling.”
Of course you did, you might be sunshine incarnate, but Spencer knows everyone has a spot they don’t want others to see- this is yours. You don’t want anyone in your team viewing you as incapable or in need when they should see you as capable and able to do every facet of your job.
“I can help you make the bread tonight if you want something to do when the case is over.”
You tilt your head, watching Spencer look around your cupboards for a glass. “Top left cabinet,” you say and he nods, smiling when he finds a glass covered in stickered ladybugs.
Spencer fills it almost to the top with passion fruit juice and passes it to you.
“Are you staying the night, Spencer Reid?” you take a sip and sigh in delight, it’s been a while since you’ve had passion fruit juice, you’re not entirely sure how Spencer knew it was your favourite.
“If you let me, it isn’t good for you to be by yourself and the more you strain your shoulder, the longer it’ll take for you to get back in the field.”
An impish smile tugs at your lips, your eyes gleaming with a mischievousness Spencer hardly thought you possessed, “So what you’re saying is, you miss me desperately and will sacrifice your hatred of germs and touching other people just to ensure I’m back in Quantico at your earliest convenience?”
A call from Penelope cuts through the fat of your question, making you laugh when Spencer rushes to answer it and slides you a mock glare that you know is just for show.
“Yeah, Penelope, what have you got? Y/n and I are here,” well, there’s no escaping his presence now. You find you don’t mind it quite so much, your beginning aims of not falling for him is shredding more and more as the months go on.
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"Israel also secretly hires Jewish Americans as spies to work out of its Washington embassy and its consulates around the United States to covertly surveil and monitor fellow Americans, including students. Thoroughly vetted to ensure loyalty to Israel, many of those hired have spent years heavily involved in pro-Israeli activities from the time they were in college and before. Among them was Julia Reifkind, who led a pro-Israel group at the University of California at Davis before moving on to become an activist with AIPAC. After she graduated in 2016, she was hired by Israel and assigned to its embassy in Washington.
Reifkind had good preparation for her assignment. Thinking that Kleinfeld was a fellow pro-Israel activist, over dinner at Washington’s Mari Vanna restaurant she revealed that while at AIPAC she spent much of her time deceiving college students about her covert connection to the organization. “Obviously, I’m an AIPAC-trained campus activist,” she said. “When you’re lobbying on behalf of AIPAC, you don’t say AIPAC, you say, ‘I’m a pro-Israel student from UC Davis.’ And when you’re meeting with students on campus I would never say, ‘I am the AIPAC campus rep.’ I’d say, ‘My name is Julia and I’m a pro-Israel student.’”
At the embassy, Reifkind focused on developing intelligence on fellow Americans, including students on college campuses. “So nobody really knows what we’re doing,” she said. “But mainly it’s been a lot of research like monitoring BDS.”
In a different conversation, Reifkind explained: “It’s mainly gathering intel, reporting back to Israel. That’s a lot of what I do. To report back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Strategic Affairs, and make sure they have the right information.” Among the ways she spies on pro-Palestinian activists and Palestinian human rights supporters is with phony Facebook accounts. “I have my fake Facebook that I follow all the SJP [Students for Justice in Palestine] accounts. I have some fake names. My name is Jay Bernard or something.”
Once Reifkind collected the intelligence on her targets, she passed it on to her boss at the embassy. Then it was sent to the Ministry of Strategic Affairs and other offices over a secure encrypted system called Cables. It’s “really secure,” she said. “I don’t have access to [it] because I’m an American.… I’ve seen it, it looks really bizarre…. And then they’ll send something back and he’ll translate it and tell me what I need to do.”
Since the brutal Hamas attacks on Israeli civilians on October 7 and the Israeli invasion of Gaza, the ICC and its US-based spy networks are no doubt working overtime. But there is little likelihood of interference by the FBI—well trained to look the other way when it comes to Israel. It was a situation that even frustrated a former head of the FBI’s counterintelligence division. When I asked him why no one would talk to me about Israel’s massive espionage in the United States, he simply shook his head.
“You don’t think Israel’s a sensitive topic?” he asked, requesting that his name not be used. “So, Israel has been looked at and is being looked at and that’s all I can tell you,” he said. “But nobody’s doing anything.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“You can imagine,” is all he would say, implying high-level political involvement. I then said that I was planning to write about the topic. “I hope you do. I hope you do,” he said. Sighing, he added, “I’ve been there done that. I know it. I’ve brought cases to the Department of Justice on Israel.” Cases that were never opened."
— Israel’s War on American Student Activists by James Bamford on The Nation
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The Mother-in-law
In celebration of Mother’s Day in my country, here are some headcanons of meeting characters' moms (and a grandma).
Gn reader x Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Sebek
Afab reader x Ruggie
Tw: None
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Having a boyfriend comes with extra relationships, and you’re about to meet one of the people most important to him.
Mama Leech
Mama Leech is a classy lady. Tall and lanky like her sons, she exudes an air of elegance but also threatening, her sharp teeth gleaming like pearls.
She sometimes comes to land on business matters, and knowing that you were dating one of her sons, she just had to meet you.
Sitting across from her at the Mostro Lounge is a nerve wracking experience. You feel like you have forgotten how to even use a fork.
She daintily stabs hers on the steak, her enigmatic yellow eyes never leaving yours.
Her voice is velvety smooth, sharing pleasantries with you, all talk but with as much substance as water has flavor.
Suddenly, she goes quiet, her teeth seemingly becoming more jagged.
“I hope you do have good intentions with my son. He’s a nice boy who deserves the best, don’t you think so?”
“I don’t know what the “best” could be, but I do think he deserves to be happy in the way he wants to be.”
She continues with amicable and innocent topics thereafter.
If you’re dating Jade, she’ll say:
“My dear Jade is such a hard worker. You must help him relax from time to time, or he’ll overwork himself.”
If you’re dating Floyd, she’ll say:
“My dear Floyd changes like the currents. When you’re around him you’ll never know how he’ll react! It’s so delightful.”
Regardless of who has captured your heart, she’ll offer you a little trade secret.
“There’s something nobody knows, not even his twin, that when he was little, he…”
Before she can continue, the tweels appear to retrieve the plates and silverware.
If you’re dating Jade:
“I hope the meal was to your liking.” says Jade.
“Jadeeee! Mamma was about to share something fun! ___ wants to know too, right?”
“But it is rather impolite to share others secrets, is it not, mother?”
If you’re dating Floyd:
“Mama! Ya can’t talk about me behind my back! I'm the one who’s gonna share secrets with ___!”
“Now, now Floyd. We shouldn’t interrupt our clients' meal.”
Mama Leech smiles innocently at her children.
“It seems time has passed by way too quickly. I must take my leave.”
She stood up so graciously you would have never believed she had fins instead of legs most of the time.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, my dear. And you, my darling boys, don’t forget to answer my messages more often!”
With that said, she gave you and her sons a tight hug, before disappearing out the door.
Lady Al-Asim
Lady Al-Asim is a beautiful woman. She’s not called the rose of the desert for no reason. But unlike what that title might suggest, she is not fragile.
Once she learned that Kalim had gotten a partner, she wanted to meet them as soon as possible.
You’d be invited to spend some time with her in her wing of the Al-Asim estate, along with Kalim, so he could introduce you to her.
The meeting place is a room filled with pillows and carpets. As you sit on a plush purple pillow with golden embroidery, you can’t help but think that it must be worth more than everything in Ramshackle combined.
Kalim grabs your hand and smiles radiantly at you, calming your nerves.
Lady Al-Asim enters, a goddess among humans, ladened with jewelry and precious silks.
But the most beautiful part of it all is her warm gaze at seeing her son, and the way she walks slightly faster than what you assume is protocol to greet him.
After inspecting her son and filling him with kisses, she sits in the middle of a dune of pillows in front of you.
“Hello, my dear. How do you do?”
“You must be feeling awfully warm. I’ll ask for some drinks to be fetched. Are 12 varieties of tea and 23 of soft drinks alright with you?”
Her words are polite and warm, and the conversation is pleasant.
Kalim sings your praises at every opportunity, and so does his mother, remembering with staggering accuracy the things he has told her (and they were many).
It feels like you’re in a competition to see who can praise you the most.
It’s embarrassing, but they’re both so genuine in their compliments and admiration that you can’t help but feel your heart well up with happiness.
“Oh goodness, look at the time. It’s getting rather late and you both need to go to bed early.”
Kalim deflates a little, but perks right back up.
“That’s fine, mother. After we graduate we’ll have way more time to chat like this, as a family!”
You almost spat the tea you were drinking, but Lady Al-Asim's smile just got bigger.
She escorted you both personally out of the room and into the teleportation mirror, giving Kalim a big hug and ordering servants to bring him piles upon piles of things.
Kalim went ahead, leaving you alone with his mom for a bit.
“Take care of my dear Sunshine. He loves you very much and I reckon you love him too. And above all else, be happy.”
Out of her pocket she retrieved a small golden bracelet.
“Ground my son. But also let him sweep you up in his magic carpet once in awhile.”
You arrived at NRC feeling warmer than when you were in Silk City.
Grandma Bucchi
Grandma Bucchi is a kind old woman. Her face is marred with age, but she moves with the speed of someone three times younger than her.
Ruggie wanted to introduce her to you, seeing as she is the most important person in his life.
Initially he was a bit reluctant to bring someone like you to the slums where he grew up, but since you were so insistent on meeting her, he eventually relented.
Once inside the house, a humble abode filled with knick knacks of various origins, a tasty smell fills your lungs.
Grandma Bucchi leaves the kitchen with her gray hair in a bun, cleaning her hands in her apron.
“Ruggie boy, is that you?”
“Yeah, Grandma. It’s me.”
The small woman approaches her grandson and squeezes his cheek.
“I could barely recognize you. You’re almost skin and bones. Don’t they feed you at that fancy school?”
As she stops pinching his cheeks she turns to you.
“So you’re the famous ___? You’re rather pretty aren’t you?”
Before you can thank her, the old woman is already walking back to the kitchen.
“I’m finishing my stew. Sit down and sip some dawa.”
“Grandma, let me help ya. You know your bones aren’t what they used to be.”
“Ah, boy! Don’t get between me and my kitchen. And don’t leave your datemate hanging.”
You sat down on the wooden chair and sipped the warm drink on the table. It had a sweet, and despite being warm, fresh after taste.
You both sat in silence, the sound of the sizzling water filling the background.
Soon after Grandma Bucchi came out of the kitchen holding a big pot, a heavenly smell permeating from it.
“Dig in, children.”
You gladly started eating, and soon the lul of chewing and conversation filled the room.
“I hope my grandson has been treating you well. He can be a handful sometimes, I tell you. But he’s a great cook.”
The day soon turned to night, and the time to leave was approaching.
“Before you leave, children, take the rest with you. I want you both to be eating well!”
“Granny, ya should keep it for you and the kids.”
“Oh, Ruggie, we have enough for all of us. Just don’t give me any more kids to take care of! At least for now.”
You both blush profusely, heat creeping up to your ears.
“We ain’t gonna do that! Bye, Grandma!”
You both hastily left, but you could swear you could hear the old woman chuckle under her breath “ah young love”.
Mrs Zigvolt
Mrs Zigvolt is a tall imposing woman, boisterous, full of pride for her family and also a truly powerful fae.
From the moment your relationship became official, Sebek wanted you to meet his mother.
To him, she’s perfect, and he wishes for her to approve of his relationship.
When he got news that she’d visit the NRC campus he was overjoyed, and immediately designed a plan to teach you as much about fae culture as possible.
His passion is admirable, but it’s obvious he’s incredibly nervous, practicing in front of his mirror what he’ll say to his mother.
On the day of the visit, he waits for her in the mirror hall, standing as straight as if he was practicing a drill.
You put your hand on his shoulder, and see him relax just a tiny bit.
When his mother arrived, tall and full-figured, she reminded you of a well trained soldier, but the moment she saw her son her face lit up, and she quickly strode to him, hugging him with all his might.
“I missed you so much, Sebby! Look at you! You’ve grown so much!”
Her deep and mature voice was surprisingly complementary to her words.
Sebek kept his straight posture, his eyes gleaming like stars.
“Yes mother! I have grown exactly 2,7 cm since you last saw me.”
Mrs Zigvolt smiled lovingly at her son.
“And who might this be?” She asked, turning to you.
“Mother, this is the person I am romantically entangled with. They do not distract me from my studies nor my duty to protect Lord Malleus.”
“And do they make you happy?”
Sebek's cheeks turned bright pink, his posture becoming stiffer.
“Yes, mother. They make me very happy.
His mother clapped her hands and gave you a bright smile.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Has my son been treating you well, young one? I sure hope so! He can be a bit of a handful.”
She leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“We thought he’d never let himself find someone, especially so soon. But he did, and from what he has told us, he’s quite head over heels for you.”
“Mother, we must hurry if we want to complete the school tour on time!” called Sebek from the entrance, already on his way out, the tip of his ears pink.
“Yes, yes, Sebby. We’re coming!”
He left the mirror hall, and you started walking to catch up to him.
“One last thing.”
She lightly tapped your forehead with her clawed finger.
“Use your head, but don’t forget your heart, okay?”
You nodded your head, and she smiled, booping your nose.
“Now let us go to our Sebby, or the poor boy might die of stress waiting for us.”
You left the mirror hall with a good feeling about this first meeting.
#twst#twisted wonderland#x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#Jade Leech#Floyd Leech#Kalim Al-Asim#Sebek Zigvolt#Ruggie Bucchi#Kyusbow
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That Boy is a Monster
Human!Alastor x female reader
Summary: After attending a fancy party, one thing leads to another.
WARNINGS❗️❗️: Stabbing, kissing
A/N- sorry if this sucks, I barely reread it because I've been busy :( love all of y'all btw
You had been invited to a fancy party since you're related to rich somebody. You had been sitting at the bar most of the time when you spotted a tall, slender man. You two had accidentally made eye contact, and he made his way over to you to introduce himself “Hello, dear. I'm Alastor, and who might you be?”
"Y/N." You replied, taking in his tall appearance, he took a notice to this, and his smile got bigger. “Hm-mmm, what a wonderful name for a such a beautiful lady.” He complimented. You weren't sure if you were blushing or not. The confidence this man wore had your heart swooning "Thank you."
"So, do you happen to know who is hosting this party?” He had asked politely looking around at everyone who was in suits and dresses.
"Um some guy named Charles." You drawled out, not remembering the last name. Alastor's smile only got bigger as he took you in, your small petite form was no match for his tall slender one. “Oh, Charles Slug worth? I’ve heard he is a rather wealthy man and is somewhat powerful in this town.”
Letting out a hum as you sipped your drink. You can tell he’s charming by the way he talks and holds a conversation. There was a slight look of something more sinister in his eyes, but it seems like he was trying to get to know you. As you continued to take in his appearance you recognized him from somewhere. "Wait I know you."
"Hm?" He tried playing it off. "Aren't you that radio host that everyone talks about?" You asked with a cute head tilt, and he also noticed the wheels turning in your head. In response he nodded a bit, "Yes, yes. That would be me, dear.”
"It's a great show." You smiled back as you leant on the bar. "Thank you." Is what he had said as he smiled widely. "“I try to keep my listeners up to date, and I also try to entertain them with my musical selections.” He sounded proud of what he did for sure. As he should. He the most popular radio- show hosts in all throughout New Orleans.
“You're quite the pretty young lady, if I do say so myself…” Alastor sipped his drink.
"Thank you." Is all you said and all you could say because he kept on showering you with compliments, you smiled at him. Your smile faded when the man had asked you "“So, do you have a man in your life?” He saw your sudden change and how you became somewhat shy. "It's complicated."
He raised an eyebrow intrigued. "Complicated?"
"Yes."
"Care to elaborate, my dear?"
"It's a long story." His brown eyes lit up as you said this, and he smiled showing his white teeth. “I’ve got time, though. Why don’t you come with me outside? And you can tell me a little of that long story, hm?”
You hesitated for a moment but wanting to hear more compliments and get it know him better you agreed. "Okay." He walks over to a small patio, leading you with a hand “Here we are. Go on, tell me your story.”
So that's what you did, you went on about a current situationship and he had no idea what that meant so you had to tell him, this conversation went on for a while. he listened very attentively, smiling as you told the story. You could see his smile slightly widen every now and then, as if he was amused by it. You couldn’t tell by his expression whether or not it was a positive or negative amusement. He seemed to enjoy it though
"And yes, so it's complicated." You said witha sigh. He nodded. "“Hm. You definitely have gone through a lot, haven’t you? Quite the complicated story.”
“You have no idea... You mumble and sips her drink and looks at the stars. "You know… life can be very unfair. It seems like you’ve been on quite the emotional rollercoaster, haven’t you?” He smiled at you again then looking at the stars that was above you two.
"You know… life can be very unfair. It seems like you’ve been on quite the emotional rollercoaster, haven’t you?” You nodded. He sounded like he had experience, no? He also sounded very wise in a way.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
"Sure." You replied. He stepped a little close to you, smiling as usual. "I think that you deserve the world." Your heart did flips for sure. You just looked at him His smile becomes wider, yet a little more sinister as he looked back at you. "Thank you." You said as your eyes searched his. "You’re welcome.” Alastor said and taking a step closer to you. He then tilted his head to side slightly. "May I ask you something?"
"Yes."
His face is just inches from yours. "“Would it be rude of me. if. I stole just one little kiss?” You looked down and saw he was bent down at the waist before returning back to his hooded gaze. "Of course not."
He leans in and plants a very soft kiss on your lips also his large hand holding your face. You obviously kissed back. He deepens the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. He looked at you with slight lust in his eyes, still with a sinister smile. "You're very handsome." You said out of the ordinary it's almost like he had you under a spell.
“Heh-heh. Why, thank you, my dear… but you… your beauty is absolutely breathtaking…” He leans in and plants another kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss. Alastor pulls away again. “How… How is a woman like you still single?”
"Oh stop."
He lets out a little chuckle. “I’m being serious. A woman as pretty as you, surely many men have been after you.” His hand lands on your hip, you pull away.
"I appreciate you, but I should go."
“Aww, why? You and I could spend all night, talking about you, maybe making out a little more.” He knew what he was doing, he knew he was getting to you. But you were still in your little trance that made it hard to actually pull away from this man.
“I find myself quite fond of you.” There he was again leaning in close, so close that you felt his breath on your neck. You eyed him.
"How about we go back to my place then?"
The slender man's face lit up. “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.”
You two leave the party and go back to your place. He stood behind you with his arms behind his back as he watched you fumble for your keys; he was waiting patiently with a sinner smile as he looked at you. Finally, you opened the door and the two of you walked in. As he walked in after you, he closed the door behind him.
"Here we are." You sigh with a smile. “Do you mind if I borrow your restroom? I need to use it real quick.” he asked, and you smiled. "Down the hall on the right." He gives you a quick nod and then heads down the hall to the restroom. He was in there for some time, so this gave you the chance to take out some whiskey glasses. He eventually walks out of the restroom. Upon looking at you, he smiles widely “Ah, you’d didn’t have to get the drinks ready. I-I would’ve done that.”
"It's okay." You smiled at him and watched as he got closer. "You know, I’m quite a romantic man… But. you… you bring something different out of me.” Alastor smiled and purred. You blushed. "My, you have such a way with words."
Alastor chuckled. "My way with words are much like the radio show. A little bit of information here, a little bit of entertainment there. But it’s you… it’s you that makes me want to write poetry.”
"I must say you are quite charming." You say and he chuckled again. It brough your joy, really. He took you by the hand and leading you into your living room.“Would you mind if I turn on some music? Just to set up the mood, ya know?”
" Go ahead. "he turns on some jazz music, as he leads you to the couch and sits down. He pulls you down to the couch next to him. You looked at him with such lust. Smiling, you noticed that this man smiled a lot, and you were curious as to why. "Am I making you excited?" He whispers and you just stared into his eyes. He had you right where he wanted you. He moved his hand up your arm, and took you chin with his hand. He pulled you closer to him, looking straight into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you. Once again, he deepened the kiss for a few seconds. You then couldn't help putting let out a moan as you kissed back. He held the back of your head, pulling you even closer. He kept the kiss going for few more seconds, before leaning back “May I take toy to the bedroom?" He whispers in your ear.
"Please." You whispered back. Alastor got up from the couch and taking your head and leading you up the stairs. You soon got to your bedroom. He pushed the door closed with his foot. You turned to face him. Alastor smiled as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you in closer, kissing your neck. He kept going as he reached behind and slowly pulls the knife he had from his back pocket, but still keeping it behind him for now. You two kept kissing. You couldn't see the knife because he pressed you against the door.
“Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?” He asked as he gripped the knife from behind his back. He whispers in a sinister voice “You seem tense. Let me help you relax.” He knives into your stomach then you gasped for air. He smiles sadistically. "Aw, my dear." He purred. You looked at your hand that was covered in crimson.
“Now, now. We wouldn’t want that blood to get everywhere now would we.” Your eyes fluttered as you kept gasping trying to get air into your lungs. He smirked, you know, you remind of a woman from many years ago.” You the passed out onto your bedroom floor. He sighed as he checked your pulse making sure you were still breathing, luckily you were. He smiled and stood up, pulling a small rag out of his pocket as he started cleaning up any of the blood from his knife
After he made sure that all of the blood was gone from the knife, he sheathed the knife and put it back into his pocket. He then left your bedroom and left your house.
#alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor x you#alastor imagine#alastor x reader#hazbin alastor#i have an obsession#the radio demon
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MDNI - Rich!Jungwon 5
Jungwon Masterlist
“Girl! I will take back every evil thing I ever said about you for not inviting me to your wedding— if you introduce me to Mr. Muscles in the suit,” your classmate Sunoo says, shamelessly eye fucking your guard Franklin. You knew Sunoo had already completed his entry for the art exhibit. He suddenly offered to help you with yours. Now you know why.
“His name is Franklin. I've never heard you say anything evil about me,” you frown as you add more paint to your canvas. You can hear the rain beating down on the roof of the building. Lightning flashing through windows of the studio, lighting up the dark gray sky.
“No. But was I definitely thinking it… Has he ever picked you up and carried you like a princess? If I pretend to faint, will Franklin pick me up?” Sunoo asks.
“DO NOT DO THAT. If anything weird happens, he’ll alert Jungwon’s team of guards and a fleet will show up. Don’t even get me started about when I fell down the stairs last week. I only scraped my knee but you would think I had a massive heart attack the way Franklin broke every traffic law transporting me to the hospital. It was crazy.” Sunoo inches a little closer to Franklin, who politely nods at him. Sunoo giggles, tucking his dyed blond hair behind his ear.
“Hi, Franklin. I’m Sunoo but you can call me Sunshine. Baby Fox. Yours...” Franklin raises an eyebrow and clears his throat, trying not to laugh at the little sassy man going for it.
“Hey! Get back over here! You said you were gonna help me. Focus!” you scold Sunoo. “I really want to finish this for the exhibit next week. I can assure you Franklin will be there too. Sheesh!” Sunoo pouts cutely, walking back over to you. He picks up his paintbrush and palette, mixing paints together. The lights flicker. You and Sunoo both look at each other then at Franklin. Franklin whispers into the com on his lapel. Thunder claps and the lights go out completely for a moment before the emergency lights kick on. Franklin swiftly approaches you.
“Ma’am, let’s get you home,” Franklin says.
“I don’t think we should go out in that shit storm,” Sunoo says.
“It’s okay Sunnie. We can’t get any more work done in the darkness anyway.” You take off your apron and toss it on the table, grabbing your bag. Sunoo also takes off his apron and grabs his backpack. He follows you and Franklin out of the studio and down the hall.
“The elevators won’t work, we have to take the stairs,” Franklin leads the way down three flights, to the main entrance to the building. A black car pulls up in front as the rain continues to pour. Lightening creeps across the sky. Franklin holds an umbrella over you and Sunoo. The right back passenger door opens. Just before Sunoo climbs in, a loud bang sounds. Your ears are ringing and Franklin falls back, grabbing his right shoulder. He reaches for his gun but the car has already pulled off. You scream trying to stop the blood pouring out of his shoulder as he yells into his com. “Code Red. Shots fired. I've been hit. Tigerlily unharmed but the vehicle has been compromised. Send back up immediately!" You and Sunoo help Franklin to his feet and back into the building. Sunoo’s slippery hands try to pull his phone out of his pocket to call for help. “No cops.” Franklin says hoarsely, swatting at Sunoo’s phone. Sunoo quickly ends the call and looks at you, eyes wide with fear. Within minutes, black vehicles pull up and a dozen suited guards storm into the building.
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“Talk to me Jagiya,” Jungwon says, holding you tightly as you both lay in bed. Your nerves are still rattled. You haven’t said much since you came home. He can feel the tension in your body as you lay against his chest.
“Franklin,” is all you can say, tears in your eyes.
“He’s okay. It just hit his shoulder,” Jungwon says before sighing deeply. “I know you are not going to like what I’m about to say but I need you to listen carefully.” You turn over to look at Jungwon, tears on your cheeks. “You can’t go back to school until we know who is behind this. It’s not safe. We can try to figure out a way for you to still get your work done because I know it means a lot to you. But you mean everything to me. I cannot bear the thought of losing you. So I need you to stay home until I get this sorted out. Okay? Do you understand?” He wipes your tears. You nod your head. He’s absolutely right. You could’ve died today. You can’t go to class tomorrow, pretending that nothing happened. You need answers too. Jungwon kisses your forehead. “Get some sleep. It’s been a long day. I know you’re tired,” he says, turning off the lamp and pulling you into his arms. Easier said than done. Just one answer may help you actually sleep tonight.
“Franklin said ‘No cops’. Why would he say that?” you ask.
“Rest, Jagiya. I’ll take care of everything.”
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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno
Chapter Twelve: The Wedding
Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au!
Word count: 2770
Genre: drama, fake relationship
Author: maari
Warnings: Jealous Jeno again bc like it, mentions of alchool and some sexual tension.
Note: FINALLY THANK GOD! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME 😭😭 You don't know how I wanted to finish this chapter but couldn't, now things are going to start getting interesting 😏
Summary: The wedding is finally going to happen. Will we have more surprises?
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Y/N tried to control her heavy breathing with exercises she had learned but she still couldn't make her anxiety lessen as she looked at her glamorous and angelic reflection in the mirror.
Even though she had tried on the same dress several times before the wedding, now she was ready and just minutes away from entering the cathedral to get married.
She was nervous that day, she had woken up early to have a good coffee and start getting ready, her hair and makeup needed to be perfect and it would take time for that to happen.
She was finally going to get married!
As for her fiancé, she hadn't seen him since the night before that kept haunting her mind. She still didn't understand what had happened in the jacuzzi, whether it had been a lapse of carnal desire or simply one of the steps in their little game, but she couldn't contain herself. It was stronger than all the provocations until then.
Maybe that's why she was like that, she was anxious but also scared, she didn't know what awaited her from now on. She would be bound to Jeno for the rest of her life, for the good of her kingdom as well as his.
Yeah, actually spending 5 minutes alone before going to the ceremony hadn't been a good idea since her mind kept creating all the possible scenarios.
Her daydreams were interrupted when the bedroom door was opened, she turned around and looked at her father's figure, traditionally dressed in royal formalwear, he was also wearing the crown.
She smiled nervously at her father who was visibly excited to see his daughter dressed as a bride.
“You are the most beautiful princess in the world.” he smiled widely and walked towards her, extending his hand.
“You’re only saying that because I’m your daughter.” she replied, holding her father's hand.
“I’m saying this because it’s the truth.” he kissed her forehead and looked at her deeply. Y/N stared at her father expectantly, she was ready to listen to her father's advice before getting married.
“Don’t be afraid, marriage isn’t that bad.”
She laughed lightly.
“Even though it’s just a strategic alliance?”
“Every marriage is an alliance.” she looked at him suspiciously. “See me and your mother.”
“The difference is that you really love each other.”
“And it can’t be like that with you and Jeno?” he asked and Y/N didn't immediately deny it.
The truth is that as much as she wanted to give a negative answer, there was no way she could have predicted it.
It could go very wrong or it could go very right.
But she was more prepared for the possibility that it would go wrong.
Loving Jeno seemed like a forbidden idea in every way.
“That’s what we’ll see, right?” she shrugged.
“Until then,” her father extended his arm for her to support and she did. “I just want you to be happy.”
She smiled excitedly and rested her head on his shoulder for a few seconds.
Even though it was an arranged marriage, a strategic and political alliance, she couldn't deny that she was happy that day.
A lot would change from then on and she felt more than ready.
The princess found her mother at the end of the stairs and she had to control her tears when she saw her, her mother was visibly moved and hugged her with a strength that seemed to recharge Y/N's energy.
Leaving the castle to the historic carriage and the journey to the cathedral were overwhelming for Y/N, the only concern she had was being able to breathe properly so that she wouldn't show the immense nervousness she was feeling, she felt her father's watchful eyes on her and the mother's voice sounded distant. The princess trembled internally with anxiety, in a way she had never felt before.
She let out her breath as soon as she held her father's hand as he got out of the carriage and extended it so he could help her out of the carriage. She heard the voices and applause of those watching the wedding outside the cathedral and smiled restrainedly behind her, waving briefly.
Y/N heard the camera flashes capturing that moment and especially her dress which, although it had some classic details, was undoubtedly very different from what they had speculated. The princess had opted for a dress that had embroidered details on the skirt that wasn’t too full but long enough to provide an elegant tail, the bust was well worked with the same designs and highlighted the princess's waist, the sleeve fell over her shoulders. It gave a clear view of the diamond necklace that had been in the family for generations, the veil, although it only had the same embroidered details on the front, was long and covered the braid she had made.
The queen extended the bouquet to Y/N who thanked her with a nervous smile, the mother then entered the cathedral while her husband stayed behind and prepared to enter with their daughter.
“Don’t let me fall, dad.” she whispered, not even recognizing her own voice, she sounded so vulnerable.
"Never."
She smiled at him and then heard the wedding march play imposingly, she took a deep breath and raised her head before starting to walk slowly into the cathedral, even though the corridor was long and it was crowded, her eyes looked for Jeno and she even managed to control her expression of surprise but her eyes didn't lie.
He wore a formal uniform that wasn’t only elegant but also respected the history of Y/N's kingdom, using the colors of the family crest. Blue, white and gold.
The outfit had looked so good on Jeno that the princess couldn't take her eyes off him, she had imagined that he would probably wear the famous white and gold suit but she was completely wrong.
He had his hair perfectly combed so that only one strand fell into his eye.
And the eye... Y/N didn't seem to be the only one mesmerized at the beginning of the ceremony, Jeno also admired her from top to bottom without any discretion.
As soon as the king handed his daughter to Jeno, the prince's hand was as cold as Y/N, the ceremony began and went faster than both could have imagined, and it was true to say that neither of them paid that much attention to the words from the priest since they were too busy watching each other out of the corner of their eyes.
Y/N only felt nervous again when it was time to exchange the rings, she didn't want Jeno to notice that her hand was shaking but it was impossible.
She wasn't nervous just because Jeno recited the vows looking deep into her eyes, but because she knew that after the exchange of rings, the ceremony would end with the bride and groom's passionate kiss.
And well, even though she and Jeno showed the world that they were extremely in love with each other, she had never kissed him until then and it was obvious that she was scared of it.
Because she didn't know how her body would react to the kiss and doing that in front of millions of people was scary, to say the least.
The princess felt her heart pound against her ribs when the priest announced that they could kiss, she looked at Jeno anxiously and all she saw in his eyes was a fire that made her ears heat up.
She already felt her legs shaking when he held both of her hands. She was ready to lean over but Jeno had other plans.
He knelt down and kissed Y/N's ring for a long time and then rested his forehead on her hand, who although she was confused, felt her stomach turn. He received a standing ovation from all the witnesses.
Jeno had clearly knelt before the crown of the kingdom and in a silent gesture showed that he respected and would serve that country as the husband of the future queen, there was no way to show greater devotion than that.
He had just won the entire kingdom and the respect of Y/N, even though she was disappointed that she hadn't kissed him like a common bride, she silently thanked him for the gesture when he stood up.
After all, she was absolutely right. They were no ordinary bride and groom.
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Y/N felt her cheek hurt from smiling at the people who came to greet them, Jeno was next to her with his hand comfortably on her waist. The princess had already changed her dress for the wedding reception, although it wasn't exactly a white dress, it was as elegant as the one for the ceremony, worked in stones from the short sleeve to the long skirt, the neckline was perfect for her to continue wearing the family jewel and had removed her veil so everyone could admire the braid.
The Lee family had been the first to greet the newlyweds and Y/N could see a little sadness in Mark's eyes but he hugged her the same way as always, wishing her happiness and she could do nothing but thank him.
Now, Y/N was talking to her cousin a little further away from Jeno as he was talking to his brothers. They had already greeted all the guests and were free to move around the room.
“My God, you two…”
The princess looked at her cousin who was taking turns looking between her and Jeno.
“What happened, Yeri?”
“You two are impossible, you know?” Y/N raised her eyebrow, confused. “Just looking at you can already feel the sexual tension.”
Y/N laughed and shook her head.
“You’re kidding me.” She drank some of the champagne she was holding and her cousin looked at her offended.
"I'm serious. This honeymoon is going to be promising.”
The princess swallowed hard and felt the champagne bubble inside her throat.
Oh sure, all she needed to imagine was the honeymoon.
“He didn’t even kiss me.” Y/N remembered in disbelief.
“And you’ve never heard of foreplay?” Yeri asked and her cousin's eyes widened, looking around her to see if anyone had heard.
"Shut up please." she begged.
“He’s raising your expectations, after all, you’ll finally get some action after so long without…”
Y/N looked towards the main door of the room and her jaw dropped when she saw a familiar figure, as she grabbed her cousin's arm so she would stop talking.
“Tell me I’m not drunk and I’m actually seeing who I think I’m seeing.”
Yeri followed her cousin's eyes and smiled mischievously.
“Your wedding party just started getting more lively.” hummed and the princess looked at her quickly, partly in panic.
However, the cousin moved away from her when she realized that the reason for Y/N's attention was walking towards her, letting her arm fall to her side as she stood still.
“Y/N.”
She felt her heart race when she heard the voice, it had been so long since she spoke to him, she couldn't even remember the last time.
“Hongjoong.” She smiled.
He was different, more mature. He wore a black formal suit with red and gold details, his light brown hair very different from the blonde she knew.
“I needed to come and greet the bride.” smiled sideways
“I didn’t know you were here, I didn’t see you at the ceremony.”
“And did you notice anyone in the cathedral?”
She laughed lightly, shaking her head. In fact, she couldn't identify even half of the people in the cathedral because of such nervousness.
“Did my parents invite you?” she asked, interested, seeing him nod.
“Our commercial relationships still remain very strong.”
Y/N tilted her head to admire him. She had always known about the potential of becoming one of the main food suppliers for Y/N's kingdom but seeing it actually happen was impressive.
From afar, Jeno watched the princess talk animatedly with a man he hadn't met until then. He tried not to stare at the two of them but it was practically impossible considering that he saw something there that he hadn't seen with anyone else until then, intimacy.
Y/N seemed extremely comfortable with the man, who he noticed was a noble by the posture and clothes he wore, she looked at him with admiration and considering that he had met the princess's entire family, he knew that this wasn't her cousin.
Jeno's jaw clenched when he saw her take her hand to the man's arm and his sudden reaction didn't go unnoticed by Haechan.
“You guys just got married and you already have a competitor for her heart?” the brother spoke quietly so that only Jeno could hear, even using his famous joking tone, it wasn't enough for Jeno not to glare at him.
Haechan raised his hands in a sign of surrender and didn't even need to provoke his brother further, who began to walk in long strides towards Y/N and the excited guest.
Jeno wasn't jealous, at least that's what he repeated in his head as he approached the princess, but he made it very explicit when he put his arm around his wife's waist, who was startled by the sudden touch.
“My love, I was looking for you.” He kissed the top of her head and she looked at him with a frown. “Don’t forget you promised me a dance.”
"Oh yes of course." Y/N agreed, still looking at Jeno in confusion.
An unsettling silence fell between the three and Y/N cleared her throat.
“This is Duke Hongjoong, he is from the northern kingdom.” she introduced the two of them and Jeno reached out to squeeze his hand tighter than he should have.
“From the Kim family.” Hongjoong added and Jeno raised his eyebrow.
He really wasn't wrong about the guy. He just didn't know that Y/N was his friend.
“We have some commercial business and he came to greet us.”
Jeno nodded silently and took turns looking between the princess and the duke, the fact that his wife didn't look him in the eye said more than he wanted to understand.
"Congratulations on the wedding!" Hongjoong spoke and Jeno smiled discreetly.
There was something bubbling hot inside him, like snake venom.
"Thank you very much. I hope you come to court more often.” Jeno wanted to hit himself for sounding so polite, he actually wanted to threaten the Duke and not seem like he wanted to be friends.
Y/N stared at Jeno in disbelief, it was the second time that day that he surprised her.
But if he knew the past between Y/N and Hongjoong, he definitely wouldn't invite him to the castle.
"Of course it will be a pleasure." Hongjoong took a step back and greeted them. "See you soon."
Jeno hugged Y/N's waist tighter when he saw that the duke directed his last look at her and he didn't like how natural it felt.
Okay, he had perfectly understood what had happened there. There was a history between the two and he didn't know if he wanted to know what it was.
Before he could ask anything, Y/N's parents approached while the princess scratched the back of her head uncomfortably.
“Jeno, Y/N, you will spend the night at the castle.” the king informed and they both looked at him in surprise.
“In the castle?”
“Your father and I have agreed that you and Jeno should go to the chalet tomorrow morning.” the queen explained. “It’s further away, surrounded by security guards. You will be safe.”
“I thought we were going to the summer house.” Y/N said, looking at her father and then her mother.
"It's risky." was all his father said.
“Your parents are right, Y/N.” Jeno patted Y/N's back and she felt a shiver run down her spine. “We have a lot of guests here, we need to take care of our safety and theirs too.” Y/N pondered for a bit until she nodded.
"You can extend the honeymoon as long as you want.”
Although the princess didn't want to agree out loud with Yeri, she needed to admit that there was sexual tension there.
And Jeno's warm palm wasn't helping at all, especially when she remembered that the next day she would be alone with Jeno in the chalet away from the royal family and everyone else.
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At the end of the day that entire ACOTAR pregnancy plot point was bullshit. It was a breaking dawn rebrand and somehow worse.
It could’ve been written very differently and properly come across as concern for both mother and child AND coincide with the power to choose in a way that would be beneficial to the story. Instead Sarah decided to throw in a nonsensical plot point (because if Rhysand is as smart as she says he is, he would’ve considered the risks of having unprotected sex in a different form that literally has a wings beforehand, argue with the wall) to push some sort of agenda on the nature of women’s rights politics. She isn’t some intersectional feminist queen, she’s a privileged white women who used and continues to use her books to spread her own ideologies.
Obviously every book has their author’s own biases ingrained in them, but it’s the fact that she tried to write what Rhysand did as a morally correct option. It doesn’t matter that Feyre was like “Oh thanks Nesta for telling me,” he didn’t face any consequences for keeping critical medical information from Feyre. In fact he never faces and substantial consequences.
Feyre is a grown women (while I don’t think she should be a high lady or a mother at this point in her character yet) the narrative tries to convince the reader that she is, and yet acts as if she’ll drop dead the second she hears about the complications. Which is it? Is she an empowered, intelligent woman capable of leading a nation and marrying a man further in age from her than she is from her child, or is she an irrational innocent girl who can’t handle her own medical information? Feyre isn’t a sheltered dove, she has been through a lot, it’s absolutely nonsensical to pretend like there’s any reason for her not to be aware of the risks.
It’s not “oh Rhysand was going to tell her eventually” how eventual? It’s pretty clear there wasn’t a solution he could’ve made, so what, will he tell her while she’s in the middle of labor? He should’ve told her the second he knew, and so should have Madja, the medical professional.
SJM literally made the characters know what lactic acid was, but not a c-section. It was entirely intentional to frame the arc in this light. We don’t know for a fact that SJM is pro-life but it’s pretty obvious. The only reason people seem to agree with it is because it worked out in the end. If it didn’t I actually don’t know what they’d do, because SJM has never written Rhysand or Feyre to commit a crime that wasn’t justified in some way.
ALSO WHY THE FUCK WOULDNT THEY IUST HAVE HER SHIFT BACK TO ILLYRIAN FORM TO GIVE BIRTH??? she shifted fine in early pregnancy, which is more dangerous, but she can’t do it again? We know shifting doesn’t affect the baby in any substantial way since he was still born Illyrian (even though it absolutely should idc if it’s magic she’s changing her anatomy and guess what’s attached to that anatomy)
This was a reblog initially but I’m reposting it here because it’s long and I feel bad making people scroll
#anti sjm#anti acotar#anti sarah j maas#anti rhysand#sjm critical#rhysand critical#pro nesta archeron#not because this has anything to do with her#But because they’re a little better at thinking and less hostile
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Could I ask for a Crowe x f!reader who's always giggling at random stuff? I crave more content of him 💔
Risibility (Crowe x Giggly! Fem. MC/Reader)
Thank you for the ask Anon! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer
Risibility: the ability or inclination to laugh; the tendency to laugh often and easily.
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You are often described as jovial. Witty. Comedic.
That’s part of the reason Crowe started getting attached so fast.
When you first arrived at the school, Crowe deemed you as simply a very aggressively positive person, until he hung out with you more.
He honestly didn’t know what to make of the constant giggle fits you had, just seeing a random child fall over was enough to send you.
(Albeit that was pretty funny, he had to admit, although he’d feel too bad to admit it).
Sometimes he’d ponder whether you were laughing at him, or trying to not make fun of him.
When he asked you about it, all you did was nervously chuckle and shortly explain your ‘Laughinson’s’™️ to him.
You felt really bad after that, but he honestly found your constant giggling endearing.
He realised after a while he disliked the sight of you trying to stifle a smile or restrain yourself from laughing.
One of his friendship goals was to make you comfortable with almost asphyxiating from laughter with him. Your laughter was contagious.
It sounded lively, joyful, hopeful. He felt at ease whenever you were around.
There are times, however, where you giggle slightly too intensely, like the time a pigeon smacked into the window during Art History. You were laughing so hard you were starting to get concerned for your lungs, (he was honestly praying you wouldn’t die); hell, you were losing pallor and gasping for air 20 minutes after it happened! Your teacher and class started seeing you as both deranged and 'unique'.
Also, weirdly enough (is it really), even someone insulting you made you laugh (although he thinks it’s because it’s your main coping mechani-) to which he’d politely tell them to fuck off leave you be.
Crowe one day decided that even if you were stupidly a smidge coo-coo; he still lov- really liked you. If you start giggling, especially in class, he would research ways to try and help you calm down.
Then you try them.
Then they don’t work.
Then you try again, because Crowe, as he says: “I don’t care how long it may take, I can wait until death if it means you can do something that works for you”.
You also laugh when you’re stressed, as Crowe found out when you asked him for study notes the day before a massive literature exam. (He gave them to you dw, he even tutored you because he adores likes you so much).
Essentially you’re the ‘Chaotic Small x Chill Tall’ trope.
As the years go by, and he loses touch with you (not really but he gets busier you know), he starts to miss the constant background noise of you chuckling about something you did 2 hours ago.
Now, whenever he sees you, he relishes in the glorious sight of your smile, the ethereal glint in your eyes when you recall something you did, or your day.
You laughing or not, he’ll never get sick of seeing you grin.
So he decides to make it his mission to get a smile out of you every single day. No matter what.
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A/N: Laughinsons is now owned by me idc.
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Oh! Scarlett introduces R to her colleagues (at the outset or Marvel set) and she gets a bit shy so R sticks by her mom
Mamas Girl
Word Count: 988
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Today was the annual ‘bring your kid to work day’ on the marvel set, the filming of Endgame had been taking place for a few months and finally a date had been set for all the actors to bring their kids with them for the day. You had managed to avoid all the previous meetings, saying you needed to study or that you had a headache. You had met most of the cast on a few occasions by now, that wasn’t the problem, it was the amount of people that caused the hair to rise on the back of your neck. You were also the oldest kid, being in your early teens while the rest were toddlers, it’s not like you could hang out with them. You had tried so hard to get out of this day, but your mom pushed every problem aside. She even moved the dentist appointment you made yourself to next week so you could come to set, you just didn’t want to upset her by saying you’d rather not go.
You arrived at 11:30am and most of the cast had already arrived for the day. You stuck close by your mom as she said her hellos and just politely waved when they acknowledged you. “Come on sweetie there’s a few new people I wanna introduce you to” Scarlett said as she pulled you out of her trailer with her. You stuck closely by your mom as the two of you made your way through the set. “Y/n this is Chris Pratt, Chris this is my daughter” Scarlett said introducing you to yet another Chris “ah the little Johansson, pleasure to meet you” he said as he extended his hand “hi” you mumbled shaking his hand in greeting. “Oh there’s Joe, I just need to speak to the director hunny I’ll be back in a minute” Scarlett said as she began to walk away “wait can I come with you?” You called after her “I won’t be long y/n, I think Lizzie’s around if you want to find her” your mom called back.
You wanted to run after your mom but your feet were stuck to the ground. “So” Chris said awkwardly “how old are you y/n” he politely asked “14” you mumbled shyly, scanning the room for any sign of someone safe, preferably your mom. “I think Scarlett will be back in a second, sorry I’ve gotta run to makeup, it was nice meeting you” Chris said excusing himself from the awkward situation. You felt your legs begin to shake as you continued to search the room for your mom, a few cast members flashed you small smiles but you just ignored their gazes. “Hey kiddo” a voice called from behind you, you thanked the stars when you realised it was Lizzie. “Hi Elizabeth” you quietly said as she led you to a nearby couch “you waiting for your mom?” She said “and you can call me Lizzie by the way” she bumped your arm. You nodded politely and began biting your finger nails.
Lizzie attempted to make some small talk with you but as she figured it was more of a one sided conversation. “Lizzie!” Scarlett beamed as she came back over to you both “its great to see you” she said as the two said hello with a hug. You allowed the two a brief catch up while you came to your mom’s side, the anxiety finally subsiding. “Alright sweetie I’m not needed for a little while so you wanna go back to my trailer?” Scarlett asked you “yes please” you said. The two of you said goodbye to Lizzie and made your way back to Scarlett’s trailer. You held on tightly to her hand as you danced through the crowds. “You ok y/n?” Scarlett said when you grabbed her hand, you simply nodded. “Hey talk to me little bear” she cooed as she opened the door to her trailer.
“I’m sorry” you whispered as your mom led you towards the couch “there’s just a lot of people here that I don’t know” you mumbled. “Oh sweetie” Scarlett said as she cuddled up with you “I’m sorry I should’ve realised it might be too much for you” she said. “I don’t mean to be like this, I’m sorry” you sighed “hey stop apologising” Scarlett said as she gentle brushed your hair from your face “there’s nothing wrong with being a little shy you know” she cooed. “How do you do it, all the people you have to talk to?” You asked, avoiding her gaze. “Well I guess I’ve been doing it for so long I don’t really think about it anymore” Scarlett said “but I still get nervous sometimes. I know it probably looks like I’m really outgoing but it’s just part of my job, I’d much rather be curled up with you all day” your mom said, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze.
You leaned into Scarlett’s embrace and gently closed your eyes “love you mama” you said as you buried your face in her neck “I love you too my little bear” Scarlett kissed your forehead. Your nap was short lived as your mom gently shook you awake “baby I’ve gotta go makeup do you wanna come with me?” She asked. You groaned as you tried to pull her back to cuddling you “wanna stay here with you mommy” you mumbled sleepily. “Me too sweetheart but mommy has to work” Scarlett said giving your tummy a soft tickle “you can sit with me the whole time I promise, even on mamas lap if you want too” your mom teased. “I’m not a baby” you pouted “well you’re my baby” Scarlett said as she helped you to your feet. “My shy little baby, you know I wouldn’t want you any other way than yourself” she said as she kissed your forehead. “Mom don’t be so soppy” you laughed.
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Eye Level
NSFW - MDNI - 18+ ONLY
My brain is currently refusing to cooperate and work on any other writing until I spit out my dumb little one-shot with my favorite trope (size differences) with one of my favorite demons. So here ya go. Hopefully I’ll be back to writing out my planned Cloud fics afterwards.
Eye Level
Summary: Alastor x reader. 4.1k. You're short. You know it, everyone at the hotel knows it. You've assumed that it's some sort of divine punishment for whatever sins you committed while alive, but it's really not so bad, as long as no one hides your step-stool. Today, you've found a new problem with it, though, when you try to get a little closer to your favorite 7-foot-tall demon.
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dead dove do not eat, size difference (reader reaches Alastor’s hips), smut, reader is gender-neutral with reference to having a vagina, reader wears a dress and bloomers, Alastor being sadistic, reader being a masochist, Alastor calls you “good girl” because I’m a sucker for it
The red light of the sky outside is bleeding in to the hotel, burning your eyes and causing an ache in your head. You want to shut it out, but Niffty is busy cleaning all the windows. Rubbing your right temple, you shift on the couch in an attempt to angle yourself away from the worst of the light as you continue to read your book. The words on the page seem harsher than before against the rough, yellowed pages. In addition to Earth’s actual sunlight, you also find yourself missing the convenience of heading out to the pharmacy to pickup some painkillers that weren’t illicit substances.
“Something the matter, dearest?”
You lift your head at the sound of Alastor’s voice. He’s blocking the light as he stands in front of you, his long shadow easing the pain in your head. You have to crane your neck to look at his smiling face, but you’re used to it at this point.
“Oh, I just have a headache,” you say with a light shrug. “I’m okay. How are you doing?”
“Wonderful as always, darling,” he assures. “Why don’t you join me for a cup of coffee upstairs? I’ve found it works like a charm for a headache.”
You perk up at the thought. It’s a little late in the day to have coffee, but you’re not one to turn down a drink and a snack with Alastor. You take care of most of the cooking for the hotel, since Niffty took over your old job of cleaning, so having something made by another person is a nice treat. Plus, he’s good company—he’s the most polite person you think you’ll ever meet in Hell.
“I’d love to,” you say, sliding off of the couch. You smooth out your dress and tuck your book under your arm; you can finish it another time. Your certain that if you were taller, Alastor would do the gentlemanly thing you see him do with others and link arms with you, but that’s not really possible at your height. Instead, he leads the way by engulfing your little hand with his.
You’re barely focused on the small-talk he makes with you as he guides you up the stairs. His gloves are smooth, and you can feel his claws tickling the skin on your wrist and hand. You know that, as much as Alastor enjoys invading other people’s personal space, he does not enjoy allowing others in to his personal space. Despite this, he has been rather open to your presence; picking you up, holding your hand, ruffling your hair. It feels nice. It makes you feel special—like he’s bestowing an honor on you just by patting you on the head, one that the others don’t get.
You nearly trip over a step, and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Alastor stops you from hitting the ground by extending his arm, letting you put your weight on him for balance.
“Careful, dearest,” he chides, “I’m not always here to catch you.”
Your headache is back, caused by the heat rushing to your face and chest. “Right, thank you,” you mumble, ducking your head. “I-I was just thinking.”
“About what?” You should have seen that coming.
Your eyes dart around as he guides you towards his room. “Uh, j-just—the book you lent me,” you spit out. “I’m almost finished with it. It’s really good.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he says, holding open the door for you. “It’s not often I meet another down here that enjoys a good book.”
You smile and step in to his room—immediately, you’re hit by the scent of paper, candles, wood that is well-cared for, and decaying leaves and other plant matter. You know his room changes. You know that what you see is different from what the others see when they enter. You’ve heard them mention the swamp that makes up half of the room, often complete with a decaying deer. Every time he has invited you in, however, it has been nothing other than a lovely room that looks like it belongs in some fancy townhome from the 1920s.
Just another thing that makes you feel special.
“If you have a favorite book, I’d love to read it,” you suggest as you slip out of your shoes.
Alastor’s grin grows even wider than usual. “Really? Well, I’ll have to think about it; I have quite a few in my collection that I favor.” It’s a lie, an excuse to put this off for later. There’s something he doesn’t want you to see. You can sense it, deep down in your gut, but you ignore it. He’s always shielded your eyes from the bad—from the gore of Hell, from those that would try to take advantage of you, even from some of the arguments among the others. This is no different.
Moving on from the topic, Alastor snaps his fingers, and a tray of coffee and small snacks appear on his dining table. He’s added cream and sugar for you; he doesn’t understand your sweet-tooth, but he does indulge it.
“Oh, and a treat for you, little one.”
He snaps his fingers again, and when you next blink your eyes, you find that a dish has appeared on the tray. It’s a slice of cake—the same you remember ogling outside the bakery window the last time you went outside the hotel. The hotel doesn’t offer payment for your services, so your measly pocket change was not enough to get it. He must have noticed your longing for that delicious, soft piece of cake. You don’t even remember the last time you had the luxury of cake. The last time was probably when you were alive, and you have the feeling it was one of those store-bought cakes that are dry and covered in thick, sickeningly sweet icing.
This cake is fancy. This cake is fluffy and standing tall, covered in berries and whipped cream with just the right amount of sweetness. And most of all—it means that Alastor paid that much attention to you on a silly outing that he didn’t need to be a part of.
“Thank you, Alastor!”
You throw out your arms and wrap them around him. It’s a chance as good as any. The closest you have come to hugging him is when he’s picked you up and carried you around like a doll. Surely a gift like this means he would be okay with it—although, the second you touch him, you realize you’re probably reading a little too much in to a slice of cake, and maybe it’s because you forgot to eat lunch.
Your arms wrapped around his legs, your feet in between his. And now you remember just how short you are compared to him. Normally, you’re either staring at the ground or you’re turning your head all the way up to look at his face, which makes it easy to forget that your head reaches an… unfortunate location that you have just unknowingly pushed yourself against.
Your face is burning again. Your head is throbbing. If you weren’t already condemned to Hell, this would probably have gotten you in. Your cheek is right against his groin. You fear looking up at his face for a reaction, but you do it anyway and see that, despite his smile, he looks to be just as shocked as you, if not more. And then it changes. The shock is fading. His eyes are getting darker, and that strange look in his eyes—one that you’ve never seen on him—is directed at you.
You force your body in to action. “I-I’m sorry!” you squawk, stumbling away from him. “Um! I-I just—I was excited; I didn’t mean to—uh, s-sorry, sorry!” You’re clumsily making your way back towards the door, nearly slipping from the lack of friction your socks have on the polished floor.
Alastor takes a step closer to you, and you bristle, picking up the pace. “Ma cher, don’t—”
“Sorry!” you cry one last time, slipping out the door and in to the safety of the hallway. You dash to the end of it and around a corner, where you wait to hear any signs of him following. Nothing. The only thing you hear is your own racing heart and the blood rushing through your body. You feel hot, shaky, and a little sweaty—your feet are sweating through your socks.
Your socks.
You forgot your fucking shoes in his room.
Groaning, you sink down to the floor and peel off your socks, freeing your overheated feet. You replay the event in your mind as you stare emptily at your toes, wiggling them all one by one. You just had to go and try to hug him—you couldn’t just be patient and wait for him to one day, just maybe, initiate it himself. At the very least, you could have been more careful. You think it might have been a nice hug otherwise. You can still feel the crisp fabric of his pants and the warmth he radiates; you can smell the light scent of smoke and cologne on his clothes. The button of his pants had been against your cheek, and you have no control against the intrusive thought of how the bulge in his pants had felt.
Smacking your cheeks with your palms, you shake your head, as though it would toss the thought out. You need to stop being a little creep and get your shoes. You have one pair of shoes, and you are not willing to walk barefoot anywhere in Pentagram City. The longer you leave them there, the more likely you are to abandon them entirely in hopes of never having a confrontation with Alastor. Well… maybe you could ask Charlie to get you a new pair of shoes? You groan at yourself; you’re already trying to get out of it.
You push yourself to your feet and dust off the skirt of your dress. You take quiet, slow steps towards his room. You can do this. Just don’t think about it. Did he like it? No, stop it. Did it excite him, like it excited you? Stop that! You’re wet—maybe from fear, maybe from arousal. Your hands are shaking as you reach for the doorknob. You contemplate whether it would be best to knock or simply crack the door open and grab your shoes without entering. Alastor is polite, though; you know he’d much rather you be decent and knock.
Heart racing, chest heaving with tiny and anxious breaths, you tap your knuckles against the door. It opens almost immediately.
“Yes, dearest? Have you calmed down now?”
You can’t bring yourself to look at his face; instead, you resort to looking at your bare feet. “I—um, I realized I forgot my shoes here,” you mumble, fidgeting with the hem of your dress.
He laughs at this—it makes you shiver, and you hope he doesn’t notice. “You were in quite the hurry,” he teases. “What scared you so badly, darling?”
You mean to simply snatch your shoes and flee, but the moment you cross the threshold, he’s closed the door behind you. Your heart is pounding, as though it thinks you’re sprinting down a hallway from a monster. But it’s just Alastor! He’s never harmed you, only kept you safe—and yet, you feel like you’re caught in a trap. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating from behind you; he’s close, and for once, you wish he’d be less comfortable with you in his personal space. Despite this, you can’t bring your dumb feet to move. You are caught like a deer in headlights.
“What’s wrong, pet?” He’s never called you that before. It’s new and exciting, even though you internally scold yourself for the warm feeling building up in the depths of your gut. “Why have you gone quiet? You’re not ignoring me, are you?”
His fingers ghost over your hair as he speaks, his hand finally coming to rest on your shoulder. It’s not as though you’re hiding your discomfort well, but that doesn’t stop him. Alastor’s left hand comes from behind you and cups your chin, slowly drawing you back until your spine touches his leg. You shut your eyes. You won’t look at him; it makes you feel at least a little less exposed, even if you know he can see the red in your face all the same.
“I don’t appreciate the silent treatment, dearest,” he warns, giving your cheeks a squeeze. “I guess I’ll have to find a way to snap you out of it.”
You’re lifted off of your feet; the sudden feeling of instability makes you open your eyes, even though you try to resist. Before you can register it, Alastor has dropped you on his bed—a bed that seems rarely used—and is now kneeling before you.
“You’ve been terribly rude, pet,” he chides, resting his hand on your knee. “First you get so close to me, then you run off and leave me wanting? Now you come back and refuse to say a word to me.” He clicks his tongue in disdain; its the feeling of his claws digging in to your skin that truly express his displeasure. You shift in place, but keep your mouth sealed. Your mind is blank, anyhow.
When his claws pierce your skin, you move out of reflex, jerking your leg away from his hand. Alastor’s grip is iron-clad and holds you in place so tightly that you can’t even move it a millimeter. Your skin feels hot and cold at the same time, and goosebumps are running up and down your arms. Your mind is getting hazy, to the point that your vision blurs as his other hand creeps up the skirt of your dress.
You try to control your breaths, try to look anywhere other than him. He’s relishing the sight of you as his fingers curl around the waistband of your frilly bloomers. He grips your hip harshly—you know it will leave a reminder in the form of a bruise later. His thumb lightly brushes over your clit, and your toes curl in response. It’s like he’s fascinated by the response your body has to it; he’s watching every twitch, shiver, and shake as he toys with you. Finally, a mewl escapes your lips. Something about the noise draws him out of whatever it is that he’s thinking, and he looks you in the eyes.
“I’m nothing if not a gentleman, darling,” he says, relaxing his grip on you. “So… yes or no?”
This is closer to the Alastor you’re familiar and comfortable with. He looks so calm and pleased that it’s like it’s just another day for him, one where he does not have his hand in your underwear and he’s just making you feel special by gracing you with a pat on your head. The familiarity is reassuring, and you’re such a sucker for how special he makes you feel, so surely there’s no harm in this…
“Yes,” you finally eke out.
Alastor’s grin widens; his thumb immediately resumes teasing you. His other hand strokes up and down your thigh, his claws tickling you and leaving red streaks in their wake. You moan again and are met with the reminder of his watchful gaze; unable to take the feeling of scrutiny anymore, you grab the lapel of his coat and tug on it.
You hear him chuckle and crack your eyes open again. He’s released you—for now—to shrug off his coat and set it aside.
“An eye for an eye, pet?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to agree to this suggestion; he pops open the buttons on the back of your dress in one quick motion. Your dress is pulled from your body, leaving you and your bloomers entirely exposed. You instinctively cover your chest with your forearm. This is hardly an eye for an eye—and you know, deep down, that he knows that and enjoys every bit of imbalance between you two. And you do, too, even if you don’t want to admit it.
His hands are on you again, this time running up and down your waist, back, thighs, and chest. He’s parting your legs and moving in between them, leaning down to press his lips to your throat. You whimper, now suffocated by the dizzying smell of tobacco. Alastor gives you a gentle peck, before his teeth graze your delicate skin and earn a moan from you. You instinctively bristle from the delightful pain, and he pushes your legs apart again.
“Relax, sha,” he murmurs against your neck. “Relax. Would I let you get hurt?”
Yes. He absolutely would. You know that, and you stuff it down. Who cares? Who cares if you get a little hurt? If he lets it happen? If he’s the one to do it, if he’s the one watching and enjoying it, that’s all that really matters.
So you relax for him and melt in to his touch, letting him guide you down to the soft bed. You don’t resist when your bloomers come off. You’re completely exposed to him, and he’s simply standing over you, grinning at the sight. The one sacrifice he does make is his gloves, shedding them to feel your skin in its full glory. His hands are much warmer without his gloves on; the feeling of them rubbing your legs is soothing.
“Alastor,” you mewl—for a moment, you realize just how pathetic and weak you sound, but decide that it’s fine to be pathetic and weak for him and slip back in to your haze. For every inch of fog clouding your mind, Alastor seems to gain a new degree of focus. You can’t tell exactly what it is he’s so focused on, so hungry for, but you enjoy it all the same.
“You sound so lovely when you say my name.” His voice sounds so different now—animalistic, growling. Your heart rate spikes again, but you’re not about to back out now, so you enjoy the adrenaline rush as you gaze up at the ceiling. You hear a shift of fabric, feel him moving between your legs as he looms over you. He slips one hand underneath you to feel the small of your back, and you finally realize what he’s about to—
“Ahh!” you hiss, curling your spine as you reflexively try to escape the source of the pain. You’re brought back to the reality of your situation for a brief moment; Alastor is over seven feet tall, you are definitely not, and he is definitely entirely proportionate for his height. It hurts, worse than anything you think you’ve felt before. You feel like you’re splitting open, despite how wet you are and the fact that he’s barely inside of you.
Alastor’s hands hold you in place by your hip and your arm. You can feel his own excitement and agitation from the tightness of his grip—so tight he’s trembling in the slightest—and the hint of sweat on his palms. “Behave, sha,” he orders through his teeth. He’s trying to suppress your squirming as much as possible, but you can still wriggle in his grip, and every movement of your hips sends a wave of pleasure through him. “Relax and behave.”
Your body is slowly adjusting to the pain, and his voice is bringing you back to that lovely, pleasurable haze. You force yourself to stay still and breathe through it.
“That’s it,” he murmurs with a sigh. “Good girl.” You shudder at the words, and he pushes himself further inside of you. You don’t struggle this time; you simply yelp in pain and squeeze your eyes shut to bear it. He releases your arm to grab you by your chin, forcing your head up. You open your eyes, your face contorted in pain; he’s smiling, of course. It’s a feral, sadistic smile, but it’s not quite the same one you’ve seen before he rips apart some idiot trying to wreck the hotel. This one is different, and you hope it’s one he’s reserved only for you. No matter how frightening it is, you’ll still delight in the honor.
You manage to relax a little more, having adjusted to the feeling of being torn in two. Alastor sighs at the feeling and once again pushes further inside of you. Every effort of yours to behave will be rewarded like this—with more pain, blood, and tears that prick your eyes. You had your chance to say no. You still could. But you don’t. You’re special. He wants you. And you want him—you want him to degrade you, too.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, sha?” he coos in a tone of faux concern. Still, you whimper and nod, curling your fingers in to the linens beneath you. “I know, pet, I know. It must hurt terribly.” Another inch inside of you, another swallowed scream.
“P-please,” you beg. You barely even realize the words are spilling out of your mouth. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”
“You can,” he assures, his hand moving down to your throat. No matter how much he wants to, he doesn’t squeeze. Not yet. He’ll save that for another time, another day. There’s nothing wrong with denying a bit of pleasure now to make it sweeter later. “You can and you will. I will make you.”
You try to scream when you feel the sensation of a burning, sharp pain pierce further inside of you, but he clamps his hand over your mouth.
“No,” he breathes. “You won’t make a sound unless you’re quiet about it. I am the only one who can hear you. This is just for me.”
You swallow back the scream; it feels like it’s still stuck in your chest, making it ache as it tries to beat its way out through your sternum. It’s too painful to breathe. Every single movement is painful. This is as far as he can go without really hurting you—without you truly breaking apart. You can smell blood. You feel like you can maybe taste it, too. The sight of it only spurs him on, and he pounds in to you without any concern for the pain it will cause you.
You can’t even scream; it’s too sudden. Once the waves of pain truly set in, you let out a weak cry and grab on to his arms in an effort to steady yourself. Spots of all colors are appearing in your vision as the sounds of the room—skin against skin, muffled groans that he’s trying to hold back, your own crying—get further and further away. Your grip on him loosens, and he notices.
“I can’t keep going if you’re sleeping, pet,” Alastor taunts, grabbing you by your chin and squeezing. When your pupils only dilate further, he takes a handful of your hair and pulls, giving your head a shake. That does it; you’re awake enough, for now. “There you are.”
You can’t escape the pain. You just have to live with it. Any time he sees you slipping out of consciousness, you’re awakened with a sharp jolt of pain. And now his movements are too fast, too harsh to even begin to pass out. Tears freely flow down your face at this point, as freely as the blood pooling beneath your thighs.
“A-Alastor,” you sob, one hand reaching up for him. “Please.”
The pathetic sight of you stupidly reaching for him is what sends him over the edge. His claws curl in to your skin, and blood drips on to the linens beneath you. He’s looming over you as you feel warmth replace the feeling of an icy knife in your belly, spilling out of you and on to your legs. His eyes are closed, he’s panting, and his brow is furrowed. You like the sight of it, but you can’t fully enjoy it when he’s still causing you so much pain.
Finally, his eyes open, and he pulls away from you without warning, sending another ripple of pain through you. You’re throbbing. You feel like you’ve been impaled and suffocated. You definitely did not cum. And yet, when the look on his face softens, the pain lessens. He’s back to the gentleman you know and adore.
“Oh dear,” he sighs, resting his cheek against his hand—a hand covered in your blood. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
As he helps you bathe and feeds you a potion to help heal some of your wounds, you let that haze settle in permanently in a part of your brain. As long as he makes you feel special, as long as he calls you sweetheart and pet and sha, you’ll take whatever pain he throws at you.
#dead dove#dead dove do not eat#dark fic#yandere!alastor x reader#mdni#miasmal writes#size difference
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i simply feel that if you burn shit in your roommate’s skillet you should then feel the obligation to be the one who scrapes it out and cleans up
#sometimes i think about the fact that i’m literally the only person who’s cleaned the kitchen in this place for the entire year and a half#i’ve lived here and i get. a little pissed off#i’ve tried being polite and bringing up the problem without explicitly pointing fingers by leaving cleaning products (which i bought)#out on the counters and sending a text in the group chat like ‘hey! 😊 i got these wipes for us! i think that all of us could#use these a little more often so that the kitchen doesn’t get so gross!’ but it seems that everyone either has no sense of shame or just#genuinely doesn’t mind living in filth for the periods between the marathon cleaning sessions i do every few weekends when i have the time#one of the guys who lives downstairs will just walk right by me cleaning up on his way to the fridge and pretend he can’t see me#which is still better than the other one (the one who just burned shit in my skillet) who once saw me cleaning and asked if he could help#and when i got all pleased and asked if he could maybe take the trash out for me while i was cleaning counters (a small and simple task!#when he’d literally asked me if there was anything he could do!) he visibly deflated. said ‘well i’m not really around here much [so it’s#not my trash in there etc.]’ and wandered off. without doing anything#like. HELLO???? you could have just been like the other guy and pretended you didn’t see me doing all the work if this was how you were#going to be about it#but i guess he wanted to feel good about himself having offered/expected me to just say ‘oh no thanks i love being your housekeeper 😊’#tbh i really need to be more assertive and be like ‘hey guys i’m sick of this’ and maybe. bring up the Sexism of it all. because.#you know. the whole situation feels pretty gendered#was complaining about all this to an irl friend the other day and she said i should start a chore chart but i don’t want to be responsible#for maintaining the chore chart either! take on the mental load of managing the housework and also turning into Resident Bitch for asking#men to do things for me. you know. there is simply no way out here#there is another woman who lives here as well but unfortunately i don’t think she’ll be much help in forcing the issue because. she doesn’t#clean shit either!#actually in the days since she moved in the shower drain in our bathroom has become horrendously clogged which. well. i mean not to point#fingers but one of us has got about two inches of hair and the other has got a foot and a half. so#i also simply feel that if you clog a drain you should be the one to unclog it but i’ll probably do that as well#sorry for the massive tag rant by the way i really shouldn’t make myself out to be some kind of martyr because i’m not particularly neat#myself but…. ooooh god if the bar isn’t all the way down in hell#anyway i just did a whole bunch of dishes but i left that one skillet to soak passive-aggressively overnight#i don’t think the aggression will come across though because i think he genuinely won’t even pay attention to the fact that it’s still#dirty and i’ll end up being the one to clean it tomorrow#caseyposting
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u and ur future wife on the beach ? i’m not on the beach rn wym
#showed this to Sarah and she said ‘who is this’#and I said ‘idk’ and she said ‘’well you better find out bc I’m gonna beat their ass’#so be warned ig#do u like my reaction meme choice bc I love it#pigeon#anon#bc that’s actually the exact face both Sarah and I made#also I don’t know if there’s a polite way for me to say that if you don’t know me personally this is kind of a weird thing to say#like it’s funny!!#but also if u don’t know me u shouldn’t be making jokes abt being my wife lmfao#I will be a terrible life partner baby u dont want that#be better to urself 💙 set ur standards higher 💙
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Love that in the last five minutes, I have been, by someone my own age;
A) told to shut the fuck go three times
B) been flipped off
C) told to go die in a fucking car
And got to respond with “oh! That’s very mature.” And “that’s the sort of thing we don’t say to togther people, becuase its not a nice and hurts their feelings”, because I don’t get to be mad about something
And that no one did a thing about it ✌️
#The worst I get to do back is talk like I’m taking to a three year old#Condescending. That’s the best I get to be when someone says I should die#You know what how dare you??? How dare you talk to me that way??? How dare you talk to anyone like that?#I would literally never in my life tell someone to go die#Even when I’m arguing I wouldn’t tell someone to shut the fuck up because it’s totally pointless and degrading#I would not dream of shoving my middle finger in someone’s face becuase I’m in middle school#I would never flip someone off period!#Notably I did not return the middle finger even in the presence of one right in my face#Because I don’t get to be upset#Hey you know my moms a nice person who tries to help people and be kind and perky and extroverted#And she also gets pissed all over and cussed out and also gets to respond in mature appropriate ways#Generational trauma!#You be a good person to everyone. Oh no they aren’t gonna be a good person to you. You have to be nice to them because it’s your job.#Once you stop being polite you’re a dumb bitch. You snap back and no one will ever listen to any of your opinions again#Stopped my mental health haitus soley to psot this becuase apperantly real life is worse for my mental health
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lowkey hate when my mom is like “i hate that everything has to have a label/be put in a box”
#like i understand what she’s saying. but also it’s like#idk. when queer people use microlabels or have a million labels for themselves.#ok. not my problem. it doesn’t affect me in any way#this time we were talking ab politics and i wa s explaining why socialism literally isn’t bad (she agrees lmfao)#and how a lot of people in america don’t understand socialism. and she said that and it’s like#yeah i know. like I Know that identifying as One Political Thing is hard bc u don’t agree w all the ideals#but for the sake of people who lack critical thinking we have to ‘put ourselves in boxes’#until we can get people to think critically ab shit#which may never happen#IDK ALSO. PUT URSELF IN A BOX AND THEN DECORATE THE BOX FOR URSELF. THE BOX CAN MEAN SMTH DIFFERENT TO U THAN TO ME!!#u aren’t defined by a box#that’s the point here
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Ok like yes I do say hi a lot but also I have no object permanence or concept of time and I’m trying to train myself out of greeting people when I see them (bc sometimes I see them repeatedly but Yknow. Object permanence/concept of time causes me to say hi to you like 5 times in one hour) but also. Feels wrong and bad to just. Tell people to go things without saying hi first. I need to find something to do instead
#like I don’t wanna annoy people!#i think some people need to be more polite when they want to ask someone to stop doing things#like. don’t lead with. you’re annoying! or any sort of mocking tone#but like. i need to find a way in my head to say hi in a more tolerable way but also not one that makes me feel like I’m ignoring the person#but I need to make audible sound to get peoples attention?#i suppose I could be like hey _____? you have this :)#and that’s like. friendly. but not saying hi every time#ok also I just realized that one person who’s really nice I probably am also annoying her but she figured out how to talk to me#in a way where I talk for less amounts of time and she is just nice to me. bc she’s always like oh what do I have?#ohhhhhh maybe I am annoying#i don’t mean to be. unfortunately I am cursed with being overly polite making little noises and always playing with my hands and erasers#i have so many neurodivergent traits and I never know which ones r annoying until someone says something mean#and usually I don’t take it to heart and I’m like whatever I’ll do what I can but like that specific action is very ingrained in me#soup talks
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sorry bitterness consumes the soul etc etc <33 i will say though. depending on what is going through her head this could all be really fucking cruel lmfao
#like. alright. idk if she Knows i have feelings for her but given the whole blocked stories thing and whatever like. who knows#what bf said. and whether she is or was at any point genuinely confused or something because she does like him but we. hit it off. and it#was all just a Lot. like that doesn’t give the excuse for the times when it felt like she was sorta.. leading me on. yk. though maybe i was#truly delusional and stupid last semester i don’t know. maybe she just also enjoys talking to me on a friendly level and that’s fine and all#but it’d be really weird if she like. also refuses to acknowledge me outside of class? or anything like that..#or like. basically was just using me to stroke her ego in that sense if she does Know. like that would be shitty#would i like to be friends sure do i think this would absolutely crush my soul probably.#and i’d like to say ohh i don’t think she’s doing xy or z but i truly don’t know her. you know. beyond the little bits#of time we’ve had to talk about our lives and whatever#and anyway. it is stupid that i’ve spent so long trying to guess at what’s on her mind cause i’ll never know unless you know.#we’re ever close enough that we can talk about it or. whatever.#so. i definitely think when i see her again i’m going to take any chance i can to say something about last semester. um yk. in a way that#makes sense i’m not just insane. though i do hope that i can subtly make boyfriend seem really paranoid and weird. sorry. lol. but he was!#honestly if i were hitting on her or trying to make a move i’d understand him being like that but i was polite and friendly#so he has no business getting involved in my personal feelings! yeah i#don’t like him yeah i have feelings for his gf but you get what i mean i’m not. Trying to be an asshole here.#do i wish they’d break up? if she’s not happy. but am i going to like literally be a homewrecker? obviously not again who knows#if i even have the sway to. SORRY i’m being soooo insane one thing about me i can talk about a topic#a million times. anyway.#i just hope it’s not insane emotional manipulation or anything on anyones part i don’t know.#we have a really easy banter so i think it’ll be easy enough to talk to her and then hopefully. have a little bit more clarity as to where#we stand. yk.#abby talks#might delete this later if i decide i’m being a little tooooo 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫#i guess what i’m trying to say is. because this isn’t all the clear and obviously it’d be fine if we’re just friends. but the way we#interact is a little. idk. like we tease each other a lot and it’s like girl idk u tho… i’m having fun but huh?
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