Request by @jakiicomics:
Hiya can I ask for a request can you do like the other overblot boys and that the scenario is that they were making out with there s/o and things were getting heated with the smooches 💋 until like BAM 💥 someone interrupted them and like what would there reactions be plus would they still continue even after hehe 😜
P.s I hope you accept lots of love 💖💖💖💖💖
Warnings: Kind of suggestive; not explicit, just a lotta kissing and intimacy. Also Rook is outright stalking you both in Vil's.
(GN!reader)
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
• Riddle is actually a pretty romantic guy in private.
• Of course, in public, he has both his image and the rules to uphold. I'm not sure if the Queen of Hearts' rules have any restrictions on PDA, but even if they don't; the school rules almost certainly do. He'll still touch you, it's just kept very proper.
• I don't think he's quite as uptight in private as I may have been tempted to originally think. I still think he's clueless, but he's not a brick wall, either.
• So, yes, inexperienced kisser for obvious reasons. You'd probably have to take the lead, which he'll let you do, because he just isn't sure what is and isn't acceptable. He'll mirror your actions - if you hold him, he'll hold you back - and before you know it, he's actually learning.
• He was just about getting the hang of it when you two were interrupted by-- "Whoa."
• Riddle's eyes snapped open in an instant, meeting Ace's wide-eyed, jaw-dropped expression. He takes a second too long to actually push you off of him, his face burning as the first year continues to just stand there in shock.
• "Get OUT!" Riddle shrieked, and that seemed to snap Ace out of whatever daze he was in, because he raised his hands in surrender and slowly backed out of the room like he was trying to escape a wild animal.
• "Don't EVER come into my room uninvited! Have you any clue how rude that is?!" - "Dude, I'm sorry!" - "A-and the audacity to just stand there and gawk-- if you tell anyone, Trappola, by the Seven, I won't just be using my Signature Spell to remove the head from your shoulders!"
• Just when you think Ace is finally leaving and Riddle is going to close the door again, the boy just had to get one final quip in. "Didn't know you had it in you."
• Riddle turns impossibly redder at that and marches right back out the door to chase Ace down, and you sit with your head in your hands, knowing you'll have to continue where you left off some other day.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
• Leona, despite spending most of his days lounging around, is near constantly stressed out and exhausted. Of course, he's got his Dorm to fret over, as well as the Spelldrive team, but most of it comes from being way too in his head and having no-one around to take him out of it.
• This changes in a relationship, and I have no idea what the popular consensus is on Leona as a boyfriend; but I see him as surprisingly clingy.
• Not in public, but I mean that whenever you're around him, he'll pull whatever tricks he has to in order to make you stay. He's a terrible influence on this front because he will encourage you to skip classes and any other responsibilities too.
• Leona is honestly kind of manipulative lmao. If you two are cuddling and you need to leave, his strategies for making you stay vary. Sometimes he'll try to act "cute". I mean talking very softly in your ear, suddenly deciding he wants to lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck (and he's just sooo comfortable now, please don't disturb him), big cat-like stretching, intentionally swishing his tail a bit, overall playing it up in the hopes of tempting you into staying for longer. And no, he does not feel any shame about this.
• Other times, he takes a more direct approach. Why would you ever choose to go to your boring-ass classes over making out with your very attractive boyfriend? Do you like history more than having his tongue in your mouth? I didn't think so.
• The problem with doing this in the botanical garden is that it is a very public and easily accessible area. And there are certain people who know they can find Leona there.
• "Leonaaa! C'mon, time to get up, you've got-- Oh."
• Leona turns his head, keeping his arms around your hips, not bothering to move you off of him. He sighed, exasperated. "Leave, Ruggie."
• "Shishishi, no need to get all aggro on me! I'm only here 'cause you're gonna miss another Alchemy class - not like I could've known you were getting busy in here."
• Leona scowled, and to your surprise and slight mortification, he grabbed your face and went right back to kissing you as if there wasn't a live audience stood right there. Thankfully, this seemed to have the desired effect, because the next thing you heard from Ruggie was a loud "ew, man! Fine! No skin off my back!" Followed by him quickly scampering away.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
• Azul is a lot of fun to distract.
• He doesn't mind having you in the same room as him as he goes through the Mostro Lounge's necessary paperwork for the day, he's good enough at multitasking that he can usually hold a conversation with you while he works. But when it's been a while since he's last looked up at you, maybe you start to feel a little neglected.
• You move your chair closer to his and he goes stiff for a brief second when you rest your head on his shoulder, but relaxes soon after. Just as he starts to write again, you snake your arms around his waist, lips pressing against his neck.
• He goes still again, face burning up as he tries to look like he's casually re-adjusting his glasses. "What are you up to?" You don't miss the way his voice wavers, and he finally meets your eyes, blushing more at the realisation that you've been staring at his face.
• "You're not paying attention to me." Azul gives a shy little laugh at that, turning around in his chair to face you. "Well, I am now."
• You kiss him, and he kisses back, either pulling you closer to hold in his lap or, if you're taller than him, being the one held in yours. Things were just barely getting started when you hear the door creak open and he shoves you away in record time.
• "Oh my," Clearly his save didn't do much though, because Jade can still see the two of you standing there red-faced and dishevelled, and puts the pieces together on his own. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
• "No," Azul claims, fixing his glasses that were hanging lopsided on his face. "What do you want?"
• "Oh no, I'm sure it can wait until you two are done here. Clearly this is more important than customer feedback." - "Jade, just tell me what it is." - "It is not as if Floyd and I were working ourselves to the bone running the Lounge in your absence while you were busy entertaining yourselves in here." - "Jade."
• By the way, yes Jade will tell Floyd about this, and no you both will never escape the teasing.
JAMIL VIPER
• Jamil is often too busy to have as much alone time with you as he would like, and given a lot of his job is dedicated to making sure Kalim doesn't die, he can't really afford any distractions. Though he has absolutely considered leaving the Housewarden to his own devices for a while so that he can sneak off to be with you, the fault would be entirely on him if anything did go wrong, so alas.
• Still, there are moments where he can have his guard down. As long as there's no threat of any potential danger, and his work then more-so becomes making sure the dormitories are clean. He really would much rather be spending his time with you on the occasions you visit the Scarabia dorm though, which is why he doesn't complain when you shove him into a nearby broom closet, close the door behind both of you and start kissing him.
• He knows he can't remain in here with you for long, so he's making the most of the time he does have. Jamil likes to be the one taking the lead, so that's exactly what he does, and no words are exchanged as he passionately steals kiss after kiss from you, with a kind of hunger you've seen on him plenty.
• The problem with getting too lost in the moment, is that neither of you notice the footsteps approaching the broom closet until it's too late and the door opens, revealing none other than Kalim.
• Jamil detaches himself from you, practically hugging the wall behind him to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, as Kalim's expression morphs quickly into one of pure shock-horror.
• "SORRY!" He yells, far too loudly, and Jamil winces at the thought he may have alerted some of the other students. Kalim slams the door again, though you can still hear him behind it. "Sorry! I'm so so sorry!"
• Silence falls then. Jamil sighs, running a hand down his face. Thinking you were alone now, you whisper, "So... You wanna keep going?"
• Before Jamil can answer, there's a knock on the door of the broom closet. "Jamil, can you give me the brush and shovel from in there? You can just slide it under the door if-"
• "Kalim! Go away!"
VIL SCHOENHEIT
• This actually happens quite frequently to the point you don't even question it anymore.
• It doesn't matter how private you two think you're keeping it. You could be in his room, knowing for certain that there's no urgent business or anything that can interrupt you, and you could even be absolutely sure that nobody saw you entering the Pomefiore dormitory and making your way to Vil's quarters.
• Because as you're on his bed, back against the headboard as he straddles you, you have full view of his bedroom window behind him. Usually, you wouldn't be looking anywhere but his gorgeous face; but you can't help it when you notice what look like a pair of eyes standing out amidst the trees and the dark of night.
• Your stomach drops and he seems to notice your gaze has drifted elsewhere. He turns around himself to see it. "What?- Oh, for the love of..." Vil groans, moving off of you and walking over to the window, rapping his knuckles angrily on the glass. The eyes retreat, shooed away like a startled bird, and he pulls the curtains closed, lips still pressed into a thin line when he turns back to see you.
• "Was it Rook again?" You ask, and he sighs deeply, returning to his bed.
• "Of course it was. Who else?"
• "You should really talk to him about doing that." You say, and he kisses you again, effectively silencing you.
• "No more talk of Rook, dear," he murmurs. "I'd much rather focus on you tonight."
IDIA SHROUD
• Idia is not a romantic. He frequently refers to you as "bro," "dude," has called you "oomf" over messages before and one time even called you "chat". Like a streamer. He's definitely the kind of guy to make fun of couples who do overtly romantic things, like pet names or holding hands, and I also have my own thoughts on his sexuality that I'm not gonna fully get into here.
• Basically, I don't think he's a very romantic or touchy person, and he won't be the one to initiate anything with you. He's more reliant on emotional connection rather than physical (and is quite needy on that front).
• That's not to say he's against it if you are the type to initiate make-out sessions with him. Just be aware that he is embarrassingly inexperienced, and nowhere near as adept at just picking it up as you go along as Riddle is.
• The ends of his blue hair flare pink as you kiss him again and again, not minding in the slightest the sloppy way in which he tries to return them. Eventually, Idia will ease into letting you do all the work, figuring that he's better this way, too.
• When he gains the courage to open his eyes, he tries not to snicker at how silly you look with your eyes closed and your face so close to his, and just as he's comparing it to those 0.5x zoom pictures of cats in his head, the door to his room opens and in comes Ortho.
• "Big brother?"
• "MMMH!" Idia shrieks against your lips, scrambling away from you, pulling his bed sheets up to his face as if to shield him. Still, Ortho doesn't appear to react to what he just saw, continuing as normal.
• "Can I go to an arcade with Deuce, Jack and Epel? It's off-campus, but nearby!"
• "Y-y-yeah, yeah, go... ahead..." Idia nodded, wide-eyed, the pink burning at the ends of his hair slowly spreading upwards. Ortho beamed.
• "Thank you!" And with that, he left. To be honest, you thought this went over remarkably well, until you heard a loud squeak come from Idia.
• "Oh nooo..." He whines, flopping down on his back with his hands covering his face. "He s-saw everything! And he's just gonna try to ignore it! Ouuuuh, t-this is gonna be so awkwaaard...! H-he's too young to have been exposed to something like that... I can never face him again...!"
MALLEUS DRACONIA
• Malleus' affection is almost annoyingly proper.
• He does like to touch you, but it often feels more like you're being pet, if that makes sense. He never really initiates anything more intimate on his own, though you've discovered that he likes hugs.
• So, one day you snap and the next time he tries to (almost condescendingly) pat your head, you grab him and pull him in for a kiss. He makes an adorably startled noise, but then you can feel him chuckling a bit as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you back.
• You pull back and he smiles at you, tilting his head. "You're bold," he purred. "For a human to yank me around like that..."
• "Shut up," you mutter, meeting his lips with your own again. He hums, and the moment is blissful, but it doesn't last.
• "Lord Malleus! Ah, there you are! Lilia has been looking for--" Malleus turns his head, and you look over his shoulder at the disturbance. "E-EH?!"
• "...Sebek," Malleus didn't let go of you as he spoke. "Could you leave us? Let Lilia know I'm... occupied."
• "Y-yes... o-of course," Sebek nodded his head, bewildered and red-faced as he glanced between you and his Lord, still in each other's arms. "I-I'll do that right away!"
• And then he runs off, stumbling a bit on his way. Malleus watches him leave for a moment, then lets out a single soft, amused laugh. "My, he seemed startled. I wonder why. Is it really so shocking to see me with you?"
• "...I think he just wasn't expecting to interrupt us. He's probably mortified."
• "Well, I just hope he gets himself together in time before talking to Lilia. I suspect he may accidentally give away what he saw..."
I haven’t seen such a rise in "fiction doesnt affect reality" preachers since 2020. And no, telling ppl "don’t like, don’t read" wont suddenly change the fact that drawing nsfw of a minor or anything inappropriate involving a minor, is considered cp.
The term “fiction does not affect reality” isn’t always 1:1. However, it simply means “this piece of fiction CAN affect your reality, but it is within YOUR power as a person to decide whether it should affect your reality or not.”
The term “don’t like don’t read” will always remain the same because genuinely nothing in this world will change if you decided to attack a person for writing something FICTIONAL (especially FAN MADE FICTION), you can always choose to not read and block people who make content you don’t like.
Drawing NSFW of minors is illegal. Infact that’s called Child Sexual Exploitation Material. That means producing exploitative materials of REAL, EXISTING, children. To put FICTIONAL characters in the same category of humans being stripped away of their humanity shows something about yourself than it does to others.
Because policing what people like to consume in fiction, fantasy, or in writing, is their responsibility to choose if this will affect them.
Using your logic, FNAF should be banned everywhere because it shows children being killed my an adult in a pizzeria meant for children; ergo it encourages murdering kids in real life.
Using your logic, Breaking Bad should be banned because it encourages people to make drugs.
And using your logic, Call of Duty should be banned because it encourages people to commit gun violence.
We understand video games don’t cause violence, so how come you guys can’t understand fiction can’t affect your reality?
M!mc: *staring longingly at the back of Leona’s head*
M!mc: *internally* There’s no way he’d go out with a loser like me… let alone give me the time of day. And even worse… he probably isn’t even into men.
Leona: *has been doodling your names together in his notebook all period*
Leona: *internally* F/N Kingscholar-L/N or Leona L/N-Kingscholar? Choices… choices…. Do I wanna have his last name first then mine or vice-versa?
Vil realizing he's in love. This man would shatter into smithereens in my head. That perfect mask of composure and self dignity cracking when he realizes he wants the readers approval, wants the reader to want him back. No body else matters but now suddenly the potato does.... Oh he's mad.
Vil maneuvering your face this way and that to his liking as he applies your orientation makeup—Every freshman deserves the fortune of Pomefiore's beauty gracing their teeny-tiny baby brains, because in the case they are not assigned under his wing this night, there is always the strength of will to be relied upon (mountains of transfer paperwork) in the path of destiny bringing new apples into the fold. Once he reaches the bow of your lips from then comes the tidal wave, and it's not exactly the usual symptoms..
A rush of icky, no-good feelings; ones that shake his steady hand and encourage him to keep you bound and caged, as to appreciate your luminosity without pause. Every orientation, something goes wrong, and every orientation, he laments his purpose as the one true champion of beauty—What is life if not to share the boons and banes of his cruel mistress? He guides your willing head forwards, into the embrace of a ruby-red liner. He wants nothing more than to share this with you.
He may be dedicated to the craft, but Vil is no masochist; besides, there is no harm in smudging your eyeliner for the sake of spending time away from them, and more with you.
Regardless .. He'd hate to send you away looking any less than perfect <3
I haven’t seen such a rise in "fiction doesnt affect reality" preachers since 2020. And no, telling ppl "don’t like, don’t read" wont suddenly change the fact that drawing nsfw of a minor or anything inappropriate involving a minor, is considered cp.
The term “fiction does not affect reality” isn’t always 1:1. However, it simply means “this piece of fiction CAN affect your reality, but it is within YOUR power as a person to decide whether it should affect your reality or not.”
The term “don’t like don’t read” will always remain the same because genuinely nothing in this world will change if you decided to attack a person for writing something FICTIONAL (especially FAN MADE FICTION), you can always choose to not read and block people who make content you don’t like.
Drawing NSFW of minors is illegal. Infact that’s called Child Sexual Exploitation Material. That means producing exploitative materials of REAL, EXISTING, children. To put FICTIONAL characters in the same category of humans being stripped away of their humanity shows something about yourself than it does to others.
Because policing what people like to consume in fiction, fantasy, or in writing, is their responsibility to choose if this will affect them.
Using your logic, FNAF should be banned everywhere because it shows children being killed my an adult in a pizzeria meant for children; ergo it encourages murdering kids in real life.
Using your logic, Breaking Bad should be banned because it encourages people to make drugs.
And using your logic, Call of Duty should be banned because it encourages people to commit gun violence.
We understand video games don’t cause violence, so how come you guys can’t understand fiction can’t affect your reality?
I’m listening 👂🏻 what’s he like? how enthusiastic is he? what position does he put you in first when he finally decides it’s time for him to sink his cock into you? how many noise complaints do you get from how loud he’s got you moaning his name?
FHSKDNFNSKSKD nawt you inbox confronting me and Hana prev tag confronting me 🙈
But I see it being one of those things where you don't take him seriously when he asks if you want to stay the night there, like: "Kalim, the love in love hotel isn't a friendship is magic kind of love..." and he leans in close, still smiling yet also deadly serious and says, "Yeah, I know. It's for sex." And it's sooooo flustering him to hear him say it so plainly that it leaves you breathlessly agreeing to spend the night with him there.
He pays of course—but it's nothing fancy, which makes it all the more scandalous for someone as rich as him to be sneaking around a seedy love hotel (Jamil would have an aneurysm if he found out). Nonetheless, he's very excited about all the features of the room: the vibrating bed, the mirrors on the ceiling, the catalog of sex toys and accessories you can have delivered via room service. You wonder if you made a mistake because of his child-like curiosity and fixation on these things.
But then he pulls you onto the bed with him, looking at you with that strangely serious smile again. It's so easy to forget how confident Kalim is. He kisses you without hesitation. There's nothing sweet, or innocent, or polite about it, making you wonder where this kind of skill with his lips and tongue comes from. He's not afraid to take what's being given, particularly the way you moan into his kisses, and how your body presses into him.
You could ask him if he's sure he wants to do this, but he never gives you the chance—greedily kissing down your body until the only word you know is his name. Tonight, he doesn't have to be the esteemed first son of the Asim family, or the happy-go-lucky nice guy everyone knows him as. Tonight, he just gets to be a man consumed by the very human lust simmering within him, the lust that you turn up to a scalding boil that not even his oasis magic can relieve.
jade had never been particularly self-conscious about his merform the way azul was, but that didn't mean he expected anyone to pay it much attention. to him, it was simply another part of himself. useful. practical. nothing worth fussing over. which was why he found himself momentarily speechless when he caught you staring. the two of you were relaxing near the water after a long day, jade partially submerged while his tail drifted lazily beneath the surface. instead of looking away when he noticed, you immediately started pointing out all the details you liked. the way the patterns along his tail seemed to shimmer when the light hit them. the elegant shape of his fins. the beautiful colors hidden beneath the water that most people never got the chance to see. jade listened quietly as you rambled, a small smile lingering on his face, but for once he seemed genuinely caught off guard. he was used to people finding him intimidating. interesting, perhaps. never beautiful. the longer you talked, the softer his expression became. eventually, he rested his chin against his folded arms at the edge of the water and simply watched you. you paused mid-sentence when you realized how intensely he was staring.
"what?" you asked. he blinked before letting out a quiet laugh. "nothing," he replied, though the warmth in his voice suggested otherwise. the truth was that he couldn't remember the last time someone had admired him so openly without expecting anything in return. no bargains. no ulterior motives. just genuine affection. when you reached over and gently brushed a hand through his damp hair, he practically melted. not visibly—he was still jade, after all—but the look in his eyes softened enough to give him away. for a brief moment, the carefully crafted composure slipped, revealing something quieter and far more vulnerable underneath. and as he leaned ever so slightly into your touch, he found himself thinking that perhaps he wouldn't mind staying like this for a little while longer.
If all the classic Disney movies took place years before in Twisted Wonderland's past, including the ones that take place in the real world or in real-world countries (Princess and the Frog, Mulan, Nightmare Before Christmas, Great Mouse Detective), would that imply that Twisted Wonderland is a version of our world, hundreds of years in the future?
I don't think Twisted Wonderland is supposed to be Earth, but set hundreds of years in the future. Magic just... doesn't truly exist in our world, and there is no equivalent for it. No amount of advancements will make magic exist in reality.
You have to keep in mind that even though we, the players, perceive the classic Disney movies as having happened in real world locations, this is NOT the case for Twisted Wonderland. No one in-universe says that Mulan ("a hero of the East") saved "China". She saved "the Land of Crimson Long". In Twisted Wonderland, the Disney films did not take place in our irl locations, they all happened in Twisted Wonderland parallels of them. Those irl locations just DON'T exist in Twisted Wonderland. It’s true that countries have been renamed, made, or lost to time in history, but I don’t think our real world countries would be named things like the Twisted Wonderland countries are, or why a lot of them would revert back to monarchies.
Another thing we need to consider is that Disney versions of real world locations are not entirely accurate to those real world locations. They aren't 1:1. Their version of ancient China (for Mulan) is not accurate to ancient China irl. Aladdin's Agrabah is not based on a single real world middle eastern locale; it blends ideas from many SWANA places. I could go on and on.
Still thinking about this AU where Yuu/You has adventures during the time loop:
Thinking about:
During Riddle’s Overblot, you’re sitting at the tables eating forkfuls of cake and sipping some tea, “You might want to move to your right if you don’t want to lose your arm, Ace!”
“What the fuck?! Prefect?!”
“Mm~ This cake is delicious~”
During the future when you meet Baul Zigvolt, you met him during a summer break at Briar Valley.
You were chatting with Malleus when Baul heard the nickname you tease Malleus with, “Human! Show respect to Lord Malleus!”
You shoved your ID at Baul and smirked, “And you show me respect, I am older than you!”
His pale face at your age made you laugh.
During another reset, you left NRC to attend RSA. Before you left though, you snuck into the headmaster’s office and stole his whip. Che’nya would later tell you that he’d see Headmaster Crowley bemoaning his lost ‘whip of love’ whenever he popped onto campus.
When Malleus and Silver were having a heart to heart about Lilia leaving in front of the statue of the Great Seven, they were surprised to see you dragging a fae by his ears to them.
You flung Lilia at them, “They are sad at your departure. Before your overgrown dragon puts us all to sleep, have a good long chat! Or I will expel all of you from school.”
In this life you were the principal of NRC.
In a loop reset when you were sent hundreds of years in the past, you became the headmaster of RSA.
You had the experience and the RSA couldn’t deny or disapprove of your credentials, so you became the headmaster with Ambrose as your secondhand.
You did pull some strings when you heard about the overblots at NRC, but mostly you enjoyed a chaotic free loop.
You greatly enjoyed seeing Dire Crowley’s sour face whenever he lost the tournaments.
chapter warning: dark fic, yandere themes, R fucking around and finding out, swearing, female rivalry at the start, one sided hatred(sort of), jealousy/envy, Nikki acting sort of like an AI bot, R is no better than a man *in a negative way*
a/n: please keep in mind that this is my first take on a yandere/dark story. Also, I tried my best to keep R realistic. Meaning that R won’t be an “innocent and helpful” kinda character. And I’m mostly testing the waters with this fic just to see how well I write.
¡not proofread!
CUPIDWONTMISS
chapter 1: wrath
summary: All you ever wished for was for bear to look at you, not as a friend but as a partner. So when you get the opportunity to wish that Nikki stoped being so obsessed with bear you take it.
What’s the saying: be careful what you wish for?
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“ I don’t know, I just think is fucking weird that all of a sudden nikki and bear just star dating.”
“Dude just get over it!”
Is all you can hear from the corner of the room, the voices belong to Sarah and Ian who started a debate weather the relationship of nikki and bear is weird or not.
You were in between of them with your red cup filled with liquor that would have a victorian child on their death bed with just a sniff. Listening to Sarah and Ian yap about their opinion that nobody asked for.
It’s been a secret of your crush on bear since the end of high school. You liked how easy it is to talk to him. His weird introverted personality when he’s with people he doesn’t know. You sometimes imagine yourself and bear together. Both of you would have a crappy apartment somewhere far and a small grey cat. You create this little fantasy world that would never happen, but you like to imagine that it does.
Even though bear and you have met each other since high school, you both aren’t really close. More like obligated friends because of work. But you like to think he likes being friends with you. You hope so…
Back at reality you turn your face at the door seeing bear…and nikki, walking together.
“I told you she’d come.” You look at Ian, holding you right hand doing a grabbing motion.
You and Ian betted $20 dollars on bear bringing nikki. Now you get to buy your daily ice coffee.
“Shit he can’t be serious…” the sigh coming from is would make a person think that he hates nikki, how ironic.
After handling the twenty’s that he owed you, Ian marched at where bear was. You could see Ian’s hands waving around indicating his annoyance.
You can’t blame him. You feel annoyed too. I mean what stuck up bitch goes to a party even though she wasn’t invited? Clearly nikki.
You roll your eyes and motioned sarah to the couch.
“Why don’t we play a game!” One of the frats shouted, and fastly everyone gathered at the table. You being forced to sit beside nikki and bear.
Which didn’t last long.
Caleb grabbed the small wood stick, and the dare said to switch chairs with someone. He chose Bear.
Nikki complained, almost like a child loosing a candy bar.
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“Kiss the person on your left.” The room got quiet.
All you could see was Nikki’s…weird frown. Completely bend down. Her body scarily still.
Until she went to Sarah and moved her.
Everyone, including you. Especially you. Became confused and almost scared. Nikki got on her knees and puckered her lips for bear to kiss, in which he did. His body still and uncomfortable.
Immediately after the kissing, Nikki backed up falling to her back screaming how “it’s not her”
You got up on the couch trying to get the farthest from her paranoid episode.
The glass cup on the table was grabbed by Nikki, who began hitting her face. Blood began pouring from her forehead.
You kept your eyes glued to her, on the blood that reacher her collarbone and into her top.
But for a second her manic eyes stared at yours. Her expressionless face scared you. She looked at you without pain in her face. The blood getting in her eyes, but she still choose to look at you.
Your staring contest ended when bear grabbed Nikki’s arm and flew out of the house.
Leaving you confused at he couch with everyone around you screaming.
“What the fuck just happened…” you think out loud.
-
On your way home, scared and traumatized on what just happened. You still think of her staring right back at you. Why was she looking at you like that.
When you look up you saw a store not far ahead, you decide to enter the store just to see if you could forget that scene back at Ian’s house.
The doors bells indicate your arrival. At the front there’s a blonde woman carelessly speaking out loud.
“Yeah whatever I don’t care….oh hey, we close soon so..”
you respond to her words with a nod of understanding and started looking around for whatever comes your way.
You turn your head thinking of just going home when your eyes cought something red and white.
It was a long but small box,
“One wish willow make a wish, impress your friends”
How silly…. You think to yourself.
Worth the try no?….
You grab one of the box, headed to the cashier and payed for it.
Leaving the store you could feel the lady stare at you but choose to ignore it.
You get in your car and waited a few seconds. Why not do the wish now?
Grabbing the box from your purse, you opened it.
Music begins making you smile at how weird the “toy” is.
Why would someone make this.
What should I wish for?…
Money?
Love?
Friends?…
Friends.
“Uhm….i wish for Nikki to stop being so obsessed with bear.”
Crack!
You break the stick in half and waited in silence for something to happen
“Wow so embarrassing..” you think in your head
There goes your 4 dollars that you could have saved.
You let your head bang its self against the wheel.
Turning on your car and driving home is what you do.
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You open the gate of your house, throwing the box of the one wish willow at the trash beside you.
Your feet’s feel worn out by the black heels you’re wearing. Hurrying to open the door and you finally are inside of your sweet old home.
You take your heels off and started massaging your feet. Eyes slowly closing as you walk toward your room.
bang bang!
Someone’s on your door knocking as if they had an urge to get inside.
You turn around and slowly walked toward the door. What’s if it’s a crazy man at the other end? What do they want? Why at this hour?
You take a deep breath and grabbed the door knob.
Swinging the door just to see her.
Nikki Freeman with her perfect dark brown hair
With a slightly crooked full smile showing all of her teeth.
Above her eyebrow you could she the injury she caused herself with the glass.
“Why did it take you so long to answer?…” her voice small but sincere
She looks at you with her head tilted waiting for an answer.
What?….was she complaining?
“Oh um…I was in..bed? I’m sorry Nikki, why are you here?” You point down at your houses floor, looking at her with tired eyes.
She didn’t seem to like that.
Her eyes start to water as she looks down, her hair cascading toward.
She started crying
“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”
Nikki whispers
“Nikki wh-“
She cuts you off by hugging you as if she could lose you.
Her grip was stronger that you thought.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s just that… me and bear broke up.” She says it fast but you cought it
“Could it be..” you think out loud making Nikki look at you
“What?..” there goes the eye contact again.
“Nothing, nothing. Get it.” You steep aside giving her space to get in.
“Can I stay please?…”
Her eyes full of gentleness
She begins to play with her hands as if shes nervous to ask
You stare at her for a while hoping to catch the joke but she’s serious.
Giving up, you nod your head slightly as her smile grew larger.
Her mood swings are getting the best of her.
Nikki follows you to your bed silently.
Behind, you could feel her eyes at the back of your head.
Sitting at the end of the bed she was. Like she just got home. As if it was her bed.
“I’m pretty tired so I’ll go to bed now.” You made her know it. With a stern voice.
She nods.
You take off your jewelry and put on a baggy shirt.
Still, looking at her through your mirror stand. She keeps her eye locked at your body. You notice she’s bitting her lips. Just slightly. Just a little.
You hurried and got beside her. Turning your back at her and grabbing the blanket, covering yourself with it.
You close your eyes, drifting off.
“Do you love him..?”
“What?” You turn your body fast to look at Nikki.
Her sleeping body meets you. You look around the room and see nobody. You drift your eyes back at the woman beside you.
Her chest falling and rising calmly. No worry in the world.
Deciding to lay back down staring at the ceiling.
Just close your eyes.
Don’t think nothing of it.
NOT WRITTEN BY AI
a/n: please ignore if this is short and slightly weird writing, I wrote this at 2 am.
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