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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt3

Tomura shigaraki x reader

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Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4

"You're surprised? Did you really think I wouldn't be offended hearing you say you don't care about me?" he asked, his voice tinged with indignation.

"What does me not caring about you have to do with anything?!? It's not like you treat me like the rest, I'm just your garbage bag that disposes of your trash remember?!"

You shout in anger it's not that you didn't care about him fuck you liked him, the way he planned things, how he commanded everyone and they listen how, you loved the way he had the world in his hands but that didn't change the way he acted.

Tomura's anger simmered beneath his expression as he listened to your outburst. The words stung, and his features hardened as he processed your accusations.

"Trash...garbage bag...is that really what you think you are to me?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and something resembling indignance.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.

"You're the one who keeps acting defiant and pissing me off. What do you expect me to do, treat you like some goddamn favorite?"

"No i don't l'd appreciate it if you treated me like toga or dabi they aren't irritated as I am because they barely pick up after your shit they aren't tired or have heavy eye bags because they can't sleep because of you!" You shout

Tomura's irritation grew as your shouting continued, his eyes narrowing further.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his jaw clenching in obvious frustration.

"Oh, so you want me to treat you like Toga and Dabi, huh?" he repeated, his tone bordering on mocking. "You want me to not be irritated by you? You want me to not make you tired and give you eyebags?"

"Yes for the love of God yes!" You shout as you laughed almost like a maniac

Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point as your laughter rang through the air, his anger surging wildly. He closed the distance between you both in a few quick strides, his body tense and his eyes burning with anger.

"You. Want. That. Huh?" he repeated, his voice low and filled with mockery. "You want me to show you some goddamn kindness and consideration?"

You stayed silent you don't want that, you'd just appreciate it if he was... just a tad kinder

Tomura's eyes flickered as he observed your suddenly quiet demeanor, your earlier outburst giving way to silence. He took a moment to process your change in attitude, his expression slowly softening.

"Huh. Now you're not so quick to shout," he remarked, his voice lowering slightly.

"Finally realized your place, huh?

Realized that you don't want kindness or consideration, after all?"

You keeped quite there really was no point in arguing with him, you nodded at his question in response, Tomura observed your silent nod, his expression unreadable. He took a moment to study your body language, his eyes taking in your weary form.

"Hmph." he grunted, his voice a mere murmur. "So you finally understand, huh? Maybe you're not as dense as I thought."

Your lips quivered trying to hold in the angry tears you had as you stayed silent

Tomura's observant gaze lingered on your face as he noticed your quivering lips and the anger welling up in your eyes. He took a step closer, his irritation giving way to something resembling annoyance.

"You look like you're struggling to hold it in," he commented matter-of-factly, his voice a touch softer than before. "What, are you trying not to cry right now?"

You clenched your fist,you weren't going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Tomura took note of your action, his eyes fixating on your clenched fist. He let out a scoff, his annoyance increasing slightly again.

"Hmph. Trying to be tough, huh?" he murmured, his voice a mix of irritation and mockery. "Still determined not to let yourself cry in front of me?"

Tomura observed your silent response, your lack of verbal reaction fueling his irritation further. He chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he taunted, his eyes flickering with a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction. "No more smart remarks or snappy comebacks?"

Tomura's irritation grew as you shook your head in response, your silent gesture only adding fuel to the fire. He took a step closer, towering over you with an air of authority.

"No verbal response, huh? Just shaking your head?" he grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. "You finally giving up on arguing with me?"

You shut your eyes trying to prevent a tear from falling as you bit your tongue and noded.

Tomura observed your closed eyes and the tear threatening to escape, his expression softening slightly. He let out a huff of irritation, his annoyance still present but mixed with something else.

"Oh, so you are close to crying, huh?" he noted, a hint of mockery still lingering in his voice. "Are you actually going to actually let yourself cry in front of me now, after holding it in for so damn long?"

"-I'm..." you let out, "I'll be right back..." you replied as you turned to leave out the room slamming it behind you

Tomura was taken aback by your sudden departure, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He watched as you turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?" he called out after you, his irritation returning full force. "We're not done here! You can't just leave like that!"

Tomura twalked behind you as he shouted

Tomura followed closely behind you, his irritation evident in his quick footsteps and frustrated voice. He couldn't believe that you had just stormed out on him like that, leaving him in the middle of their argument.

"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" he called after you, his tone a mixture of anger and frustration. "You can't just walk away in the middle of this, dammit!"

You left outside as dabi question what had happened. Dabi and Toga were there, both of them confused and concerned by your hasty exit. Dabi raised an eyebrow curiously, while Toga looked ready to launch into action.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dabi asked, his words tinged with concern. "Why are you running out like that?".

Tomura emerged from the room behind you, his eyes fixed on you as he approached the other villains. He let out a frustrated huff, his irritation evident in his voice.

"She just stormed out on me!" he explained, his words tinged with irritation. "Leaving me in the middle of our damn argument, like she owns the place.” Tomura clenched his fists angrily,

"She can't handle a damn argument properly, so she runs away like some coward!"

Dabi spoke up,

"Hey, relax a bit, boss," he said, his voice cool and calm. "She's just upset, that's all."

Dabi's words made Tomura roll his eyes in irritation, clearly not accepting that explanation.

Toga chimed in, her voice slightly raised.

"Yeah, you're being too hard on her!

She's had enough of your attitude, you know?"

Tomura grumbled in frustration, annoyed by the pushback he was getting from his fellow league members.

Tomura's irritation peaked as he shouted at both Dabi and Toga, his voice booming angrily.

"Enough! I don't need the both of you defending her!" he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing in anger. "She's out of line, and I won't stand for it! She should know her damn place!"

Toga, still standing her ground, added more fuel to the fire.

"And that's not all! She hasn't been sleeping because of you, you know?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anger.

"You've been treating her like crap and making her life hell! Cut her some slack, geez!"

Tomura's frustration mounted further as

Toga's words sank in. He huffed irritatedly, his jaw clenching tightly.

"That's bullshit!" he retorted, his voice laced with anger. "She's just overreacting!

I haven't done anything wrong, goddamn it!"

Dabi spoke up again, his voice level but firm.

"Boss, she's been working really hard for you, you know?"

Tomura grumbled in response, his irritation still evident but now mixed with a hint of defensiveness.

Tomura clenched his fists tighter, his irritation shifting towards defensiveness.

He didn't like being called out like this, especially by his own subordinates.

"Yeah, so?" he snapped back, his voice gruff. "She knows what she signed up for.

Her job is to follow my instructions, even if it means skipping some damn sleep."

Toga chimed in again, her voice rising in anger.

"But she hasn't had any proper rest in weeks because of you! She's exhausted!"

Dabi added his own input, his voice growing serious.

"And it's affecting her performance, boss.

She's not functioning at her best because she's constantly tired and stressed out."

Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point, as he struggled to find a rebuttal to Dabi and Toga's observations.

"So what if she's tired?" he retorted, his voice tense. "That's no excuse for slacking off. She knows what's expected of her, and if she can't handle it, that's her problem, not mine!"

Dabi crossed his arms, his expression hardening.

"Boss, you can't expect her to perform at her best if she's sleep-deprived. It's not fair to her, and it's bad for the entire group."

Toga added, her voice filled with anger.

"You know the reason she's not sleeping well, you jerk! It's because of you!"

Shigaraki shouts at them asking them in anger what he's suppose to do, Tomura grew increasingly frustrated by Dabi and Togas comments, his irritation turning into anger.

"Fine! Then tell me what l'm supposed to do, huh? What do y'all want from me, huh?" he shouted, his voice gruff and filled with irritation.

Toga, still fuming with anger, shot back.

"Maybe tone it down a bit?! Let up on her a little! She's not some superhuman or a machine, you know?!"

Dabi chimed in, his voice calm but firm.

"just give her a little slack, boss. Ease up on her workload. Let her rest every now and then."

Tomura grumbled irritatedly, his anger dissipating slightly. He knew they had a point, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Ugh, fine," he grumbled, his voice slightly softer. "'ll... ease up a bit on her, okay? I'll let her rest every now and then."

Toga looked pleased, and Dabi let out a satisfied sigh.

"That's better," Dabi commented, his voice calmer.

Toga added her own input, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

"Maybe she'll actually get some damn rest now."

Tomura grumbled to himself as he returned to the privacy of his room, closing the door behind him. He was still irritated, but at least the others had somewhat convinced him to ease up on you.

Two days have passed with ought seeing you

Two days passed after the argument, and Tomura hadn't seen you at all. He thought about you constantly, wondering why you had been avoiding him and what you were doing in your absence.

You returned knocking into his room to be let in

Tomura was lounging in his room, lost in thought, when he heard a knock at his door. He perked up slightly, curious about who it could be. He called out to the person on the other side of the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's y/n." You replied

Tomura's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a mix of emotions running through him. He hadn't seen you in days, and the longer you were away, the more he had missed you, though he wouldn't admit it.

"Y/n.." he muttered to himself before calling out again. "Come in."

Tomura's sharp gaze immediately fell upon your tired and paler appearance as you entered the room. He studied your puffy eyes and dry lips, noticing the toll the last few days had taken on you. Concern and guilt started to creep into his chest. Tomura's eyes softened slightly, his irritation giving way to a hint of guilt. He knew he was partly responsible for your haggard appearance, and that realization only added to his already growing concern.

"You look tired," he commented, his voice lacking its usual harshness.

You didn't respond to his comment except asked if he needed anything

Tomura could tell that you weren't interested in discussing your appearance or the past few days, that you just wanted to get to the point. He let out a sigh, silently acknowledging your detachment.

"No, I don't need anything right now..." he replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "but we have something to discuss."

Tomura gestured for you to take a seat, his expression serious.

"Sit down," he said, his voice firm but gentle. Once you complied, he continued, leaning back in his chair.

"It's about the past few days, and the reason you've been gone for so long," he began, his gaze studying your expression.

You reminded him that he told you he didn't care about your personal life.

Tomura's demeanor hardened at your reminder, his gaze narrowing slightly. He had said that to you in a moment of irritation, but the more time had passed, the more he had grown wary of your unexplained absence.

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," he replied gruffly, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. "I want to know where you've been and what you've been up to for the past two days."

"Somewhere..." you let out softly "what what I do is none of your concern "

Tomura frowned at your vague response, his irritation slowly rising. He didn't like your dismissive tone, and he definitely didn't like being left in the dark about your whereabouts and activities.

"Like hell it isn't!" he retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You're part of this group, and whatever you do reflects on me. So l expect you to tell me what you've been up to if I ask you a damn question!"

You were confused by his remark but still responded "I have spoken to AFO and you'll get a new member to replace me..."

Tomura's eyes widened in surprise at your words, his irritation immediately replaced by shock. He had expected a defiant response, not a resignation.

"What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. "You're... you're leaving?!“

Tomura's mind spun as he processed your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You, leaving the group without a word and All For One being aware of it. It all sounded so foreign and unbelievable to him.

"But... why?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration and confusion. "Why are you leaving?"

You looked at him in anger giving him a look he should know why.

Tomura frowned, realizing that he knew perfectly well why you were leaving. He didn't need you to spell it out for him.

"It's because of me, isn't it?" he growled, his voice filled with regret and irritation.

Tomura's frustration boiled over, the realization of his own actions hitting him like a ton of bricks. He clenched his fists tightly, his jaw tense. He knew he had been pushing you away, treating you poorly, and now he was facing the consequences.

"You... You're leaving because of me…" he repeated, his voice softer this time, tinged with a hint of regret.

Tomura's mind reeled with thoughts and emotions. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and he hated it. Losing you would be a blow to his group, both in terms of skills and emotional support.

"You... You can't leave," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "I forbid you to!".

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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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Confession

Shouta Aizawa x drunk reader

🌙Scenario/Oneshot

"Heyyy cutieee" you tell the man in the bar you’re not sure how drunk you were but sure as hell you were intoxicated with just about anything. The man chuckled and looked at you with a sly smirk. "Well, aren't you a feisty one." he said, clearly enjoying your drunken flirting.

"Yaaa I am" you hiccup leaning in for a kiss on the stranger but someone stops you, Aizawa appeared behind you and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back towards him.

"That's enough, you're coming with me." he said sternly.

"What where are we goin?" You ask as He wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you out of the bar.

"I'm taking you home. You're too drunk to be here by yourself." His low voice stated it sounded worried but aggressive

"Mhhh do you even know wha I livee?" You laugh,He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

"No, I don't know where you live. That's why I'm taking you to my place. I'm not leaving you alone in this state."

"Mhhh" you give him a hum, He’s practically dragged you out of the bar and into a taxi, making sure you didn't stumble or fall.

"You're such a handful when you're drunk," he murmured as he gave the taxi driver his address.

you start to fall asleep on Aizawa slowly playing with his hands. Aizawa noticed your head slump onto his shoulder as you started to doze off. He smiled softly, enjoying the feeling of your touch as you mindlessly played with his hands.

Aizawa's heart raced as you played with his fingers, your grip on them unyielding. He gulped as you began to kiss his fingers, soft little taps that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. He tried to remain stoic, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed him.

"When are we getting outtt" you whined.

Aizawa tore his gaze from your wandering hand and looked out the taxi window.

"We're almost there." he replied, his voice strained. He wanted to look back at you, to watch your every move, but he forced himself to keep his eyes averted, his willpower being tested. You continue with why you were doing to his fingers giving them multiple kisses Aizawa couldn't help but gasp as your lips touched his fingers, leaving several light kisses along the digits. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mixture of desire and confusion coursing through him.

"You..you're drunk," he stuttered, trying to regain his composure. "

You don't know what you're doing."

"Mhhh", "I know who I want to doo~" you giggle to yourself

Leaving aizawa a blushing mess furiously as your words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. But he forced himself to remember that you were drunk and not in your right mind.

"You don't," he stated firmly, even as his body ached to pull you closer.

"You don't know what you're saying. You're just drunk and talking crazy."

"Waaa I doo!" You exclaim grabbing onto the taxi drivers collar

Aizawa's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the taxi driver and back towards him.

"No, you're not," he hissed, his grip on your wrist firm, "You're not going anywhere near any other man tonight. You're coming with me."

"Mhhh nooo" you look at him with sadness

Aizawa's heart ached at the look of sadness in your eyes, but he was resolute. He leaned in close, his grip on your wrist unwavering.

"Yes, you are," he stated firmly, "You're coming with me, and you're not leaving my sight for the rest of the night. You need to sober up and come to your senses….” Quietness filled the car ride untill you spoke up.

"This car is so boring..."

Aizawa rolled his eyes at your statement, but he couldn't help but agree with you. The taxi ride felt like it was taking forever, with the silence and the tension growing between the two of you.

He decided to try and distract you, anything to divert your attention from the boredom and the alcohol coursing through your system.

"Hey, why don't you tell me why you were out drinking tonight? Why were you at some random club anyway?" He question With curiosity.

"Trying to distract myself" you hiccup

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at your response. He could sense that there was something deeper behind your drinking, something you were trying to escape from.

"Distract yourself from what?" he inquired, his voice gentle yet persistent.

"What has you so worked up that you feel the need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Oh aizawaaa you wouldn't understand” you reply in despair

Aizawa's expression softened at the hint of despair in your voice. He had an inkling that he knew what you were going through, more than you might realize.

"Try me," he said gruffly, shifting closer to you in the cramped taxi. "I may be a jaded teacher, but I'm not completely oblivious to the troubles of life. Whatever it is you're dealing with, I might understand more than you think." he chuckles at his words.

"Uggg fine since you insist, I was distracting myself from love " you snuggle next to him

Aizawa's heart ached as you revealed the source of your turmoil. He had suspected it might be something along those lines, but hearing you confirm it made his chest tighten with emotion. He wrapped his arm around you, allowing you to snuggle closer to him.

"Love, huh?" he murmured, his voice soft.

"It can be a real thorn in the side sometimes, can't it?"

"Yes... it can... and it hurts a lot Aizawa ... it hurts so much..." you start to calm down with tears filling your eyes, Aizawa felt the pain in your words, the raw emotion behind them. He could see the tears welling up in your eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"I know it hurts," he replied, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sorrow,

"Believe me, I understand. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It can be messy, complicated, and yes, it can hurt like hell."

"I just wish he'd love me too..." you sigh

Aizawa's heart sank further as you voice your wish for reciprocated love. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about could it be torshino or possibly hizashi?, it weighed heavily on his mind. He tried to maintain a neutral expression as he asked,

"This...this person you're in love with, he doesn't love you back?"

" I'm not sure... but sometimes I just feel he doesn't love me .. I just know it ..."

Aizawa felt the sadness in your voice, the uncertainty and the despair. He knew that feeling of insecurity and doubt all too well.

He pulled you a little closer, his arm tight around you in a comforting gesture.

"Sometimes our own insecurities can cloud our judgment," he said softly, "It's possible he does love you but doesn't know how to express it, or maybe you're misreading the signs."

"He's so handsome ..., he's everything to me, he's someone l'd die for..." you bite your lip holding in the cries, He tried to remain composed, but his voice wavered as he spoke,

"You feel so strongly for him. It's clear he means the world to you..."

"He does ..."

Aizawa nodded slowly, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He could hear the depth of your feelings behind those words, the devotion and loyalty you held for this person.

"And does he know how you feel about him?" he asked quietly, his eyes fixed on your solemn expression.

" mhhh no ... I'm afraid ... he'll say no... he's very busy... he's a teacher yk ..." you laugh at the teacher comment Aizawa's heart sank even further at your response, realizing you were talking about a fellow teacher his suspensions could be true he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with a flicker of hope. He tried to sound casual as he replied,

"Ah, a teacher huh? Yep, we're a busy bunch, always grading papers and dealing with troublesome students." He chuckles

"Yes he's so cute when he's in his sleeping bag" you giggle and position yourself to say on his lap

Aizawa's breath hitched as you moved to perch on his lap, your words sending a wave of confusion and...dare he say, pleasure through him. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression, his body tensing under your touch.

"Ah, the sleeping bag," he managed to respond, his voice slightly strained. "Yes, that's my preferred napping method in the teacher's lounge."

"Yes he's so cute I love him so much" you try not to doze off his warmth Aizawa's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he wanted to correct you, to tell you to stop speaking so honestly. But on the other hand, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt hearing you praise him, even if you possibly mistook him for another teacher. He shifted a little uncomfortable under you, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"You... You think he's cute, huh?" he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.

" yes so cuteee i love him so much..." as you doze off before whispering his name "shota... mhmhm love you so much..."

Aizawa's heart skipped a beat as you sleepily murmured his name and confessed your love. A mix of shock, disbelief, and something else stirred within him it was him.. you loved him, this causing his chest to tighten as he looked down at you as you dozed off on his lap, your words playing in his mind on repeat. He sat there, conflicted and torn, his feelings a tangled mess.

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Husband/ Shouta Aizawa x reader

⚡️edge

you slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door. Wondering where your husband could be, Pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband sat up working.

Shouta noticed the sudden opening of his door, and he snapped his head up to look at you. "You should be asleep..." He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.

"You should be asleep with me " you smile at your husband. Shouta couldn't help the small smirk that crept across his face as you spoke.

He leaned back in his chair and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure for a minute. He chuckled lightly.

“You're distracting me, you know?"

You walk over to his desk with a hum

" I can always leave you alone then”. A shiver ran down his spine as you leant down and whispered in his ear. He looked at you with that all too familiar smirk before gently grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

"No, no..." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. "Stay."

You giggle at his actions and began stroking his hair softly "you're so cute..." you tell him

Your touch was a welcome distraction, and his smirk widened as you called him cute. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

"And you're a pain in my ass..." He mumbled, leaning into your touch even more as he spoke.

"Oh? I am" you giggle at his words and snuggle at his chest, Shouta chuckled softly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His hands rested on your waist and he began rubbing circles with his thumbs into your skin.

"You are. You can't even let me work in peace..." He sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in his tired voice. "Mhhh" " im not your peace yk" you chuckle as you began to kiss his neck softly. A low hum rumbled in Shouta's throat as you started kissing his neck. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you in place on his lap. He titled his head, giving you better access to his neck as he closed his eyes again. You start to kiss and suck of his neck leaving purple love marks on your loving husband teasing his member

Shouta let out a shaky breath as you marked his neck, slowly becoming covered in hickeys. He groaned as you began to tease him, he moved one of his large hands up to grip your hair.

"Ah... you're such a tease..." He mumbled as you continued leaving love bites across his neck.

"Mh I know~ it's just so fun looking at your reaction my love" you say as you continue teasing him. He chuckles softly, his breath hitching every now and then with a small gasp or a soft moan as you continued marking him. Opening one eye to look at you, his pupils dilated and his expression was one of pure need.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." He huffed.

You laugh at his words once again and pull on his scarf pulling him closer to you, you kiss his soft lips, As he leaned returning your kiss with just as much passion his tongue traced at your lip, silently begging for access to your mouth.

One of his hands tangled in your hair, pinning you in place to keep you from pulling away and teasing him further.

"When your done we can do more things” you tell him, Shouta froze at your words, heat rising in his cheeks once again. he broke the kiss, and stared at you for a few seconds without speaking. He smirked, his gaze dark and almost predatory as he stared up at you.

He slowly moved a hand up to your thigh and started rubbing up and down. "Oh, really? What did you have in mind?"

"you'll find out later baby~" you reply as a soft groan escaped from Shouta's throat as you continued to tease him through his pants. "You're driving me insane..." He mumbled, his grip on your thigh getting even tighter.

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Needy Izuku Midoriya x Reader

🌟Smut

It was a early morning although it was prohibited you and izuku slept in the same room you would sleep Separately during the weekdays but during The Weeknd’s you would take turn sleeping in each others room, “Izuku wake up bunny” you spoke to him softly and you moved strands of hair off his face sitting up you felt izuku hug your waist “ Just 5 Minutes…” he groaned softly, you giggled as you unhooked his hands from you and placed the blanket over him. You stood up to stretch going into the bathroom to brush you teeth , Izuku soon woke up by your missing presence sitting up he rubbed his eyes and picked up his shirt from the floor putting it on, he got up and walked towards you hugging you from behind.

“What are you doing my love?” izuku asked as he gave you soft kissed in your neck, “nothing bunny we need to hurry and change or else we’ll be late to your moms house, you know she worries even if we’re a minute late” you say as you turn around to kiss him in the check leading to his lips a final kiss you smile and turned into the room to change leaving Izuku flustered and needy.

-time lapse to his moms house 🏡-

Izuku knocks on the door but before he could finish the first his mom opens the door, “Izuku ! your here and early! “ she hugs him tightly “ and you sweetie how are you” she turns to hug you , “ I’m good miss Midoriya how are you? “ you smiled as you return her hug and give her a kiss in her cheek, “ Moommm come on let’s go in it’s freezing out here” Izuku holds his mother by the hand helping her go in, “oh yes I’m sorry Izuku I’m just exited to see you two specially y/n she’s good for you! “ you laugh by her remark and smile, “ thank you miss midoriya but I have to say your soon is too good for me” you say as you looked towards Izuku a red

fluster face giving you a goofy smile, “such nonsense and please dear so many times call me inko you already apart of the family” she exclaims with a smile as she goes to the kitchen “well I’m going to make something to eat I didn’t know if I should start before you two got here but it won’t be long!” Inko said happily as she got to work, “okay mom were going to look at my room” as he grabbed you hand leading to his room he closed the door and pinned you against the wall, “bunny? What’s wrong?” You asked looking into his green eyes they reminded you of a beautiful forest, “ your such a tease princess… you know how to turn me on with your beautiful actions..” he kissed your soft lips and he made one hand hold your wrist up your head and the other going down your pants and underwear teasing your womanhood. “Izu… o-oh..” you quivered in between your words as you struggled to stay up, “you always know how to make me flustered and needy but your twice as fragile” izuku whispered by your ear slowly going down to your neck giving you kisses and he led you to his old bed making you lay down taking off your pants and panties along with just pulling down his showing his member. “Izu .. please just put it in” you spread your legs as you lock them on his shoulders pulling him in making his dick touch your pussy right by the entrance. He grabbed his dick and smiled looking into your eyes he rubbed your entrance slowly, this drove you crazy as he knows it makes you beg. “ do you want it princess?” He asked in a seductive voice playing with your hormonal feelings, “yes bunny please I want you so bad” you started grabbing his member in an effort to put it in yourself. “No no princess you know you can’t do that” he smiled as he grabbed his dick putting only the tip in and out, This drove you crazy you needed him and gas you wanted him to just rail you hard and fast you wanted to take all his length as you moaned by his actions he slowly slipped it in and it drove you crazier. “Izu please don’t tease me please just take me I want you in me ~” you said as you tried to not moan in between words. “O-o-oh yeah princess you fell so good, s-so tightttt..” izuku said as he groaned fucking you slipping it in and out fast holding your hips as you locked your legs around him covering your mouth trying not to alert his mom he kept groaning unexpectedly finding your sweet spot it alerted you and made you let out a moan which lead izuku to keep hitting it faster and faster repeatedly “you like that princess?.. o-oh yeah your so beautifulll nhhhhgg” izuku moaned “ your so good y/n just gooddd”, this turned you on even more as you let out moans not loud but enough for his mom to heard, “Izuuuuuu~ baby~” you moaned as he grabbed your hip with one hand and the other covering your mouth, “do you want to get caught baby? You want to show my mom how much of a mess you are ?” Izuku smirked as he keeped railing in you, hearing his dirty words make you be alert and kept you sane in efforts of trying not to let loud noises out the last thing you wanted was for miss inko to hear you and question the noises, you could feel yourself finish locking your legs hard on izuku he also finished in you as his hot semen filled you with a final grunt coming out of him. “ are you alright sweetheart I’m sorry if I was bad… did you enjoy it?” Izuku questioned covered you with a blanket as he adjusted his pants and waited for your response, “Izu… you’re a monster… a fuckable monster…” you lunged to hug him and bring him towards you giving him a messy hot kiss…..

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Hey,

If I were to tell y’all about my Minecraft Movie re-write that is nothing like the actual movie, would you guys be interested?

Because……..

the shit 14 year old sad girls can make man

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Hey this is just a random writing thing for practice. Lmk what you think but this is mostly for fun. Or it’s supposed to be for fun.

Chapter 1

“No! I don’t want to go!” The room had spun; the world had been thrown from its axes before shattering like a glass vase against a wall. “Grandma! Please, don’t do this! I don’t want to go with them! I want to stay here!”

“Arielle, I don’t have a choice. The courts have deemed your parents fit to take care of you now,” Her grandmother said, her voice soft, trying to be comforting. It wasn’t working.

“They live in the middle of nowhere! I won’t be able to see you!” Arielle had cried. She wouldn’t be able to see her grandmother, her aunties, her uncles, her cousins, and her friends!

“You can visit, and we will visit you once you get settled down,” Her grandmother had tried to reason.

“I’m in my junior year of high school! I won’t know anyone, and I will be alone!” Arielle had argued.

“You will have your parents,” her grandmother had said. “Arielle,” her grandmother put her hands on Arielle’s face. Her grandmother's hands were warm and worn from all the work she had done over the years: working in the hospital, the church, and teaching Arielle how to become a practitioner. “I have no choice. The courts are making you go. If there were a way to make you stay, I would’ve done it by now. You know that.” Arielle did know that, but it didn’t matter to her because of its unfairness. Her life was being ripped from up under her, and there was nothing either of them could do. The days leading up to Arielle’s move had been quiet. Arielle barely spoke to anyone; she sat at the altar for her ancestors and prayed that anyone stop this from happening. But every prayer went unanswered. The day of the move was worse. All her family and friends had come to wish her a goodbye. But it went by in a blur; she couldn’t see due to all her tears. Her father opened the car's passenger side door for her, but she ignored him and went into the backseat. They drove in silence for a few hours before her father tried to speak to her, engage her in any type of conversation, but when nothing worked, he sighed and said,

“I know this is hard for you. You haven’t seen your mother and me in years, but we got better. Not only are we two years sober, and we also have great-paying jobs. We got our lives together for you. We just want to build a good relationship with our daughter.” Arielle had summoned the meanest and most vindictive glare she could muster before turning it on her father and saying,

“If you wanted a ‘good relationship,’ maybe you should’ve tried talking to her instead of forcing her to uproot her life away from everyone she loved and making her leave the one place she had ever known. Have you ever thought of that?” Her father never responded, and Arielle looked out the window as they left the city of New Orleans and drove to Colorado. The ride took two days, and they barely spoke to each other in those days. Her father only asked her if she was hungry or had to use the bathroom, and Arielle responded with short answers. When they arrived in the small town of Silverlake, she noticed one thing.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? You moved me to a sundown town!?” Arielle cries; she watches as every person they drive past is white. “If you wanted me dead, a gun to the head would be better!”

“Arielle!” Her father had yelled in frustration but Arielle just cried silently to herself. “This isn’t a sundown town; there are people of color here! We know a great black couple with a son your age!”

“He’s probably a coon,” Arielle sniffles quietly.

“What was that?” her father had asked with a confused frown.

“I don’t want new friends! I want Kyrell, Kaeja, Leon, Jenesis, and Selena! I want my cousins Huey, Riley, Phrenell, Carlina, and Diamond!” Arielle yells. Her father had driven up to the house, which, Arielle had to admit, was nice. The house was two stories and huge, mostly beige panels with white outlining. The roof was a light brown, which matched the house's aesthetic. It was really nice, but Arielle refused to admit it out loud. Arielle grabbed her bags and ran into the house. Arielle refused to look at the rest of the house or greet her mother as she ran upstairs to where her father had told her where her room would be. Her room was already filled with her stuff: dresser, bed, and boxes of all her stuff. But it felt wrong. This wasn’t home. She had locked the doors to her room.

That's how the past few days had been; she refused to unpack and acclimate to her situation. She watched her phone as she counted down the days until she would have to go to school. Her father and mother both tried to get her to exit the room but failed. She was going to stay that way until her group chat went off,

“Ari? You good? It’s been a few days, and you haven’t answered any of our messages,” It was Jenesis who texted the group chat first. No, Arielle wasn’t ‘good,’ nor would she ever be.

“We are here if you want to talk,” Keaja adds. Arielle didn’t have the energy to respond; if she did, she would break down again. She misses her friends with everything in her.

“Bitch you mad weird for ignoring us,” Her cousin Riley texts. Arielle’s eye twitches in annoyance. Riley was her cousin and twin to Huey. They were named after the characters in Boondocks, and their personalities, funnily enough, also matched the characters. But Arielle wasn’t finding it funny at the moment.

“Riley, bro, chill,” Kyrell responds.

“Yeah, Riley. It’s obvious our cousin is sad,” Huey texts.

“Tighten tf up,” Riley replies.

“I’ll be right back,” Huey texts. There are a few minutes where neither Huey nor Riley text in the group chat.

“Not to side with a man,” Diamond starts.

“Never that,” Selena adds.

“But Riley is right,” Diamond concludes. Emojis are spammed in the chat, most of them being shock and angry. “LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH!”

“Calm down, pastor,” Carlina texts before sending a bunch of eye roll emojis.

“Don’t hurt em now!” Leon texts. Diamond responded to Leon’s text with a bunch of eye rolls before responding, “Look. Arielle, you know you, my girl. I get this is hard for you. We all do! But are you going to ignore us and be miserable, or are you going to make the best of the situation?” Arielle finally responds,

“Be miserable.”

“There's our girl!” Leon texts.

“Think about it this way,” Huey texts, finally returning to the group chat. “You have two more years, and you are college-bound. Keep your grades up, get a job so you have money, and bid your time. We can all still go to the same college. All you gotta do is graduate.” Arielle sighed. Huey was right, and she hated him for it.

“Also, we will still be able to use FaceTime,” Carlina texts.

“And visit! I expect you to be down soon!” Jenesis texts.

“Yeah, yeah,” Arielle responds and starts to feel slightly better at the familiar banter between herself and her friends. Diamonds and Huey’s words echoed in her head, ‘Are you going to make the best of the situation?’ and ‘Keep your grades up, get a job so you have money, and bid your time.’ She could do this. Arielle gets up and exits her room. She walks downstairs to see her parents at the dining table eating their food as they speak in low voices. When they noticed her, they stopped and stared at her in shock.

“A-Arielle! How are you!” Her mother says. Arielle walks to the kitchen and makes her a plate of food before sitting down at the table.

“I’m fine,” Arielle mutters. Her mother and father look at each other with barely contained hope.

“Great!” Her father grins.

“Are you excited for school tomorrow?” Her mother asks. No! Why the fuck would I be excited for school? I won’t have any friends, and I don’t know my way around the place! You fucked up my life! FUCK YOU!

“I’m indifferent,” Arielle says; if she said what was really on her mind, she’d doubt she’d like the consequences. “Though, I’d prefer to go to school with my friends,” Arielle said, hoping they’d stop trying to talk to her. It does, but only for a second,

“Thomas! Did you tell her about Dante?” Her mother asks.

“Briefly,” Her father mutters, not mentioning why the conversation had been cut briefly. “She does know of him.”

“Well! I asked him to drop you off at school and to show you around!” Her mother says with a wide grin. Motherfucker.

“Great,” Arielle responds bristly because, no, this was not great. She wasn’t going to make friends. She was going to keep her head down, get a job, bid her time, and get the fuck out of here once she graduates. The rest of dinner was thankfully silent. Arielle returned to her room, cluttered with unopened boxes filled with all her clothes. Arielle sighs before she begins to unpack her boxes. She puts her clothes into drawers or the closet; she puts books on shelves, pictures and posters on all the walls. She stops at one box and pulls out a picture of her grandmother's mother, Rosemary. She’d never met Rosemary before but knew she watched over her.

“Please give me the strength and patience to make it to graduation,” Arielle whispers to the picture. She would have to make an altar here, but she didn’t have the time right now, so she had to get ready for bed.

Arielle dreams like she does every night, but this dream feels different. It was as if a presence was engulfing her. The presence was angry and hungry. She had to run, had to leave, but the presence grabbed on to her, unwilling to let her go.

“Arielle!” voices echo around her, and the voices yell, causing the presence to fall away. Arielle shoots up from her bed, panting. She needed to build her altar and fucking cleanse this house because there was no way that was a normal dream.

“Arielle! Your father has already left for work, and I’m leaving right now! Dante will be here in ten minutes! Breakfast is in the microwave!” Arielle heard her mother call. Fuck, she had school today. Arielle got up from her bed, ripped her bonnet and head wrap off, ran downstairs, ate her breakfast before returning upstairs, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and getting dressed. Arielle finishes just in time as someone knocks on her front door. Arielle walks downstairs and to the front door. She opened it and saw a boy her age; he had an umber brown skin tone with cool magenta undertones, and his hair was cropped short, immediately raising a red flag in Arielle’s mind. He had light brown eyes and was tall and lean.

“Arielle?”

“Dante?” Arielle shoots back. Dante smiles,

“Nice to meet you!” For meeting someone he didn’t know, he seemed relaxed. But Arielle didn’t care; she grabbed her backpack, walked outside, closed the door, and locked it. “Ready to go?”

“Ready as I'll ever be,” Arielle replies shortly. Dante leads Arielle to her car and opens the back seat for her; Arielle gets in without complaining. That’s when she noticed someone else was in the car, a black girl her age. “Oh, thank god.” The girl blinked at in confusion,

“What?”

“I thought I was going to be the only black girl at school. I’m so happy you’re here,” Arielle says bluntly. This causes the girl to burst out laughing,

“I’m happy you are here too! I got tired of being the only black girl in school. I’m Neveah, I’m Dante’s girlfriend and the new girl before you.” Neveah was a gorgeous girl with an umber brown skin tone like Arielle and Dante, dark brown eyes, and her hair was done in goddess braids.

“Looks like I took your title, but I’m glad you're his girlfriend. Not gonna lie; I thought we were the only black kids here. I thought he was going to be a coon,” Arielle admits, which causes Neveah to laugh again.

“I can still hear you both,” Dante huffs as he gets into the driver's seat. “I’m not a coon!”

“He was before he met me; don’t like his pretty face fool you. He was the only black kid in town before I got here,” Neveah says with a playful smirk.

“So, we three are the only black kids?” Arielle asks.

“In our grade, yeah, but I’m pretty sure there are some other black kids in the school. I’m not sure,” Dante says as he starts the car and begins to drive.

“Where are y’all from?” Arielle asks; she knows she shouldn’t get attached to these people, but she feels safe around these two.

“I was born in New York but moved here when I was like six,” Dante says.

“Chicago. Moved here in middle school,” Neveah explains.

“New Orleans. What’s the rest of our grade lookin' like?” Arielle asks.

“They’re a bunch of assholes,” Neveah replies with a huff.

“They aren’t all bad,” Dante argues, but Neveah shoots him a look. “I mean…a few of them aren’t that bad.”

“Jeez, what the hell goes on in y’all school?” Arielle asks.

“Our school,” Neveah corrects before continuing, “a bunch of bullshit. It’s something every day in this hell hole. I’d stick with me or Dante because someone found out there was a new student coming here this year. It’s spread through the whole town.”

“Damn, y’all get excited for one new student?” Arielle asks.

“You would too if all you saw were the same faces every year,” Dante states.

“The only way you're gonna see a new person in this town is if they’re passing through or if someone is having a baby. People don’t move here often,” Neveah shrugs.

“Who would? This place looks like a fucking sundown town,” Arielle scoffs. Neveah laughs,

“If that ain’t the truth!”

“It’s not a sundown town,” Dante rolls his eyes. “Give this place a chance; I think you will like it here.” Arielle could see Neveah shake her head discreetly at her; Arielle couldn’t help but smile.

“I doubt it, but I’m glad to have you two, at least,” Arielle admits. Maybe she can survive to graduation.

“Nah, you only have me,” Neveah corrects again, which causes Arielle to frown in confusion. “You do NOT want to hang out with Dante’s friends. Bunch of assholes.”

“Come on,” Dante sighs. “They’re not that bad, and they’re my best friends. They were the only people to let me hang out with them when I first started school here.” Arielle couldn’t imagine being the only black kid in a grade. She hopes whatever Dante went through he’s healed from it.

“Fine,” Neveah scoffs. “Mitch is nice.” Dante rolls his eyes,

“Of course you like Mitch.” Neveah smirks,

“Are you jealous, my love?”

“NO!” Dante denied, but Neveah turned to Arielle,

“For context, Mitch was voted third hottest boy in school last year. Dante got fourth.”

“Y’all do that shit here?” Arielle frowns.

“WE don’t do it. Every year some punk bitch posts on an anonymous account ranking every boy and girl in our grade. We still haven’t found out who it is,” Neveah sneers before putting a hand on Dante's thigh. “Don’t worry my love; you are number one in my heart, and if it makes you feel better I didn’t even get top 20.”

“Which is stupid! You are the hottest girl in school,” Dante argued. “No one can match your beauty, baby.” Arielle had to admit these two were cute, but she didn’t want to be here if they got lovey-dovey. She’s already traumatized as is she didn’t need to see this shit. But before either party could continue, Dante parked in front of the school. “Welcome to Silverlake High!” Dante says before getting out of the car.

“The most ghetto school you will ever attend,” Neveah adds as Dante opens her door for you. Neveah gets out, and to Arielle's surprise, Dante also opens the door for her. Arielle gets out of the car and looks up at the high school. It was an indoor school that looked like it had four to five floors. Kids walk into the school, talking, laughing, or complaining. It was the first day of school, and there were lots of mixed emotions.

“Let’s show you to the office,” Dante says as he grabs Neveah’s hand.

“Alright,” Arielle agrees; it’s not like she knew where she was going. Dante and Neveah lead Arielle through the school's first floor. Once they walk in, the hallways go quiet for a brief second before whispers break out.

“Ignore them,” Neveah says, and Arielle was already planning on doing that. As they continue deeper into the school, Arielle notices voices getting louder, and Dante and Neveah suddenly stop, causing Arielle to stop. Arielle turns to the loud voices and sees a group of boys.

“Oh shit,” Dante huffs.

“Your friends are at it again,” Neveah scoffs. There were two groups of boys arguing with each other. Neveah turned to Arielle and pointed at the first group of boys, “Those are my lovely boys friends. That one right there is Mitch.” Neveah points to a boy with light brunette hair and hazel eyes; he is tall but not as tall as Dante and is built like a linebacker. Mitch was the one doing all the yelling and looked extremely pissed. “That boy next to him is Kenny.” Next to him stood an Asian boy who was a foot shorter than Mitch; he had black hair and eyes and was wearing a smirk as he jeered at the other group of boys. “Behind him is Alejandro, but never call him that; call him Alex.” Alex was taller than Dante, which surprised Arielle; he had tan, white skin, dark black hair, blue braces, and dark brown eyes. Arielle couldn’t tell he was Latino at first glance; the boy was white passing as hell.

“Just give me a moment,” Dante says, letting go of Neveah’s hand as he rushes over to help his friends and de-escalate the situation.

“There he goes,” Neveah sighs, shaking her head.

“Who’s the other group?” Arielle asks.

“Oh, well, the one arguing with Mitch is Evan,” Neveah starts. Evan was around Dante’s height and had dark brown hair and blue eyes. “The boy next to him is Ryan, also known as the community dick.” Ryan looked like an all-American boy, almost as tall as Alex, skinny but well-built, with blond hair, blue eyes, and braces. But Arielle could tell something was lurking underneath. She doesn’t know if it’s her intuition or a gut feeling, but something is off with the boy. “Then you have one of the smartest kids in school, Vincent.” Vincent was also pretty tall and had brown hair, green eyes, and freckles. “Then you have the biggest asshole in this school, Christen. My advice is to stay away from this guy. His own friends don’t even like him.” Christen was the shortest out of all the boys, but that wasn’t saying much because all of them were pretty tall. He was also built like a linebacker; he had blond hair and blue eyes. Arielle doesn’t know why, but for some reason she knows in her bones this guy is dangerous.

“If they don’t like him, why do they hang around him?” Arielle asks.

“Probably because they know firsthand that he’s fucking crazy. He’s definitely not the strongest in school, like at all. He’s never won a fight, but he’s vindictive and vengeful. He doesn’t need to fight you to hurt you. Like I said, stay away from him,” Neveah repeated.

“Who’s the strongest in the school,” Arielle asks.

“Alex and Vincent,” Neveah states.

“They must fight a lot for y’all to know that,” Arielle comments.

“Alex, yeah. He’s always getting into fights, but he only fights if he’s provoked,” Neveah says.

“What provokes him?” Arielle asks.

“I have no fucking clue, but the guy goes off when people disrespect him, which honestly same,” Neveah shrugs. “But Vincent doesn’t fight a lot, but when he does fight, that shit ends as soon as it’s started. He might never start a fight, but he sure as hell knows how to end one.”

“Good to know,” Arielle says and looks at each group. She’s getting bad vibes and doesn’t know why. “I have a feeling these two groups are always in trouble.” Neveah laughs,

“You have no fucking idea! The school is split between them. They’re either on Alex’s ‘team’ or Evan’s ‘team’. I know, so fucking stupid. But all the guys pick a side for some damn reason.”

“What about the girls?” Arielle asks

“Oh hell nah, we stay out of that bullshit. A few of the girls choose a side, but that’s because they’re dating someone from each side,” Neveah explains.

“What happens if you don’t choose a side?” Arielle asks because she definitely wasn’t choosing one. This shit sounds so stupid. This town must be boring as hell if people are creating Teen Beach Movie rivalries.

“If you're a girl, nothing. If you’re a boy, you become a social outcast,” Neveah explains.

“That’s stupid as fuck,” Arielle replies bluntly.

“No arguments from me. I never said it was smart,” Neveah shrugs before turning back to the arguing boys. The argument was heating up, which caused Neveah to groan in annoyance. “Fuck this. Let’s just go to the office.”

“You leaving Dante?” Arielle asks.

“He’ll be ight,” Neveah shrugs, and she begins to lead Arielle to the office.

When they get to the office, Arielle sees a boy in the corner of the room. He’s reading a book about the paranormal and shaking.

“Oh, that’s Lucian. One of the social outcasts,” Neveah whispers. Lucian had blond hair that went to his shoulders and was unkempt, he had green eyes, freckles, and was short.

“Why is he shaking?” Arielle asks. It was more like vibrating, really; it was like he was cold or something.

“I think he has some disorder I don’t know,” Neveah shrugs.

“Can I help you girls?” Neveah and Arielle turn to see a woman at the front desk, and Arielle physically keeps herself still. There was darkness around this woman, and it made her uneasy.

“This is the new student, Arielle…?” Neveah trails off.

“Arielle Baptiste,” Arielle supplies hesitantly. She did not want to give her name to this woman, you should never give your name to people who might do you harm. Names are powerful things, and she does not want to be cross.

“What a beautiful name!” The woman says. “But unfortunately, we don’t have all your classes.” The woman slides a sheet of paper filled with different types of classes. “So, could you fill this out so we can make your schedule?”

“Yeah, of course,” Arielle mutters as she grabs the paper. Arielle had to calm herself; she had to be paranoid from last night's dream. This woman was being kind to her and was not showing any ill will to her. Maybe the woman herself had been crossed or hexed that’s why she was covered in darkness. She wishes Riley or her Grandmother was here; they were good at telling people’s intentions. Especially her grandmother. Riley didn’t believe in or practice their ancestral practices, but he could tell someone’s intentions by just looking at them. Her grandma could tell if this woman had it out for her or needed her help by just looking at her. Arielle wasn’t that far in her journey yet, but she will get there one day.

“Arielle?” Neveah asks as she snaps her fingers in front of her.

“Oh! Sorry. What were you saying?” Arielle asks.

“I said you should join cheerleading! It’s really fun, and it can help you make new friends. Tryouts are this Friday after school!” Neveah says.

“I’ll think about it,” Arielle muttered as she filled in the sheet. Neveah kept pointing to classes she should join because they would share. Arielle only did a few because she wasn’t interested in most of Neveah's classes. After she finished, she handed the sheet to the lady at the desk.

“Thank you! Let me just make your schedule. It will only take a moment,” the lady says, grabbing the paper and walking into the back. It takes a few more minutes until the lady comes back and hands her the paper. “Here you go! I hope you enjoy your classes. Come to me if you need help or to change any of them. Alright?”

“Thank you,” Arielle nods bristly before practically dashing to the exit, Neveah following close behind. By the time they exit the office, the bell rings, indicating the homeroom.

“Damn! Thought we would have more time! We should get going!” Neveah says. One of the classes they shared was homeroom, so they walked together.

When they entered the home room, the class was mostly empty. She recognized a few faces, like Dante, and some she didn’t. Neveah sits next to Dante, and Arielle sits next to her. Unfortunately for Arielle, all of Dante’s friends were there. Mitch and Kenny stare at her hard.

“Do y’all have a problem?” Arielle grits out.

“Yeah, fix y’all’s fucking faces. You’re embarrassing me,” Dante hisses before turning to Neveah and Arielle. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t walk with y’all to the office. I had to make sure Alex didn’t kill Evan.” Dante kissed Neveah’s hands in apology, which Arielle found extremely cute.

“All is forgiven, my dear. Where is the bastard anyway?” Neveah asks.

“He’s ditching,” Mitch supplies. “So how do y’all know each other?”

“Arielle's parents are my next-door neighbors. Her parents asked mine if I could drop her off and show her around school,” Dante explains.

“Well, you failed at the first part,” Kenny points out, which causes Dante to deflate.

“Which is y’all’s fault!” Neveah hisses. “Always causing drama for my boyfriend.”

“Hey!” Kenny and Mitch yell.

“I didn’t start that argument! It was Mitch’s fault!” Kenny huffs.

“My fault!?” Mitch hisses. “Mackenzie broke up with me two days ago and is now with Ryan’s dirty dick ass! I have every right to ask if they were going behind my back!” Mitch looked like he was about to cry, but Arielle couldn’t blame him. If her boyfriend broke up with her two days ago to end up with some bitch seconds after, she’d be pissed too.

“No offense, but you only have yourself to blame,” Kenny huffs.

“What!?” Mitch exclaims.

“Mackenzie is a bit of a-“ Kenny doesn’t get to finish his sentence because a new girl's voice cuts into a conversation.

“A bit of a what?” Arielle turns to see a new girl with straight black hair, brown eyes, and pale white skin.

“Hey, Phoebe,” Kenny grins sheepishly. Phoebe scoffs and sits behind Neveah.

“Hey, Phoebe. Is your morning going well?” Neveah asks.

“No, Evan got punched in the eye because of Mitch's best friend,” Phoebe sneers out the last part. Mitch looks away. Phoebe then turns to Arielle, eyes going wide. “Oh! Excuse me. I’m Phoebe. I’m the cheer captain, and Mackenzie is my best friend.”

“Ouch,” Neveah says with fake hurt, which causes Phoebe to roll her eyes,

“We both know your best friend is Dante,” Neveah smirked and shrugged, not denying the statement.

“I’m Arielle; I just moved here.”

“Obviously. I’ve never seen you here before. It’s nice to meet you.” Phoebe says.

“Likewise,” Arielle gives her a small smile, which Phoebe returns. More and more kids come into the room. A girl with white tanned skin and long, wavy blond hair sits beside Phoebe. She introduces herself as Mackenzie. The bell rings again, indicating everything should be there and in their seats. But there is no teacher there. Everyone is talking, unbothered. “Where’s the teacher?”

“Hm? Oh, Mr. Macdonald. He’s our homeroom teacher and is late every day. He probably won’t be here until like 20 minutes in,” Neveah explains.

“What the hell?” Arielle scoffs. “Why?”

“Who knows,” Neveah shrugs.

“Fucking bitches maybe,” Kenny smirked playfully; Arielle didn’t laugh. Arielle looked around the classroom and noticed Lucian was reading his paranormal book in the back corner of the classroom. If the kid only knew what was really out there, it would put his little book to shame. The room suddenly goes quiet, and Arielle looks to see Evan, Vincent, Ryan, Christen, and another boy walking into the classroom. The other boy was short and nervous-looking, fidgeting with the end of his sleeves. He had dirty brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles. He was also sporting a black eye on his face, similarly to Evan’s. But while Evan’s looked fresh, the boy looked like he had that one for days.

“Kiyès sa?” Arielle asks in a whisper. Neveah stares at her in confusion, and Arielle realizes her mistake. " Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s Blaine. The school's punching bag and Ryan’s best friend, kinda,” Neveah whispers lowly.

“The school's punching bag?” Arielle asks with a frown.

“Yeah, the whole school bullies him. He’s not the only one, just the main one. He never fights back, which is so… ugh,” Neveah grumbles.

“He brings it on to himself; he hangs out with Christen all the time. What does he expect!” Phoebe says coldly.

“Yeah, but if you want to mess with him, don’t do it in front of Ryan. Ryan is like super protective over him,” Mackenzie had a valley girl voice, which reminded Arielle of white chicks. Ryan suddenly sits next to Mackenzie, kissing her neck,

“Hey, Bebe,” Ryan's voice was rough.

“Hey, Bebe!” Mackenzie grins flirtatiously. Arielle can see Mitch give Mackenzie a pathetic look, which Mackenzie ignores. After Ryan finishes kissing Mackenzie's neck, his eyes land on Arielle. Only one thought goes through her head: 'Oh hell, nah.’

“You’re the new girl,” Ryan states with a flirtatious smirk. Evan and Vincent were so deep in conversation as they sat next to Ryan, Christen, and Blaine that they didn’t even look up from each other. When Ryan spoke, they all looked up. Evans's eyes barely registered Arielle. They land on Phoebe, and he grins like an idiot.

“Phoebe! How are you today?” Evan asks. Phoebe blushes slightly,

“I’d be better if you didn’t have a black eye.” Arielle turns to Neveah with a raised eyebrow, and Neveah shakes her head. So those two weren’t together but crushing on each other hard-core.

“Um,” Vincent mutters, catching Arielle's attention; he’s staring hard, which slightly bugs Arielle. “I’m-“ Vincent doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Christen speaks,

“Who fucking cares if there’s a new girl! We need to get back at Alex’s ass!” Vincent sneers,

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Or what!? You going to let Alex pussy y’all out?” Christen sneers.

“You’re one to talk! You can’t even fight!” Evan argues.

“Don’t flip this on me! You are just mad; you're weak!” Christen argues.

“Christen fuck off!” Phoebe cuts in with a sneer.

“Or what bitch?” Christen sneers back. A dark look dawns on Phoebe's face, causing Christen to sweat,

“We don’t want a repeat of last year, do we?” Christen sneers at her but stops talking. Arielle turned to Neveah again in confusion.

“They fought last year. Phoebe won,” Neveah explains simply. Arielles dislike for Christen grew. But Arielle is snapped out of her thoughts when a dark presence enters her consciousness; her head snaps toward the door. Someone was coming; she could hear their steps. With each step that came closer, the presence made itself more known and more threatening. The person who enters is an older man boarding on elderly; he has gray and blue eyes. He looked so nonthreatening that it gave her whiplash. Arielle stared at the man silently; she had only felt a presence like this before when her grandmother was cleansing a place corrupted by evil entities. Or the one time she came across a fully corporeal demon. This man didn’t look like a powerful demon or evil entity; he just looked like a normal elderly man. But looks can be deceiving.

“All of you shut the fuck up!” Mr. Macdonald yells, causing the class to go quiet. “I’m going to be calling your names; say here when I do!” Mr. Macdonald then began to call out people’s names, and they would respond with here.

“Fuck, Mitch, where’s Alex?” Dante whispers.

“He’s ditching,” Mitch mutters.

“It’s literally the first day of school!” Dante hisses, and Mitch just shrugs helplessly. While they were talking, Arielle pulled out her phone and texted the group chat her cousins were in,

“Bruh, my homeroom teacher is a fucking demon.”

“What? Srs?” Diamond was the first person to reply.

“Yes, I’m fucking serious!” Arielle responds.

“Don’t make it obvious, you know. Pretend you don’t know, so it won’t target you,” Huey texts.

“Is it really a demon? Or is it some sort of entity?” Pharrell texts.

“Idk!!!! All I know is whatever it is, it’s powerful asf!” Arielle texts.

“Arielle Baptiste!” Mr. Macdonald calls Arielle's name. Arielle flinches hard and drops her phone. Everyone is staring at her.

“I’m here,” Arielle says. Mr. Macdonald turns to her, his head tilts in curiosity. Fuck he knows, he knows, and he’s going to kill her.

“You’re new!” Mr. Macdonald comments.

“Yes,” Arielle mutters, keeping the conversation as short as possible. Mr. Macdonald’s eyes narrow, and Arielle swears they go pitch black. The air is taken from her lungs, but some yelps, and everyone in class turns to Lucian. Lucian dropped his book and was looking at Mr. Macdonald. Did Lucian see Mr. Macdonald's eyes change? He had to; there was no reason for him to yell anyway. Mr. Macdonald looks down at his chart and continues to call names. Arielle sighed in relief; she dodged a bullet. But only for today. She was going to have to keep flying under the radar. Arielle mind reels suddenly as she remembers that Mr. Macdonald wasn’t the only one with the dark corruption around them, so was the front desk lady. Were there other people who were corrupted or possessed? Arielle comes to another realization that she doesn’t even know what this is. Arielle shakes her head and begins to look for her phone, but she doesn’t find it.

“Here it is.” Arielle looks up and sees Vincent holding her phone out to her. She could see her group chat blowing up with unopened messages. Arielle grabs her phone,

“Thanks.” She opened her phone and saw that everyone was either asking if she was okay or what had happened. “I’ll text y’all later; I don’t want to get caught with my phone.” Arielle then put her phone in her pocket. As homeroom slowly came to a close, Arielle couldn’t help but think, ‘Are there more people with this dark presence over them?’

Her question is answered in her next class, then her next class, and every single period until school had ended. Every single adult she had encountered had a dark presence covering them like a black shadow. Some were weaker and still there, but others were way more powerful, like Mr. Macdonald. As Arielle exited her school at the end of the day, she was left with so many questions that she didn’t know what to do. She was at her assigned locker; she was leaning inside as she texted her cousins. Most of them had the same idea, leave this shit alone. As Arielle sighed and was about to turn off her phone, Huey sent her a private text,

“You said every adult in the school has some sort of dark presence over them?”

“I’m not sure; I’ve only really seen it over my teachers and the lady in the office,” Arielle responds.

“Okay, but if it’s over the adults, why not the kids there? Dark presences like that don’t just stay in one place; they spread,” Huey texts.

“Why is it only over the adults?” Arielle asks.

“Idk, you are the one there. Is it over your parents,” Huey asks.

“Nah, I would’ve sensed it when my dad picked me up,” Arielle states.

“Unless they’re hiding it because they know your grandma trained you,” Huey responds. Arielle frowns before texting,

“No, not possible. My mom converted to Christianity before I was born. She doesn’t even believe in what my grandma does.”

“The last time she saw you, you were 8. It’s been years since you last saw her; her opinion could’ve changed, and she has knowledge about the other side. She could be hiding it from you,” Huey responds.

“But why?” Arielle asks. It doesn’t make sense, but then again, none of this makes sense.

“Idk, you figure it out. Keep me updated; something about this isn’t right. My head is starting to hurt,” Huey texts. Arielle's eyebrows go up; that’s definitely not a good sign. Where Riley had excellent intentions, Huey gets headaches where he can actually predict the future or see shit.

“See anything?” Arielle asks.

“Darkness,” Huey responds. Arielle frowns in disappointment,

“So nothing.”

“No,” Huey disagrees. “I see darkness.” Arielle felt the air on the back of her neck go up. That’s definitely not scary at all. Arielle gets another message from Neveah,

“Come on! We are dropping you off at home! We are out front!”

“Okay,” Arielle responds before putting her phone in her pocket as she leans out of her locker. Her locker slams shut as a familiar boy leans against it. Ryan. He smirks at her,

“Hey, gorgeous.” Arielle's eye involuntarily twitches in annoyance. She tries to keep the annoyance off her face. “What’s with the face? You look like I’m annoying you.” She has failed to keep it off her face.

“I’m kinda busy at the moment,” Arielle huffs.

“With that?” Ryan asks, his face is still playful and relaxed even at her hostility.

“Leaving,” Arielle states before walking past him, but unfortunately for her, he follows.

“So soon?” Ryan asks with a playful pout.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Arielle huffs, walking faster.

“She doesn’t have to know,” Ryan smirks, and Arielle turns on her heel to face the boy. Ryan stops with sudden surprise. She hated boys like this, who play with girls' feelings because they can. Even though she didn’t particularly like Mackenzie because she possibly cheated on Mitch with Ryan. But she wasn’t going to get in the middle of that drama.

“Leave me alone! I’m not interested in dirty dick, cheating-“ Arielle is cut off when she puts her finger on Ryan’s chest. The feeling overwhelmed her to the point she jumped back in fear. She finally realized what was off about this boy. It was death. Death clung around the boy like wet clothes did to a body. This boy is very familiar with death, and Arielle does not like that, like at all. She couldn’t help the words that fell from her lips, “What are you?” Ryan’s smile finally drops, and he frowns in confusion before his expression morphs into something more serious,

“What?” Arielle spins on her heels and dashes down the hallway. She didn’t mean to say that out loud, but she needed to stay away from that boy. Being so close to death that it literally clings to him isn’t good.

The drive back to her house was quiet, well, mostly. Neveah and Dante spoke a lot, but Arielle barely spoke. She was too deep in thought. The adults in the school being covered in darkness, Ryan having death cling to him, and Lucian seeing Mr. Macdonald's eyes change. Arielle didn’t know what was going on, and she had two choices. Either to investigate or ignore it. A part of Arielle really wanted to ignore it; she needed to focus on her grades so she could graduate with a full-ride scholarship and find a job in case she couldn’t get a scholarship. But the dream she had last night, the dark presence trying to reach out to her, trying to…do something to her. If it was going to come for her once, it would do it again. Entities are persistent and they have time.

“You excited for the pep rally tomorrow?” Neveah asks.

“Hm?” Arielle is pulled from her thoughts. “Yeah. Will the cheer team be there?”

“Hell yeah!” Neveah giggles.

“Same with the football team,” Dante adds.

“There's a football team here?” Arielle says with surprise. “Who do y’all play?”

“Obviously, there’s a football team here. Why else would there be a cheer team,” Neveah states.

“We play other towns,” Dante supplies.

“How far are the other towns?” Arielle asks.

“The closest one is an hour away,” Dante explains.

“Jesus,” Arielle mutters.

“Oh!” Neveah exclaims. “I forgot to mention that Dante is throwing a back-to-school party this Friday! You should totally come!” Arielle didn’t want to go to a party; how could she even party in these conditions?!

“Yeah! Sure,” Arielle says with a small smile. Dante parks in front of Arielle’s house,

“I’ll pick you up again tomorrow!”

“Text me later? Yeah?” Neveah asks.

“Yeah! Yeah,” Arielle nods before exiting the car. Both of her parent's cars were gone; Arielle entered her house and saw that it was empty. She goes up into her room; she has a lot of shit to get done today. She finished unpacking her room, put an altar in her closet, and cleansed the house. She puts a horseshoe above her door for protection. It was hard to cleanse her house since she didn’t have a lot of stuff with her. Arielle was used to asking her grandmother for things; her grandmother always had vinegar, sage, or rosemary. But Arielle’s grandmother wasn’t here; she was on her own. Arielle had to grab spices from the cabinet and work with what was there. Once Arielle finished, she took a shower. Once she got out, she noticed something: powerful dark energies had entered the house. She ran to the stairs in her towel and saw her parents.

“Arielle! What is that smell!” Her father hissed. Huey was right; whatever is corrupting the adults at school also has her parents. If it has all the adults in the school and her parents, does this entity have more adults around the town? Does it have all the adults in town?

“Febreze! I was cleaning,” Arielle lies as she stares at them.

“Well, don’t spray so much,” Her mother says as she hangs her coat and looks up at her. “Why are you in a towel? Go get dressed; I brought dinner!” Arielle doesn’t need to be told twice; she rushes to her room. She grabbed her phone and texted Huey,

“You were right.”

“Usually am,” Huey responds. “What’s the plan?”

“I don’t know. I’m still thinking,” Arielle responds. Arielle knew she couldn’t ignore her parents forever; it would make them suspicious. So she got dressed and went downstairs to eat with them. But to her surprise, they were leaving again. “Where are you going?”

“Well, my love. We both work two jobs because we want to give you a good life. We brought you dinner; you should be fine,” Her father says.

“We love you!” her mother says before they both exit the door. Arielle is silent; she had a gut feeling they weren’t going to a second job. She eats dinner alone before she heads back to her room. Arielle goes to her altar and asks,

“Please give me some guidance on what to do. I need help.” After that, she goes to bed, and as always, she dreams again. She sees a person they have blond hair, but other than that, she can’t pick out the details. But what she does know is that she needs to find this person.

Recently I've been craving human blood.

People always say it's the quietest at night, I think they're probably wrong. Or maybe I just have superhearing, but recently I've found, during restless walks around town, that everything is so much louder. It startled me at first, the loudness. But as I found that I could drone in on sounds and where they were coming from, I was eerily calm. It was the way my head snapped with precision when a noise was 'too close' that took me a while to get used to. Automatic like gunfire to where the sound was, as if waiting to strike. Like a midnight hunter, prowling. And thats when I noticed it. The hunger. at first I wasn't sure what it was, but I could taste it on my tongue. I think, if I hadn't been able to taste it, I wouldn't have realized. To give some background, when I was a child, at some point, I had found out that if I open my mouth and breathe in through it while smelling something at the same time, that it would enhance the smell. I think I had read somewhere about cats doing it in 'Warrior cats' and found a way to mimic it, but anyways, it's become a habit when I'm on edge, one of my animalistic inclinations that almost always overtook my human ones when I was walking alone at night. As if a part of me just turned feral. Like I was no longer human but a coalescence of all of the animals i'd encountered. I would hiss or growl, carry things in my teeth when convenient, or even sometimes flex my hands like a cat flexing its claws. which I had. My nails were long and sharpened to a point, not for aesthetics, but as a sort of weapon, in case my trusty pocket knife were to be torn from me in some way. I think I've always been this way. This animalistic amalgamation that couldn't hardly be called human, at least not fully. But recently as I've found myself sleeping for 16 hours a day and being awake during the night, it's gotten worse. The iron-ey taste of blood stuck in my nose, it just made me.. hungry. I'd smell upwind as if hunting, which i was always downwind, but that would be upwind for whatever was behind me. good for a hunter, bad for the prey.. so I guess the question would be, am I the hunter, or the prey? I guess we'll find out.

if only we met sooner

if only we had met sooner

i might be really good at golf now

and although you’ve been practicing

you’re still losing at mario kart somehow

if only we had met before

we might have two cats (or four)

we might have been to turkey

and brought home several more

if only we had met earlier

i’d be joining you at the football matches

then we’d go back, have some dinner

then head to bed where i give you back scratches

if only we had met a two years ago

which is when you first saw me

you might be ready

and maybe i would be too

but i guess now we’ll never know

Skipping Stones

Chapter 1: Seeing Ghosts

“Are there any spirits here with us?”

The rain fell, as always, pattering against the windows, droplets sliding down the panes. Lightning flashed in the ink black sky every so often, followed closely by the low rumbling of thunder.

Six hands placed firmly, determinedly, fearfully, with uncertainty on the planchette on the ouija board, surrounded the group of three. The flame of the slowly melting candles around them reflected their mixed emotions in which the darkness of the mansion would’ve hidden otherwise.

The trio tonight consisted of a small-looking, timid boy, whose thick brown hair curled in front of his eyes, quite literally covering them, though not covering his quivering hands. A girl with the sparkliest hairband, her eyes equally shiny with tears that were still kept at bay. Lastly, a girl with the boldest red hair with a shine of determination and adventure in her eyes. The three look to be about seventeen to eighteen years of age, with the bold red-haired seeming to be the oldest of the group. 

“Can we go back home please? I don’t like this!” The timid boy squeaked. The hairband girl said nothing but nodded quickly.

“Oh come on, y’all agreed to this! We’re not going till we have a sign, you said so yourself!” The bold red-haired scoffed, pressing her hands firmly on the planchette, looking up to the grand chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling, the patterns on the white alabaster shades long obscured by the layers of dust.

“Is there anyone here with us tonight? Please give us a sign.” The bold red-haired repeated, louder, her voice echoing slightly in the empty mansion. 

Of course there was someone, they just could never see. People come and go, hoping to see something, expecting to see something, only to leave disappointed. Their closed eyes never seeing, never noticing. Even when they set candles to light up the dimmest of nights.  

All focused on a board and a planchette. 

Oh well, I couldn’t care less anyway. So what if they couldn’t see, I’ll send them running. I always will. And this group was no exception. 

“Oh my god! The front door! It opened by itself!” The timid boy screeched and jumped up to his feet. The bold red-haired shouted a warning but the damage was done as the timid boy stumbled, knocking over a nearby candle. The candle rolled over to the sparkly hairband girl, frozen in the confusion, the flames flickered to her skirt and caught fire. The girl screeched, swatting at the growing flame singing her skirt. 

“Get it out! Get it out!” She kicked and screamed, knocking more of the surrounding candles to the ground. Scrambling to her feet, she rushed towards the open front door, under the falling rain into the thick fog, with timid boy following closely and hastily behind. 

“Hey! Come back! What the hell!” The bold red-haired girl called out after them in protest, her voice muffled by the rain. The two that ran could no longer be seen. 

The bold red haired girl sighed in dismay, holding her head in her hand. She got up and cleaned up the mess, putting out the fire of the fallen candles and gathering them with the ouija board and planchette. Then, finally sat back down, back against the railings of grand stairs, a hand running through her red hair that fell messily on her shoulders.

Silence fell again. The darkness returned. I blended out of the front door, which was still wide ajar. Rain was entering the mansion, splashing slightly onto the marble floors. I went up to the girl, approaching closer to her. 

I thought she looked small. Smaller than I thought. Smaller than she was before.

More rain seemed to have splashed in. She shivered slightly, bringing her knees to her chest. So, I made myself small. As small as her. Just for a bit. 

She mumbled something inaudible, resting her head on her knees, soft red hair spilling onto the floor.

“It’s warm here.” She said softly. “Maybe there aren’t any ghosts here.” She said, staring past me. Into the foggy rain. 

Chapter 1: Seeing Ghosts _end_

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Moving

          “Isn’t it boring here, Noah?” Elijah complained.

          “Patience Elijah. Soon enough, a huge wind is going to blow us away from here.” Noah reassured him for the umpteenth time with an exasperated sigh.

          Both Elijah and Noah had been in Antarctica for many years, standing in the great vast of water, only moving a little by the winds that could have knocked any human down. Due to their great size, they haven’t been moving a lot recently. Elijah had been very impatient. He was just a bit smaller than Noah, he really wanted to explore the world.

But the winds weren’t cooperating.

          “Seriously Elijah? It’s better here. We can survive here before those dreaded humans come and destroy us.” Peppy piped up indignantly. She was the smallest ice berg there was. She was always annoyed with Elijah, for all he kept talking about was to explore the world and complain how boring Antarctica was.

          “I don’t think all humans are that bad! And I hate all the boring white here...” Elijah continued on and on and on. Peppy and Noah sighed in defeat.

          One day, Elijah and Noah were just chatting about their day. It was one of those rare days where Elijah wasn’t complaining the ice off about how boring Antarctica was.

That was when the howling started.

          It wasn’t audible at first, the wind wasn’t too strong, nor was the water current. But slowly, is started picking up faster and faster. It was like a blizzard, Noah and Elijah could barely see anything. Then they started moving little by little. They saw Peppy speeding past them, screaming as she went. Elijah and Noah started moving faster and faster. It was the biggest storm they ever had.

Then all light had disappeared.

          “Elijah! Wake up! Look where we have arrived!” Elijah groaned and woke up to bright light and warmth. It was really unlike Antarctica. Elijah gasped upon finding out where they were.

          They were floating in warmer waters next to colourful land! Well, not really colourful, but it wasn’t white! At last! Something other than blue and white! Elijah stared in awe. A red house stood further away, and another white house peeked from behind. What humans called ‘cars’ were standing around on the land. Human were looking at us and talking muffled words. “I think they’re talking about us!!” Elijah exclaimed excitedly. Noah didn’t say anything.

          They floated in the warm waters, not moving. Soon, night came and all the human went home. Elijah and Noah stood floating in the waters all alone. “Hey Elijah, I think I’m starting to melt...” Elijah looked over in a panic just in time to see a small chunk of ice falling down from Noah. It dropped own and splashed loudly in the sea.

Both looked at each other in horror.

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The dream

          I had the same dream over and over again. My sister would always be there to wake me up. She said that I was sweating and sometimes screaming. And yet in the dream I never scream at all. Every morning I would wake up to my sister’s calling, and the dream still fresh in my mind. But when I try to tell anyone about my dream. It would disappear, and I wouldn’t have anything to say. I could tell no one.

          It all happened after my mother’s death. She died in a car crash, a tragic death. I was still sullen months after her death, I could not move on, her death haunted me. She was the only person, besides my sister, who truly loved me and cared for me. She was the best mother, but now she was gone....forever.....

Except my dreams...

          I would go to sleep and wake up in an unknown place and the sky would be pink, which always reminded me of my mother, since it was her favourite colour. I would be standing on a wooden bridge that led somewhere. I would also find myself wearing my mother’s jacket, I took it from her to remember her. But instead of a pink jacket, it turned red. I would walk and walk and walk till my sister called me up and pull me back to reality. It was the same, strange dream every night. 

I didn’t know what was going on...

          One night, my sister was away to attend a party hosted by her friends. I was left all alone in the house. I had lots of work to be done and went to bed real late. But my sister still hadn’t come back home. I figured that she had fell asleep in her friend’s house. I lay awake, thoughts all on my mother. I missed her terribly, I really wished to give her one last hug. To feel her warm embrace. Her presence. My eyelids grew heavily, and I was pulled into the web of unconsciousness.

          I woke up. Again on the same wooden bridge and pink sky with pink and white clouds. With my mother’s once pink now red jacket. I stood up and once again waked towards the end. The only thing different was that now no one was there to wake me up. 

I reached a dead end.

          I found a beautiful mirror at the end. Unknown light glinted of the surface of the glass. I saw my face looking right back at me from the mirror. I picked up the mirror and sat at the end of the wooden bridge. I stared at it, uninterested. When the image of my face changed. It turned into my mother’s loving face! We looked very alike, I just needed long hair and blue eyes to look like her. She stared unblinking at me, frown curling up into a smile. I was shocked. It was a dream, but with my mother. I grabbed the mirror and shouted, “Mom! Can you hear me! Where are you? Mom! Mom?” I stared at the mirror. Mom’s face was just there, smile frozen in place.

“Henry, dear?” A soothing voice piped up.

          I whipped my head up and tears ran down my cheeks. “MOM! Oh my god mom I miss you so much!” I put the mirror down and got up. Mum was floating with beautiful white wings, about two metres away. “I know we haven’t talked in a while. Come to me.” She head her arms outstretched. I ran towards her, but she changed in a split second, to bloody eyes, shirt and wings... Everything became red around me. And after that split second, I fell into the red abyss, and darkness whisked me away...

Mother’s P.O.V?:

I looked down and couldn’t see him anymore. I smiled. That was another one who took something from the dead. I stared at the pink jacket o the bridge.

Who will be next I wonder?

Inspired by a Korean Urban legend made by ‘707′

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Another Chance

          My mom passed away right after I was born. My father was devastated, but he didn’t tell me anything about her death. I was too young and innocent. But of course, I found out sooner or later. I wasn’t that sad though, to be honest, I did not see my mom at all except in photos. Didn’t mean I was all that jolly either.

          I respected my dad. He wasn’t abusive or anything. He was nice, though he was a bit distant. It broke my heart to see him so depressed and sad, when he looked at pictures of mom. But I couldn’t help him. I tried, and it went horribly wrong. I told him it was alright and that mom was in a better place. He practically screamed in my face and threw a vase at me. It might’d flew an inch from my face. I felt the wind of it go by. Let say I didn’t say anything after that.

          It might be somewhat fine in the household, but high school, was hell.      

          I was 15, starting a second new year of the same school, with same people. I walked through the packed hallways with my head down and hood up. The kids there know me by a lot of names. ‘Emo Freak’, ‘Loser’, ‘Quiet Freak’, ‘Idiot’. You name it. I was the quiet kid of the school who barely had any friends. You think I should had speak up or something, right? I did, in fact. But it also went horribly wrong.  I tried speaking to some people, and tried to make friends but it just got me more enemies. I didn’t know why they hate me so much. But I could guess the suspect to be my eyes. Their purple, and they think is the sign of death. Which is stupid. I tried telling teachers, but they won’t do anything.

          Then on the 20th of October. Something life changing happened.

          Dad’s mental health must had gotten worse without me knowing. I come home to find dad...                                                                                                                                 ....in a pool of blood.

          News spread like bush-fire. Soon nearly the whole school knew that the ‘Emo Freak’s’ father had committed suicide. And what was disgusting is that they find it funny! The bullying got worse day by day. I got more depressed each day by each day. The demon and taken over my head and there was no more angels singing in my head. I grew colder and colder. Till the point where I started to think that grabbing a knife and killing everyone was better off. 

          I got up from bed and walked to the kitchen. Then something had happened, but it was a blur before I fell into darkness.

          I woke up in a bed. It wasn’t mine though. All around me was blue. Peaceful blue. I stood up and caught a door in my sight. It was blue except for the doorknob, which was sparkling gold. I timidly tip-toed towards to the door and opened it. I was immediately blinded by bright light.

          I shot up from my bed. The covers flew of my body. I was sweating profusely. It was all just a dream. I ran a hand through my hair and heard a familiar voice calling for breakfast. “MUM! DAD! Oh my god I’m so glad you’re alive!” Both gave confused and amused laugh and glances. “I had this dream and... Nevermind, It’s not important.” I smiled and ate my pancakes with my loving family. Then a voice sounded in my head, 

“You’re not hopeless Mandy. Don’t listen to others. Purple can represent anything. For you it would be hope. I’ll give you another chance to live. To change.”

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Hope

                   I met Hope in the rescue center for dogs. He was placed in a cage between two well groomed and beautiful dogs. He was very different from them. When I first saw him, I was shocked! He barely had any hair and he was skinny to the bone. While other dogs pressed their pretty faces onto their cage doors. He sat in a corner, away from the light. So I had to take a second look at the cage.

         When I first looked at him, I felt pity. I thought that the reason he stayed at a corner is that he had no hope on people adopting him. That was why I adopted him. And that was why I named him ‘Hope’.

         Hope was skeptical of me at first. He avoided me for the first few days. But I gave him space and time. Slowly, he warmed up to me after a week. He started to sit on my lap and lick my face. I gave him the adequate amount of food he needed, and if he wanted more I would give him. He was a sweet dog overall. But more time passed, and his hair or size didn’t seem to grow. The veterinarian said that it was harmless and he would be fine.

         Hope was a sweet dog. On bad days, he would snuggle at my neck and lick my tears away. On rare days, where I wanted to be alone in my room, Hope would wait outside the door till I got better. He was a patient dog and would be there to help me when I got hurt. Like a time where I fell and broke my leg and couldn’t move. Fortunately, Hope was there. Even for his small size, he managed to bark loudly enough to get my neighbor’s attention to get help. So I consider him my savior and comforter.

         Most of my friends favored him despite his appearance. Of course some still despised him. But still, I hosted a party at my house and sent invitations to all my friends. I smiled after I sent the last invite. This is going to change on how some would view my dear Hope. I then started getting ready for the party.

         When my friends arrived, I could tell by their faces that I’d succeeded. I had placed paper moon and stars all around the living room. The walls were covered with wallpaper that were black and starry. Like a night sky or space. There, sitting at a table, was Hope wearing a small but majestic cape, sitting behind a sparkling crescent with the words: There is hope in every living creature.  I then turned to my gawking visitors and calmly said, “I don’t think I got into the origin on why I named Hope, ‘Hope’. He looked so helpless at the center. Like many people had rejected and made fun of him. I gave him hope when he had none left. I gave him food and shelter and love. And hope.” I took a deep breath. “Give him a chance. He may not be beautiful. But he needs love and hope. So give him a chance. Hope.”

         My friends all stared at me with tear-filled eyes...

I just found a new app for creative wordbuilding/writing stuff and guys it's so amazing it's called Fortelling and I only got it today but it's great

There's so much stuff

how long does it take you to plan out one of your house of the dragon stories?

In all honesty I don't really plan it out. I write out the basic plot of what I want. Like for my Demigods of Valyria series, I wrote out the names and godly parents for each kid before I later added what kind of mark I wanted for each one to have. In the Deal Of Gods and Humans I did a quick google search about Goddesses of Love and Fertility to get a good idea of what I wanted the statue to look out but it onky took me a few minutes.

Mostly I just write what I'm interested in at the moment. I have like 20 drafts of differen ideas that I'll probably never actually post. The longest its ever taken for me to write anything down is probably two hours of looking up names and the fourteen gods and symbols they would have.

Hope that helped!

‘You know where to find me’ by Francesca Kritikos

I may have just created an imaginary family because mine is .... Interesting

if i could see you again - a flash fic

a/n: this is for two of my mha ocs (to clarify, they're siblings) and it's part of something bigger which i haven't started yet. i'll post profiles and art of all my characters when i can! i have so many it's kind of discouraging… (22 and counting 😭)

— for my hero academia, my original characters, very mild angst

if i could see you again, i would apologize. because the only memories i have left of you—the only memories worth recalling—are of me being spiteful.

if i could see you again, i would take it all back. all the 'i hate you's and 'i don't care about you's. i did care about you. i still do.

if i could see you again, i would hold you close. i would give you all the affections i never gave before, because you deserve the world.

if i could see you again, i wouldn't. because you deserve the world, and i can't give that to you.

if i could see you again, i would apologize.

and i would tell you that i love you.

Why is it, that y/n always ends up pregnant in almost every single fic with my favs?!?!

There's almost nothing to read for us who don't want kids or don't wanna be pregnant (I know its just fiction but still) 😮‍💨

And it's always the good fics that get ruined with y/n being preggo 😣

Saving this for later <3

Argument-Ending Prompts

"So this is who you really are?"

"I can't believe I ever trusted you."

"You were never there when it mattered."

"This is the last time you let me down."

"I guess we were never meant to be."

"Just go, I can't even look at you right now."

"I've given you so many chances, no more."

"Everything you said was just a lie, wasn't it?"

"You think you're right, but you're just alone."

"I'm done trying to make this work."

"You've shown me enough; it's over."

"Keep your excuses to yourself, I'm done listening."

"You chose this, remember that."

"I'm not wasting another minute on you."

"Forget my number, we're through."

I’M JUST A WRITER I SWEAR-

Some topics + prompts for your grimoire or book of shadows

books you want to read

local folklore / mythology / legends

the wheel of the year

plants you have in your house or garden (their care, properties, uses, draw them etc)

theban alphabet

days of the week and their correspondences

write about a deity you worship / are drawn to

draw art for / of a deity you worship or are drawn to

colour magic

the elements

write about the crystals you own (draw them, write their properties, correspondences, uses, how it makes you feel etc)

how to make your own crystals

your birth chart

your sun, moon and rising sign

natural medicine (as a chronically ill witch I love natural medicine NOT AS A SUBSTITUTE FOR PRESCRIPTIONS! for example I take all my prescription meds and then if I'm having period pain I might drink some raspberry leaf tea)

positive affirmations / mantras that you connect with

how to manifest

history of witches

deities in a certain pantheon you're interested in or drawn to

write about a spell you've done (how you did it, why you did it, how you felt, the results of it, what you would change if you did the spell again etc)

chakras

write about a dream you've had

tarot reading tricks and tips

moon phases

sabbats

zodiac signs

family tree

poetry / songs / quotes you connect to (i like to find ones that make me feel powerful or witchy, or remind me of certain aspects of my practice. a song i like for this is rhiannon by fleetwood mac and i'm going to post more things like this regularly on my page)

feathers and their meanings

simple everyday magic

recipes

some ideas for the next sabbat you plan to celebrate

tarot spreads you like

write about a tarot reading you've done (any prep you did, the deck you used, the cards you pulled, your personal interpretation of the cards based on the art and how you feel, the meaning of the cards, how the cards relate to the questions you asked, final reflection on how you feel the reading went)

interesting mythology

tree of life

glamour magic

money bowls

crystal shapes and their meanings

grounding techniques

cleansing

protection

banishing

cord cutting spells

essential oils

types of divination

planets and their correspondences

angel numbers

witchy wishlist

go to supplies and ingredients (herbs and things that you use regularly)

favourite crystals

working with your inner child

if you've had a really good or particularly insightful meditation session it can be nice to either draw or write what happened and how you felt during it

witchy arts and crafts and diys you want to do

altar ideas

read a witchy book / watch a witchy video and take notes

write about your ancestors

witchy things to incorporate into your daily routine

what is a tower moment

witchy reset / self care days

the history of the area you live in

veiling

how to make your own incense sticks

shadow work

shadow work prompts

ok, that's all the ideas I have for now and I hope that helps someone! I'll be posting some pages from my grimoire and some more prompt / topic ideas in the near future which I'm really excited for.

P.S. please remember that everyone's practice is their own and you should do what feels right to you while respecting that other people have their own beliefs (as long as they're not hateful).

A neurodivergent witch's guide to starting a grimoire 🌿✨️

I remember when I was first starting out with building a grimoire and getting frustrated with how few resources there are on what a grimoire is supposed to be. I wanted clear directions and examples of what to include, but I mostly found YouTubers giving vague descriptions and repeating over and over again that it's extremely personal and private so they wouldn't say anything specific. As a neurodivergent person, it was very frustrating to try to figure out what to do from that. It took me a while to figure out what my own specifics were, so for any beginner witches out there, here are some specific ideas for starting off! Once you get more used to it, it'll get easier and easier to figure out what you do and don't want to include.

I'd recommend researching sigils and creating one to protect your grimoire; I placed mine on the second page after I dedicated the notebook for it, but you can put it wherever you feel like

Dates of moon cycles/information on how they affect your practice

Wheel of the year/sabbats if you celebrate them

Record rituals for sabbats if you choose to do anything for them, that way you have a reference for next year

Information on the elements- earth, air, fire, water, and/or spirit depending on your practice

Information on herbs or crystals you have- I like to print out pictures to include with the correspondences and leave space to write down specific things I use them for

Also, a quick reference list of ways you can care for individual crystals will be very helpful if you use them! Pay extra attention to which ones are sensitive to sun or water, it'll save you crystals later on

Basics of tarot, runes, or other divination methods

Color correspondences!

Information on zodiac signs; I printed out my star chart and put it in

When you do spellwork, write down everything you did and date it. Later you can come back and update whether it worked, what the effects were, and tweak it if necessary- basically treat it like a magic recipe book

A grimoire is not the same as a journal- if you want to write down personal reflections on meditation or your emotional experiences, I would suggest using a separate notebook for those things.

While I understand why people are so hesitant to show their grimoires, I have no qualms with showing a few pages for example purposes. However, I would suggest that you don't share anything that is personalized to your craft to others unless you can 100% guarantee that they won't cause you harm with it.

The only reason I'm ok with putting pictures on here is because they're full of basic information that anyone with Google could find and nothing that's specific to me.

With that being said, here are a few examples from my own grimoire as a reference!

Lines Written in my Cage.

It feels suffocating

Lies so excruciating

The love runs deep

But I might never keep

With lies and mind illusions

I hate how you've got me having delusions

You're giving me hypertension

Now I'm in another dimension

This love is toxic

It's starting to get chaotic

I'm in my zone, chill within my bones

While I'm skipping stones

Staring at the sky

I'm trying not to say bye

My life is going down

Maybe I should move to a new town

Start again, new friends, maybe family

Get my things in harmony

And maybe then I'll finally have peace

Finally get away from the beast

Away from all the abuse

Not drowning in all the misuse

With people crowded like flies

Yet we're trying to get to the skies

My head is pounding

Yet my imagination is unbounding

If I die who's gonna remember me

Maybe my grave will be the key

My mind is a delusional trajectory

I'm hoping I find a new sanctuary

To anyone who's at this stage

I think all I needed was a page

This I think is by far the longest poem I've written👌. I had help from @pheonix-notthebird. She started helping me at "Maybe my grave will be the key". Thanks a lot you were really helpful and I hope y'all like the poem :) . PS: I chose that title cuz Cage nd Page rhyme and it's like start & end so ¯\😋/¯

Roses once red

Now wilted and dead

Memories of love

Now filled with dread

Heartache and tears, the pain won't fade

In a lonely world

My soul aches and sways

My poems make me feel like I'm depressed😭

Roses once red

Now withered and dead

Skies once blue

Now dark in hue

Silence once comforting

Now so suffocating

Can't believe I gave it all up

Just to be with you

This is a poem I wrote a while ago and I read it again and it made me think of Ghost Town, hope y'all like it 🙃

In the middle of the night

I lay awake

Patiently waiting for daybreak

Then I hear the sounds of a fight

People cheering

Whilst some are screaming

But yet I lay there dreaming

Wishing I was daring

Though I know it won't last

I know it'll keep going

The river shall continue flowing

But then again, it's all in the past

It's not that good but I wrote this at 4am cuz I couldn't sleep 🥲