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   (y/n) clutched the plastic water bottle closer to her chest and heaved a sigh. Just inside those doors were the annual group meeting that was held on Saturdays. As it would happen, it was Valentine’s Day today and (y/n) was about to be braver than she’s ever been before, She was about to find out who Karkat liked Herself and many of their other friends had asked and prodded. Sollux had told (y/n) that one time he asked Karkat and he smiled. He didn’t just barely smile, he full out grinned. But that was the only time he had ever had any reaction to the question besides irritation.   In all honesty, (y/n) didn’t

“HALF OF THE THINGS YOU SAY DON’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!!!” “EVERYTHING YOU SAY TRIGGERS ME!” “THAT’S BECAUSE EVERYTHING TRIGGERS YOU!! AND YOU’RE…..YOURE STUPID!!!!” “Nice comeback chie-” “SHUT UP CRONUS!” I turned on my heel and swung the front door open, then slammed it closed as hard as I could muster at the moment. I was enraged. The door slamming echoed in my ringing ears, the red on the edges of my vision pulsating. Most people would agree I was a reasonable person and easy to get along with. Unless your name is Kankri Vantas Then I hated your face I

You and Mituna were close before his accident, that was for sure. Closer than the boy was with Cronus. You were almost considered his pale quadrant, not that the two of you hadn't discussed it at all. It came up quite a bit, in all honesty. You, however, weren't too fond of the pale-zone; especially when you started to notice a bit of a flush was there. As of Mituna's 'accident' however, or, whatever you'd be inclined to call it, you were more or less his caregiver. You seemed to be almost a second lusus to him, not mentioning that Latula babied him somewhat as well. Latula. That name seemed to replay over and over in your head. She wasn't on

Naturally you were inclined to horror movies, seeing as when most of your friends were scared it was a bit funny to see them jump. Not that you liked being scared yourself, however. So, when Cronus suggested that you and a few others get together for a scary movie night, surely you were in. Your circle of friends, whom all got along well at times, were going to meet up at your hive for an evening of popcorn, scares and laughs. Most of them were planning on leaving after a while, not really wanting to camp out on your floor; no matter how comfortable you swear your 'plush rugs' were. You right now were walking with Mituna back to your hive so

Letting your body hit the beanbag you had in the far corner of your room, it would be a lie if you tried convincing yourself that you weren't even remotely tired. After taking care of a certain Captor for the past few days, seeing as he had a bit of a cold, you were exhausted. After cleaning, cooking and babying him with little to no rest, you were grateful to have these little moments to yourself; even if he was in your bed, wrapped up in the blanket and snoring loudly. You remembered when the male first got to your house, sniffling and rubbing his eyes, his body shaking as waves of nausea hit him and caused his body to tremble. You had a pi

Warning: There is swearing involved and some fighting. But this is a 2P story, so what do you expect? *** ‘FATSO!’ ‘SLUT!’ ‘WHALE!’ ‘WHORE!’ ‘LARD-BUTT’ ‘SLAPPER!’ Everyone is the school winced as they heard the usual argument. As per usual, Chelsea was picking on you for your weight. And as usual, you weren’t taking any of her shit. A door burst open and you two stormed out, still yelling abuse at each other. ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ she screamed. ‘NAH THANKS, YOU BOYFRIEND DID IT FOR ME!’ You yelled back. ‘LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS, YOU PIG!

{waking up too early maybe we should sleep in} -- As you slowly drip into a drowsy reality, you realize that it is, indeed Valentine’s Day; and that you are, indeed, cuddling with Matthieu Williams as usual. A slight smile tugs at your lips as you realize the position you are in. You feel his arms tighten you, trying to pull you closer if physically possible. Both of your legs are wrapped tightly around one of his, both of you laying on your sides and facing each other. It’s warm, and you can hear the rain outside of the house you two share. It’s soothing, and adds to the sleepy, lullaby affect that hangs in the air. You

Cramps “Kitten?”’ calls a voice through the house. You groan and turn over, feeling the pounding headache get worse as you hear your flush crush coming in. It suddenly sinks in and you want to die ; Cronus Ampora was about to see you on your period. How embarrassing was that? He was your crush for Christ’s sake ; and a boy, at that! Blood rushing to your cheeks, you look around the room and see a bottle of Ibuprofen and Midol and other menstrual- related healing pills and chocolate wrappers all over the room. It didn’t helping that you were in sweatpants and your hair was in the messiest, crappiest bun known to