#2 days in and ive already changed brushes

[mee1414]

The man who no one calls the same name

Day 2 - Xisumavoid

[mistydeyes]

a sick day visit

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summary: You prided yourself on not getting sick. Even as a child, you bragged about your perfect attendance. However, the day has finally come and you’re in bed with a sore throat and swollen lymph nodes. Noting your absence, the 141 decides to pay you a visit.

pairing: 141 x pharmacist!Reader

if you want to read some other interactions with our lovely pharmacist -> pharmacist!reader tag

warnings: swearing, medical terminology/descriptions of illness

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Healthcare professionals never get sick. They just don't. That's why when you woke up with a sore throat, swollen and painful lymph nodes, and a headache, you silently cursed everything in the universe. The last few days you were more tired than usual but nothing out of the ordinary. You were supposed to report to the pharmacy at 07:00 hours but you knew you weren't going to make it there. You groggily grabbed your phone and made a few phone calls. Eventually, after an hour, you were able to get one of your civilian pharmacist colleagues to fill in for you. "Thanks, Dr. Stewart, I already notified security and the techs that you'll be coming in today," you hoarsely croaked out and hung up the phone.

Once everything was in order, you put a plain shirt and pants on and bundled yourself in a blanket. You knew that you should go visit the doctor to find out what was wrong. You brushed your teeth to have a semblance of normalcy but to put it politely, you looked like hell. Before you left, you made sure to find a medical mask, just in case whatever you had was contagious. You slipped on some shoes and exited your quarters to the medical wing.

As you walked, you ignored the bewildered looks of the soldiers as they passed. Some gave you a quick, "Good morning, Captain," and you weakly gave them a wave. Eventually, you could see Captain Price emerge from an adjoining hallway and he locked eyes with you. "Captain L/N, heard you were missing from the pharmacy today," he said and you moved to the side of the hallway to allow others to walk. "Hi John, just feeling under the weather, should be back tomorrow," you said softly. You could see the pity in his eyes as you used your elbow to cough. "Just let me know if you need anything, I'll personally have the 141 deliver anything," he said kindly and allowed you to continue to the doctor.

Despite being a pharmacist, you hated going to the doctor. Something about the sterility of the environment made you uneasy. "Ah Captain, funny seeing you here," the doctor commented as she entered. You smiled, she was one of your better friends in this department and you relaxed upon seeing her. "Definitely don't want to under these circumstances," you replied and she motioned for you to take off your mask so she could begin examining you. As soon as you opened your mouth, you could tell she knew what was wrong with you.

"What is it?" you asked and she dialed a number on the medical wing's phone. "Oh love, I think you have mononucleosis. I'm going to run some blood work and have a test done but it's pretty certain," she spoke and you were surprised. "Isn't that only spread through direct contact or saliva?" you asked. It was a silly question as mononucleosis was also known as the kissing disease but you wanted extra confirmation. "It can be or it can be spread by sharing utensils or drinks," she said and you internally facepalmed. You silently regretted going out for drinks with your techs and trying everyone's drinks. "It usually takes about 1-2 months to show symptoms," she continued, "there is no treatment, only rest, liquids, and paracetamol."

After two hours of waiting for your results with the phlebotomist, your doctor's suspicions were confirmed. "Sorry Captain," the phlebotomist said and sent you back to your room with a bottle of paracetamol and some Liquid IV. As you changed into pajamas, you made sure to notify your staff of your diagnosis and promised you'd be back at work as soon as your fever broke. Having nothing else to do, you settled back into bed and grabbed a book for the long days of recovery ahead.

You were almost finished with your book when you heard a knock on your door. "Coming," you called and put an Army sweatshirt on before opening it. At the door were four men who you immediately recognized as the 141. You almost laughed when you saw them all wearing matching balaclavas with a skeleton painted on them. Better safe than sorry, I guess. "What are you guys doing here?" you asked as you held the door partially open. "Heard our favorite pharmacist was sick so we brought you some things," Gaz smiled at you and you noticed a small bag of goodies in Soap's hands. "What you got anyways?" Soap asked as he handed you the bag. "Don't laugh but I have mono," you said and everyone took a step back. "I promise I'm not contagious but no kissing and sharing drinks for me for a little while," you joked and you could see everyone take a deep breath. You invited them inside your room to continue the conversation.

As they walked into your room they admired the decor. Unlike some other officers, the base was your permanent housing arrangement. You decided to make it as much of a home as possible. This included bringing in carpets for the cold tile floors, a bookshelf filled with pharmacy textbooks and novels in various languages, and other little trinkets. You even had a few pictures of your favorite people including your proud parents. You sat on the bed and the men cozied themselves on the carpet and your small loveseat. You allowed everyone a moment to settle as you could see them eye your decor. Everyone seemed to find something that peaked their interest. Simon studied your posters of famous art pieces, Gaz tried to figure out the locations of the postcards from your uni pharmacy friends, and Soap was intensely looking at the colorful pillows that adorned your bed. "Quite a setup you have here," Price commented as he thumbed through your Russian copy of Wuthering Heights. "Might as well make this place a home," you smiled and pulled a blanket around yourself.

"Do you know how you got it?" Ghost spoke up suddenly. "Well it might have been my fault but it was probably when I took my techs to a pub off-base," you sheepishly answered. "It was stupid but we all thought it would be a great idea to share drinks," you continued. "I thought it was the kissing disease," Gaz commented as you finished your story. You laughed lightly before responding. "That's one of the easiest ways to get it but anything with saliva contact spreads it," you began, "Plus there's no significant other I would have to worry about, Sergeant" Suspiciously, they all smiled and you couldn't understand why they were so invested in your love life.

"Anyways how have you been?" you asked and Price was the first one to speak up. "Back again for a while but we still miss your patient care in the pharmacy," he replied and everyone nodded their heads in response. "Your friend doesn't know what they're doin," Soap pitched in, "he just gives us our prescriptions without even a hello." Your smile faltered slightly, you were upset to hear this is how he treated your patients. "I'll be back soon, I promise," you responded. After a lull of silence, you yawned as today's events had tired you out. "You should open the bag," Ghost mentioned and you suddenly remembered the gift they put together.

You grabbed the small brown bag that sat next to you and poured its contents out on your duvet. Inside, they had put some snacks from the vending machine, bags of tea, and a crudely drawn picture of what looked like the members of the 141. "Oh thank you all," you gasped and went to pick up the drawing. "Why this though?" you asked and saw four figures carrying a comically sized pill bottle to what looked like you with a mask and blanket. "What I thought it was funny," Soap said defensively and you smiled. "I'll be sure to frame this one," you said before setting it back down. Despite being cold-hearted soldiers, they did some nice things sometimes. Eventually after some more light conversation, they could tell you needed some rest and saw themselves out. "Thanks again for stopping by," you called as they exited. "Anytime," Price said before he closed your room's door.

As they walked down the hall, you could hear their conversation through the thin wall. "You see that picture of them from uni?" you heard Gaz ask. "Ye the one next to the bookshelf, right?" Soap responded. "Didn't know that wearing a bathing suit with a pharmacy coat was part of the uniform," you heard Gaz say and your eyes shot to the aforementioned photo. You stood there, two other friends from pharmacy school, on the beaches of Cornwall only wearing a bathing suit and your white coat. Next time you invite someone over, you'll be sure to hide that photo.

[sixflame438]

What Is Love?

Synopsis - You are a renowned author known for writing great pieces but youve never written romance because you dont know what it feels like. Until one day you visit a bookstore and you meet a cute girl who makes you feel things.

Pairing - Huh Yunjin x Reader

Tags - Fluff, Artist!Yunjin, Writer!Reader, possible errors

A/N - Originally written on and for Yunjins bday (over a month ago). Was longer but this was finished already so ive cut it. Part 2 one day

Word Count - 3300

You couldnt write romance for shit. It was a well known fact in your fanbase and you were always victim to their teasing. As an author you were renowned for your talented abilities when it came to writing, always creating amazing pieces of work whether it was simple screenplay in hallmark movies or your own books that you drafted and published.

No matter the genre you wrote in, you were always praised and respected for what you wrote. Action, angst, fiction, science fiction, fantasy, fluff, horror. Just name the genre and you had probably written something in it before. All except for romance.

Youve had multiple questions from readers and critics alike grilling you to write romantic fluff for a change but you always evaded the questions to the best of your ability. It wasnt that you didnt want to write romance, in fact youd love to write some happy centric stories for a change but the problem was that you simply didnt know how to.

What was love? You didnt know the answer to that. Obviously you were well versed in platonic and parental love but not romantic love. Youve never been in a proper relationship, hell you dont think youve ever even had a crush before.

And sure youve had kissed a few times with other people but you never felt anything different afterwards. The fireworks when you kiss, the feelings of butterflies, the nervous stuttering of speech, the lingering burn when you brushed your hand against theirs. These were all just urban legends in your mind, always spoken about but never found.

You were convinced people were making it up, how could someone affect you so much by just existing? How was the mere thought of a crush enough to turn someone red? Why red? Is that why its the colour of love? You really couldnt wrap your head around the whole concept.

As a normal person would when writing, you would spend time researching your topic at hand to ensure youd write about it accurately and make sure the things you wrote were described correctly.

But no matter how long you spent studying articles and scientific thesis’s you just couldn’t understand anything. There were too many unknown variables and it seemed each relationship was different. Too many factors for you to bother with and the lack of experience really affected your take on the idea of love.

Of course you tried to put yourself out there, love was always a topic that required field research and experiencing first hand rather than second hand through papers and books, but that didnt mean it ever lead to anything.

There was a situation you were in once where to others it may seem you guys were totally going to get together and become official but it was completely one sided. The girl was obsessed with you, always trying to impress you the best she could in attempts to win you over but you never felt anything for her. If anything you felt a little confused and very sorry for her.

It was valiant dedication from her part you could acknowledge that but you just didnt understand why. Why did she want you to like her so much? Why didnt you feel anything romantic for her? And its not like you didnt want to not feel those feelings for her you just couldnt for some reason. She was cute, loyal and extremely friendly and caring. Textbook green flag. Would make for a perfect girlfriend, but apparently not for you. Maybe love just wasnt for you.

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As you step into the bookstore you feel at ease, a wave of calm exuded from the atmosphere within. You walk between aisles of wooden shelves, each stocked to the brim with every type of book you could ask for. The newest and latest, the old but classic, super specific and niche gaming guides, you name it the store probably had it.

Having already known what you were coming for you swiftly made your way to the section that displayed the newest releases of the month. [insert a book title] was the name of the book, written by yours truly as shown at the bottom with a nice little font that worked well with the cover page.

You weren’t an artist, didnt know any either so the covers were always a little plain but the material inside was good enough to negate that. Well you hope anyway because otherwise no one would buy your stuff and you’d just be another tired broke writer with a dream.

Was it a little conceited to be buying your own books? Maybe. But you had to boost sales somehow and its not like anyone else was gonna find out.

While you were gathering your items you noticed how quiet it actually was in the store, nothing but soft music could be heard in the background, it was the type with no lyrics, just pure instrumental talent. Was that a trumpet just now? You wouldn’t know you weren’t well versed in music.

It was weird though seeing no one else around you. Usually thered be a few people wondering around browsing whether that be alone or with their friends and there was always someone who would stand at the register and greet people who came in.

Was the store closed? Couldn’t be the lights were on and the door wasnt locked so there must be someone in here. Maybe theyre in the back you wonder to yourself as you bring your books to the register counter. Just as you were about to ring the bell you notice a small figure hunched over the counter behind the register.

The person had long straight light brown hair and with the way they were hovered over the counter it looked like they were taking a nap.

“Hello?”

Clearly started by your presence, the person looked up at you shocked, immediately pausing what they were doing. It was a girl that looked about your age and damn was she pretty. As the mystery girl stands up you notice she isnt as small as you originally thought she was, in fact if you had to guess you’d say shes about 12 centimetres taller than you give or take.

You watch on stunned by her beauty as she uses one hand to push her glasses up to their correct position on the bridge of her nose and the other waving around animatedly as she tried to explain herself.

“Oh im so sorry I didnt see or hear you come in, must’ve had my music on too loud again” She explains sheepishly while gesturing to the airpod in her left ear. When she doesnt get a reply from you she just stares back at you with a confused tilt of her head.

“Uh hello?” The girl says with a light wave in front of your face trying to get your attention, “are you there?”

“Oh right sorry” you finally reply, shaking your head slightly embarrassed as you realise you just zoned out staring at the girls face. “just wanted to get these please”

“Of course! Let me help you with that it wont be a minute” the girl says cheerfully

As your stack of books were getting processed you took the moment to fully take in the girl in front if you again. Hazel eyes, black frames, white and black lined shirt, wooden pencil, blue krabby patty bun?

“What were you drawing?”

“Oh im drawing a jellyfish” the girl replies proudly, picking up her sketchbook to show you her half finished drawing.

“Oh haha woops” you chuckle nervously as you scratch the back of your neck. “I thought it looked like a krabby patty”

“A krabby patty?!? Ill have you know this unfinished blob is NOT a krabby patty but a beautiful to be blue jellyfish” scoffs the employee who just finished packing up your books.

“Hey now its literally just a blue weirdly shaped circle what else was i supposed to think it was??”

“A jellyfish?”

“Nothing about that says jellyfish”

“Ugh i dont know im just offended you thought it was a krabby patty of all things”

“Does it not look like the shape of a top bun on a burger? And you drew it with a blue colouring pencil, there are no blue burgers that ive seen other than those weirdly coloured krabby patties from spongebob so of course thats what i thought, can you blame me?? It doesnt even have legs yet how am i supposed to know that it was meant to be a jellyfish??”

“So you think im a bad artist?” She says with pouted lips. You didnt understand how but your resolve weakened at the sight of that.

“Now hold on i never said that” you hurriedly rush out in a panic, trying to come up with a way to make the girl feel better.

“Hahaha no im just messing with you”

“Phew you had me worried” you sigh pretending to wipe of sweat of your forehead

“No but i promise im not actually a bad artist, here look through the book ive got better sketches in there which are done and so much better than the so called “krabby patty””

As you carefully flipped each page you took in all the doodles and drawings she had drawn, ranging from realistic environment sketches of mountains and rivers to drawings of people and animals. You also noticed the many many jellyfish scattered throughout the sketchbook.

“You have a thing for jellyfish or?”

“Oh i love jellyfish theyre my favorite animal”

“Thats seems pretty obvious”

“Yea i like drawing them, theyre easy and simple to sketch too! Just a blob for a head and some stringy legs. They also look so cute as well just floating along in the water”

Youre so cute is what you hear a little voice say in the back of your head.

“Whats this?” You ask showing its originator loose pages that you slipped out from the back of the sketchbook. They looked like they had been scrunched up in frustration due to the creases and tear marks on the page and possibly almost discarded.

“Oh uh dont worry about those theyre just some random ideas and concepts i had”

“Well theyre really cool” you comment as you bring attention to a page with a highly detailed sketch of a character you hadnt seen before.

“Did you come up with this yourself?”

“Yea those are my original designs. Ive always wanted to illustrate for books and things alike but i dont know any writers and im not good with words so its hard to come up with my own story” the girl shares and you dont miss the disappointed hopeless tone of her voice.

For some reason the ache in ur heart is back and you absolutely hate the feeling. Without even thinking you blurt out “I can help”. This causes aspiring artist to snap her head towards you, a hopeful yes tentative sparkle in her eyes.

“You can? How?”

As you finally register your words you quickly come up with an explanation, worthy of your previous statement. Mentally slapping yourself in the process for even offering your help. Why did you even agree? There wasnt much else you wanted to do other than buy the books and get out of the store.

“Well im an author myself and i could help you with the storyline of whatever your book would be about. I would just need some pointers on what you want it to be about and what the characters are like etc. Or we could work together and collaborate on something”

“WAIT YOU WOULD DO THAT FOR ME?”

“Mhm”

“OMG I LITERALLY LOVE YOU YOUR SO COOL FOR THAT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU”

Hearing the phrase of endearment had your heart racing a little. To her it was just a throwaway term and you didnt even know this girl so what was this feeling? You watched a little amused as the girl dropped to her knees literally for you

“Ok calm down its not that big of a deal” You say turning your head away to hide the blush and how much that stupid action had affected you.

“Right sorry that was probably a bit much, but are you serious? Im not even that good it might turn into nothing”

“Yea im sure, and if nothing proper comes out of this well im sure ill still have a nice time getting to know you” You say beaming with confidence you didnt know you even had. Were you okay? Were you still in your own body? Since when were you so social / happy and straight forward?

“EEEEEEEEEKKK” the girl shrieked with pure unfiltered happiness, it was cute how excited she was and how her entire being seemed to be radiating with nothing but positivity. The hopeful look in her eyes that screamed gratitude and how one single phrase was enough to seemingly brighten her up like that, you never wanted that light to dim.

The girl recovers her composure and clears her throat.

“Im Yunjin” Your cashier says with an outstretched arm

“Yn, pleasure to meet your acquaintance” You say as you shake her hand, trying to keep professional.

Naturally your eyes travel down to your interlocked hands, it felt nice having it in yunjins. Hers were much bigger than yours and you could feel how soft and gentle her grip was, the warmth sending chills up your arm. Yunjin clears her throat again when she sees you zone out again and not letting go of her hand.

Embarrassed again you drop your grip and mentally curse yourself for being a fool and for holding her hand for the longer than acceptable time.

“Can I have your phone number?”

You dont know why but hearing that statement scared you a little, a prickly feeling that felt unsettling. Sensing your hesitance she quickly adds

“To contact you about you helping me with writing”

“Ah of course” You reply as nonchalantly as possible, trying to mask the embarrassment from almost misinterpreting her words. Theres a light blush over your face as you hand your phone over, hands slightly trembling when you brush against Yunjins.

It doesnt take long for her to make a new contact and when youre handed your phone back you notice ‘Yunjin 💕’ is what she saves herself as. Its almost like she knows the effect shes having on you and shes purposely playing with you.

Other than the foreign feelings you were feeling there was also a different kind of nervousness you were experiencing . 

You had never worked with anyone else before. Its not that you didnt get offers but more that you didnt ever want to work with anyone. Many many talented people (artists and fellow writers alike) had come approaching you in the hopes of a collaboration piece but no matter how much experience or how famous they were you always turned the offers down, preferring your own silence and way of thinking.

It was weird, you were this amazing writer yet there was this indescribable feeling you couldn’t put into words that made you want to gravitate towards the girl. Maybe it was the comforting aura or her goofy personality you had started to see. Whatever it was it had to be big if it was leading you to make this kind of decision.

“So Ms Author what do you write? Do you even have published books?”

“I write childrens books” You say proudly

“Well i assumed thats the type of book you were referring too since your sketches look like they belong in some.” You comment causally with a shrug as if you didnt just diss her.

Wait that wasnt very nice you’ve hardly met this girl and yet youre already making backhanded jokes. Were you just that comfortable with her already to even say that or were you really just a bitch?

Yunjin sends you a glare and an angry pout as she turns her back to you with her arms crossed. You would’ve assumed you’d properly upset her if she didn’t break out into a fit of giggles a second later, wiping tears from her eyes as she turns back around.

“Damn you’re funny, I like you” She says while still laughing.

Then as if her emotions just turned off she pins you with a serious expression, her light tone replaced with a horrible attempt to sound grave

“Youre not serious though right cause you cant just come in here and insult my work”

“Yea im just fucking with you. You see those books?” You ask pointing towards the stack that you just purchased which were now neatly packed into a bag, ready for you to take. “Yea thats me” you finish, trying not to sound arrogant.

Yunjin looked at you in disbelief “You wrote that??!? So many people have come to get this ever since it dropped theres no way thats you, now youre really playing with me”

Not knowing what to say you just give her a small nod trying to remain unaffected as if it was information everyone knew but you couldnt help the little smile that creeps its way onto your face after hearing the praise.

“Shit so youre like famous famous….” Yunjin trails off as you can physically see the gears in her head turning, each furrow and blink signifying a new thought.

“Wait so people actually buy their own books? Can you not just get a free copy from the printing company or something? Why would you go out and buy one thats a waste of effort.”

“I do get a copy, I just like the feeling of buying something I actually made, its a nice feeling of satisfaction. Plus it boosts book sales”

“……is that not like cheating? Its smart, but it sounds wrong”

“Well im pretty sure im not the only one who does this” You say dismissively with a shrug.

“Huh guess you learn something new everyday” Yunjin replies as she slowly grasps the concept.

“Right here are your books you probably dont wanna be stuck here any longer, thatll be $57.94”

“Who says i wouldnt wanna be stuck here with someone as pretty and talented as you?” You reply cheekily as you lean on the counter to get closer to Yunjin.

Its funny seeing the blush rise from her face and you chuckle to yourself as you pull back from the counter to pay with your card.

Yunjin shakes her head lightly, getting out of her starstruck gaze and pushes the bag towards you. “Well here you go, thanks for shopping with us today and on a personal note thank you for offering your help. I really do appreciate it”

“Hey no worries Yunjin, itll be my first collab though so dont come at me if I disagree or do things weirdly”

“Haha dont worry, im quite excited either way”

“Oh me too. Im gonna go now but it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah definitely” Yunjin says with a bright smile.

Youre waving as you leave and as your hand reaches for the door handle youre stopped by your cashier calling your name, turning to face her direction once again.

“Oh and yn?” Damn her saying your name felt nice. “Call me” she says with a wink and smirk.

You cant stop the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach but you turn back anyway and walk out as if you felt nothing.

Cruising down the street towards where your car was parked, you couldn’t help but be invigorated with this new feeling. It was hopeful, exciting and you couldn’t help thinking that this was going to be the start of something new.

[aventurineswife]

TYYY, im the anon who requested avgin reader <33

i was thinking maybe part 2, where aventurine remembers that he promised to marry reader (an aventurine fan being delusional in its finest after some lovely angst), he would remember the promise because his past self told him that he would marry reader when he's older, and maybe he tries to find us but we already leave penacony

he looks for us for a while, but doesn't find us, until he comes across us again, but we have different colored eyes (contacts(im imagining every avgin has their own very unique eyes)). he tells us that he is sorry, but he had to leave kakavasha behind in order to become aventurine, AND WE MAKE OUT

jkjk

but he wants us to starts over and be friends again, and then eventually we start dating

i love being delusional over fictional men (especially aventurine)

End of Beginning | Part 2

Summary: Driven by a forgotten promise he made to you in your youth, Aventurine searches for you, only to discover you have also changed.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Slow Burn, Second Chance Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reunited Lovers, Childhood Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Emotional Repression, Confession in the Rain, Friends to Lovers.

Warnings: Emotional Pain and Past Trauma, Identity Struggles, Themes of Loss and Separation, Mild Language.

A/N: OMG HIII!! 🤭I LOVED YOUR PREVIOUS REQ AND YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THAT LMAOO!! ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS ONE 🫶💖🥰

(Part 1)

The rain came down like a forgotten melody, blurring the neon lights of Penacony's streets into hazy streaks of color. Aventurine stood beneath an awning, absentmindedly watching the downpour, his hand resting in his pocket, fingers brushing against a small object: a chipped, red gemstone you’d given him back on Sigonia-IV, long before everything had changed.

It had started with a memory—half-formed, distant but persistent. "When I’m older," his voice from another time had echoed faintly, "I’ll marry you." He hadn’t thought of that promise in years, but it lingered now, blooming in the spaces between his fabricated smiles and rehearsed confidence. In the midst of high-stakes deals and risky wagers, a part of him had begun yearning for something more honest, something only you could have given him.

And so, he had started looking. But you had already left Penacony, slipping away just as he arrived at places where he was certain he’d find you. Weeks turned into months, yet his search continued, propelled by a restless ache he couldn’t deny. Each dead-end only amplified the memory of you—your laughter, the way you’d said his real name, Kakavasha, as if it held his entire world within it.

Finally, he found himself in a quiet place far from the bustling cities, the perfect setting for chance reunions. He spotted you standing beneath a flickering streetlight, your silhouette softened by the drizzle. But when you turned to face him, he froze, heart hammering as he took in your unfamiliar gaze—your eyes were different, colored lenses casting your unique Avgin irises into another shade.

Still, he could tell it was you. He took a step forward, and you blinked in recognition, guarded but unable to disguise the glint of emotion in your expression.

“Kakavasha...” you murmured, almost like a question, but he could hear the hope hidden in your voice.

He clenched his jaw, glancing down as he felt the weight of that name settle into him. “I... I’m sorry,” he began, voice barely rising above the rainfall. “I had to leave Kakavasha behind to become Aventurine.”

The words hung between you both, fragile but resolute. You studied him, looking for a hint of the boy you once knew, the one who had promised forever. He took another step, so close now that he could see the light rain gathering in your hair, feel the warmth of your presence. “I remember... that I once told you I’d marry you one day,” he confessed softly, almost afraid to voice it aloud. “That’s why I’ve been looking for you.”

“Why didn’t you stay?” The hurt in your voice was undeniable, woven with both sorrow and defiance. “Why did you let go of everything we had?”

Aventurine closed his eyes, breathing through the ache. “I had to,” he said quietly, “to survive, to become someone who could protect you, in a way I couldn’t before.” He looked up at you, eyes revealing the struggle beneath his poised exterior. “But I want to try again, to be... someone you can trust. Let’s start over. As friends, if that’s what you want.”

The words opened a wound, yet there was something in his gaze—vulnerable and raw—that made you want to believe him. The rain picked up, pouring harder now, drenching you both in a cloak of silver. He lifted his hand, hesitated, then let it fall, as if afraid he no longer had the right to reach for you.

And then, standing under the rain, words escaped you, unbidden but true. “Then let’s start over.” Your voice was a whisper, but it was enough.

Aventurine’s eyes softened, a flicker of hope sparking within them. He stepped back, nodded, and offered a small smile that, for the first time in years, felt genuine. Neither of you moved to leave; instead, you lingered, drenched and laughing softly under the storm, sharing a tentative glance that promised more than any words could convey.

As the rain poured down, you both knew this was only the beginning—of something fragile, yet unbreakable.

[kokoqvx0]

Vacation with Gojo Satoru

Ngl ive been thinking about a vacation with gojo so i wanted to write some hcs ab it!! Hope u like it :3

Pov: Gojo takes you on vacation for one week to celebrate your birthday, and it was the best week of your life 🙏🔥

SFW

- Gojo surprises you with 2 tickets booked to the one place in the world you always wanted to visit for your birthday on a dinner date!! it was so romantic

- once yall get there he already booked almost everything for u, the best hotel, and made sure everything was set up perfectly with decor and presents in ur room

- he paid for everything, like EVERYTHING. Dinner was so good, and he always was around you.

- you guys went to the beach alot to swim around and have fun, and he took you around the country to visit more beaches and places that you would love to see

- whatever you want, he'll make it happen. It's your birthday after all, so you want to go eat out and drink till 3 am? He'll make sure to stay sober enough to get you guys back to the room. Want to go pet the stray animals for hours on end, and bring one home? He'll tuck a stray cat in his bag and surprise you with it in your room. Want to go around shopping all day? He'll get a driver for both of you and buy anything you want.

- throughout the day he'll leave small notes and trinkets around the hotel room and during breakfast, lunch or dinner like small notes with praise, compliments or dirty pick up lines to make you laugh.

- he'll also leave small gifts, like rings or necklaces and figures that reminded him of you when he went out with you to go shopping.

- when your out dancing some guys stare or try to flirt with you, and satoru will show up in his sexy ass clothes (some shorts and t shirt that's half open) with a drink in his hand and tell the guy off, saying that she's already taken.

- once a guy hit on you during vacation at the beach, and satoru came up and said that he was your husband and wrapped his hand around your waist

- ofc gojo had girls drooling on him, but he did not pay attention to any of em. Obv when you guys went drinking, girls would flirt and sit with him when you weren't there, but once gojo saw you in a distance after being harrased by a bunch of foreign women, he got up quickly and said "there's my beautiful girlfriend, sorry girls but my future wife and me have an amazing night to spend" and he walked off without even glancing back at them.

- ofc he was a sorcerer so he could've had to leave the vacation any day to go on a mission that was important, so one day he suddenly had to leave to go on a dangerous mission to help his students. He apologized so much, and made sure he would come back right when he was done, and even paid for one more week because he had to leave for 2-3 days.

- you were extremely sad, but understanding. He left for a few days and you were by yourself, he left you his credit card and the driver.

-he would text you whenever he could updating you on the situation and sending pictures

- when he finally came back, he saw you sitting in your room all alone and sad.

- he asked you why you were so sad, and you told him you started to miss him so much and didn't feel like having fun without him, because he was also your boyfriend and best friend.

- he felt so guilty and asked for forgiveness, you did forgive him and you guys spent the whole day together

- when you realized he paid for one more week, you told him he shouldn't pay so much money on you, gojo brushed it off and said it was nothing, seeing you happy and being with you in such a beautiful place was worth every single penny.

NSFW

- birthday sex was wild. Every night you two would go crazy, he would dominate the hell out of you if you asked, and filled everyone of your fantasies

- one night you guys went so hard, you had to change rooms a day after because of the people next to you complaining about a bed creaking and the moaning that they could hear through the walls till late

- one night when you came back from the indoor restaurant in the hotel to look for gojo in the room, you saw him with petals on the bed, wine on the bedside table and a rose in his mouth

- he had his shirt off and dress pants, grinning from ear to ear, "Hey baby, ready for bed?" You laughed at first, but honestly it was soo hot to see him like that

- that night was great. He would pound into you like nothing else mattered in the world, and everytime he came inside you, he would say happy birthday and smirk while continuing

- you wanted to dom him? Alright, he would let you. Wanted to get dominated by him? For him to not hold back? Bet. He'll make sure you can't walk the next day. (Room service is great!)

- you two would relax in the indoor hot tub in your room after you two were finally done

- most likely would end up fucking in the tub too.

- you two had a great balcony view of the ocean and beach, you would stand outside just to enjoy the view.

- gojo would go our to the balcony and slowly rub his hands up and down your back, then around your waist. If you two were in the mood, he would start kissing down your neck and pull up your night dress, then his shorts were off next.

- you would grip the railing as he thrusted in and out of you from behind, covering your mouth or pulling your hands back sometimes.

- "shhh, don't want other people to hear your cute little moans right?" He teased, while spanking you and pounding you even harder

- he would pick you up with his arms to face him, while he continued to pound into your cunt like it was any other day.

- "does the birthday girl like daddy's cock, huh? Tell me how good it feels baby."

- after the vacation was over, you two would head back with loads of bags of souvenirs and everything you two bought. He probably spent at least around 10,000 on you. (Maybe more)

- if you guys went somewhere hot, gojos tan line would definitely show. It would be kinda cute the way his Tan looked on him.

- gojo would stare at your tans all the time after you guys came back, he would trace them and tell you how your breasts and ass looked so cute.

- you told him how the hell you could make up all he did for you on your birthday on his birthday?? He just told you, "for my birthday, all I need is you. I don't care about anything too expensive, that's up to you. The sex will be great though, that's for sure." You smacked the back of his head playfully as he laughed at his dirty remark.

[spiderlandry]

steady ticking of a clock (part 1) — ethan landry

Description: You and Ethan became childhood friends when you began talking to each other across your balconies in New Jersey. You both reunite in New York City, older and yet still young; consequently making Ethan face what could have been and what could be.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (they/them)

Warnings/Tags: unedited (but will edit soon🤝), fluff, angst, open ending but it will be resolved in part 2 🫠, a bit unrealistic college life but for plot reasons

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s Note: ignore the new york/jersey inaccuracies ive never been there

Ethan once came up with a plan to stay in one spot forever. A point in time that he can live over and over again, never having to move forward with the uncertainty of what shall come next. That point was his childhood aprtment in New Jersey, the week before you left. His solution was a time machine—and he laid out his plans to you when you were almost teenagers.

Your apartment was right next to his. Your balconies were close enough that you could hold a conversation, and your secret meetings soon became the highlight of Ethan’s day. It may have been the mystery of it all; always separated by a fissure between the two platforms but still finding a way to communicate.

Ethan knew the reason he spoke to you was because he felt bad that you were new to the building, and overheard you talking on the phone to a friend back home and telling them that you’d felt lonely in the new city. He even surprised himself with the way he began the conversation with demanding you become his friend rather than asking politely like his father taught him to.

You never had the chance to talk to him face-to-face until you broke the news of your moving to another state once again. It was a vivid memory, the way Ethan’s heart cracked, and he rushed over out into the hallway and told you to meet him out there. He hugged you and said, I’m going to make a time machine so we can live here forever.

Perhaps he had taken your presence for granted, because the next week, you were gone. He never went out into the balcony again.

And now, in New York City, at a frat party Chad dragged him to, Ethan began to think that maybe it wasn’t too late to change his major to theoretical physics and get started on that time machine.

Because you were there. In front of him.

Though you were older, taller, and had an air of confidence around you he‘d never seen but figured you could always have—your smile never changed. The hair was different, but the curve of your lips and the wrinkle of your nose stayed the same. You held a drink in your hand but it wasn’t alcoholic, and Ethan’s mind ran wild with the prospect of your interests and the reasons behind them. You‘ve gained more life experience, just as he had. But that excited him. He wanted to know more, know everything, and know you just as much as he knew you then.

“It’s been a while,” you said. It did a good job of snapping him out of his stupor.

“Um—yeah,” he stammered, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. “It has.”

“You live in New York?”

He scratched an invisible itch on his neck. “Since the last year of high-school. You?”

Maybe his heart broke a second time when you said, “Oh, no. I’m just visiting.”

He was so sure it worsened the one he already had from the first time you left. But there’s no way he’d let you know, if he had anything to do with it.

“How long are you gonna be here, then?” He tried to brush off the slight tremor in his voice, the way he tapered off the question. Hopefully you forgot his tells.

“I’m just here for a few days,” you shrugged. He realized that you sounded sad about it too, but maybe it was wishful thinking on his part. “I’m going back Sunday.”

He held back from asking where exactly you were going back to, but you must have read his mind because you added: “I’m in Chicago now, by the way. Probably dumb, but do you remember—“

The answer tumbled out of him on instinct. “That’s where your brother wanted to go for college.”

A sweet smile graced your face upon hearing it. “Yeah,” you chuckled. “He’s—that’s why we moved again. You go to Blackmore?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “This is just—“ he cringed when somebody bumped into him, spilling a bit of their drink. He subsequently moved to lean against the closest wall out of the way. “I don’t party. Not really. I hate it.”

Pausing, you thought for a moment. “Let’s go outside.”

Ethan hoped he still meant something to you. He was a sentimental person. When he loves somebody, that love will always be there, whether platonic or romantic. But he didn’t know what you were like. Maybe you’d become cold, or mean, though he doubted that because your smile warmed him like the sun.

“How’s the family?” You asked, keeping a short distance from the frat house, leaning against a fence.

“The same,” he sighed. “You?”

“The same.” You grinned. “Does Quinn study here, too?”

“Yeah, yeah she does.”

There was an awkward beat where neither of you knew how to continue this conversation. So much for being childhood friends, he thought.

“Are you…are you with anybody?” You suddenly asked, Ethan’s heart dropping upon hearing it.

At his bewildered expression, you clarified, “I mean at this party! Did you come here with a friend or alone?”

He laughed, relieved. “Yeah, my friend dragged me here. Why? Are you?”

“Visiting my friend. I was just asking because…you know…maybe we could ditch the party for a bit,” you shrugged.

“Really? I mean,” He was a tad too excited. He cleared his throat, reverting his voice back into a lower register, “Really?”

It was your turn to laugh. “Really. I can just text my friend, he’ll understand.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere.”

Walking under the moonlight with nobody else around, Ethan gradually became more comfortable getting to know you all over again. He found out you chose to follow in your brother’s footsteps in studying law in Chicago. You liked milkshakes, your cat was still alive and kicking, and your favourite food was the same as it was years ago.

You got to know him, too. He told you about his major, about his friends, about what he hated in college along with its advantages. You seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say, and though it’s not a competition or anything, he was so sure he was more interested in you than you were of him. He hung onto your every word. He finally opened up the locked box containing his most precious memories of you (every single one of them, that is), and he could add to it again.

There was no doubting of your ability to draw him back into your orbit, regardless of the time lost. Hopefully he would be the same to you.

Look, Ethan hated icebreakers. But when you suggested to play twenty-one questions, he couldn’t possibly turn you down.

They were simple questions. Favourite colour, the place you wanted to travel most, anything either of you thought of.

But you asked: “First love?”

He did not hesitate to answer: “Pass,” Ethan shook his head. “My turn.”

“Wait—hey!” You protested. “You cannot do that.”

“I can do what I want.” He was grinning, but there was a pit in his stomach telling him not to let you find out that he’d never been with anybody.

“Why don’t you wanna answer?”

“Because I don’t!”

You hummed. “I bet you’re still heartbroken,” you teased. “Fine, let’s keep going.”

He didn’t think to ask you about your first love. Maybe he did it on purpose. He really didn’t want that kind of knowledge, it would eat at him knowing he wasn’t yours.

Why, though? As you both reached Ethan’s dorm building, he looked at you—whywhywhywhywhywhy—Why did he hate the idea of him not being your first love?

He didn’t have time to think about that.

He invited you into his dorm with a smile, screaming internally.

Seeing you sitting on his dorm bed was straight out of his dreams. Surreal.

“You’re a sophomore, right?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He sat down at his desk, fidgeting with his hands. “I forgot you’re a year older than me.”

There was a few moments of silence where you were just…staring at him. He resisted cowering under your gaze because it really did look like you were just zoning out.

Unbeknownst to him, you had to force yourself to close your mouth at the sight. You had an elevated view of him just sitting there. But it was the way he sat with legs spread far apart, with a devilish grin, leaning back—how could you focus?

“I can’t believe you forgot,” you continued as if it that didn’t just happen. “I never used to let you live it down. I never would have, if I hadn’t left.”

He shook his head. He never wanted to imagine what could have happened if you stayed.

“What else would have happened?” He began. “If you stayed, I mean.”

“We probably would have gone to high school together,” you said nonchalantly. “A friend group, maybe? How was your high school experience?”

“Not…great.”

“Me too, actually. It would’ve been better if you were there.”

“Let’s change the subject,” he nervously laughed. “How’s pre-law?”

In the middle of your conversation, at almost midnight, Ethan’s phone pinged with a text from his roommate.

Chad

hey bro not gonna be home tonight im staying at taras

That’s when he got the idea.

“What?” You blurted. He looked at you, confused.

“What do you mean, what?”

“You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“Like you just realized something.”

He stared up at you, amazed that you could read him so easily even after the time apart.

“Do you wanna stay over?” He asked before the courage ran out. “I have some clothes you can wear, and I’ll sleep in my roommate’s room since he’s not coming home tonight.”

Thankfully, you agreed.

SATURDAY

You woke up with twenty messages from your friend asking where you were. You frantically responded saying you were fine, along with your friend cancelling plans. You went to get Ethan to wake him up.

Much to your surprise, he was already in the tiny kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“Since when do you wake up this early?” You took the mug of coffee he handed you. Even if he never knew how you liked it, it was still somehow perfect.

“Just for my special guest,” he teased. “After all, can’t have my lawyer starve to death.”

You laughed as handed you a plate and got one for him, too.

“Are you busy this weekend?” You asked.

Ethan stopped his actions for a moment, and you were sure he looked confused.

“Uh…no. Why?”

“Wanna take me sightseeing around the city? I’ve never been to New York before.”

His head tilted like a puppy, and those doe eyes certainly weren’t helping.

“What about your friend? The one you’re visiting?”

“He cancelled,” you shrugged. “We’ve been hanging out the past few days, anyway.”

The sweet boy, your Ethan, smiled and said he would take you. After you both finished breakfast, you went back to your hotel room to shower and change.

Being with Ethan again re-energized you. You didn’t know what it was about him, maybe it was how you imagined a future with him when you were kids until you were so rudely ripped from each other’s lives too soon, or how he grew up to be a good guy like you always thought.

Spending the day with him, he said he’d take you to his favourite places He called himself your tour guide.

“Oh, yeah?” You bantered, walking side by side on the street. Though the city was loud, the bubble in which you entered while with Ethan was quiet. “Are you gonna take me to all the tourist spots?”

“No,” there it was again. That devilish grin. Not devilish, not really. You were sure he didn’t mean it to be so mischievous but his half-lidded eyes made you think otherwise. “You’re getting the Ethan Special.”

“And what might that be?”

“Places that aren’t this crowded.” He shrugged. “One might even call them…underground.”

“You’re dumb,” you laughed as you reached the subway station. “Where’s the first stop?”

“You’ll find out.”

It was a tiny, locally-owned bookshop in Brooklyn. When you walked in, the old man at the counter personally greeted Ethan with a grin.

“I remember you said you love books,” Ethan mentioned sheepishly, trailing you as you gawked in awe of the shelves. “The guy who owns this place is a family friend of ours, so we got a discount. I’ll pay for whatever you want.”

Your head snapped to his direction. “No way, E. Nope.”

“What—why?”

“Books are expensive. I have my own money, anyway.”

“Come on, Y/N. Just let me pay once. My dad’s covering college costs so I’ve been saving.”

“You’re so spoiled,” you smirked. “Fine. But once. And I’ll only get one book, I don’t wanna hurt your bank account.”

“You’re so lame, dude.”

You playfully shoved him. God, the proximity between you two was intoxicating—the place was small.

He convinced to get you three books once he saw you eyeing certain ones. You reluctantly agreed, but with the promise of paying for lunch.

You kept your promise, paying for him at his favourite Indian restaurant.

Despite his insistence not to take you to touristy spots, he said he couldn’t let you leave until he took you to the Brooklyn Bridge.

Though it was crowded, it was perfect because Ethan was with you the entire time.

The way he was taking care of you, watching out for you at every moment, wasn’t lost on you at all. It warmed your heart. But you began to dread tomorrow, when you had to leave.

Ethan’s curls blew in the wind. The sun kissed his skin like it was made for him, and your heart hammered against your ribs while you stared at his side profile looking to the expanse of the river. He was beautiful. Your legs were numb but you never wanted to leave.

“Shit,” his swear caught you off guard. “I forgot I told Chad I would do the grocery shopping this week.”

“Did you tell him where you are?”

“No, he probably thinks I’m getting groceries right now.”

You smiled. “Then let’s get groceries.”

“But—but what about your trip?”

“What about it? Let’s go!” You ran ahead of him, and he chased after you.

You and Ethan went back to his dorm to drop off the books and get his car. There was something surreal about seeing him so grown-up. As kids, you never clearly envisioned becoming an adult except that you wanted Ethan in it. Sitting in the passenger seat, the domesticity of your actions made you realize how much of a disservice moving away was for your younger self. You were robbed of seeing Ethan grow up with you, somehow.

Getting groceries with Ethan was more fun than you expected. He made it fun, cracking jokes and even offering to buy you snacks.

After you’d both unloaded the groceries, Ethan asked, “What now?”

The fatigue had caught up to you rather quickly. You suggested a movie, he agreed. It was supposed to be simple.

Somehow, some way, you ended up in his arms as the sun went down. By then he had already relaxed himself against the couch and fell asleep.

You felt a buzz from your jacket pocket, a text from your friend coming through; one who knew about your spending the day with Ethan.

how was it?

i think i fell in love with him

SUNDAY

Ethan was up all night tossing, turning, and thinking. Spending a whole day with you right next to him was all he’d ever wanted in life. Forget his other dreams, he needed you. Nothing trumped how he felt being with you.

He sent you a text first thing in the morning.

when’s ur flight?

You responded a few minutes later:

at three.

doing anything today?

not really

can I take you somewhere? i’ll pick u up

You weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you agreed regardless.

Turns out, it was the Morgan Library and Museum. You marvelled as you entered, and Ethan, unbeknownst to you, admired your beauty while you turned your head up to the high ceilings.

You were to leave today. He had to tell you what was on his mind at some point before that or else he was positive he would go crazy.

In a small, particularly secluded and quiet corner in the building, he stopped walking. It took you a few seconds to realize, but when you did a few feet ahead of him, you strode back in bewilderment.

“What are you doing standing here, come on.”

“I…” he sighed. “I have to tell you something.”

Your face visibly dropped along with his heart.

“What is it?”

“I think I have f—”

You immediately held your hand up, “Don’t say it.” You whispered, glancing around as if there were people around to hear.

Ethan’s face felt hot. “Why?” You couldn’t have possibly known what he was going to say, could you? Or maybe you just read his mind so easily. “You don’t know what I’m gonna say.”

“Please, Ethan.” You knew that look. Subconsciously, your mind permanently burned his face the day you told him you were leaving. This time, though, he stood more confident, taller, more sure of himself. And you didn’t want to go down this path. You begged him not to say it.

“Let me say it,” he pleaded as you did. “I want you in my life. Forever. Preferably as—like, maybe, more than friends. Or not. Whatever you want. I can take you on dates, we’ll call every night, and I’ll visit—”

You covered his mouth with your hand, effectively cutting him off. He saw the sheen in your eyes.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

His heart shattered like you had taken a hammer to a glass wall.

Once you were sure he got the message, you took off your hand.

“We can be friends, Ethan.” You blinked back tears. “But not more than that.”

“That’s—I’m good with that.”

“You don’t understand,” you shook your head.

“I think I do.”

“You don’t.” You snapped. “Because I want to be with you, too.”

A flicker of hope in his chest extinguished in the next second.

“Then let’s be together.”

“We can’t,” you insisted. “I don’t do distance, E. And I want to this—us—right.”

You stared into each other’s eyes, both begging for opposite things in silence.

Ethan was thinking, you could tell. He clenched his jaw.

His mind looped only one scenario at this moment. One where you stayed. He let himself think about what would happen if you hadn’t left, just this once, he let himself indulge in the fantasy, and asked:

“If you stayed,” he took a deep breath, pulling you closer with a caress of your jaw. “Could…could you have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, unable to look him in the eyes. He pulled up your chin in retaliation. “I would have.”

“What about now?”

“You don’t want me to answer that.” I already have, you thought.

That was when it hit him.

You were his first love. That’s why he hated the thought of someone else getting to love you the same way he always wanted to.

His heart tied itself to yours across that balcony, years and years ago, without warning. He was meant to find you, and he knew that you would both find each other time and time again, against all odds.

“Bet you wish you made that time machine now, hm?” You joked, lightening the mood after a beat.

To his surprise, he laughed. With his heart still in pieces in your hands. Without his knowledge, you had left your future in Jersey.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Do you think it’s too late?”

“It is,” you put your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder and reveling in his warmth. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“You don’t need it. Because we’ll be friends. Stay in each other’s lives, no matter what. Then, when the time is right…”

“We’ll find each other again.”

[hinamie]

sorry if youve talked about this before, but do you have any tips relating to your coloring process? i ADOREE the way you render things and it looks soso cool and once i saw a post where you said your art typically only took a couple hours and i was in SHOCK. cuz ive been working on a yuji piece that has a similarish (not really but idk how to describe it…) coloring style and ive been working at it for. about a month now…sorry this is rambly i hope u have a good day!!!

hi!!! first of all thank you so much I'm happy you like the way I render! honestly it Is still the aspect of drawing that takes the longest for me, I've only recently started to come up with ways to streamline my process (mainly through keeping my layers/brushes limited and overall being less anal about details) . these days my average drawing does take about 2.5-4 hours I'd say, with Big Illustrations obviously being the exception

i wouldn't beat yourself up too much about taking longer to finish a drawing tho ! it took me. a While to learn how to speed up and honestly my biggest piece of advice is loosen up and let certain things look imperfect or unfinished ! and if you're like i was and want to work at getting faster then i would recommend practicing churning out sketchy/rough pieces and see what tricks and habits you can implement or adjust to save time

all that being said I realize haven't done an updated overview of my colouring/rendering process so I guess this can be that ! I'll put it under the cut because i too like to ramble and this Will get long

lineart and base colour/underpainting

my lineart is nearly Always on multiply. it helps the lines stand out less starkly against the colours and makes it so that I don't have to change the colour of as many sections of lines later on

the base colour layer is honestly completely optional, tbh i sometimes skip it so you don't Have to have one but i like it for a few reasons: - I like to keep all my colours on the same layer so if i'm going for a painterly style this serves as an underpaint layer of sorts . having this means that when i paint, whatever colour i have here will blend with all the other colours i use and help them look cohesive - even if I'm not painting, i still like to work with all my colours on the same layer and it helps me make sure I'm not missing any spots, which helps when it comes time to section individual areas off in the next steps

2. flats

lock transparency button my beloved . this makes it so that you're only able to paint on areas where there is Already colour (which is where having an underpaint layer comes in handy)

not much else to say about this step, just choosing colours rly !

3. shading

here's where the fun starts ! since i'm working all on one layer, i use the wand or lasso tool to section off whatever area I want to work on, then go in with (usually) one of the three brushes below: from left to right 1. my favourite dry brush that i use to cover large areas, it has an amazing dry paint stroke-y texture and i use it in everything. great for skin/clothes/hair/fur/organic material...she does it all 2. smaller, blendier/smoother brush that I use to soften out the rougher edges left by the first brush. I find it's really good for hair and small clothing creases 3. rough pen brush that I use to add little bits of flavour in the form of crosshatches or stray lines, usually to hint at individual hair strands! I also use it to line sometimes but I'm using it less for that recently

also, since the lineart layer is set to multiply, it's super easy to colour directly under the lines on my colour layer and use that as a way to make certain lines Darker . it's most obvious at the eyelashes and under the jaw but I do it everywhere

4. finishing touches and texture overlay

here I add another layer above the multiply/lineart layer and use it to add highlights and other details! this is also the layer i use to paint directly on top of any areas that got messy or need extra definition

my texture overlay of choice is just a rough monochrome static file that I got on the csp assets page but use whatever you'd like tbh ! set the layer mode to overlay and adjust the opacity to your liking (I also like to rasterize the layer to make it easier to work with but it's not too consequential if you skip that step since you're basically done by this point anyway)

And done ! slap a signature on that bad boy and send it <3

[boobabietch]

Chapter IV: "Victoria O'Hara's Faces Her Toughest Opponent: Her Own Thoughts" | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: nothing really just Victoria loosing her fucking mind but that’s about it (leave hg alone she’s trying her best)

A/N: I cannot tell y’all how much I freaking struggled writing this but anyways it’s here, enjoy. Honestly speaking I don’t know what to think but I’ll let you guys decide if y’all like it lmaooo. Remember that English is not my first language so if you find something wrong please tell me so I can change it asap, as always my likes, reblogs and comments(!!!) are highly appreciated and my ask box is always open. Love Sof :)

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“Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

I can’t stop.

"But God, she’s still a little baby!"

I won’t stop.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter."

I can’t breathe.

“She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

She won’t let me breathe.

I woke up to ragged breaths, my mind struggling to grasp the thin line between the real world and my dreamland. Every word, every mannerism, every inch of her image replayed in my mind, ever since that day, ever since that game. My teammates went home to their families, trying to enjoy their precious offseason time. I didn’t. How could I?

Wake up, train, pain, train, eat, sleep, repeat.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

No.

"But God, she’s still a little baby!"

No.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter."

NO.

“She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

FUCK, STOP IT.

It was like running in circles. My muscles ached, my lungs begged me for a few seconds to breathe.

Wake up, train, pain, train, eat, sleep, repeat.

"Victoria? Yeah, you’re good."

I felt her lips brush against my ear, her whispers feeling like a thousand needles piercing my eardrums.

"But God, you’re still a little baby!"

Her scent crept up my nose like deadly poison, making me hyper-aware of her closeness, of how her chest pressed against my side, caging me, trapping me in her warmth.

"There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that you don’t know anything about the latter."

I can’t breathe.

"You’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

DIANA, I CAN'T BREATHE.

I woke up, my covers on the floor, tangled in a mess of fabric that matched my chaotic thoughts. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the blinds from the streetlights outside. It felt like the weight of her words pressed down on me, suffocating me in the silence of my room.

I glanced at my phone—2:43 AM. I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that had seeped into my bones. I thought the sting of her words would fade, but they lingered like an uninvited guest that refused to leave.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her, taunting me, that smug grin on her face as she delivered her harshest truths. This was supposed to be my time, my moment. I had worked so hard to prove myself, to rise above the expectations and the scrutiny. But all I felt was the nagging doubt creeping back in.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and rubbed my eyes, willing myself to shake off the haze of sleep. The early hours before dawn were my favorite time to train, the world outside still, just as my thoughts should have been.

But as I laced up my sneakers, I couldn’t help but hear the echo of her voice in my mind.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. The sun wouldn’t be up for hours, but I had my own battles to fight, starting with the one inside my head. I was done letting her live rent-free in my mind.

The court on my apartment complex was empty, just the sound of my shoes squeaking against the polished hardwood floor. I dribbled the ball, the rhythmic thud a familiar comfort. With each bounce, I channeled my frustration into my training, driving myself harder than ever before. Every drill felt cathartic. I poured everything into the shots I took, the sprints I completed, the reps I pushed through. But even as I fought to drown out her voice, it echoed louder with every shot that clanged off the rim.

“She’s still a little baby!"

I snarled at the ball, my anger fueling my drive. I was anything but a baby. I was a warrior, and I would show her what that truly meant. Hours passed, my body pushed to its limits. My lungs aching in every breath I took, forcing me to rest, begging me to stop, but I didn’t stop. Not until I felt every ounce of frustration boil over into determination. Finally, as the sun began to rise, casting a golden hue over the court, I stopped, panting heavily. I stood in the middle of the gym, surrounded by echoes of my hard work, and let the silence wash over me. I might not have won that game, but I was far from defeated.

April 22, 2018

Something you must know about A’ja and I is the bond we shared since our early days in college, we’ve been close since my sophomore and her freshman year, playing together at South Carolina. We had shared everything, blood, sweat, tears, losses and more than anything, wins.

Whether it was late-night study sessions, grueling conditioning drills, multiple love stories and eventual heartbreaks, you name it.

A’ja was always right there beside me. She was my rock, the person who always knew when to push me harder and when to tell me to chill out and breathe.

When I attended the 2018 draft and I found out my very best friend was going to be playing with me at the now Aces I was fucking thrilled.

But when I started practicing in training camp like my life depended on it after last season, she was the first to notice. And she wasn’t the type to let things go.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good."

The words echoed in my head as I threw another elbow into the defender's chest, ripping my way through the paint like a battering ram. The gym around me full with energy, the hardwood floor squeaking under our feet. But all I could hear was her voice, Diana’s voice.

I won’t stop. I can’t.

Sweat dripped from my brow, stinging my eyes, but I was locked in. Practice wasn’t just practice anymore. It was survival. Every drill, every scrimmage felt like a test, like I had something to prove. Not to my team, not to myself, just to her.

I glanced over at the rest of the squad. They were watching me. Kelsey raised an eyebrow, Sydney looked curious, and A'ja, just stood there, arms crossed, studying me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t quite solve.

"Yo, what’s up with V?" A’ja asked, adjusting her headband as we set up for another scrimmage.

"I mean, she’s been like this since the first day of camp," Kelsey muttered, keeping her eyes on me as I lined up for the free throw drill. "It's like she's on a mission or something."

"Mission?" Sydney snorted. "More like she's fucking possessed."

I took the shot. Nothing but net. The ball snapped against the floor, but I was already backpedaling, ready for the next rep. I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care about anything except my game. I wasn’t going to be the same player I was last season.

Not after what she said.

“But God, she’s still a little baby.”

“Yo, V," A’ja said during a break in one of our preseason practices, her voice low so the rest of the team wouldn’t overhear. "You’ve been going hard, even for you. Something up? Or you just trying to outwork me?" She flashed me that signature grin, but her eyes held a hint of concern.

I smirked, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from my face. "Nah, just focused. You know how it is."

A’ja narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. "Nah, this ain’t regular ‘I’m focused’ Victoria. You’re grinding like you’ve got something to prove. You trying to tell me something?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn’t hide anything from her. "I’m good, A’ja. Just... trying to get better."

"You've always been trying to get better," she shot back. "This is different."

I shrugged, looking away. "Maybe I just need to be better than I was last season. Stronger. Faster."

She studied me for a moment, then nudged my shoulder. "This about that Taurasi stuff? From last year? 'Cause everyone’s talking about how you've been in beast mode since camp started."

I froze for a second. I hadn’t told anyone about how much Diana’s words had gotten to me, but A’ja saw through me like always.

"What’s the deal with you two anyway?" She asked, not letting it go. "You beefin’ or…?"

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, looking away. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

When she heard my dry response, she leaned in. "You don’t have to tell me everything, but... you know I got your back. Always."

I looked at her, my chest tightening with gratitude. A’ja always knew when to push and when to pull back, and today, she was giving me space. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still watching, still keeping tabs on me.

"Thanks, J," I muttered, using the nickname I had for her. "I’ll be fine. I just... need to get through this season."

She nodded slowly, as if she understood more than I was saying. "Just don’t wear yourself out before we even start, alright? We’re in this together."

"Always," I echoed.

Our bond was the one thing that felt stable, even when the rest of my life felt like it was spiraling out of control. A'ja kept me grounded, and I needed that more than ever, especially with Diana still roaming free in my head.

"O'Hara on Edge: Will Her Relentless Training Pay Off or Push Her to the Brink?"

June 10, 2018

"Victoria’s been putting in the work, hasn’t she?"

I watched her from the sideline as she moved with a kind of intensity that was hard to miss. She was laser-focused, every step, every shot with purpose. She wasn’t the player I’d faced last year. No, this Victoria was something else. It pissed me off.

Headlines had been swirling about the new-look Aces, with most eyes on A’ja Wilson, but I saw the shift in Victoria. I could see she only had one goal, and it was clear she was gunning for me. Fine. Let her try. I’d be waiting.

The game was intense from the start, both teams pushing each other to the brink. Victoria was everywhere, diving for loose balls, taking shots with confidence. She was playing like she had something to prove, and she was damn well proving it.

I couldn’t help but admire her fire, but I also couldn’t let her forget who she was up against.

"Keep an eye on O’Hara," I muttered to BG as we lined up for the inbound. "She’s got something fucked up in her today."

Brittney chuckled. "Looks like you’ve been living in her head rent-free."

I smirked, glancing at Victoria as she locked eyes with me from across the court. "Yeah, well… she’s about to learn a thing or two."

The game intensified, the back-and-forth growing more physical. I found myself matched up with Victoria more than once, the tension between us palpable. She played with fiery intensity, and every time she drove to the basket, I met her with resistance.

But she wasn’t backing down.

We collided during a fast break, and the ball went flying out of bounds. The referee’s whistle blew, but neither of us cared. Victoria shoved me, hard, and I pushed her right back.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I spat, stepping up into her space. Our chests nearly touched, the heat of our anger crackling between us.

"My problem?" she hissed, her chest rising and falling as she glared at me. "You. You’re my fucking problem."

"Oh, baby, you’re gonna have to try harder than that" The name slipped from my lips, a mixture of challenge and something I couldn’t quite define.

Her eyes widened for a split second, caught off guard. "Don’t call me that."

"What? Baby?"

The whistle blew again, but it didn’t matter.

The referee's voice was drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat.

"You don’t want me calling you that? Too bad, baby. You’ve been chasing me this whole time, and now you’re acting all tough like you’re not playing into it." I stepped closer, our chests now pressed together, neither of us willing to back down.

We were nose to nose, chest to chest, and every inch of me wanted to either push her further or… something else. Something I wasn’t willing to admit.

Her nostrils flared as she clenched her fists, but I could see it, her composure was cracking. A slight tremble in her hands, her lips pressed together like she was biting back something sharp, or maybe something soft.

Victoria’s eyes flashed with that fire she’d been carrying all game, but there was something else lurking beneath it. I could feel it in the tension between us, the way our bodies were gravitating closer instead of pulling away. It was like the collision had unlocked something neither of us had the guts to admit was there all along.

"You think you’ve got me figured out, Taurasi?" she shot back, her voice low and dripping with disdain, but her breath hitched ever so slightly. I noticed.

I smirked. "I know I do."

That got her.

"You don’t know anything," Victoria growled, gripping my arm to prevent me from walking away, refusing to back down, but her words lacked the bite they once had. Her eyes told a different story now, one I recognized all too well.

There was no more space between us. Her hand was on my arm, gripping tight, like she needed something to ground her in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the flush of adrenaline mixing with… something else lingering in the air.

"Don’t I?" I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper now as I leaned in. Her breath hitched again, and I knew I had her. "You’ve been chasing me, baby. All this time."

Her grip tightened on my arm, and I could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling against mine as her resolve started to crumble. I could practically taste the frustration and anger rolling off her, but underneath it all, there was desire. Raw and unspoken, but there.

We stayed like that for a moment, just mere seconds, neither of us moving, the tension hanging heavy in the air between us. Then, slowly, I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. The intensity was still there, but her guard had slipped. There was vulnerability now, a flicker of something she was trying to suppress.

Her lips parted, as if she was about to say something, but then an arm thrown over my chest pulling me back snapped us both out of it.

I turned my head slightly, seeing Brittney, dragging me out of the confrontation. "You two done, or do you need a room?"

Victoria immediately released the grip she still had on my arm and took a step back, her face flushing red. I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, or maybe both. I watched as she shook her head and stormed off toward her bench, her shoulders tense, jaw clenched.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering tension. But as I stood there, watching her disappear into the sea of players, I couldn’t help but smirk to myself.

"Yeah, I’ve got her," I muttered under my breath.

My heart was still racing as I sat on the bench, trying to put distance between myself and Diana. I could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her voice whispering in my ear, taunting me. And the worst part? I wanted it. I hated how much I wanted it.

"Baby." The way she’d said it, so damn casually, like she owned me, like she knew exactly what buttons to push to unravel me.

I sat, my elbows resting on my knees and my head down, trying to catch my breath, trying to push down the emotions that were threatening to spill over. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to let her get under my skin like this. I wasn’t supposed to want her.

But I did.

———

I squeezed my eyes shut, my fists clenching as I tried to wrestle control back over my mind, my body. Everything felt wrong and right at the same time, and it was driving me insane.

"Vic, you okay?" A’ja’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I snapped my eyes open, quickly wiping at my face to make sure there were no tears. I didn’t want her to see me like this.

"Yeah, I’m good," I muttered, forcing a smile as I turned upwards to face her. She looked at me, eyebrows raised, clearly not buying it.

"You sure? Because you and Diana looked like you were about two seconds away from throwing punches, or making out."

I shot her a glare. "Don’t start, A’ja."

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I’m just saying. There’s a lot of tension there, and not all of it looks like the ‘I-hate-you’ kind."

"Whatever." I stood up pushing past her, heading toward my water bottle, but her words stuck with me.

Not all of it looks like the ‘I-hate-you’ kind.

No, it didn’t. And that was the problem.

"Rivalry Reaches New Heights: O'Hara and Taurasi Deliver an Unforgettable Game!"

June 5, 2018

EXTRA EXTRA!

“From Enemies to Allies? The All-Star Weekend Just Got a Lot More Interesting with O’Hara and Taurasi Both On Team Delle Donne!”

Dear god, you have to be fucking kidding me.

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[marshymoss]

skk sleeping in

so like its early chuuya wakes up n hes like, "dazai get up, we've got work" "....mmmgmghgh" "geett upppp" "5 more minutessfuhgdskseof" "no" *sleepy puppy eyes* "please?" and then chuuya doesnt say anything.. but he snuggles up again w dazai and its cute (domestic skk kills me). obviously, this makes them end up with getting a late start to the day!!! this is all rlly cute yeah but now im imagining the mad dash to get ready,,, ive got two scenarios!!!!!!

1) Dazai is lazing around and Chuuya is like "Chop CHOP. We gotta GO!" Chuuya's got two cups of coffee poured, slipping on his coat, hair slightly damp from the like 5 minute shower he had to squeeze in. and then theres dazai who's just like, "I'm late every day Chuuyyyyaaaa stawwwpp" as Chuuya's just rushing for Dazai to get ready on top of himself Chuuya, basically force feeding Dazai coffee and then Dazai who is like "Chuuya, I'm late every day, please... it's ok.." and Chuuya's like "What?!? No!!!!" and shoves a change of clothes into Dazai's arms

2) Double Black gets into ACTION! They are working as like a team to get ready together so they can both be on time. And like obviously everybody knows they make a great team and you bet this can also apply to late mornings!!!!! and its like. beautiful. (im delusional) They start off moving all slow and both take a big stretch as they get out of bed... and then their eyes lock. It's show time. Chuuya rushes to the closet, Dazai leaves the room and goes elsewhere. As Chuuya emerges from their room, fully dressed, he gives Dazai a change of clothes, but Dazai was already walking towards the door to their room before Chuuya could even be seen. Dazai (hair + teeth brushed) gives Chuuya coffee and a hairbrush. Toothbrushes and facial products are already opened and ready for Chuuya to use at the counter next to the sink. They wordlessly exchange the coffee and clothes, Chuuya gets ready at the sink and Dazai enters their rooms and changes into the clothes Chuuya picked out, not even paying attention to what Chuuya gave him as he puts everything on because he TRUSTS HIM. They then meet at the door to the house/apartment (idk) and slip on their shoes and/or jackets at the same time and walk out all cool and whatever. Dazai swings open the door, Chuuya locks it as he follows after him. As they walk away Dazai's making jokes and Chuuya's sighing yet smirking as he listens. They eventually part ways when Dazai goes to the ADA and Chuuya to the mafia. it's stunning.

Ough. Skk brainrot... just wanted to share

[concealeddarkness13]

Fire and Steel (Speedrunning Therapy) Part 5

Content warning for blood. Holy crap I finally finished the next scene! This isn’t even a full day in the story, and I’m hoping to work on the next half this week! But Chess gets to punch someone in this one! About 5,700 words.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Tagging: @drabbleitout, @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @for-fuchs-sake!

When Ives stirred, my eyes immediately flew open, and I sat up. I hadn’t slept so soundly ever, it felt like. And I was all tangled up with him. I blushed as I sat up. Shit. I never had a sense of personal space after I fell asleep.

I could barely glance at him as he stood up. “Sorry about last night. And I think I would want to go into work with you, if that’s okay.” I didn’t want to be alone.

He left the room, and my stomach dropped. Had he even looked over at me? Had that been it? My only chance to make him interested and I blew it on getting flustered and having a nightmare? I mean, it made sense. No one ever stayed with me for more than a night. Oh fuck. I had ruined everything.

But he just walked back in with a smile and my clothes in his hands. “We’re going to have to have a serious talk about the amount you apologize,” he teased, and my thoughts got even more confused when warmth settled in my chest. He didn’t hate me. He placed my clothes on the bed, having already changed into a work shirt and padded slacks. How the fuck…? “But you’re absolutely welcome to come with me. Mikki should already be there, so we may want to leave soon to get there before shift starts.”

I nodded and grabbed my clothes to go change in the bathroom. After getting all panicked over one little thing, I was way too embarrassed to change in front of him. Once I was back in my normal clothes, I splashed my face with water to hopefully get rid of the blush and walked back out, handing him his shirt and shorts I had been wearing. “Thank you. I appreciate everything you’ve done.”

He took the clothes and set them on the bed. “I’m happy to help. And I hope you know you’re welcome here, any time you’d like.” We walked back to the entrance, and he grabbed my jacket. “I understand if you may want to go elsewhere for the night, but if you’d like to come back, maybe we can pick up some things for you on our way back.” He helped me into the sleeves of the shirt, and my cheeks burned all over again. But then he called Niner, and I got distracted by her, leaning down to pet her.

I nodded. “We’ll see, but I’d love to spend the night here again. I felt very safe.”

“Well, you’re certainly welcome to come back.” He opened the door for me, and I perked up at the view again, walking over and staring especially at the ocean.

I smiled. “It’s so gorgeous.”

“It wasn’t always so.” The elevator dinged, and I had to force myself away from the sight, getting on the elevator with Ives and Niner. “Barely a decade ago it, much like the rest of the country, was near the brink of collapse. There’s still things to be done, but it’s proof humans are quite brilliant beings, capable of healing and helping one another. And a sign not all things will always be terrible.” I tilted my head at him, but then his fingers brushed my prosthetic hand and then took it gently, and my cheeks burned worse. Fuck. I would never get used to someone touching my prosthetics as if they were precious.

The lobby was crowded, but Ives kept ahold of my hand, so we got to the car just fine. He let go of my hand only when he opened the passenger door for me. I just got in quietly, thinking about what he had said. Humans had actually done something good? Not more harm? It was confusing. Niner jumped into the backseat and whined, and I automatically reached back to pet her. She whined again, nudging my hand for more pets.

When Ives got in the driver’s seat, I glanced over at him. “This is a beautiful world.” I hesitated, but I wanted to ask this. “Is there a place you’ve always wanted to see? Like me with the ocean.”

He stayed quiet for a while, starting the car and heading out. His brow pinched. “I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed to say I’ve never thought about it. Maybe…maybe a place with snow. It snows here and I enjoy it, so maybe something like that.”

I nodded. Snow was beautiful, at least when I didn’t have to worry about sleeping in it. “Snow’s good for cuddling and warm drinks.” At least that was what I heard. “And it’s gorgeous when it blankets everything in pure white.”

“You’re right.” He nodded. “We didn’t get as much snow this winter, but maybe visiting a place with snow would be nice.” He looked like he wanted to continue that sentence. Oh. Was there someone he wanted to go with? “Would you want to go to the ocean sometime? If you didn’t want to get into the sand, maybe to the boardwalk or shops?”

He seemed to want to go with someone if he went to a snowy place, and hoping it wasn’t someone specific, I decided to speak up. “I’ll totally go with you to whatever place with snow you’d like, if you want.” A shy smile pulled at my lips. “I do enjoy travelling, even if I mostly did it to get to a new place where people didn’t recognize me on sight. And I’d love to go to the ocean! And honestly,” I leaned forward like it was a big secret. “I’ll probably still go in the sand, even if it would fuck up my prosthetics.”

“Perhaps Mikki will have some answers for us that may be able to help.” He chuckled, and I felt a thrill. He wasn’t annoyed by me! “That way you wouldn’t have to worry about it. Speaking of which, Mikki is, well, she’s a medic. Therefore she can be blunt, but I assure you it comes from her role to be efficient and quick. But she enjoys her work very much. She may have a lot of questions, but if anything is too uncomfortable to answer, tell her so. She will understand.”

I nodded, having tensed when he mentioned Mikki was a medic. But I trusted she would be nicer than I was used to. “Thank you. I might…get nervous around her. I’m not fond of medical people.”

“I’ll be there.” He took my hand, sounding so calm and steady that my cheeks burned worse. “That’s why I want to get there early, so I can be there. I’ve known Mikki since she came to the station. She won’t do anything without permission.”

I squeezed his hand. “I know. It’s just instinct by now.”

“That’s alright. I’ll explain you may have some apprehension. But you won’t be alone.” Wow. I…I had never been assured of that. I almost started crying all over again. Ives pulled into the station parking lot. “If it’s too uncomfortable, you don’t have to stay. You can tell me if you want to leave, and we will.”

I nodded, trying not to choke up. “Thank you. I should be fine. Especially with you there.”

He nodded and helped both me and Niner out, and Niner walked right beside me, letting me pet her soft little head. He led me through the same door as yesterday, but this time, we turned left and walked up to a heavy-duty door with no hinges or lock. Just a black pad on the wall.

Ives put his hand on the pad, and the door hissed and opened inwards. Niner ran inside. “This is the Synthetic barracks. Without Beau or I here, Mikki should be the only one here.” He took my hand as he led me inside.

It looked similar to the rest of the station, just a lot more lights since there weren’t any windows. It didn’t look too stark, at least. There were a lot of other doors lining the hall as we walked, with pads just like the one outside the main door. But we kept going until the hallway opened up into a big room, with a rug in the center and counters and cabinets labeled with parts, chairs to sit in, and even what looked like two gardens. A pretty lady who was shorter than Valetta, with dark brown skin and white, coily hair, worked on fixing some kind of machine. My cheeks heated up. She was so pretty.

She didn’t look up as she spoke. “Ives, please tell me you haven’t been hit by another truck.” He didn’t respond, and she turned around. Damn. Her dark brown eyes were pretty too. She blinked rapidly as she looked me over.

“Mikki, this is Chess,” Ives said.

“She needs an ambulance. She’s burning up,” she said.

“No, no she doesn’t,” Ives interrupted. “She has…a condition and I suggested she speak to you to get your opinion.” Mikki continued to blink.

“Of course,” she whispered. She motioned over to the chairs for us to sit down, and I did. “It’s nice to meet you, Chess. I usually only work on emergency situations, much like a paramedic, but I’m happy to do what I can.” She daintily sat, crossing her legs at the knee as she offered her hand to shake.

I didn’t even know where to begin, shaking her hand and blushing worse. She was just so pretty. So, I tried to explain, even though I barely knew what to say. I sat down, coughing up a wisp of smoke. “I’m, well, my prosthetics aren’t from this world, really, and they give me fire magic. And I’m thinking in relation to that, there’s something, maybe a fire in my lungs, that’s burning my throat and making me cough up smoke especially when I’m stressed. My magic is also the reason why my internal body temperature is higher than normal. But I just wanted to see if that was right, or if there was something really wrong with me.” Damn. That was a fucking terrible explanation.

Mikki stared at me for a bit until she popped up, hands slapping her knee. “Oh! I’d be happy to help.” She grabbed the arms of the chair and stood, shuffling closer to sit next to me. “First, do you mind if I take a scan of your arm? Just to familiarize myself with the level of tech we’re working with here. No poking or prodding,” she tapped the side of her head, “it’s all by sight.”

Wow. She was taking this more in stride than I thought she would. I hadn’t explained well, but I wasn’t sure how to explain better without getting into a whole ramble, so I just went with it. I nodded. “I’m fine with that.” I took off my jacket so the full extent of my arm prosthetic could be seen.

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and gently took my wrist. I still flinched and almost pulled back at her touch, but it wasn’t bad. So I forced myself to relax as she looked it over. “You weren’t making it up when you said other world. I’m not familiar with any kind of design like this.”

“Is it similar to anything we have?” Ives asked.

“Yes and no. There are similarities, much like the carbon base of the structure, but the hardness and makeup of just the outer structure of her arm is probably ten times of ours.” She started blinking rapidly again as she slowly moved my wrist. “Honestly this is impressive. But…”

There was a long pause, and Ives frowned. “But?”

“It’s deep.” Mikki stilled, looking up my arm, to my shoulder and even across to my chest. “There’s a fissure here, where the prosthetic ends in some type of…port. Where it’s attached to biological tissue. But it’s been altered. Something akin to scar tissue but much more dense. And there are these energy points?” She made a face. “Different node-like points that are wired into the arm and similar ones in her lungs -the temperatures make the scans difficult to read clearly. But they’re almost like flecks of stone? Gems? Uh…some type of organic matter feeding from one another.”

Fuck. I hadn’t been able to follow all that. “Um. I don’t know anything about these, so you could tell me nonsense, and I’d think you were telling the truth. So, I don’t really have any comment. Sorry.”

“Understandable.” Mikki smiled, and she didn’t seem mad. “I admit I don’t fully understand what I’m looking at either. I’d need time to study it. But do you mind if I take a look at your mouth? Just a quick peek to see what I can tell of the burning?” She stood and walked to one of the cabinets, where she grabbed what looked to be a small flashlight and mirror. She held them out to show me. “If you want, I’ll keep studying these scans to see if there’s a way we may be able to take things apart, get rid of these points to possibly remove the effects of fire.”

I nodded, even though I tensed a little. “I’m fine with that. On both accounts.”

“Okay.” Mikki giggled and sat down, scooting closer, and I just tried to relax. “Alright, dear, open your mouth please.” I did so, trying not to flinch, but she was done way quicker than I thought she would be, so that was nice.

She moved back, frowning. “I see some scarring. Irritation. But I was expecting much worse. I’m sure it’s still painful however. Humans aren’t made to be furnaces, and I don’t think you’re the exception.”

Before I could respond, the door to the barracks opened, and Ives turned. I frowned up at him before looking back as well. A thin man in a navy jacket with thick glasses walked in, and Ives stiffened.

“Mikki,” he hissed. Wait, was that an Auditor? Oh, I was going to fucking punch him in the face if he was mean.

“I don’t know either,” Mikki responded, dropping her tools and grabbing my jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders. The Fucking Auditor walked in and stopped, looking all of us over, frowning at Mikki. I ducked my head, knowing I should at least try to be safe.

“What’s going on here?” He looked between Mikki and Ives. “Auditors are the only humans authorized back here.”

“She’s known around the station and she had some questions about feeling unwell,” Mikki said, standing up and calmly folding her hands. “I brought her in to check things over since it would be faster than calling an EMT. What can I help you with?”

“Get her out. She could be a liability if something happened while she was back here.” He scowled and pointed at Ives, and I tensed. He was looking at Ives like people had looked at me before. “We found abnormalities with IV5’s protocols. We need to take it in for system debugging.”

It. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from speaking up, but I was starting to shake. “Sir, I was cleared yesterday,” Ives said. “We went over every possible exam and I was told—”

“Backtalk isn’t a protocol, is it?” The Fucking Auditor chuckled through his nose, peering over the top of his glasses. “Come on.”

“Could you please reach out to Doctor Yew?”

“Uh, no. Mouth shut, feet moving.” He clapped his hands.

Oh fuck no. This bastard wasn’t going to be this terrible to Ives. No one else should have to go through what I had. I stood up, glaring at him and shaking. “Why don’t you learn to shut your mouth? Don’t fucking talk to him like that.”

Ives jumped and looked back at me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. He moved slightly in front of me as if he wanted to protect me from the Fucking Auditor. “Chess, it’s okay.”

“Wow.” The Fucking Auditor chuckled. “Let me guess, you’re the type who names your car or your laptop. This is corporate business, and that is a souped-up walking tablet. Why am I even arguing with you? You’re not even supposed to be back here.”

Fuck that! I shoved past Ives as I glared at the Fucking Auditor. How could someone call him that? “He has thoughts, and he can make decisions. He’s more of a human than you are if you let yourself get brainwashed by that nonsense.” My fire flared up, so when I spoke, smoke leaked from my mouth.

“Chess.” Ives followed me, putting his hands on my shoulders and trying to pull me back, but I stayed right where I was, glaring at the Fucking Auditor as he stared at me curiously. I didn’t even care. As long as he wasn’t looking at Ives that way again.

“Brainwashed? It’s facts. Numbers. Its thoughts are all programming. Binary. You sound like those little shit protestors.”

I growled as smoke hissed out of my mouth, and I wriggled out of Ives’s grip, only focusing on the Fucking Auditor. I dashed forward, and once I was close enough, I swung back and used my full force behind my prosthetic fist to hit him square in the nose. It broke and crunched beneath my fist. I felt a thrill of satisfaction as I followed the Fucking Auditor to the ground to keep punching him. “Get out of here! You’re not taking him anywhere!”

I couldn’t even punch him again before Ives grabbed my wrist and wrapped his other arm around my waist, where he picked me up. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he didn’t budge.

The Fucking Auditor clutched his face, where his nose was already starting to bleed (ha!), as he sat up. “What is that?” His voice even sounded choked! Ives moved away from him as he stared at my prosthetic arm. Ah. Well, still better than him staring at Ives like that. Ives turned us away from him, but not before I could flip him off. “Bring her back, IV5. Let me see that arm.”

I snarled and struggled again. He hadn’t called Ives by his name! “You’ll see more of my arm when I punch you in the face again! You bastard!” But then I glanced up at Ives, and he looked scared, and I fell still.

He hurried out of the barracks, not setting me down and almost holding me too tightly. He headed back the way we came, but when he got there, there were more Auditors, hands to their ears, as if listening to something. They turned to look at us, and I couldn’t let Ives get hurt, so I slipped out of Ives’s arms and ran at the Auditors, fully prepared to fight all of them.

At least until Garnet appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me, carrying me over a shoulder. Fuck! I hated how short I was! I kept struggling as he turned to Ives and then the Auditors, first speaking to me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. There you are, we were looking all over for you.” He looked back at Ives, and I looked around to see that Fucking Auditor stagger into view. The shit. “Sorry about that, man. Kid sisters -whaddya do? She had a minor accident on the way here, might have a little bit of a concussion.” He laughed, but it sounded strained.

I fell still again, realizing what they were doing. But I tried to sneakily find a way out of Garnet’s grip. I just wanted to punch the bastards! I made sure to whisper to him to let him know what was going on. “They’re…they’re going to take Ives!”

Garnet gave me a reassuring squeeze and started backing away. “He’s got this under control,” he grunted. But that didn’t matter! They were treating him terribly! He shouldn’t have to have it under control!

“Let me go and let my supervisor know I won’t be in today,” Ives said calmly. One of the Auditors nodded, and he started walking, with Garnet following. But it wasn’t fair! They were going to hurt him! What if they would hurt him worse because I had acted out?

Garnet set me down, keeping hold of my hand. “What’s going on?”

Fuck, I had messed everything up. I coughed up some smoke as I started breathing too quickly. I had to stop walking as I got unsteady on my feet. “We…we came early so I could meet Mikki and start to learn more about my prosthetics and magic. And…that damn bastard showed up and…called Ives ‘it’ and said he was just a glorified tablet, and I…I couldn’t stand thinking what they’ll do to him.” Tears started streaking down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled me into an empty room. “No, don’t do that. It’s okay. Look, he’s gonna be okay.” He held me by the shoulders and had to crouch down to look in my face because I was so fucking short. “I…I know they’re shitty. They do Beau the same way, and I’m kinda jealous you got to sock one in the face. Think you broke his nose.” He chuckled and tried to dry my tears. “They do Beau the same way. But, our hands are kinda tied. Technically they belong to the company.” He frowned. “But don’t worry, he’s gonna be fine. I’ll call their supervisor, Dr. Yew, and smooth things over. He’ll be okay.”

I had to laugh a little about breaking the bastard’s nose. And that helped distract me enough to actually calm down a little. “It was pretty satisfying to feel his nose break under my fist. But…I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have even gotten involved. I just. I can’t let someone insult my friends.”

He smiled. “I bet it was. You’re really packin’. But it’s okay, I get it…I get it. You’re not wrong for that. C’mon, let’s go meet him before he comes back this way.” He took my hand and glanced up and down the hallway before heading after Ives. We passed the office I had been in yesterday, what looked like a breakroom, and through the lobby into another hallway, meeting Ives as he left another room. He stared at Garnet before looking down at me.

“Yeah, uh,” Garnet fumbled a little. “I gotta go make a phone call. Didn’t wanna leave her on her own.” He let go of my hand, leaving.

I ducked my head as tears blurred my vision again. Beau had already told me that I should probably stay away from Auditors, and I had already fucked that up. “I’m…I’m sorry. I should have thought a little. But he was treating you like you aren’t a person with thoughts and feelings, and that’s bullshit, and I won’t—can’t—stand for it. I hope I didn’t make it worse.”

I gasped a little when he wrapped me up in a hug. But I immediately hugged him back, burying my face in his shirt. He was so comfortable, and I felt so safe around him. “I thought I told you to stop apologizing,” he whispered. “Thank you.” He laughed a little. “I appreciate you standing up for me, it was very kind of you.”

I started to sob. He wasn’t mad at me. “Their words aren’t fucking true. You matter and you are worth way more than they try to tell you. I’ll always fucking protect you. I care deeply for you, and I better see you well tonight, or I’m burning their whole damn building down. Whichever one it is." I froze and gasped. “Wait, but what about Niner? Is she going to be okay without you?”

“I’ll be back.” He laughed, but it sounded a little mechanical. I still didn’t know what that meant. “Thank you, Chess. Please don’t cry, please don’t worry. I promise, I’ll be back.” He leaned away and tucked my hair behind my ears and tried to dry my face. Fuck. I was crying way too much. “Niner will be alright, too. She’ll be here, with Mikki. They’ll be okay. But I want you to stay with the others today. I don’t feel comfortable having you on your own. Will you spend the day with Beau or Valetta or someone?”

I nodded and pulled back, wiping at my eyes. “Okay. I…I trust you. I’ll see you soon then. I’ll spend the day with one of the others. Promise.”

“I have to go now.” He hesitated and looked down the hall before leaning down and pecking my cheek. My cheeks burned. “We’ll go to the beach when I get back. Alright?”

I nodded. I didn’t want to let him go. It felt like I was letting him go to the same hell I only remembered snippets of. But I was fucking powerless. I hugged him tightly before pulling away. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Do, I’m very adamant about keeping my word.” He trailed his hand down my prosthetic, taking my hand. He led me back to the office, where Beau was standing by Garnet’s desk. Beau saw us and hurried over. Ives squeezed my hand. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I squeezed his hand back and watched him until he was out of sight, before I turned to Beau. It was nice to see him, even though my emotions were all over the place right now. I smiled fleetingly. “What a day already, huh?”

“Did you really break an Auditor’s nose?” He had a giggle in his tone. “Garnet said you broke their nose!” Garnet shushed him. “That’s amazing,” he peeped. “I wish I could’ve seen it.” His smile wavered. “Ives will be okay. I’ve gone in for debugging before, it isn’t bad. It’s more like stasis -or sleeping. It’ll be just a second for him.” He snapped his fingers.

I nodded. It still sounded wrong. “But how can you stand having to deal with people who treat you that way? But yeah.” A smile pulled at my lips. “I broke his nose. Felt the crunch and everything.”

Beau’s nose wrinkled, face scrunching. “Gross.” He snickered. “But it…we don’t usually have to work with them that much. It’s kinda like bad weather, it comes and goes, but I have the team here! They’re like my sunshine!” He waved me over to Garnet’s desk and pulled a chair over for me too.

Garnet was still on the phone. “Yeah, I just feel like maybe there’s a misunderstanding.” He glanced over at me. “If you could, Dr. Yew, I’d appreciate it. Yeah…thanks again. Bye.” He hung up and sighed. “Dr. Yew says he’ll be there waiting on them, see what all this is about.”

I ducked my head. How much had I messed up? “I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“I don’t think you really caused any trouble. I mean, that guy might throw a fit about his nose later, but there’s no cameras back there. Doesn’t have any real proof. If anything Dr. Yew was just as confused. He didn’t really expect Ives back, so that’s what he was going to check out. Don’t think you really ruffled any feathers.”

I nodded, still not looking him in the eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Yew will take care of him,” Beau assured. He rested a hand on my shoulder. “Would you like to come with us today? It’s supposed to be a nice day out. We can give you a low tier look around if you want.”

I nodded and smiled a little. That sounded so nice. “That sounds good. I don’t think I want to stay in this building today anyway.” What if the Auditors came back, wanting to look at my prosthetics?

Beau bounced excitedly, and we chatted as we waited for Garnet to be done with whatever else he had to do. Once he was done, he stood up. “Hungry? Want some breakfast?” He led us to the parking lot, to the same car they had used yesterday. I could still see the waves in the glass from my fire. “We can get whatever you want. Surely there’s got to be some kinda food here that you’d like.” Garnet bumped a shoulder with me.

My stomach growled loudly, of course. But I had no idea what breakfast looked like here. “Yes, I am. But what’s your favorite place for breakfast?”

“Oh, now you’ve done it,” Beau muttered. I was surprised when he decided to sit in the back. Looked like I was supposed to sit in the passenger seat.

Garnet got into the driver’s seat. “I know this great place, it’s a bodega right before you get downtown. Used to go there all the time when I first moved here. They make all kinds of crazy food.” He closed the console and moved the screen from my seat so I could sit down. “Beau, Jesus, what were you doing in here last? It’s a mess.”

“I was looking for something.”

“Apparently. Here, Chess, you can slide in now. You…you forget your jacket today?” Oh shit. It had fallen off when I had rushed the Auditor and punched him. “Are you warm enough? Want to use mine?” He took off his police jacket, and I eyed it and grimaced. It just…had a symbol of cops, and even if cops were better here, I still hated any symbol relating to them.

“I should be fine. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel comfortable wearing that. I think I lost my jacket in the barracks. But the breakfast place sounds amazing!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s alright. And we can ask Mikki about your jacket later. See if she’s got it. But sure! Let’s go get you something to eat.” I got in, and he headed out. I stared out of the window, enjoying the sights. “So, you got to meet Mikki? What’d you think?”

“She’s nice. She asked permission before doing anything. And she said she’d study her scans more to try and figure out how to help with the fire.”

“I like Mikki,” Beau piped up. “But she can be scary sometimes.”

“That’s because you’re always jumping into trouble and getting yourself busted up, bud.” Garnet chuckled, glancing at him through the rear view mirror. “Mikki’s good, and I’m glad she was able to take a look at it before those I.T. bastards came in and made a mess. If anyone can figure it out, it’d be Mikki.”

I nodded, but that Fucking Auditor had seemed so interested in looking at my prosthetics… “She said they were similar to those here, but there were key differences. And…the Auditor, after I punched him, he wanted to see my prosthetics closer. He told Ives to bring me to him.” My voice got quiet at the end.

Beau and Garnet got quiet too. Garnet looked in the rear view mirror again before he spoke. “Did he?” There was a hint of anger in his voice, and I got a little worried he was mad at me for punching the Auditor. “Well, we’re definitely not letting that happen. If I catch any of them snooping around they’re going to get worse than a broken nose. Good on Ives for getting you out of there.” He took a deep breath and looked over at me. Oh. He wasn’t mad at me? “So don’t you worry about any of them. Today is gonna be about getting good food, learning about the city, and maybe running a few traffic stops -well, I’ll run the traffic stops. I gotta look like I’m doing something. Beau ran them last time, so you two can just take it easy.”

I got choked up, almost started crying again. They were just all so nice. It was so hard to believe that people were so nice on this world. I just stayed quiet and watched out the window until we got to the breakfast place. I stared at the menu, not recognizing anything, but at least there were pictures.

Garnet glanced over at me. “See anything you like?”

I tilted my head. “Maybe bacon and waffles? I’ve never heard of them, but they sound good.”

“Never had.” He trailed off with a laugh. “You’re gonna live it. Want anything, Beautician?” Beau shook his head, and Garnet pulled up and chatted with the cashier and ordered. He even got me a drink. They handed over the food, and Garnet handed me what I ordered. My mouth watered, and my stomach growled loudly again, and I opened the container as Garnet left. I got hit with the smell of the food, and my mouth watered even more.

He glanced at me. “I’m just gonna cruise around for a bit, make sure everyone’s playing nice. But let me know if my driving gets too much or if you rather sit in the back with Beau out of the sun. Don’t want you getting motion sickness.”

Garnet seemed subdued, and Beau was quiet, so I had to make a bad joke to lighten the mood. “I’ve had enough experience that I know I don’t get motion sickness.”

Garnet started to bite into his sandwich, but he stopped. It took him a bit, but he gave a wicked laugh. “Oh, that’s terrible. I shouldn’t laugh at that.” He was still snickering. “That was a good one. I walked right into that one.”

I laughed too, feeling lighter at being able to get Garnet to laugh. I took my first bite of the waffle, after I had put the syrup on top of it like the picture had shown, and I froze, almost starting to cry again. This was such amazing food; every food on this world was amazing. I had never tasted food that was this good. “You guys have access to this food every day and you don’t get it all the time? This is amazing!”

“Yeah, but there’s a buncha different kinds. You kinda learn to rotate them.” Garnet snickered. “Trust me, there’s some bad ones too. Some really weird stuff, like that -Beau, what was that stuff that librarian brought us after career day?”

“The mayonnaise salad on pear halves?” Beau perked up.

“God, yeah. That was bad. But there’s an endless amount of options. The city’s pretty diverse, so it’ll probably take you forever to run out of options.” He pointed out some other food places. “So just say if you see something you want to try.”

I watched the city go by out the car window as I finished up my food. Garnet kept pointing things out and explaining where everything was, and I paid attention as long as I could, but I was full and happy, and I felt safe, so I fell asleep without even realizing it.

[wanderrlust0]

i havent journaled in a while so i guess ill do one now while i wait for this melly to kick in so i can sleep.

i actually meant to do this last night but i got too tired to continue after typing 2 words lol. i went to work today and then hung out with my bf afterwards for like 6.5hrs. it was a good time with him today. we really just smoked a little joint in his backyard while his dogs ran around. then he made grilled pork and we had his sisters pasta and meatballs with it. we watched the new ep of frieren while eating some krispy kreme glazed donut that his sister brought and then we just hung out for the rest of the night. funny enough, i actually meant to write some things about him last night but after hanging out today, my initial thoughts have changed. basically, ive noticed that hes been in this weird funk for a few wks and i couldnt really figure out what it was and if it was just me overanalyzing or whatever. after i hung out with snow which was feb2, there was an incident where i accidentally forgot to reply for 2hrs, even tho i read his msg so that affected our relationship in a way to the point where like he apparently started to care less and wasnt fully into it all. the way he explained it to me, he felt like he was holding back his feelings or like they just werent connecting and whenever we hung out, it felt like a regular hangout (almost like how a friend hangout would feel). it was only up until recently where he started to acknowledge it more bc of this recurring situation we were having with sex. like for a little bit honestly, i would notice that he wasnt fully into it like he used to be/normally is. i didnt say anything at first but after a while i think we were on the topic and i told him what ive been noticing. then all of a sudden it got worse bc it was actually affecting our relationship. it made us (but mostly him) question our connection, his state of mind, our chemistry, all that. like we didnt know what the problem was since this like never happens so its weird.. and he did bring back up how when i hung out with snow last time, at the time he told me that something in him switched and he couldnt explain it or fully understand it but whatever it was, i guess it was progressively becoming more prevalent without him realizing. like he was pretty much self sabotaging himself and so he recently actually had to like “self reflect” foreal bc i swear, he was being less like himself and less emotional and genuinely happy and not as affectionate. it wasnt completely obvious but i def did sense that something felt different. i felt like he would act jealous and suspicious of me at times and itd be his own trust issues coming out, as well as some insecurity. like, at times those parts of him were tiring bc its like the same things over & over. it made me feel like he was trying to find literally anything to use to try to pick at with me. like to find fault in me or accuse me/suspect me of something that i clearly am not doing. like i already know hes got some deep rooted trust issues and self esteem issues but damn it felt like i was always the one messing up and upsetting him and making it like hes just being sensitive and dramatic..like!! no!! its just sometimes so difficult to try to tell someone who is actually overthinking and overdoing it without sounding like youre gaslighting or brushing it off as nothing. i really was trying to understand him and his pov. its seriously all bc of my friendship with snow which is crazy…like how has our friendship become this prominent in both our lives and is causing this much conflict between us, even tho i told him a million times that it shouldnt. i tell him the truth about it, im not lying, not cheating, not anything but its affected him soo much. btw we are trying to plan a day to hang out again soo we shall see how he reacts to it & ill also not make the same mistake. ill deal with that later but at least today, he felt like really great and happy which is good and it made me realize how i did miss this from him. im glad were okay tho:)

[loiswasadevil]

I wiped the tears and walked upstairs and I said that we'd be having McDonalds for dinner because i was too tired to cook because of my Heart Unlocking and Chris said Yay and everyone was happy so I took Chris to McDonalds with me and It cost so much to get a meal for the whole Family but It was worth it not to cook And Chris started eating in the car Lol. When we got home we ate on the couch Infront of the Tv because Peter was already there He was excited about McDonalds too and I wanted to eat in the kitchen at the Table but i didn't even want to say anything I didn't say anything all dinner and I felt like Brian was still mad at me I looked at him and he looked away Maybe it was in regret Or maybe Anger I don't know but We finished dinner and I grabbed all the bags and Wrappers And Cleaned up and I wanted to take a bath but Peter was using the bathroom for so long that when I finally went to do it He didn't even have the fan on So it smelled so bad and I didn't want to take a bath anymore if i had to sit there and smell that for so long So i just brushed my teeth in our Bathroom and went to bed While Peter had the Tv On watching MeTV For so long He wasn't even paying attention to the show just laughing at the accents I could tell But i finally fell asleep after so long. I woke up to Peters alarm but I kept sleeping and so did he. I didn't care. I slept another Hour before waking us both up Telling Peter he was going to be late for work but he Didn't care and I would normally get So Mad But i was just so tired of everything, the sameness of each passing day, I said Fine and I went downstairs to the kitchen to make Coffee before Stewie woke up. I started another Day angry instantly, Was it my fault or Peters, Does Oxygen Erupt without a spark, does a Devils Heart Unlock Without a Key? I started to hear Stewie Cry and snapped out of my thought and Went upstairs to change him and Get us both ready for the day Before Chris and Meg Woke Up to bring them to school And There's no point telling the rest of my Day I Stayed in Universe B for 2 more Days Without having a Catalyst before I came back to this universe agian against my will I wanted to shift longer But I haven't mastered shifting No I haven't. Skilled shifters are able to send their consciousness to another universe while leaving their body / Clone behind and keep their routine in Their main Universe all while remaining shifting and I haven't reached that level yet despite being able to shift almost 3 days at a time without coming back, It would have been longer If I didn't have a fucking Devils Heart I could shift for a week but I couldnt permashift but nonetheless when shifting my consciousness to Universe B Your body is completely disconnected from your connected consciousness from A To B when I returned i Instantly noticed my dehydration and Hunger and I had a Headache So I relieved all my needs and For the past couple of days Ive been Binge watching American Dad and I tried to shift but i cant But ive been tring and Trying because I need to Raise Stewie Chris and Meg because God Knows Peter Wont

was your recent shifting session good? happy late halloween btw!

No and Hi and Happy Late Halloween but recent events within the Family Guy Community have been so strenuous for me and so Ive been shifting to escape my stress of this universe and the new episode schedule and Hiatus until December and the Plan To Kill Family Guy. When i was Shifting Peter was my Catalyst I know i should expect this at this point but Being with Peter is better than Being in Universe A Because though my consciousness transfers I transfer into Lois and my urges and Thoughts and emotions don't transfer over Except my Devils Heart is the Same But I digress Peter was pissing me off so bad I got out of bed steaming angry And suddenly I was back in Universe A. I was so Mad I know i can shift for as long as I want to I can shift as long as i want to I will shift as long as I want to I will be able to shift forever I can shift over a week I can shift for unlimited time I can shift to spooner street whenever I want And I can stop shifting whenever I want This is an affirmation I repeat to myself Even typing it affirms my shifting ability Nonetheless I returned to Universe B Back in bed with Peter some time had Passed he was asleep and I was still awake But I went to bed next to him facing away and I had a hazy vision / Dream of Myself in Universe A Which i've never experienced before. In my dream I saw Peter And I was so scared that I instantly woke up and saw him beside me So i got up and turned off the TV and i used the bathroom And tried to get back in bed So i woke up the next morning before Peter And I just stood there and stared at him and He went to work And I took the kids to school and Stewie to daycare and I sent Brian on an erand and I just sat on the couch for hours staring at the television without turning it on, staring at my reflection reflected back at me on the black television screen. My thoughts of Universe A Had never breached my mind in Universe B It's a seperate reality though my Consciousness overlaps Lois' becoming one. I locked eyes with myself in the reflection and I felt tears start to flow and suddenly I was back in Universe A Again even though I didn't have a Catalyst and I couldnt shift back. It was like i was for a split second trapped between the path linking the universi. I put on an episode compilation on YouTube along with a Shifting FQ that I sped up To increase the wavelength's effect on me and I tried to shift for another hour our maybe two hours and I could just hear Daddies voice Overlapping itself in my head I could hear Carter and Greg Both scream at me at the same time, Calling me worthless, stupid, A nuesance, Saying it's wrong to love Family Guy, Saying its wrong to love Peter, Telling me "I'm making the wrong decision" their voices overlap And I can see the reflection of childself in Twin Universi in both of their eyes in my minds Eye And suddenly I snap out of it And I turned off YouTube because I could hear Rent a cent er Customers so loud I turned off my lights and Decided to take an epsom both I Only have one bag It can be hard to get But i got it From last week So i put it in the bath tub This time Adding enough that it Stopped Disolving and i could feel the salt rub against the skin of my back and spine pressing into the porcelain, I laid back and turned off the water after some time and relaxed putting another FQ on my phone and Shifted again. I shifted for probably another 7 hours Before coming back to this universe due to my catalyst IE PETER. He was annoying me so bad, He had just seen the trending Gasoline and Bees trend and He wanted to try it at Joe's house and i was screaming at him No and he Tried it and got stung by bees I was so mad when He told me Why didn't you try to talk me out of this and asked me to tend to his stings

[jinlias]

How about 7 and 12 angst pleaseeee? Need me some angst rn. Anyone you see fit for twice or itzy. Thank you!!

“baby, can you check the time for the movie again?” ryujin comes out of the bathroom, one towel around her body while she held the other to her head drying her hair. it’s just a habit, both her to always ask you to roam through her phone and you for doing it.

there was never a reason not to, ryujin never had anything but good intentions in mind, but, maybe her heart remained elsewhere.

byeol

6 days ago

b: hey

b: can we talk?

5 days ago

b: ryujin?

b: i just want one more chance

b: i miss you

4 days ago

rj: i miss you too

rj: but im seeing someone

b: can you please just meet me for coffee?

3 days ago

rj: i’ll think about it.

2 days ago

rj: im free tonight.

b: thank you, im omw

2 hours ago

b: wanna hang later?

rj: can’t, date night. raincheck?

b: sure, lmk.

ryujin doesn’t question how it takes you the slightest bit longer to drop her phone or how you never answer her question. she only watches you pick up your own device and type.

ryeongie

y/n: chaeryeonggg, was the movie you watched with ryujin on wednesday good? i think i’ll watch too

cy: movie? on wednesday?

cy: i havent seen ryujin since our dinner.

cy: did she tell you that?

chaeryeong keeps typing and untyping, but eventually opts for calling you, the ringing startling you.

“is everything okay?” ryujin chuckles, turning off the blow dryer. “did you not find the movie?”

“didn’t you see this movie already?” ryujin tenses in place, her face immediately looking like a deer caught in headlights “why did you lie to me?”

“what?” ryujin places the hair brush on the dresser.

“you told me you went to the movies with chaeryeong, she didn’t even know.” she hates how calm you look and sound, your hands resting on your lap carefully. you’re already dressed, you chose to wait until she was out to finish getting ready. “did you see byeol on wednesday?”

“what are you talking about?” your girlfriend’s voice raises for the first time in the time you’ve been dating. you don’t reply, instead showing her the conversation. “you went through my phone?”

“it was open and i read it.” you shrug. “what happened that night ryujin? did she come over? did you kiss? did you fuck?”

“what are you insinuating?” she finally turns around and rests her weight on the dresser, her arms crossing in front of her

“im asking you what happened” you repeat “because ive been here all day ryujin. you texted her you were too busy with me to see her today and proceeded to fuck me and tell me how much you love me and how im the light of your life. but this entire time you’ve been thinking about her. haven’t you?”

“y/n that’s not-“

“do you think about her when you look at me?” you get up now, reaching her.

“baby, i love you” ryujin tries to cup your face with her hands, but decides not to when she takes in the hurt in your eyes.

“yes or no ryujin. it’s an easy question.”

“yes” she looks at the floor embarrassed, and your scoff in response makes her flinch. she fucked up. so bad.

“i fucking knew it” you grab your bag quickly, your phone already in your hand and she watches you storm out of her room.

“where are you going? please let’s just talk”

“there’s nothing to talk about ryujin!!” you finally stop in your tracks, your keys in one hand and your necessities in other. “you’re an unfaithful bitch and i can’t change that. im not gonna sit around and watch you play with my dignity like this.”

you only break down in your car, on the drive to chaeryeong where you knew her and yeji would console you through it.

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[husbandohunter]

Stardew Impact [Stardew Valley+Genshin Impact x Reader]

Part 2/3 Zhongli, Xiao

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE ROUND TWO)

Genre: Fluff

Others

Diluc and Kaeya

Albedo and Childe

(A/n): This was meant to be part 3 but I couldn't wait to write xiao. Plus Ive been writing Albedo for almost the whole month already Word count_2.6k

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Xiao

• Thrown in an unfamiliar environment puts Xiao on high alert. Instincts kick in and his hand subconciously grabs for his spear. Nothing. Not even his vision activated. Xiao's gaze darts all over before landing on your figure. He sighs in relief, you're safe, that much he can decipher as of now.

• Stripped of his power, left with only claws and teeth (if must) to protect you from any dangers, he was ansty with every little thing. 

• The villagers are so nice??? For what reason must they have to act so friendly to strangers (Xiao wonders). The Mayor even granted you two a vast farmland free of charge. 

• Shortly he realized he no longer had his karmaic debt. Xiao wasn't sure how to live his life in this state. He dedicated his entire existence to years of slaughter and suffering that it became the only thing he knew. He won't admit it of course, he'll just throw in scoffs and remarks about how mundane activities are a waste of time when in reality, he just has no clue on how to handle them.

• Thats why the first day was difficult as you both try to figure out how to plant parnsips. Deciding it was better to go with an experiment, you split the share of seeds in half and used what basic knowledge you had on farming to finish the job. Xiao on the other hand tried copying what you did….though the outcome wasn't so desirable it was a mess. (His trained hands have taught him to be on the rough side).

• He doesn't bother socializing with the townspeople even though he has no karmaic debt to worry about. Xiao thinks you're more than enough anyways so what's the point? 

• Robin is the only person who can tolerate him for obvious reasons (cough Sebastian cough) she knows exactly how to deal with his personality type. His glares don't faze her, she simply thinks its just a teenage phase of some sort. 

• Eventually they become mutuals, Xiao thinks Robin is similar to Verr Goldet in a way. Since he's the one who does the heavy labour of chopping down trees and mining stones for building upgrades, he gets a chance to visit her house quite often. He comes back with lots of recipes too.

• You find out that his adepti blood never left him. Xiao doesn't need sleep so you better believe it when he tells you the next morning that he spent the whole night watering all 300 of your crops (watering is the only process he's good at for farming). 

• Sometimes you catch him staring out of the window, wondering what he may be thinking. Life was so much more different, almost hard to recognize. Was this real? Is it okay for it to be real, just this once? Ever since he committed his duty to Morax, Xiao didn't dream of a time when everything would be peaceful. Yet here he is, no longer a weapon but on a journey to find out what it's like to live as a normal person. 

• Spring: Every morning you find him kneeling behind the cabin with the pet cat (yes, cats seem to suit Xiao very much). He just stares at them, hesitant if he wanted to pet their fur or rub their chin. So he continues to glare intensely, scaring your cat away :(

• Whenever you wanted to attend any of the town's festivities, Xiao wouldn't even hide his distastefulness but goes with you regardless. Why do mortals consider hiding eggs and finding them a fun activity? And what kind of a name is Flower Dance? Can't they just call it a dance?

• Though…he does like the sight of you wearing a flower crown. Xiao likes putting stuff in your hair.

Since setting foot upon this new world, time seemed to have slowed down to the point that almost everything felt like an eternity. And you didn't mind, with him by your side, you wouldn't mind if it did last forever.

The lull of the grass was the only sound Xiao could hear as he closed his eyes and rested his head on your lap. You maneuvered across his scalp in small, subtle motions, surprised with how warm he felt against the heat your palm. He stirs a little and lets out a soft breath before turning his face to lay on the side.

You were slightly intrigued by the yaksha's new demeanor. From far away, Xiao was an intimidating man, even during the first time you laid eyes him, his presence felt similar to a knife pointing at anyone who dares to come too close. But now, the face that usually held his signature annoyance melted into something you never thought you'd see as the sun rays brushed against the surface of his fair skin. You observed the way his dark eyebrows stayed in a relaxed arch. The red crescents lining right above his beautiful long lashes and the sound of soft snores through parted lips. It was hard to believe that this man was the same person who claimed to have ended a thousand lives through thousands of years.

Did he fall asleep already?

Gently moving away the strands away from his cheekbone, hovered your gaze above him and whispered, "I thought adepti don't need rest."

"Hmph," Xiao responds, though there was no harshness in his tone, "Quit trying to be difficult, I didn't tell you to stop."

The smug grin on your face only widens. You lean downward and said to his ear, "And what's the magic word~?"

Xiao sighs at your antics. You were truly pushing your luck today and he simply didn't have the patience to entertain you. Without a warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down, foreheads pressing until you were but a breath away. The adepti conquers, he does not plead.

• Summer: As expected, your parnsnips weren't able to grow as much. Thus, this season was going to be the one to make up for the lost profit. Xiao is very good at hunting, perhaps the best in the entire town. Though the way he catches fish is rather peculiar, said by the folks. He prefers to carve a spear made of wood and repeatedly stabs the lake until results show. Xiao dislikes the old fashioned way, he says its unproductive and it unecissarily takes too much time. 

• But as much as he scared the whole town, they were extremely grateful when he cleaned up the slime issues happening in the mines. You could say that he grew very popular since then and eventually mustered up the courage to greet him a hello whenever he passes by. 

• You nudge him to reply back. Xiao usually shoots you a glare but slowly, he learns the courtesy of acknowledging someone's prescence.

• Fall: You woke up to a burnt smell coming from the kitchen. Xiao just thought he would return the favour since you always worked so hard. (He was actually trying to figure out what a 'whisk' was. It was no wonder why there were eggshells in the dish!)

• You realized that Xiao was taking more initation compared to before. At night, when you thought the animals were actively jumping in the barns, the noise was actually from Xiao trying to adjust himself to the ways of tending the field. After learning what TV was, he would always switch to the channel "Livin off the land" to gain some insight. Truly, Xiao was greatful even though he knew he eventually had to return to his duties, he wanted to utilize the current days the best way he could. And what better way was it to just make you happy in return?

• Winter: This was the season to test the accumulation of Xiao's abilities: you caught a cold and he had to manage everything in his own. Xiao scolded you for not wearing enough and being too careless but at the same he considered that you must've been working too hard.

• Goes to Robin for help. She basically became his mom now. Prepares the food and leaves them in the fridge, she teaches Xiao how to use the phone in case he needed any help and also lets him know where all the essentials are. 

• Xiao stayed by your side the whole time even though you told him you'd be fine. But he refuses, he may no longer be a gaurdian but he was your gaurdian. That role never changed.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• You wake up on a soft bed with Zhongli sitting at a chair nearby. He hands you a cup of brewed water but you're still blatlantly confused. Seems like everything was taken care of by Zhongli, it ends up with him explaining everything to you. 

• The folks instantly assumes you both as a married couple. Who could blame them? He did carry your unconcious body all the way to town while asking for a local doctor. You can bet that the ladies wish they were you at that moment. Zhongli took care of everything, including with the contract with the new farm.

• It didn't take long for you both to adjust to the new lifestyle. Zhongli's accumulated knowledge was enough to last all four seasons. Days past by peacefully as you shared the tasks. He'd place down the stone paths towards the gate and you busied yourself with decorating the house. After that was done, Zhongli would rest upon the rocking chair outside your door (like the grandpa he is) and sometimes you'd join him in one reading session. His voice was soothing, you eventually dipped into a slumber as the evening grew colder. Just like always, your beloved brings his arm to encapsulate you from the wind, brushing his thumb against your skin subconciously while you snore softly into his shoulder.

• In a way, the townsfolk were right. You both do act like a married couple. It's basically domestic life with Zhongli in a nutshell.

• He gets connected with Gunther and lands a role in the Museum. Since he's there so often, Zhongli also manages to be acquainted with Elliot as well. Two men who have a common interest with books while speaking in poetic prose. Their conversation would last for hours to the point Gunther had to kick them out of the library!

• Veeeery good with the children, not in an entertaining way but its just the aura he reeks. Penny usually had trouble dealing with Vincent since he never seems to be able to focus but the minute Zhongli speaks, he's all ears. Not only that he was also very good with the elderly. He even recommended some herbs George could take to soothe his back issues.

• Problem is that he still forgets to bring his wallet and Childe isn't here to save him. So once you stepped foot into the Stardrop Saloon and Gus calls you over, he tells you about the cost he owed to his tab….

• But this tranquil life full of genuinity and deprived of sovereignty, he was overjoyed to be able to spend it with you. Because he knew you were unlike him, that all humans were born with an expiry date. He knew so well that after every new greeting, he would have to face the goodbyes over and over until the world eventually came to an end. He knew you were also going to be part of those many goodbyes while he would still be here.

• But as Zhongli walks amongst the fallen leaves, he remembered the beauty that carries within every new beginning. They brought him to you and he would never hesitate to trade his gnosis for it.

Spring: You shot up your bed when Zhongli blast the TV at full volume. He apologizes, saying that he was simply trying to change the channel. You figured it was best for him to go outside before he somehow glitches the screen until it couldn't repair itself (Robin charges for repairs).

• Every thursday you both go to Pierre's store to complete your grocery shopping. He offers to push the cart as you fill the basket with all the necessities (plus it saves you the trouble of having him tossing whatever he sees without looking at the price tag).

• Every afternoon you order a take out from the Saloon, sharing the meal while sitting at the fountain's edge near the community center. Every evening Zhongli would take you to explore the rest of the vast farmland, discovering places you weren't even aware of. It was no wonder why everyone thought you were a married couple. 

• Summer: Since the cabin was too small for a bathroom, you guys would have to travel up the mountains in order to get to the Spa house (cue sweatiness x10). 

• The concept of hotsprings was derived from Inazuma so it was no surprise that Liyue eventually took it after him. Zhongli had collected some incense from foraging items over the past few months, he knows whats up. But overall he gives the best bath sessions (hands down) and you were the one who insisted in joining him.  He was a gentle and sweet lover, always putting your needs before his. Ancient artifacts and old history books have always been precious to him, he treated you no differently.

The heartbeat of the oceans continues to rock back and forth until they brush up on the sandy shore, washing away the two pairs of footprints left behind by a man and a woman.

Gold against gold, his amber eyes reflected against the scenery. Millions of lights flashed among the sea when the sun began to climb down from the sky, it's rays hugged across the valley like an ethereal glow bestowed by the heavens as summer's wind brought even more warmth than what he had currently felt. You trance ahead of with the same light shaping around your form. 

"Oh hey there's another rainbow shell," you waved at him before running off, "I'll be back!"

How is it that you still continue to shine like gold in his memories?

Zhongli suddenly ponders at the chapters laying ahead of him. He spent so many years turning each page without ever reaching a conclusion, forever searching the fabled happy endings written in fairytale books, but he knew his immortality wouldn't grant him that wish.

Thus, the formal archon raised his pen and reweaves his own story. He envisions his future with you by his side, engraving every detail until it was immortalized in his memories.

Perhaps I shouldn't keep her waiting.

With a renewed resolve, Zhongli clutches the gemstone tightly in his palm, he seals the page with the final contract between your future and his.

• Fall: After getting your first house upgrade, it was time for the next event: the ceremony. Yes, Zhongli would only have a wedding if Liyue traditions were involved. Everyone was invited of course, they were quite intrigued with the flashy setup such as lanterns and fireworks (you were a little worried with where he got the budget for such items) and Zhongli even educated Gus about some recipes he can use for the Saloon.

• You found out that Zhongli was saving all his money for this day (it was no wonder that he couldn't pay for his tab!). Old habits die hard, it was a shame that he didn't have his powers to craft the right items, but at least he got to sea you in a traditional eastern dress (it's the part he was looming forward to the most).

• Fall is the best season. One you wouldn't forget.

• Winter: Ah he finally learns how to use  technology after three seasons. He only knows two channels from the TV which was 'Livin off the Land' and the weather channel. Zhongli oftens talks to himself as he tries to figure out more mechanics, he seems to be extremely absorbed in the most basic things.

• The miner of the house. But instead of using them to upgrade tools and donating them to the museum, Zhongli likes to keep some of them for collection. You could say your house also had a little museum in the other room.

• Romcom movies and soap operas. You can't change my mind that this is what you both spend your time watching as the snowstorm rages outside. 

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff/Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Part IV

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||  Read on AO3 (Complete Work)

Thanks to @gingerbreadcookieforlife​ for letting me know i did not upload the entire work here.

Summary:  When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded. Or enemies to Lovers in high School.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers;  Angry Sex; Underage Sex; High School AU;  Violence; Fights;  Inappropriate language; Fluff and Smut; minor mentions of Reader x Carol and Reader x Jessica Jones.

Notes: This work was already finished on AO3, but i forgot to continue this on Tumblr. I hope everyone who thought that was a one shot, enjoy the rest of it.

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Sometimes is just an epilogue

Dating Wanda Maximoff is not easy at first.

After your date on Saturday, you wake up late on Sunday, especially since you got home in the morning. Not even your mother's scolding that you broke your grounding can keep the silly smile off your lips.

You miss Wanda all the time, but you text each other for many hours. 

And then the exam week begins, and you drag yourself through the halls, feeling very anxious.

Wanda smiles at you in the hallways, and Nat gives you a suggestive look, but you are almost late for your history test, so you don't have time to tell her. 

Your calendar is a mess, and when you finally leave for break, Wanda texts you to meet her in the ladies' room.

Then you find yourself locked in a cabin, kissing Wanda Maximoff as if your life depended on it.

Things were heating up fast, you noticed. Your tongues bickered together as your hand was on Wanda's left breast, and she thrust her hips against you. And then the bell rang, and you grunted at having to let her go. Wanda laughed as she wiped her own lipstick from your face, and you helped wipe hers. She looked at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, and you resisted the urge to kiss her again.

It was hard to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day.

When the last period was finally over, you couldn't meet Wanda, because she had cheerleading practice and you had softball. You wished you could steal her away for yourself, but you couldn't. 

This completely disconnected and rushed routine continued until the week was over. The universe seemed to be conspiring so that you didn't have enough time together, and the stolen kisses between classes and during breaks was leaving you frustrated and heated all day.

When you finished your last test of the evening, you went to the outside yard. Your cell phone vibrated when your mother texted you that she would accept the weekend shift, and you sighed knowing that you would have to cook. You thought about waiting for Wanda to come out of cheer practice, and almost choked when she sent you a picture wearing only her uniform skirt.

And then she asked you to meet her outside in the bleachers after the practice was over. You waited for her, a shy smile on your lips as you leaned against the same wall where you first had sex.

You waved ironically to the cheerleading squad girls who saw you standing outside as they left, but they said nothing. Wanda was the last to leave, and she jumped on you excitedly, kissing you on the mouth as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

- Hi. - You said between kisses.

- Hi. - She replied, smiling.

And then the kiss intensified, Wanda let her hands rest on your shoulders, and you squeezed her waist as your tongues met. She sighed, squeezing your jacket as you parted.

- Take me home. - She whispered breathlessly, and you nodded in agreement.

Wanda continues kissing your neck as you stumble through the front door. You struggle against the lock, your hands trembling as you feel Wanda's hand enter your blouse.

But you finally enter your home, and throwing your backpacks into the living room, you push Wanda against the door as you close it. 

You let your hands go down to her ass, and squeeze as you lift her off the floor, and Wanda curls her legs against your waist, both of you moaning into each other's mouths.

Your tongues fight together intensely, and when Wanda separates your mouths for breath, you move your kisses down her neck.

She sighs and you bite her on a sensitive spot on her collarbone, eliciting a loud moan. She begins to run her hands up your waist, pulling up your blouse. You stop kissing her to remove it completely, throwing it to the floor of the room. You return your mouth to hers in the next second, feeling her thrust her hips against you. You change the rhythm of the kiss, letting your tongue slowly touch hers, while your hands reach inside her blouse. You let out a groan when you realize she is not wearing a bra, and squeeze her breasts immediately. Wanda lets out a hearty grunt against your mouth, and you grin mischievously.

You part your mouths to remove Wanda's blouse, and you are breathless at the sight of her bountiful breasts exposed. 

Replacing your hand with your mouth, you bite the hard nipple of her right breast, and Wanda moans deeply as she throws her head back against the wall. You try to divide your attention with her two breasts, varying and biting. Wanda begins to move frantically against you in search of more friction, and you smile as you feel her try to open your pants with trembling hands. 

As you move up your mouth, leaving wet kisses all over her neck, Wanda unbuckles your belt and unzips your pants, pushing them down. But she loses concentration when you bring your hand to her neck and squeeze lightly, bringing your mouths together again. You smile against the kiss, reaching down to pull up her skirt. But Wanda has her legs trapped firmly against your waist, and the contact is making you wet and throbbing. You grab her ass as you carry her toward your bedroom, not stopping kissing her.

You fall onto the bed, and having her underneath you makes your core tighten. You finally remove Wanda's skirt, running your lips down her neck as you do so. You feel her swing her legs around to remove the item completely. Your pants are loose against your waist, so you step back to take them off completely, returning to the bed afterwards.

You lie back against Wanda, kissing her intensely, but gently. She sighs against your lips. 

Letting your hand move down her body, you reach for the cox of her panties, and gently pull the material down. Wanda trembles slightly, but you continue kissing her to calm her down. You pull away only to help her remove the item completely, and then you have her naked against you. Wanda gently beckons you to remove your bra, and you quickly take it off, wanting to feel the skin of her body against you.

When you lie back down, you both moan with your naked bodies against each other. Wanda makes you intoxicated. You bring your hands up to her neck, kissing her passionately. Then she starts to move under you, and you press your body down. Wanda moans with intensity, separating your mouths.

- Babe, please. - She begs breathlessly. - I need you.

You bring your faces together, catching her lower lip between yours, and then letting go. Wanda sighs. 

- Tell me what you want, darling. - You whisper against her mouth. - You want my mouth?

Wanda nods between sighs, and you bring your mouths together again. And then you move your hand down to her breast, and squeeze, stopping kissing her. 

- Where do you want my mouth? - you ask, and lower your kisses. - Here? - you ask as you kiss her breast. Wanda squirms, throwing her head back. You smile as you suck on her nipple, and then let go, moving your kisses down her belly. - Or here? - You continue down her thighs, the trail of wet kisses making Wanda clench her fists and sigh breathlessly. When you kiss her inner thighs, she whimpers. You have decided to put her out of her misery.

Wanda lets out a loud, deep moan as your tongue touches her swollen clitoris. She tastes so good, your eyes roll in their orbits as you taste her. You keep your hands on her thighs, holding her open for you, as you thrust your tongue deep inside her. Wanda moans out of breath, her hips thrusting upward in search of friction, but you maintain a steady rhythm as you lick her shallowly.

- Please. - She pleads with a whimper. You smile against her wet pussy, and then slide your tongue inside her. - Fuck, yes. - You hear her say breathlessly, and then you lick her again. 

It doesn't take long for Wanda's body to go into shaky spasms, and she begins to moan and curse lowly. You force your tongue as deep as possible, and she moans loudly. When Wanda cums in your mouth, she screams your name. 

You continue kissing against her pussy even after she comes, and Wanda tries to calm her breathing. You start to move your kisses up, and when you reach her mouth, she lazily responds to you, still recovering from her orgasm.

It takes a moment, but Wanda's kisses are intense again, and she turns you over on the bed, riding on your waist. 

- It's my turn now. - She says between one kiss and another. You smile against the kiss, knowing that it wouldn't take long for you to reach your own orgasm, just the image of Wanda riding you was doing wonders.

When Wanda rubs her pussy on your lap, you see stars and your hands squeeze her thighs.

- What's it baby? - She asks repeating the movement, you moan against her mouth. - Do you like that?

And then she pushes her waist down hard, and you let out a loud moan, trying to reach her mouth, but Wanda pushes your shoulder forcing you back onto the bed. You look at her in wonder and she begins to move on your lap, both of you letting out heavy sighs at the sensation.

You squeeze her thighs hard, pulling her down and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth tightening as she rubs against you.

You begin to feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling and your body beginning to ignore your commands. Wanda is also close, but she continues to brush against you 

You moan loudly as the climax hits you, throwing your head back on the bed. Wanda falls against you immediately afterwards, trembling just as much as you do. She gasps breathlessly against your neck.

You swallow hard as you try to recover, and then you feel Wanda giggle against your neck.

- God, what was that? - She says breathlessly as she lifts her head to look at you. 

- Do you want to do it again? - You ask, and she bites her lip, nodding in agreement.

You then kiss, and you can't believe how lucky you are.

You only stop during the night. Wanda collapses against you, and you both fall asleep almost instantly.

The first time you wake up, she is wrapped around your waist, and judging by the darkness of the room, it is dawn. Then you close your eyes again.

When you wake up for the second time, Wanda is lazily kissing your collarbone, and you smile.

- Good morning. - you say with a husky tone. Wanda smiles against your skin, and then looks at you tenderly. You let your hand caress her back as she kisses you.

- Good morning. - She replies as you part. She leans against you, laying her face on your neck and entwining your legs. - Can we stay here forever?

- Yes. - You agree without hesitation, feeling Wanda smile at your collarbone.

- I'm hungry. - She speaks almost a second later, making you laugh.

- That was a fast forever. - You tease, and she lets out a giggle against your skin. 

You get up at some point, and between finding clothes for you and Wanda to wear, and stealing kisses while trying to stay dressed, you lead her by the hand to the kitchen. You prepare eggs and bacon, because it's the only thing you know how to cook, and some coffee.

Wanda sits on the counter in the kitchen, and you lean on the sink, looking at her tenderly as you take a sip of your latte.

- A penny for your thoughts? - You joke as you watch her assume a thoughtful expression. Wanda bites her lower lip, holding back a smile. 

- I told Pietro about us. - She declares, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

- Really? And how was it?

- Well. - she says with a smile. - Very well actually. He said you were a nice girl.

- Wow, he's completely wrong. - You joke, and Wanda giggles.

You fall silent again, and you realize that she is distracted. Leaving your mug on the counter, you move closer, getting between her legs as you use your hands to pull her hair away from her neck and put it back. She smiles, looking down. 

- Tell me what's bothering you. - You ask gently, leaving your hands on the counter beside her. Wanda looks up, staring at you intensely.

- I don't know how to tell everyone at school. - she confesses. - I know I don't owe anyone any satisfaction, but I just…

You nod, bringing your hands to your cheeks. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch.

- I have an idea. - You say, and give her a quick kiss on the lips before turning away, walking quickly to your backpacks that were forgotten in the middle of the room the day before. You look for Wanda's cell phone, and find it in her front pocket. Then you walk back to her, and hand her the device. Wanda looks at you with a raised eyebrow in confusion. - Make a publication. The whole school follows you. Publish a picture of us.

Wanda blinks in surprise, and then she puts down her cell phone to kiss you intensely. You almost forget what you were talking about. But then she pulls away.

- You're a genius. - She says, smiling at you. And then she unlocks the cell phone and turns on the camera. - How should we take the picture?

- I have no idea. - You remark with humor. She smiles, stealing a kiss from you. But you keep chasing after her mouth, and then you kiss her properly. When your tongue meets hers, Wanda sighs. You leave your hands on her waist, and at some point, you think you hear a clicking noise, but you don't let go.

When you slip your hands between Wanda's spread legs, she drops her cell phone against the counter.

Eventually on Sunday, Wanda leaves. You kiss her intensely against the door, and she wishes she could stay, but she really needs to get home. 

Many minutes after she has left, and once you have showered and tidied up the house, you finally check your cell phone.

Many notifications flash up on the screen, and you let out a giggle, imagining the commotion that must have taken place. Only when you check an audio of Nat screaming you decide to see the photo that Wanda has posted.

It is a picture of you sleeping against her, while she strokes your hair. The caption just says "I want to be with you, in this moment, forever". You feel your cheeks flush, and quickly type to Wanda "did you know it's weird to take pictures of people sleeping" followed by a smiley face. Wanda replies you a few emoticons of giggles and devils, and you smile, trying to remember when you have ever felt as happy as you do now.

Going back to school on Monday is an interesting experience. But you are so happy to be with Wanda that you barely catch the glances and comments. She sent you a text saying she was going to be late, so you didn't wait for her at the entrance. 

Natasha jumped on you the minute she saw you.

- My goodness, look at the expression of your face like you've been getting laid all weekend! - she exclaimed, making you laugh.

- Good morning to you too. - You said, opening your closet.

- Can you please tell me everything?

You looked at her with a suggestive look.

- Hmmm, everything. Are you sure?

She laughed, tapping you on the shoulder.

- Ha-ha, very funny. - She fought back, rolling her eyes. - Come on, tell me, are you two dating then?

And then you realize that you haven't asked Wanda that. And you frown. And seeing your expression, Nat lets out a laugh.

- Oh my God, you didn't ask? - she exclaims. - You really did have sex the whole time.

You shook your head, pushing the insecurity away. You closed your locker and held Nat's arm as you walked to class together.

- I think we are. - You say. - I just forgot to ask.

Nat laughs, but then she assumes a serious posture, you frown and look ahead, seeing Tony Stark walking towards you.

- Hey, Y/N. - He greets you, and you raise your eyebrows at his friendly demeanor. - What's up, huh?

- What's the matter, Stark? - you say snidely. Tony crosses his arms.

- I didn't come to fight with you. - He says. - I wanted to apologize.

You and Nat exchange an incredulous look, Tony shrugs, clearly uncomfortable.

- Okay, what do you want me to say? - You retort. - Your apology doesn't erase your actions.

- Yeah, I know. - he says. - But I wanted to apologize anyway. And that's it. See you around.

And he left. Nat turned to you at the same second.

- What the fuck was that? - she asked in a mixture of incredulity and humor. You just grimaced in total disbelief.

- I didn't understand anything either. - You say. - Let's get to class, I need to do some studying before the exam.

The chemistry test is the hardest so far. Professor Agatha has a look of mischief as she watches the students look downcast as they take their test, as if she is loving the suffering. 

The vast majority of the class had already stood up, handed in the test, and left the room. When Wanda left, she looked at you, flashing you an encouraging smile. 

You let out a sigh, looking at the clock. There were many exercises that you weren't sure you had done correctly, but you stood up, and handed the test to the teacher.

When you walked out into the empty halls, Wanda was waiting for you against the lockers, Pietro at her side.

You smiled at them both, dragging your feet, feeling mentally exhausted. Wanda held out her arms to you, and you hugged her as you buried your face in her neck, her warmth immediately calming you.

- Wow, you guys are cute. - teased Pietro. Wanda giggled, but you just breathed in her perfume.

- What's up, baby? - Wanda asked, and you nodded without moving away. 

- Girls, I have to go. - says Pietro next. - I still need to memorize the dates of the American war, and I don't want to be the third wheel.

You and Wanda laugh, and it takes a moment after Pietro has left for you to pull away from Wanda as you leave your hands on her waist.

- Are you sure you're all right? - Wanda asked with a slight humor in her voice as she saw your tense posture.

- Are we dating? - you ask suddenly, and she blinks in confusion. -You let the words escape faster than your thoughts can form. -I wish we were, and I know we've talked about how we feel, but I know it's recent. I'll understand too if you don't want to.

Wanda cuts you off with a kiss on the mouth, while she leaves a hand on the back of your neck, running her fingers into your hair. The sensation sends chills through your body, but she breaks the kiss a short time later.

- Yes, I want to date you. - She asserts, and you smile, nodding. You steal short kisses from her, and when the bell rings, you both let out a disgruntled groan, breaking away. 

The hallways start to fill up with students next, but that doesn't stop Wanda from stealing a few more kisses from you, completely ignoring the curious looks, before walking off down the hall.

You are surprised that Coach Xoliswa gives you her letter of recommendation before the last game even happens. But you thank her for her confidence, and turn toward the locker room, taking your uniform out of your bag.

Your teammate, Gamora, has recovered from her injury, and she wishes you good luck as you take the field.

The game is difficult, and you get a foul that almost takes you off the field. You concentrate on your breathing to control your temper. And your gaze goes to the crowd, and Wanda waves and smiles at you.  When you return to the field, you score three points in a row.

A man in a suit comes to talk to you as soon as the game is over. He schedules an interview for admission to New York University. You are in shock when you receive the invitation, but you smile awkwardly, accepting the offer. 

Your team has won the game and the girls jump on you in celebration. You kiss Wanda as she comes down from the bleachers. The team wants to celebrate at a local pizza place, so you and the girls go back to the locker room to shower and change. You get late because you go to Xoliswa's office and thank the coach for the opportunity. 

When you are left alone in the showers, Wanda joins you.

- You scared me. - You say as you watch her standing a few meters from the cabin, biting her lip.

- I told everyone that we will meet them later. - She announces, and you frown in confusion, but swallow your question as Wanda steps forward and kisses you with intensity.

You groan against her mouth, and bring your hands to her waist. 

- This is so risky. - You comment as you press her against the cabin wall. The water from the shower splashes against you, and you rush to remove Wanda's wet clothes.

- I know. - she says breathlessly. - But you were hot as hell in that field. - She confesses, sighing as she feels you run your hand down her body. - I needed to touch you.

- I'm all yours, dear. - You affirm before bringing your mouths together again. 

Sex in the shower is hot. Wanda presses her body against you, and you sink your fingers into her, making her moan loudly against your neck. And then, she can't wait, and touches you too, burying two fingers in your throbbing pussy with a wicked smile on her face. You cum together, panting against each other's mouths.

When you join the team at the pizza place many minutes later, no one comments that Wanda is wearing your team winter clothes.

When you receive your acceptance letter to the university, many weeks later, you call Wanda. 

You meet in the same place as your first date, but now you have a ring on your fingers, and you bring a towel and a picnic basket.

Wanda smiles against your mouth when you tell her that you two can go to the same university. 

You think about getting an apartment, and maybe a job in a restaurant. Wanda jokes that you would look hot in your uniform.

As sunset arrives, a few hours since you arrived there, Wanda intertwines your hands. She whispers asking you not to let go, and you squeeze harder as you assure her that you're not going anywhere without her.