#But they're MINE so they are the best ever. I have no bad taste when it comes to shoes

[larrikin-is-a-himbo]

One of the major reasons I'm eagerly waiting for winter is because I'll finally get to wear my boots <3

[mysterialistic]

Over-analyzing the Yingdu Chapter [PART 2]

I'll leve the link to PART 1 here.

Now, going back to the analysis... Who sent this postcard and "clue" to Cheng Xiaoshi? My best guess is that it was Liu Xiao. He got information about Cheng Weimin and sent a clue to lure CXS and LG to Yingdu.

You can't convince me this isn't the face of someone who knows what they're doing lol. Liu Xiao was expecting CXS and LG and he achieved his objective. Besides, why else would he react to their presence if he didn't knew them?

But now this raises another question: Lu Guang knows or doesn't know Liu Xiao and Vein?

I think that Lu Guang knows neither of them. He doesn't react to Liu Xiao's presence when he walks past them at the airport. And Vein... I think he's working with Liu Xiao. My crazy theory is that Vein has the power to invade other people's dreams or minds, so he invaded Lu Guang's and sent him a message through the photographs with the same image of the building and, of course, the clock with "Bridon" written on it.

This would explain why the synopsis mentions that Lu Guang, "with a nervous heart", heads to Yingdu with CXS. LG knows that something awaits him there, a "punishment" that could be potentially dangerous for him and, most importantly, CXS.

And... what's the deal with the "hot-headed" trio?

My main theory is that they're all working together because they want a taste of Cheng Xiaoshi's power, or at least Vein and Xia Fei do, the ability to fix a mistake from the past, to change the course of things. Liu Xiao is the one that confuses me the most, he's... A bit more complicated.

I actually have a couple of speculations about each of them. Let's start with the one we have the most information of:

Liu Xiao: this guy, according to what he said at the end of season 2, wants to "bring more parallel lines together and turn all uncertainties into certainties".

One of my theories is that his power is some sort of omnipotence, he can see everything, including different outcomes, aka, "parallel lines". Something that caught my attention a while back was this official illustration where he's holding a staff with an eye. It's kinda farfetched, but I think it might be a clue to his "see it all, know it all, control it all" power.

We don't know what his ultimate goal is, but we do know he's willing to go to big extremes in order to get what he wants (he has killed indirectly and probably directly too). He's manipulative; for example, I'm pretty sure he's been using LTC ever since they met when they were kids, knowing that he would get powers and lose everything. And how does that benefit Liu Xiao? Well, now he has another powerful ally.

But what stands in the way of his plans?

Cheng Xiaoshi's power. A power that allows him to alter the past and create more parallel lines, something that must NEVER be tempered with. I've always thought that his ability is the most dangerous/powerful of the bunch, so it makes sense that they're hunting him down.

Vein: this character is described as "the eccentric head of Chinatown". Ok, hear me out, this is gonna be a big cliché, but I bet he has something to do with this "mafia" thing on the newspaper.

Now, what about him tormenting Lu Guang? Like I've mentioned before, I think he might have a power as well (manipulating people's dreams/mind?) An extra reason for Liu Xiao to work with him.

Xia Fei: this is the character we know the least about. We only know that he's a model and "seemingly friendly". Aka, he's probably a highly deceiving/manipulative guy.

My guess is that he's going to befriend Cheng Xiaoshi, specifically him cause I think he's more "naive" (maybe we'll see jealous LG lol) and because CXS was the one who noticed him at the airport; he'll probably recognize him when they meet. Xia Fei is going to become close to him just to use him at the end, typical bad guy stuff.

Now, this is a crazy theory of mine: In the newspaper there's this photo of a girl, and like someone once pointed out, she kinda looks like Xia Fei, so I was thinking maybe they're related)?

I don't think they would put a random chick in there just for decoration. Also, there's probably clues of each member of the trio in here.

Ok, so we have the general analysis and the antagonists, what now? Well, now is time to speculate about the plot itself!

PART 3

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: iv.

“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”

tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn

pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader

summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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You hum in pleasant surprise when the taste of green apples and mango hit your tongue. This really could have been hit or miss, you sip again. Still as good as the first sip. Just because you like experimenting with food and drink, it doesn't necessarily mean there will be a good payoff. Fruit teas from random shops are always either too sweet or just right for you, never something tolerable in between.

Thankfully, this place understood that the sugar is only supposed to enhance the drink, not drown it. You look over at the tall and lanky boy a few short steps away. Tea isn't Gojou's thing, hence why he is the only member of the group who hadn't ordered anything, but you think this one will be right up his alley. "You've gotta try this," you angle the cup slightly above your shoulder. "It's this green apple mango flavor they're promoting."

Without taking the cup from your hand, Gojou simply leans down to take a drink. "It's alright," Gojou shrugs before sipping again with vigor. "Needs more sugar."

You snort and lean away, bringing your beverage with you, "well if it's only alright, stop drinking it then."

"You know," Gojou sighs and you already know it's going to be some bullshit spewed out of his mouth coated in false philosophy and maturity. "Here in Japan we have a saying that food tastes better when you share it."

You roll your eyes but grin at the fact you called it, "well we just shared it and it still tastes exactly the same so," when Gojou attempts to take your cup, you turn immediately. "You better follow your best friend's example and get inside that tea house and order yourself a drink!"

Gojou slumps over your back with a whine, "what if yours tastes better than mine for some reason and they give me a bad one?"

You're giggling but no dice, "no!" You shove your straw back into your mouth and lean over your drink protectively. Get your own drink, you point at the tea shop once again with a mumble. "You have pretty privilege, there is no way they'll fuck yours up!"

"Stingy," Gojou clicks his tongue but he drags himself across the street where Suguru is standing in line anyway.

Crisis avoided.

"... What was that?" Utahime's eyes widen while her brow furrows.

It's a chilly April day in Moriya and the lot of you are enjoying the last bits of spring vacation. School holidays work differently when you go to a jujutsu school, you learned quickly. As far as the higher ups were concerned, vacation just meant more free time to send students on missions. Sure you're in a completely different part of Japan doing a lot more traveling than you'd ever do in your typical high school experience.

But in reality, this trip to a ryokan in Ibaraki Prefecture is nothing more than a glorified work trip with sightseeing sprinkled in. They could have at least sent us to a coastal town if they were sending us to Ibaraki. You shouldn't expect much from an institute that still does school on Saturday when the rest of the country stopped doing it in 2002. At the very least, the mission had been wrapped up and this final week of spring break before the new school year started, you get to enjoy yourself.

Next week, I become a second year student, you did it. You managed to survive your very first year at Jujutsu Tech. You'll miss having Fujioka-sensei as a teacher, she was kind and had lots of fun anecdotes. But you can't stew in awe and nostalgia with how Utahime is staring at you like you've lost your mind.

"What was what? It's green apple mango fruit tea," you cock your head before sliding your cup to the traditionally-clothed girl's side of the table. "Wanna try it too?"

Utahime promptly slides it back in disgust. "After he put his mouth on it? No thanks," you only shrug in return before sipping at the fruity goodness all over again. That's more for me then. Your nonchalance drives your upperclassman into mania. She looks at Shoko like she's the only other sane person at the table. 'What the heck is going on?!' her lips move silently. "Why am I the only one freaking out about this!?"

The brunette holds up a hand in the most laidback display of defensiveness you've ever seen, "they've been like that for a while now, everyone just got used to it." Shoko's words only make Utahime's more aghast.

Oh right.

That.

You smack your lips together with a weak laugh, avoiding your friend's accusatory gaze.

Something shifted in the cosmos after December 8th, 2005 without your meaning to. You aren't exactly sure how long it took after your birthday for sharing food with Gojou to become habit, but it did.

Something is too sweet or too spicy? You swap plates.

You get an assorted bag of snacks and sweet treats from helping a random grandma cross the street? There isn't really a point of keeping any of the stuff you know Gojou will like.

But you never realized how ingrained into normalcy it became until one particular day you leaned over to eat a chip Gojou held in his fingers. "Does this taste kinda soapy to you or is it just me?" He asked, shaking the bag it came from. They were roasted cumin lamb skewer flavored chips imported from China.

"Yeah, I think it's just- wait, give me another one?" You chewed more slowly that time around, really feeling at the flavor. "No, I'm getting it too."

Suguru and Shoko made faces that looked exactly like the one Utahime is wearing right now. "[First]!"

"Look it isn't like we're friends or anything," you tell the soon to be fourth-year. "When there is food involved, the We Hate Gojou Alliance calls forth a truce," you explain seriously, folding your hands and resting your chin on them as if you are Ikari Gendo. "For how can we hate if we are not properly nourished?"

At the bullshit you spew, Utahime's expression shifts into one that is purely unamused as her brow furrows and she purses her lips. It takes a lot out of you to not laugh then and there. "And since when was that an addendum we agreed on?"

"It's one I made out of personal interest," you close your eyes, nodding at the memories. Food comes before any quarrel you have with an annoying classmate. If it came down to it, you'd become Gojou's best friend for a sandwich. "When food is involved, Gojou Satoru isn't that bad."

"You're full of it," Utahime fights the twitches of her lips trying to curl upward. "Very, very full of it." The upperclassman relents with a sigh a beat later, knowing her arguments are futile. "You're a traitor. I hope you know that you're a traitor to our cause, [First]," you bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing again. You're failing the longer she goes on. Shoko is your mission partner, but you think it is arguably fair to say Utahime is who you're closest to besides her. When you transferred to Jujutsu Tech, it was Utahime who gave you a tour around the facility when the teachers were suddenly too busy. She was a kind and beautiful upperclassman who came with a lot less monetary baggage than Mei Mei. "First Getou and Shoko, now you," she sips her matcha with a pointed glare in the direction of the tea house windows. Whatever Gojou does, it makes Utahime's amused scowl turn into an annoyed glare.

"I was technically never part of any alliance to hate on Gojou, I'm only an affiliated acquaintance," Shoko laughs lightly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Utahime-senpai, you just have to accept this as part of the new reality. [First] and Gojou have become friends," your mission partner rolls her eyes when you shoot her a pointed look. "Apologies, food-based acquaintances."

Satisfied with her correction, you nod.

It's then Suguru finally reappears, a beverage in hand. Gojou is still waiting by the window for his own order to finish. "What are you guys talking about now?"

"I was telling them about this convenience store by my old high school everyone went to to have mental breakdowns," it's always a pleasure when Suguru looks at you like you've grown a second head. Laughter slips from your lips as easily as breathing. "It's called Adachi's ー that's the owner ー but the joke was to call it Adachi 7-11 because it rips off the 7-11 color scheme. He's a sweet guy though," you quickly add before continuing your spontaneous tale of the incredible 7-11 knock off store.

You eloquently tell your friend that Adachi is the kind of grownup who understand kids have it rough. That it's unknown who it was from Tsubame High that started the tradition of finding aisle to just sit and cry and snack in, but eventually it just became the spot to have freak outs. If you stayed to eat while you freaked, you simply paid for what you ate or drank when you were ready to leave.

Respect someone else's crying space. If you couldn't avoid going into their aisle for something, just politely pretend they don't exist.

If you really needed a cry, Adachi's office is free for someone having a particular trying time.

And last but not least, Adachi's was a judgement free zone.

It was like having a bartender for teenagers. Except in this instance, the only services the bartender offered were snack food, cheap wagashi and a select variety of beverages.

"First, I promise people don't go there to cry as often it I made it sound. Second, I know it sounds weird but it actually was kinda cool," you chuckle as the cursed user shakes his head the longer you go on. "Exam week? We're all basically in there studying and freaking out while eating a bunch of snacks." It really built up a surprising amount of comradery among your classmates you make sure to tack on before taking a break to finish the rest of your tea. "Before you ask, if I'm gonna have a mental breakdown, I prefer having it in the privacy of my own room," or in front of a beluga whale, but that explanation will take forever and a half. "And that... is the story behind Adachi 7-11," you conclude dramatically.

Suguru shakes his head but his expression is playful, "I give you points for the improv, but I'm taking away points for how long your story was."

You click your tongue in mock annoyance, "everybody's a critic. I just wanted to cover all the bases in case you felt so intrigued you wanted to know more about your mysterious classmate."

"You don't have a mysterious bone in your body," Shoko chirps and when you lightly kick her ankle under the table, she kicks back. "Utahime-senpai just feels betrayed that [First] is getting along better with Gojou." At the reminder, Utahime squints in your direction again. 'And after all I've done for you. I should have gone to Kyoto Tech', Utahime sighs into her warm cup. "The We Hate Gojou Alliance is turning into the I Alone Hate Gojou Alliance."

This is when Gojou finally saunters over, drink in hand, "that's because I'm cool and charming."

"You know, if you have to say it, you're probably not as charming as you think you are," Suguru advises with a grin. Gojou promptly ignores it as if he never said anything at all.

"Sucks to be you, Utahime," Gojou sticks out his tongue at the songstress. "[First] and I are practically best friends. Right, [First]?"

The more you deny it, the less convincing you know you sound so you stop with a heavy breath. "Anyway," you pivot the conversation to something other than your food-based truce. "Does anyone know if there are going to be any new 1st years? Or is it gonna be a while before we start seeing some new faces?"

Suguru nods, "I heard from Fujioka-sensei that there are two first years coming enrolling," you perk up at this information. It's a small jujutsu world, so small you didn't even know if you'd be getting any underclassmen. Two 1st years coming in still just seem so small though. From what you've learned though, 2-3 students per grade is average and the school lucked out with your 1st year class having four kids. Suguru points a finger back and forth between you, "she didn't tell me much about them but they're recruits from non-sorcerer families, like us."

Sometimes, life decides to grant you little miracles. "Finally, we're growing in our ranks," you cheer, bumping your cup against Suguru's. "That's less clan politics to hear about!"

The closest you've ever gotten to clan politics in Japan were from anime and dramas and the occasional snippets you learned about the imperial family on the news. That changed when you became a sorcerer. It's a small jujutsu world, you learn things here and there whether you want to or not. Interesting as the stories can be, however, you're glad your family is normal. Everyone at your school from a sorcerer family makes clan politics sound annoying at best and harrowing at worst and that's just from the things you learned from Utahime, Shoko and Mei Mei.

Your other peers aren't so keen on sharing what goes on in their families.

Yamada isn't the friendliest of your upperclassmen.

As for Gojou ー the only one of your classmates from a family apparently worth mentioning ー he doesn't care about clan politics in the slightest and opts to ignore it.

Thus, the Big Three Families still are a mystery to you even with Gojou's close proximity to your person. Nor are there any students at your school that came from either the Zenin or Kamo Clans. There are a couple enrolled at the jujutsu school in Kyoto apparently but you haven't had a chance to meet them. You only had three summaries to go off of when it came to the big name families in jujutsu, all courtesy of Gojou back in May of last year since you couldn't participate in the Sister School Exchange Event in Kyoto.

(Apparently having two special-grade sorcerers for students gave Tokyo Tech the biggest advantage so only Gojou and Suguru got to go. Jerks. Utahime threw a big fit over it too, but at the very least Tokyo won last year.)

"Do you like having rights as a woman?"

"Um, yes?"

"Then you won't like the Zenin Clan.  You know Carnage from the Venom comics in the States?"

"Yeah, my mom reads those."

"That's the Kamo Clan."

"Okay, well what about your family? What's their deal?"

"They have me."

Vague, but clear enough descriptions to paint the necessary pictures ー the Amazing Sexists, the Bloods and the Jujutsu Jesus Havers Club.

Considering that this year the Sister School Exchange event will be taking place in Tokyo, you wonder if this will give you a chance to meet these fancy jujutsu folk. You tell your group as much, sighing in wonder. "It's a good thing you and Gojou won the exchange event, I wanna meet the kids from the other school." That was what you'd been most excited about before Fujioka-sensei dashed all your hopes and dreams. You wanted to see the differences in the campuses and what sort of crazy the teachers had going on. C'est la vie. "What were they like when you went there? Were the big clan kids more refined than Gojou over here?"

You barely dodge the definitely cold hand that was about to touch back of your neck in retaliation while Suguru chuckles out an explanation, "They have a couple folk from the Kamo Clan. They were... nice."

"You hesitated before you said nice," Shoko deadpans.

"They were polite," Suguru pivots his next selection of words in his attempt to remain neutral.

Gojou sticks out his tongue, unimpressed by his best friend's attempts to be cordial, "they were whatever. We didn't really talk to them."

"Boo, you're boring," you shake your head in heavy but mocking disappointment. "Should have just asked Utahime, she's seen them more." Your gazes turn to the oldest person at the table.

Utahime shoulders square off in satisfaction at being deferred to. "There are a couple of Kamo Clan kids at Kyoto Tech, one of them won't be coming because he'll be a fourth year student like me," her spirit drops for a moment and you offer a small smile of reassurance. Fourth year students don't get to participate in Sister School Exchange Event. Hence why she'd been so upset that she'd been unable to participate in it. There's not much you can do to comfort your friend, nor is there anything either of you can do about the past. At the very least, Utahime is nothing if not an optimist. She'll just kick ass in a different category. "As for the younger Kamo, Ririka, she's actually pretty nice when you talk to her but she can be a bit intimidating at times. She'll be a third-year student once school starts."

You make a noise of pleasant surprise, "Kamo Ririka, I'll keep an eye out for her." There's nothing better than a nice but intimidating woman, in your opinion.

"As for everyone else, they're all definitely a lot more tolerable than Gojou, it's not even a competition," Utahime glared at the sunglasses-wearing boy pointedly. He shrugged back without a care in the world, unperturbed as ever. "But while I was visiting home, my mother told me that Zenin Naoya is enrolling in Kyoto Tech so we'll be seeing him in a few months as a first year."

Whoever Zenin Naoya is, just mentioning him immediately makes Gojou groan in annoyance. "I was hoping that brat was gonna get homeschooled," he chews on his straw. You aren't sure how irritated he actually is but you do note how white brows curl in displeasure.

Gojou makes a face, "Zenin Naoya. I can't stand that guy."

You nudge him, lips curling into a light smirk, "I'm sure your fancy rich kid beef isn't that serious."

"No, Gojou actually isn't being hyperbolic this time," you glance over at Shoko. She and Utahime are sporting matching grimaces, brown eyes glancing at one another in understanding. "Zenins are bad but Zenin Naoya is the worst."

Well god damn. You share a look with Suguru who shrugs back, just as lost. That's the problem with not being born into the world of jujutsu, you're behind on all the history and beef going on behind the scenes. You have to learn little by little whether that be through being told or stumbling your way into procuring the knowledge on your own.

Zenin Naoya ー a member of the Amazing Sexists. You glance back at Gojou who has gone back to drinking away at his cup of tea. His partially obscured face doesn't make it any easier to read how he may be feeling underneath the surface.

Either way, you'll form your own opinion on this Naoya person when the sister schools converge in Tokyo.

Second year is definitely going to be something.

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Extra:

Fun fact for my fellow Americans and anyone else whose school holidays work differently, while here in the states, the end of summer vacation is when we go up a grade, students go up a grade at the end of spring break in Japan.

Summer vacation in Japan is about 30-40 days long depending on the prefecture from the end of July to the end of August. In Tokyo, I think it's from about July 21st to to August 24th. You come back and you're still in the same class. Winter break is from about December 26 to January 7th. And Spring break is about March 26th to April 5th. Like I said it can change prefecture to prefecture, but the mentioned dates are the standard for Tokyo give or take a few days or two depending on the ward.

Just wanted that knowledge to be shared, if you were curious as to why the reader is going up a grade after spring break. In Japan, the school year starts in April.

I really wanted to work on Reader's initial dynamic with her peers and her personal philosophies in these first few chapters before kicking off into the heavier stuff that comes in 2nd year. Considering how in canon, shit pretty much was smooth sailing for Gojou and co. during their 1st year until the 'Toji really beat the breaks out of 2 teenagers' mission, I wanted to reflect that in these initial chapters. Hopefully you guys have been enjoying it as much as I have. The Sister School Exchange Event is around the corner and those folks are coming to Tokyo, I wonder how that's gonna go >:3c (not that you can participate but there's plot, I assure you).

[rxmqnova]

The other universe

Y/N: 25 years old Wanda: 29 years old Story: Wanda kidnapped her girlfriend from a different universe… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV "Please Y/N/N, I really need you to wake up" I hear someone's voice in my head. Everything's dark around me. Why's everything dark? "Y/N/N, I need you" The woman's voice whispers. Finally I manage to open my eyes, the light making me blink a few times to adjust. I find myself in a hospital room… again?!

"Y/N/N" An angelic voice says, my eyes widen when I see the love of my life next to my bed. Wanda's smiling at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Wha… What happened?" I ask confused. I just got back to the compound from the hospital after the battle with Thanos, so what am I doing here? Wanda, my sisters Natasha and Yelena, just none of the Avengers had no idea who I am just like Thanos promised after I managed to destroy the reality stone. I did it for nothing though, he used the time stone Strange gave him and got the stone back, ruining my life. But I'm so confused right now… Does Wanda remember me now? Was that just a dream? Or is someone really messing up with me?

"You were badly hurt, my love. But it's okay now. I'm here and I'm never leaving you" Wanda smiles, pressing another kiss to my forehead, then holding my hand and rubbing my knuckles with her thumb. Tears immediately get into my eyes, it was all just a bad dream. "No, no. Don't cry, baby. You need to rest and this is hurting you" She says, wiping my tears out with her thumbs.

"I had the worst dream ever" I sigh, taking Wanda's hands in mine. "Nobody remembered me. You didn't remember me, Nat and Yelena didn't remember me. It was terrible" I say weakly, new tears forming in my eyes.

"Baby, it's all okay now. It was just a bad dream, you have nothing to worry about. I'm here with you" Wanda smiles, kissing my forehead again. I missed her so much.

"Please don't leave me" I whisper, holding her hands tightly on which Wanda gives me a warm smile.

"I will never leave you, darling" She leans in, pecking my lips with a sweet kiss which brings a weak smile onto my face.

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The next few days Wanda hasn't left my side. My sisters haven't showed up which worries me a little bit, but Wanda said they're on a mission.

They're letting me out of the hospital today which is great, cause I really was starting to get bored in here.

Wanda pulls over, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion… This is not the Avengers compound.

"Wands? Why are we in the middle of nowhere? I thought we're going home" I ask her on which Wanda smiles, taking my hand in hers.

"You need to rest, honey. We'll go back to the compound when you're completely okay" She explains, pressing a kiss to my hand she's holding. She walks over to the passenger seat, opening the door for me. "My lady" She waits for me to take a hold of her hand which makes me chuckle.

"Such a gentlewoman" I smile, trying not to laugh. Wanda chuckles, pressing a kiss to my cheek and interlocking our fingers as we walk inside the little house.

"Okay, my love. Take a seat and I'll make us something to eat" Wanda smiles, leading me to the kitchen. I smile back, pecking Wanda's lips before sitting on a chair.

Wanda gets into cooking straight away. I missed the sight of her in the kitchen. She's the best cook ever and the way she's moving around the kitchen… I could watch her all day.

As I said, Wanda is the best cook ever. The lunch she prepared tastes amazing. I've told her like 10 times already. I like the way she blushes every time I say it.

"Wands, let me help you" I whine, trying to get my girlfriend into agreeing that I help cleaning up. She cooked, so it's only fair if I help her to wash the dishes.

"Y/N/N, I said no. You need to rest and I don't mind doing that. Wait on the couch and choose something to watch. I'll join you in a minute" Wanda smiles as I only pout. She kisses the pout away, sending me on the couch.

I choose The Dick Van Dyke Show as it's mine's and Wanda's favorite. We're both huge sitcom lovers. Wanda joins me in a minute, wrapping her arms around me as my head rests on her shoulder.

"What are we watching?" Wanda kisses my forehead, only causing me to snuggle up to her more. I missed these moments so much.

"Our favorite… The Dick Van Dyke Show" I smile, seeing her smile back. "I missed you so much" I sigh out.

"I missed you too, you have no idea how much" She says, playing with my hair and kissing the top of my head. "I love you, Y/N/N"

"I love you too, Wands" I look at her, moving closer to connect our lips into passionate kiss. Wanda showing she's the dominant one takes control of the kiss immediately.

We pull away and Wanda gives me the cutest smile ever. God, I love my girlfriend so much. I smile back, cuddling up to her and resting my head back on her shoulder.

"How long will we stay here?" I ask, now playing with Wanda's rings.

"Until you're completely okay" Wanda answers. "I can't risk anything happening to you again. I can't lose you, Y/N" She says, her lips pressing a kiss to my head.

"You won't. We're inseparable" I smile, giving her hand a kiss and interlocking our fingers.

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A week has passed since we came here. Wanda and I are currently on the garden, just walking around while holding hands, enjoying the nice weather. I'm feeling way better now. I think we might go home to the compound soon.

"Wanda, let the girl go" Someone says behind us. Wanda and I stop walking, turning around and seeing Stephen Strange standing behind us.

"Baby, can you go inside? I'll be right there" Wanda smiles at me, squeezing my hand.

"No. Don't listen to her, Y/N. You don't belong here" He says quickly, making me furrow my brows. What does that mean?

"Honey, don't listen to him. Please go inside" Wanda says, giving me her stern look, so I better turn around and start walking inside.

"You're not from this universe, Y/N" Strange says, making me turn around and look at him confused.

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

"Y/N/N, please don't listen to him" Wanda sighs, taking my hand in hers.

"Wanda used dark magic to get you here. You don't belong here. This is not your universe" As much as I don't like this guy for giving Thanos the time stone… he sounds like he's telling the truth. Wanda would never do anything to hurt me though. Wanda's jaw clenches as she turns around, looking really angry.

"You can't take her away from me, Stephen!" Wanda raises her voice.

"Wanda, you kidnapped an innocent girl. Your Y/N is dead. You can't just steal another version of her" Strange says. I'm dead? Another version of me? What in the world?!

"I-I'm dead? What? I. No. I-I'm here" I say confused, tears forming in my eyes as I'm waiting for an explination from my girlfriend.

"See what you're doing?! You're gonna ruin everything! I can't lose her again. I won't lose her again!" Wanda yells at him before turning at me, cupping my cheeks with her hands and wiping out my tears. "Y/N, I promise you're okay. We're okay. You believe me right?" Wanda smiles softly.

"I-I. Yeah. But… the… the weird dream I had that I told you about… was that really a dream?" I ask. It felt way too real to be a dream. I'm just so confused right now.

"It wasn't. It was reality" Strange speaks up before Wanda could say anything. "And we have to get you back"

"No!" Wanda turns around, ready to attack him. I have to do something!

"Hey, Hey. Stop" I quickly stand in between them. "I want to know the whole truth… please" I look at Wanda, pleading her with my eyes. She stares at me for a few seconds before letting out a quiet 'okay'.

"Let's go inside. You still need to rest. I'll tell you everything, I promise" She says, holding my hand.

We head back inside, Strange following us. I immediately sit on the couch, Wanda next to me, still holding my hand tightly while Strange stands in front of us.

"So?" I encourage, giving Wanda's hand a comforting squeeze.

"I… I brought you here from a different universe. The… dream you had wasn't a dream, it really happened. In your universe everyone forgot who you are and in mine… the battle with Thanos was completely different than what you experienced" She stops for a second, tears quietly running down her face. I rub her knuckles with my thumb for a support. "Thanos got all of the Infinity stones and… half population of the world disappeared, including me… my Y/N/N, she… she sacrificed herself to get everyone back" She sobs which breaks my heart. I hate seeing Wanda crying, whether she's my Wanda or this Wanda. "I lost my parents, my brother… then the love of my life. I just couldn't live without you anymore. I needed you, so I thought that you and I could be happy together. I'm sorry" She breaks into tears completely, bringing tears into my eyes.

"Wands" I whisper, wrapping my arms around her. "You didn't mean it in a bad way, it's okay. I'm not mad at you" I wipe her tears out, giving her a smile while tears quietly run down my cheeks.

"Now you know. We have to get you back" Strange speaks… Do I even wanna go back? Nobody remembers me and here I have what I've always wanted. Sure, this is not my Wanda Wanda, but she's still my Wanda and she clearly loves me and I don't think it's possible to get everyone remember me in my universe. Plus… I think I deserve to be a little selfish after everything I've been through in the Red Room.

"Hold up. I think it's my decision if I want to go back in the first place" I tell him seriously. Wanda looks up at me, her red puffy eyes watching me confused.

"Y/N, you are dead in this universe. You have to go back" He tells me seriously.

"What if I don't want to?… Look… Nobody remembers me in my universe, my Wanda, my sisters, nobody. The Infinity stones are destroyed in my universe, so I can't use the reality stone to rewrite reality again and get everyone to remember me. My Wanda plans kids with Vision and I'm nobody to her, but here… here Wanda and I could be happy together. I could have my sisters, my family. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be and this Wanda and this me were meant for each other" I tell him.

"These are not the rules, you can't just-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Rules" I scoff. "So you can break the rules and give Thanos the time stone, but Wanda and I can't break the rules?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "I want to stay here with Wanda and you won't make me to go back" I decide, Strange looking at me angrily.

"Really?" Wanda's breaking voice asks. I give her an honest smile, nodding my head.

"Yeah… If you want me to stay" I squeeze her hand that I'm still holding.

"I.. of course I do" She smiles, few more tears escaping her eyes. "Perfect. Then I think… Wait, I have an important question… Do you like Taylor Swift?… Do you guys have Taylor Swift here, right?" I ask which makes Wanda chuckle.

"We do and I love every one of her songs" Wanda answers.

"Perfect. Then I think this will work" I smile.

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Hopefully this makes sense...

Wanda Maximoff masterlist

Masterlist

[userparamore]

I get that you don’t like Taylor but can you not see paramores growth as band because of the eras tour they seem so happy to be on that stage every night be grateful for that

first of all i don't really understand why you're coming for me over post that isn't even mine. second of all i'm allowed to be a fan of a band and be critical of them at the same time, and i've expressed my disappointment over this since the tour was announced. i'm not gonna beat a dead horse and bring up why i'm critical of this tour again in this answer, but the act of them being on this tour really says a lot about them for me in a negative way, and i think it's hypocritical of them after preaching about sustainability and equal rights for all.

paramore is also not some small indie band no one has heard of. they've been doing this for 20 years, they've sold out big venues, played madison square garden multiple times, they played their biggest show ever on the this is why aus&nz tour with 26,283 tickets sold in sydney. multiple of their biggest songs on spotify is close to a billion streams and they have 21 million monthly listeners. all this growth they've done, they've done on their own- sure it's nice that more people discover them, but they didn't need this tour to be successful. they already were.

also for me personally, this tour leaves a bad taste in my mouth. i come from a country where if i'm lucky they tour once every album cycle. i've been lucky to see them 2 times and the last time was in 2017. they played a festival so i didn't get to see a full set. they've been to my country four times total and 1 concert wasn't a festival. the eras tour didn't have a show in my country, and i wasn't about to fight swifties for tickets that are extremely expensive. in the end my friend ended up having a spare ticket to one of the vienna shows bc the person they were originally gonna go with ended up not being able to go, and i was asked if i wanted to go. me and this friend first became friends bc we both liked paramore, and they've never been able to see them live. travelling to vienna to have that experience together, i would sit through 3h of taylor swift for. i spent close to 2000 dollars on the whole trip including the ticket, for it to end up being cancelled. very happy we didn't die, but it still sucked to have spent all that money and the not be able to go. especially since this would've been my friend's first paramore live experience.

i'm happy they're having fun playing their greatest hits for 3 months. i'm happy for my mutuals who's been able to go and have had a good time. the money they earn will probably go to their new label, and hopefully we won't have to wait 5 years for new music. but don't tell me to be grateful.

i try my best to make this community a welcoming space. i try my best to contribute with gifs and edits, and post news when there are news. i've hosted countdown events, i've hosted/made zines, i've hosted gif challenges. i want to do all these things bc it's fun to be part of this community and i love the friends i've made here. but i can still do all those things, and not have to kiss paramore's ass. i can still express myself and speak on the things i don't agree with bc it's my blog. we've had "debates" in my inbox before, people have expressed their opinions on paramore before, and it's always respectful which i appreciate. we as a community can disagree on things and still be a community.

[stars-and-inkpots]

My Love Mine All Mine | Astarion x Reader

You changed him for the better, but Astarion can’t help but feel it was for the worse all the same. He’s grateful. He’s so grateful for the time that you did have together. But no one can ever be like you were. No one can ever hope to come half as close to how you made him feel. It feels wrong to even hope that someone could.

Pairing: Astarion/reader

Tags: Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Songfic, Song Lyrics

Notes: Lyrics are from My love Mine All Mine by Mitski! Was listening to this song and thinking about the line "Moon, tell me if I could send my heart to you? So when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you?" and Tav talking about when they die and knowing they're gonna leave Astarion behind and how much it would devastate him,, it just,, so many thoughts.

Ao3 Link: My Love Mine All Mine

Word Count: 567

Some days are worse than others, and the bad days turn to particularly brutal nights.

Moon, tell me if I could  Send my heart to you?  So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 

You taught Astarion so many things over the years. You taught him that he’s deserving of kindness, love, tenderness. Something he had come to accept as impossible for someone like him. He had spent two centuries doing such horrible things. He felt like his body wasn’t his- and for the longest time it wasn’t. 

But then you found him. You treated him so gently from the start. You saw something in him that he never thought possible. You didn’t force him to change. He did that himself. You just gave him a reason to want to. You taught him that he was capable of change, that he was capable of being better despite the hand fate had dealt him. 

Even when the world seemed so uncertain, you were always there. You were always there. 

‘Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me  But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

You’re still here. In the sunsets when the sky is painted in gentle gradients of orange and pink. In the light that streaks through the grey sky after it rains, the smell that you always said was your favourite. The robin who’s come back year after year- and it’s hatchlings that return and nest in the same spot once it’s gone too. Sometimes someone will laugh in the streets, and it sounds a little too much like yours. You’re still here. In the moon and the stars: constellations that he’s memorised by now. 

My baby here on earth  Showed me what my heart was worth  So, when it comes to be my turn  Could you shine it down here for her? 

Astarion stares out at the night sky. The view from your bedroom balcony hasn’t changed. The wine in his glass tastes bitter-sweet. It was your favourite kind. 

He knows that you would want the best for him. That's why he’s still here. 

‘Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

You changed him for the better, but Astarion can’t help but feel it was for the worse all the same. He’s grateful. He’s so grateful for the time that you did have together. But no one can ever be like you were. No one can ever hope to come half as close to how you made him feel. It feels wrong to even hope that someone could. 

He feels bad for struggling. You wouldn’t want him to linger on you like this, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to let you go just yet. He can’t. No one will ever love him like you did. 

Astarion lets himself sob into his arm while he leans against the railing. 

He lets himself believe for a moment that you’re still here, inside waiting for him. Just for a moment. He lets himself believe, just for a moment, that the gentle breeze that moves through his hair is your fingers brushing through the curls like they did so many years ago. 

Just for a moment.

You’re still here. 

[da-mous]

How did you get the motivation to make games? Or the discipline and determination to actually go all the way thru?

I am just a bad developer, but i have some nice ideas and i actually write them down so I don't forget, like a mix of tunic and minecraft, but with a actual conlang for you to learn and not a english cypher

following through is actually something I really really struggled with for years, but I'm much more productive than I used to be, and I have a few strats that help

1: Structure!! The structure that works for me is working on weekdays (even if it takes time to get going!) and strictly taking weekends off, even if it means not working when I really want to. I don't have strict hours during weekdays, but I try to start early enough in the day so that I can work for 6-8 hours before I get sleepy. I always end up filling the time I give myself! Time tends to fly after the first hour or so

My weekends off are super important, too. I think periodically forcing myself *not* to work on my projects makes me enjoy working on them that much more. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I really feel that in how much I tend to spend my Saturdays, surprisingly, wishing I could be working!! It also helps prevent burnout and offers guilt-free time to play other games, do other hobbies, take care of household chores, etc

2: Thinking time!! It's important to give your mind time to wander, undistracted. That's when inspiration will strike and you'll do your best thinking and planning. I think that's why "shower thoughts" are a thing. Showers are good for this, but they're short! I take daily walks that are between 40 and 120 minutes during which I only listen to music with no words in it--especially music that fits the vibe of my current project! I don't actively try to force my thought process to go anywhere in particular, but it often wanders excitedly to my projects anyway (By the way, I also listen to the same music while I'm working! It's the perfect way to get in, and stay in, the right mindset)

3: Deadlines!! Even soft ones! My roguelike is coming out in 2026. The more I work by then (without overworking myself!), the better the final product will be! The desire to make something really good really drives me

4: Making something you want to play!! Playing my own game is one of the most important parts of my process. The first thing I do every day when I sit down to work is play the game. This naturally drives me toward finding areas I can improve and polish, coming up with features I want, and being motivated to implement those things. The ideal is to feel like a fan of my own work, eagerly awaiting every little update. The more I play, the more I'll tailor the game to my own tastes. This leads to me enjoying it more, so I'll be even more motivated to improve and add to it!

My current project is actually perfect for this, because it's a roguelike (highly replayable, a genre I know I can enjoy for a long time. Binding of Isaac is one of my most played games ever) platformer (one of my favorite genres in general. immediately kinetically satisfying) with a high level of randomization and variety, meaning even I can be surprised by my own game!

The strategies that work for you will likely differ from mine (especially if you have a day job or something!) but hopefully that helps :)

[rpmemes-galore]

taylor swift : reputation album ... sentence starters

"Are you ready for it?"

"No one has to know."

"Call it what you want to."

"I wanna be your end game."

"Is it cool that I said all that?"

"I don't like your little games."

"I'm just gonna call you mine."

"Now all he thinks about is me."

"For you, I would cross the line."

"I let them think they saved me."

"My castle crumbled overnight."

"I'm doing better than I ever was."

"Look what you just made me do."

"But, darling, it's going to be okay."

"Gold cage, hostage to my feelings."

"All my flowers grew back as thorns."

"You should take it as a compliment."

"Touch me and you'll never be alone."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"Reputation precedes me, in rumors."

"But what can I say? You're gorgeous."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love."

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."

"Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share."

"Oh, damn, never seen that color blue."

"They say, 'She's gone too far this time!'"

"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose."

"You've ruined my life by not being mine."

"They fade to nothing when I look at him."

"Say my name and everything just stops."

"Just think of the fun things we could do."

"I never trust a playboy, but they love me."

"Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours."

"So why'd you have to rain on my parade?"

"The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

"I'm one call away whenever you need me."

"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing."

"Do the girls back home touch you like I do?"

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me."

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom."

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes."

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him."

"This is why we can't have nice things, darling."

"I once was poison ivy, but now, I'm your daisy."

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

"I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted."

"The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me."

"And there are no rules when you show up here."

"I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone."

"If life gets too good now, darling, it scares you."

"Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."

"I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming."

"Every love I've known in comparison is a failure."

"'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three."

"I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way."

"Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time."

"Younger than my exes, but he acts like such a man."

"He really knows me. Which is more than they can say."

"They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one."

"And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you."

"You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you."

"Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted."

"Some boys are trying too hard, he don't try at all, though."

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep."

"They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?"

"I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie."

"Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate."

"Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?"

"My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me."

"They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons."

"This is how the world works: you gotta leave before you get left."

"I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny."

"You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out, and threw a feast."

"You promise people the world, because that's what they want from you."

"We can't make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink."

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby."

"Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere."

"And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go… King of my heart, body and soul."

"I'm sorry, the old (name) can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!"

"I'll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe. Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home."

"There I was, giving you a second chance. But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand."

"I've been breaking hearts a long time and toying with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use."

"And I know I make the same mistakes every time. Bridges burn, I never learn... at least I did one thing right."

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie and Leo are on the beach set again, with some drinks, and snacks. They're dressed in their color coded board shorts, Hawaiian Shirts, and crocs.

Donnie wielding a purple folding fan dramatically greetsthw audience, "Greetings Our Lovely Balemates! Today, even if we may not seem qualified to do so, we will be looking over pictures from various events and judge the fashion choices of the people."

"I'm mainly here to judge if they actually pulled it off. Because according to my twin here, I have the fashion taste of a '80's fashion disaster'. Which is understandable my one good fashion choice was this:" Leo presses a button, and his outfit switches to his bomber jacket outfit from the clothes don't make the turtle. "Though I did get some insight from Dee, so I'm just here to see the pretty people in possibly stupid fashion choices." He changes back to his previous outfit.

"Okay, the first set of photos are from some beauty pageants. These were set to the theme of 'Historic Beauty', so outfits fashioned around classic fashion, or older vintages." Donnie says as he repositioned them on the screen, and brought up the screen where the audience will see the photos, and the twins scores for them.

"Alright let's get started." Leo says then pauses at the first picture, "Is that lady wearing a vetro Jupiter Jim themed poodle skirt, with a Lou Jitsu themed Shirt! That doesn't work what so ever!! And at a major event!!"

Donnie nodded, "Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. And I agree, she did not do a good job with her choice." They both gave the picture a bad score. "Now let's continue to the next picture before we nit pic the hell out this girls poor decision."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So this was Mr. New York huh, didn't know there were Male Beauty Pageants." Leo says while looking at the picture, "Do you think we could win one of these Dee?"

"Oh, I'm sure we could, but it would probably be unfair to the other contestants. Now for his outfit. Any thoughts Blue?" Donnie asks.

"I want to know how he was made Mr. New York, sure he looks nice, but his idea of fitting the theme, they told him the theme right?" Leo asked, "You said these were 'Iconic to the State', then why does he look like he was styled for Mr. Texas? And wow I just noticed how terrible he actually tooks."

"You're guess is as good as mine, dear Blue." Donnie answers, "So score. I give it a 3.5. Could be worse."

"Same."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You know when I was gathering these pictures, I never realized that so many runway and Met Gala styles were so... how to put this politely? Weird? Strange?" Donnie pauses while snapping his fingers, trying to think of the right words. They were looking at a group of photos that were apparently considered the worst outfits from a few events.

Donnie lets out a confused noise, "You've been staring at this picture in silence, and you only want his outfit?" Leo just nods his head. "Okay then, let's give our scores and move on. We have a good number of pictures left, and only so much time left for this."

"A waste of fabric? Like how did they expect to do anything but stand there in those clothes?" Leo says, pointing to an outfit that looked like a glorified mummy costume studded in gems with a long train of fabric spiraling around the person on the floor. "Didn't you look into tons of fashion events for your clothes plans?"

"Yes, though I can only guess that some of these were buried, or not as photographed as the others. Which is not fully surprising, they were probably overshadowed by the best of the best. Or somehow the fashion side of social media didn't pick these up, and question them." Donnie remarks while zooming in on the details of a few outfits. "I know these are supposed to be For the Art, but still."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leo's sitting wide eyed at the picture on the screen.

"Blue, I asked you if you had any opinions?" Donnie says while looking towards Leo.

"I want his outfit." Leo says simply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Both brothers have been staring at this picture of someone in an elaborate kimono style dress. Leo eventually broke the silence, "Are we both trying to figure out how that one piece is floating, or is it because this Guy is unfairly pretty?"

"Both, I've been studying the tricks Cosplayers have used for this kind of thing, and I can't tell how they did it. And yes they're very much to pretty." Donnie comments while moving the picture around or zooming in at parts.

"Wait, the model's profile says their a Guy! We're not try to mock them! It's not fair how fabulous he looks!" Leo shouts after some comments in chat popped up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie clicked to the last photo, and they both jolted because it was picture of Lou Jitsu in a thankfully very modest maid outfit.

"I didn't put that in there!! Truffle Mac and Cheese! At least it wasn't worse!" Donnie shouts while covering his face.

Leo turns to his twin, "Wait if you didn't choose the pictures where did you get them?" He askes.

Donnie peeks out, "I put out a request on the Softshell Discord Patreon Server, and the mods, after they checked the photos, sent me the file. I didn't want to be spoiled, okay!" They shout back, while they put in their scores, and Donnie quickly closed the flie.

"Well that wasn't too bad, even with the Maid Lou Jitsu jumpscare. What do you say Dee?" Leo says while taking a drink.

Donnie lets out a sigh, "Sigh, definitely could be worse. I'm almost afraid to see which pictures were vetoed from the file. Any let's finish this stream!"

They both try to say the outro at once, but were out of sync, "See you next time Balemates! Dee and Blue swimming off!"

The stream ended, but the clips for various reactions circulated around the fans, and started some more memes in the fandom.

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Masterpost

This was originally going to be about a specific event, but I figured it would be better for them to be looking over a set of randomly source photos that came with Notes from the Discord.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 45

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Pieces by zenstrike

Five times Keith found comfort with Lance, and one time he tried to return the favour.

look i know i talked about zenstrike last week and im here to do it again. i know what the secret relationship trope is, i know there are so many great fics but like. zenstrike reaches something in my chest and fucking twists it. i read something of theirs for the first time like two years ago and i remember being actually fucking struck dumb on my bed and clutching my phone because the way my stomach churned and my heart pounded and i well and truly FELT every fucking emotion!! when keith nervously pressed his palm to the junction of lance's neck and his breath sharpened mine did too!! when the swirling dread of fear and nerves turned in lances belly it turned in mine too!! idk what it is about zenstrike but they have touched me in a way no other author ever has in my whole life and i cant always read everything they write in one sitting, sometimes im consuming it all in a frenzy and sometimes one fic takes me days. anyway keith loving lance with every goddamn molecule but being physically unable to say it but determined to show it will always make me insane sorry for the goddamn essay

2. when you're here loving me by orphan_account [EXPLICIT]

“’Look at me, I’m Keith,” Lance muttered, “’I run directly at Galra sentries and don’t even think about the big, glowy thingies in their hands. What are those called again?’” He tightened the gauze, gently despite his trying to act angry, “’Right! Guns! Can’t possibly hurt me, right?’” Keith scowled, “I know what a gun is.” ✦ they come back from a mission, gross and in love.

this one is kinda porny lol but its pretty goddamn funny. of COURSE these two are the massive losers who play rock paper scissors after they bone 💀💀

3. The Samurai and the Sharp-Shooter by orphan_account

It's tough going on missions when you have to pretend you're dating your rival. Tougher still when you're actually not even rivals but lovers forced to hide that fact for the sake of the team's greater mission. Not canon, but still in space and everyone's there. Fluffy with zero angst.

this fic makes me CRY with laughter bc why are they fake dating to hide that they're real dating on a god damned assassination mission 😭😭 they're actually so goddamn stupid

4. Headshot by @angelwithaknife

“Guys,” Lance grunted, lying down behind a couples of rocks and aiming at some soldiers again, “I appreciate that you appreciate me but please stop waving at me after I save you, I’m sick of running around trying to find new spots, I specifically chose a long-range weapon so I could lie down all the time.”

this is so CUTE the team loves lance so bad. and as they should!! bc hes so smart and amazing and cool and wonderful and talented honestly i just love him so bad

5. What's Something You've Never Told Me? by @fondaboo

The lady drops a slice of lemon into it and slides it back towards him. “You’ve got pretty good taste kid,” she says. Her cordial smile turns wicked and teasing, as she jerks her chin to the dance floor. “And it's not just limited to drinks, I'd say.” Keith follows her dark gaze, before he can help himself, biting down on a groan when he sees where she’s looking. Lance. Jesus, he can’t even go to a bar without someone calling out his—blatant and painfully obvious—crush on Lance. “Friend of yours?” She croons. He drags a hand down his face, maybe he needs something stronger than whiskey. Ketamine maybe. “Best friend actually,” he squints through his fingers, glaring darkly, “not that it’s anyone’s business.” Or the author overuses em-dashes while trying to make Keith talk about his damn feelings! OR ace Lance has to deal with a smitten Keith and just wants to watch disney

ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love him. also fondaboo literally never misses

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 3

Prompts: Angst / Kai Recs! *aka the best combo ahahaaaa*

Angst Recs (get ready for a lot of Wu being sad):

The Tale of the Teacher: BASICALLY a look at Wu's very tragic life through the eyes of Wu himself, and my personal inspiration for all things, well, Wu and tragic (and you do need to be logged into an Ao3 account for this one). A must-read for all Wu fans, and especially for those who are not~

Photographs: Wu reminiscences on all he's lost in the midst of Season 11 through pictures of times gone by~

No Eye For These: Wu reflects on losing his brother, right after just banishing him ;w;

It Will Rain Again Someday: Not necessarily angst but fills me with enough emotional damage to feel like it is, Wu adores his older brother so so so so much, even when they butt heads, even when they have opposing but equal opinions, even when they're on opposite sides of the battle field...probably the most potent Spinjitzu Brothers thing I've ever read. Changed my brain chemistry, man.

for want (for nothing): the staff corrupted!kai story that speaks to me very specifically snksnksnk Reading the gradually (or not so gradually) descent into enveloping himself in all that power is maddening and awesome and so very painful

Cry Me a River: Kai Post-Seabound; short, bitter, visceral, and powerful in the deliverance of emotions~

Married to the Sea: In case anyone wanted to relieve the pain that is Seabound's ending again, but with a Jay-colored coat of paint <3

half hearted-boy, maybe we'll have more connection: GUT-WRENCHING thing on parallels b/w Lloyd and Harumi. I am not the same person i was before. Tragedy does not have an age limit.

Kai Recs:

All I've Ever Known: One of the best kind of fics- Kai having to cope with team bonding during the events of the pilots <3(I have very obvious tastes). But! Has a lot of introspective Kai moments and outrospective (?) moments with him and the future team he's one day never going to imagine a time without.

Spice, and Everything Nice: Kai, in both a show of brotherly love and brotherly pride, attempts to outdo his siblings in a test of all things spice and chocolate. It's just so cute aaaaaaa!!!!

Bonfire: Lloyd wants to make a fire, Zane tries to offer suggestions, and Kai makes it personal. Slice of Life fic that would have made for a nice little episode during Season 2, honestly! And a nice look at the characters outside of their normally hectic settings~

Flicker: A story about Kai and the warmth he brings to himself and others, doesn't seem like much at first but you will be gutpunched by love and softness by the end~

Bucket List: In the category of angst and Kai with probably a guilty pleasure fic of mine, Kai strikes a deal with Morro and a horrifying journey of self-discovery ensues. It get a little dark but it's funny, gripping, heart-wrenching, and will probably have you looking at Kai in a new light by the end of it.

N Stands for Neutral: Kai teaches Lloyd to drive, chaos ensues, nuff said

Why Birds Fly: Probably not for the squeamish around eggs, insects, or ear-related agony (it's not nearly as bad as I'm making it sound I promise just being cautious) BUT another non-life-threatening crisis story that has an amazing dynamic between Kai, Cole and Jay, and their tendency to be both the best brothers you could ask for and the absolute worst.

The Process of Making Amends: Kai and Garmadon butting head and it's goes about as well as you'd expect....but, there is one thing they can reach a consensus on.

Going, Going, Gone: Vintage Classic on kai's take on Skylor throughout Season 4. Definitely Kailor, but also not exactly "shippy". It really is more of a character examination in the form of lil snippets and it lives in my mind rent-free.

From What It Was: Kai reflects on all the changes in the team post-s7. It makes me misty-eyed every time ;w;

Kai and the Futile Fist Fight: Anyone wanna see Kai and Jay have a real fight during Crystalized, with 50% more awesome fight moves and 50% more raw emotion and 100% more Kai being distressed over his sister in his own way? Here ya go!

"Mr. Smith" At Your Service: Kai pretends to be Nya's father. Nya gets far too much of a kick out of it, and it goes about a well as you'd expect snksnksnk

broken pieces: More Pilots!ninja bonding, short and sweet and ofc with a special focus on Kai! Left a very big impression on me, haha

this isn't how it's supposed to be: MOAR PILOT BONDINGGGGGGG and UNGH it's so BEAUTIFUL, especially love the character dialogue in this one!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I live in a city with a lot of shawarma places, I eat a lot of shawarma, i have tried shawarma from other places and it's always terrible, even in a city that's bigger than mine like Toronto or Montreal. I am convinced that my own city is the only place in the entire Western world that has good shawarma.

I was curious to test this, so last year I had my friend who lives in London go up to Nish Kumar after a gig and ask what his favourite shawarma place is. I figure Nish Kumar would know what the best shawarma in London is (not because he's a brown guy - especially because shawarmas are not from India - but because Nish Kumar is the only British comedian whom I've ever heard mention the word "shawarma"), so I'll try that, and if it's bad then I can safely assume all British shawarma is bad.

Nish said Kebab Kid, which slightly concerned me because a kebab is not a shawarma, but I went there today. It was quite far out of my way but was a walk through a pretty neighbourhood.

The guy at Kebab Kid asked me if I wanted barbecue sauce or chili sauce on my shawarma, and I said no, because what the fuck? He said "so no sauce?", and realizing those were the only 2 sauces available, I said... okay, barbecue, I guess. He then asked me if I wanted fries with them (well, chips), which is definitely not how shawarmas are meant to be served. But I said yes because, I guess, when in Rome. When in England, eat chips.

I found a park bench to sit and eat. It was, to my surprise at this point, very good. Didn't taste anything like a shawarma, as those have garlic sauce and/or hummus and/or tahini sauce, and they definitely don't have barbecue sauce. The Kebab Kid shawarma also didn't have turnip or pickles, just salad, which is also different from any shawarma I've had before. But it was very good food, whatever it was.

A man sat next to me on the bench. He looked at my shawarma and said they make those in the country he comes from, which is Lebanon. He asked where I got it, and I said Kebab Kid up the road. The man scoffed and said that place is Turkish, they do shawarma differently. I said yes... I actually come from a city with a high Lebanese immigrant population, so we have a lot of shawarma places, and they're all run by Lebanese people. I haven't had a Turkish shawarma before, and maybe that's why this is different from what I'm used to? I asked him if shawarmas in England usually have garlic sauce, and he said of course, garlic sauce is crucial.

So maybe that explains it, I guess. Though I've not heard of barbecue sauce being a common part of Turkish cuisine. Don't know if what I had was different because it was a Turkish shawarma or an England shawarma. But it tasted good. As did the fries. Or chips. A pigeon tried to steal one.

When I said to the man on the bench "in the place where I come from..." (because I was about to say the shawarmas there are Lebanese), he said, "Ireland?" I asked why he thought that, and he said my accent. I assume it goes without saying that i was not intentionally doing an Irish accent. Apparently my accent can be read as Irish, at least by one guy on a bench.

So that's been my day so far. Crystal Palace, which was absolutely beautiful, to be honest, I can't imagine any of the tourist things I do in London will be more interesting to me than that. Then I had Nish Kumar’s favourite shawarma. This is why I had a hard time, back home, when people asked me what sights I'm planning to see in London. It takes too long to explain why I want to go to these places. And I wouldn't want to explain it even if I could. I'm intentionally not even explaining all of it here.

Pictured above: a tourist attraction

[teaforqne]

I'm just ranting into the void about Led Zep, post TSRTS clarity.

Feel free to read how I vomit my feelings, or not. TW: mentions of drugs, death, EDs.

I hate getting too into my interests because now I feel bad knowing so much about Led Zep's members as people, and not seeing them simply as personas on a stage – which is ironic because that's the whole point of getting to know more about my interests, but it just feels... Bad.

Maybe it's just me being a new fan and all these things that are now dawning on me are well-known in the fandom or amongst older fans lmao, but I need to let my feelings out somewhere! And I think here is a good place, since I've been blessed by nothing else than heartwarmingly nice mutuals.

For example, after reading about the personal relationships between members, mostly out of curiosity, it's said from the begining that Led Zeppelin didn't start as a band between friends; Jimmy needed a band to continue an already booked tour he had from before the Yardbirds broke up — he knew Jonesy and then found Robert and Bonham, therefore he created LZ from a professional need. Which is... You know, understandable.

The thing about me discovering this is that, I guess it made me realise that it wasn't the best time in the world for any of them, as one would suppose it was from an outer point of view. Robert himself talks about the "Led Zep times" as something that brings dark memories back, rightfully so; Bonzo lived with constant anxiety, addictions and homesickness, Jimmy had horrible addictions and problems with anorexia (if I'm not mistaken), and Jonesy didn't feel comfortable at all around the ambiance of hedonism, drugs and sex that was created around the band, he was an introvert whose personality collided with the rest of the group's.

I guess I thought of them as the idealised version that is their stage personas, where they all get along perfectly well and they're all friends jskwjwkw.

Just thinking about the deeper, more hidden part of them as people makes me appreciate them more, I suppose. It makes me appreciate Robert's solo career in which he could expand himself with the music he liked making, or Bonzo being a complete sweetheart to Robert when Karac passed away, amongst other things.

I don't think there's a clear conclusion about this little rant of mine, it's the first band ever in which I take my time to actually know each member closely, read about them and understand that bands are simply not perfect as so aren't people, no matter how good of an artist they are.

A while ago, early when I started liking LZ, I read about Jimmy and Robert because I was blown away by them, and I won't lie, I was destroyed by the revelation of Robert's infidelity and Jimmy's... Taste in girls. (Sorry! I'm not completely comfortable by saying it appropriately, as I'm a grooming victim myself, but you know what I meant.)

It felt really, really bad to have two people you looked up to as literal rock gods, taken down that altar by discovering that... Eh, they aren't exactly the best people. It kind of made me think about the whole thinking process of separating the art from the artist, the moral battle inside myself because I felt guilty for liking them, and then ending up accepting that some things are simply out of my hands and I can't really do anything about them other than be conscious about what I enjoy, and hold people accountable. The best thing I could do about absolutely loving Led Zeppelin was criticise it, and not look up at them as untouchable beings of perfection.

Ty for reading, if you did! <[:^)

[cerulean-chanterelle]

boygirl girlboy

in the back seat of an uber, there's a spark in those ocean eyes.

and i know you shouldn't hold what the inebriated say against them,

but you told me you liked me so, so much.

and i wanted to kiss you then and there.

you like the girls who look like boys and the boys that look like girls,

and i'm not made for anyone but myself,

yet there you are. adoring, happy.

so i think i like being made for you too.

being someone you want, someone you need.

someone you want to talk with, someone you want on your skin.

and when we're under covers, we both get our chance.

i want to drown in your lips and lose myself in you,

treat you the best i can and be your fucking bitch.

but we're already there, aren't we.

i don't want you to ever feel selfish for being the centre of attention,

'cause honey you don't know how good you sound, how sweet you taste.

i'll never get bored, but i'll tell you if i ever get tired.

then again, how could i when you make such noises? when you say such wonderful things?

so put your hand on my chest and tell me it's cute how fast my heart is beating,

and i'll put mine on yours and show you just how sensitive you can be.

so let me be the woman that i am, and focus on you for hours, doing everything you like just how you like it.

and i'll always smile when you direct my hand or tell me what you want, because you know your body best, im just here to help however i can,

tongue and fingers and teeth and strap.

you don't ever have to return the favour, though when you do you do it so fucking well.

because we both need each other so bad, we can't help but be the best we can in each others' arms.

it's so, so sweet.

we both have those we know deeper, and they're sitting next to us half the time,

but that doesn't mean we can't make something that shines.

and it doesn't have to be 'serious' for me to be serious about you.

i always hated the phrase 'more than friends', because is there really anything more?

why should feelings be labeled lesser if felt just as strongly?

so i'm not sure what to call us, but calling you honey feels warm to my heart,

so i think i'll stick with it.

and part of me wants to beg forgiveness, prostrate myself before you and wish, just wish that i was a romantic in the traditional sense.

to swear that my attraction is sexual, where it's never been before,

and hell, maybe it is, and im just running without a frame of reference,

but that doesn't convince me, and i think it takes away from the ways i feel.

because the truth is i can't be normal about a few people, but never in the way im abnormal about you.

you're rent free in my mind, tap dancing through my psyche,

filling my thoughts, sending shivers through my spine,

and i can't not hear your voice, cant not smell you in my hair, even if i wanted to.

i can barely describe what i am for you, so can we leave it at dyke and kiss again?

i like you so, so much.

your touch is heavenly, your presence angelic.

and i can't help but feel embarrassed at how much i miss you, how much i need you.

so let's both be a bit weird about it (like we aren't a lot already)-

i fucking love being your butch,

and i hope you love being my femme just the same.

xoxo

[cocobittiebites]

Headcanons about the Main Four + Y/N (afab)

I just wanted to preface that this is just my Headcanons and all of this is for fun! If the characters seem ooc mind your buisness and let me live my delulu life. j/

Also for after having a convo with a friend of mine Y/N is gonna be specified at the top of post if their female, male or gender neutral presenting! Also I know Y/N is suppose to be a self insert but I lover writing personalities so heres some head canons that I have for her!

Kurapika

Always somehow smells like rain water and eucalyptus

Though he's tried to preserve as much of the traditions and customs of the kurta clan, he's slowly losing it as he goes deeper and deeper his attempt to avenge them.

Keeps a diary but is never consistent with it (sounds like his friendships)

Has the biggest rbf ever and no one is brave enough to point it out.

Absolutely despised fast food, would only eat it if it was the only option for him.

Has never kissed anyone on the lips in his life and most likely will never (sorry guys)

Has the best skin out of the whole group, he doesn't even do much its literally water and face wash

According to him his phone doesn't work, so he doesn't have Spotify to stream new artist (pls call your friend back). I do believe that he would listen to jazz and folk music.

Says he's above petty shit talking but once you get him going, he doesn't stop.

Up until he started wearing suits for his body guard job he use to hand sew his clothes.

Constantly forgets to get hair cuts and gets annoyed when his hair covers his face.

Doesn't respond to texts or calls. In the groupchat he just reads the messages and its rare that he shows up to the group hangouts

Leorio

Has a consistent smell of old spice and axe body spray

Has a thing against germs so he always has hand sanitizer on hand for whenever and wherever

Needs to be able to read something to learn it, thats why learning nen was hard for him. (apparently writing down knowelege is sacrilege in the hxh universe but whatever)

Hates modern art with a passion, all he sees are splotches of paint on a canvas with an overpriced tag attached to it.

I hate to say is girls, but he was not a feminist until Y/N beat the shit out of him for saying some bs analogy about locks and keys (if yk im sorry that yk). Would have definitly listened to one of those alpha male podcast. Kurapika almost broke his arm trying to hold Y/N back.

Has kissed one girl in his life, but it was BAD like real bad. He kept doing the kissy face (yk what I'm talking about) and gave the poor thing the ick.

Owns a planner yet never uses it.

Music taste is that of a middle aged father: Eagles, Alice Cooper, Chicago, Radio Head

The best gift giver and honestly the most thoughtful when it comes to his friends.

He'll listen to everyones problems. Honestly such a dad.

Biggest gossip, cannot shut his mouth to save his life

Killua

Smells like iron and burnt sage (grandpa zeno looks like he would be into that hippie shit ngl)

Wants to learn how to surf so bad but doesn't have the time

Y/N gave him a fidget spinner as a joke for his birthday, but he ended up loving it.

Only texts in the groupchat via meme reactions. Responds for both Gon and him because they're always together. Either way Leorio is just happy that someone is responding.

Is so judgmental on what you wear.

Thinks he's cool and edgy for listening to green day and panic! at the disco but really its what every twelve year old boy does.

Met Y/N before the rest of the group so now she's #number1trustedadult. This has caused her a lot of problems with the Zoldyck family, especially with Illumi.

Tried flirting with a girl once but in twelve year old boy fashion he ended up accidentally insulting her. He hasn't attempted to talk to a girl ever since.

Has ice cold skin, like touching it is like touching a corpse thats been stuck in the freezer

Bought purple shampoo for his hair because he noticed that the hard water in most places was discoloring his white hair.

Illumi has been blocked on everything except email, so every once in awhile he'll get random emails from Illumi's spam account.

Gon

Our sweet boy probably smells like salt water and wet forest

Has a wildlife analogy or story for every occasion

Killua has been trying to get him to change outfits, but he absolutely refuses to go into a department store after Aunt Mito lost him in one when he was younger.

Will eat absolutely anything edible.

Has a collection of stuffed animals from everywhere he and Killua have been.

He use to feed all the cats on the island. It gotten so bad that all the rodents on the island are nearly extinct because he's been keeping hundreds of felines alive.

The best swimmer out of everyone.

Does not have a specific type of music he likes but Killua got him to listen to the Weekend and they've bonded over that.

When he was younger he really wanted younger siblings because there weren't many kids on the island.

Has accidentally gotten high trying to eat a wild psychoactive plant on accident

Forgets he has a phone most of the time and when he texts back its mostly in emoji

Y/N

She probably smells like lemons and ink (you'll learn eventually)

A GIRLS GIRL (author would write her with the other female characters, however I feel like Y/N would have beef with them due to moral reason)

Like probably has thrown hands with Illumi in multiple occasions for saying that she would make a great Zoldyck house wife.

Really good at puzzles and anagrams.

Horrendously bad at math. Give her a problem more advanced than arithmetic and she's done for.

Has Aunt Mito on speed dial.

During the hunters exam she was paired up with Hisoka during the tower phase and lets say the two have a very (one-sided on Y/N's part) beef.

She's a specialist

got the ick from Chrollo for saying she's not like other girls

listens to all the sad girl artist: laufey, phoebe bridgers, taylor swift, lana del rey, fleetwood mac, e.t.c

Was a camp counselor for a few summers and made friendship bracelets for the whole group.

The only one in the group who has been to therapy (as she should).

Texts frequently in the groupchat, but is very bad at calling back.

[obxismylife2]

Best friends don't do a shit (Rafe Cameron x reader)

Since my panic attack, everything has been fine, Rafe treats me very nicely, he makes me breakfast every morning, and when he's gone, he leaves an apology on the kitchen counter, saying where hi went, and a red rose next to it. I think he wants to get me that way and I have to say, it works quite well.

To set the scene, my best friend Rafe and I are living together in Charleston after my fight with my parents because they didn't want me to move out, so I did. And also Ward and Rose couldn't stand Rafe's behaviour about my situation, he wanted me to life with his family, but they were against it.

Yesterday we had a fight about him being out for too long without even bothering to contact me and tell me that he's okay. I was freaking out!

He was in a club with Topper and Kelce. When he came back he was drunk and high. I was yelling at him, I said if he ever do this again, I'll move out. I was yelling, I was crying, I was hitting his chest when he tried to comfort me, but failed. The tension in me and the fear of losing him caused me a panic attack.

Today, when I entered the kitchen I saw a master in action. Rafe was making waffles and was a little startled when he noticed me. "Do I look that bad?"

"Well kinda" he joked and I hit him playfully. "That hurt, you know I have feelings, right?" if you only knew I have feelings for you. He put the finished waffles on a plate. "You do?" he joked again and made me laugh.

"Here are your waffles, bon appétit" he winked at me leaving me all amazed by him. "Thanks" I kissed him on the cheek and froze at what I had done. I couldn't control myself or think at all because it's been a while since someone treats me like that and I just wanted to show how grateful I am. Jesus this is so embarrassing! And he doesn't know how I feel about him.

It all started when he saved me from being raped on some party. The guy locked us in a room and was trying to rip my clothes of me but my screaming was loud enough for Rafe to hear it from another room, where he was with some girl doing coke. He kicked in the door and grabbed the guy by his shirt.

"If you ever try to even look at her, I'll break your neck and make it all look like a suicide" Rafe said through his clenched teeth and his fist ended in the guy's face. For the rest of the party Rafe was guarding me from across the room and when I wnted to go home he gave me a ride.

"Jesus, I'm sorry I....I don't know wha-"

"No it's okay you don't have to apologize I'm not mad. If you want we can continue" he looked at me from top to bottom, then stepped closer to me and pressed his body against mine. His strong arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer as he began to lean towards me probably wanting to kiss me but he was interrupted by a doorbell.

He sighed a little disappointed and went to open the door. When he returned, there was Topper with him. If I'm being honest, I have never been a huge fan of Topper or Kelce. They're too much annoying for my taste.

"Y/N!" Topper yelled and opened his arms for me to hug him. Rafe knew that I hugged him just to not being rude. Rafe smirked at me as my head rested on Topper's shoulder and pulled Topper away from me.

"Nice to see you again, Topper" I gave him a kind smile, which he immediately returned. He glanced at me. "Topper please go to the living room, I'll be there in a second" Rafe said and gave him a look that is saying hurry up. Topper didn't hesitate and walked toward the door, but then turned right.

Rafe turned to me and smiled apologetically. "Do you have any idea how much I suffered right now?" I joked and we both laughed at my comment. "I can barely imagine that" he smirked at me before he went into the living room and join Topper on he couch. I, on the other hand, went upstairs into my room and continue writing some stories on wattpad.

After about twenty minutes I decided to change my clothes as I still had a T-shirt I slept in. I changed into some shorts and white crop top and brushed my hair, letting them fall down my back.

I made my way back downstairs for some water and accidently overheard Rafe's and Topper's conversation when I was about to go up the stairs.

"Are you two dating?" Topper asked Rafe as I heard the armchair in which he sat creaked. "No, unfortunately" I heard how Rafe sighed. Am I tripping or it sounded like he wished we were dating?

"Well, if you're not then maybe I will hit on her" Topper? Hell nah! "Don't you dare touch her, because if you did, I'd have to kill you, which I wouldn't want to do to my friend" I heard threats in his deep voice, making me step a step back.

"I promised her that nothing will happen to her after the fight with her parents. She needs some peace to be okay again so keep your dick in your pants" I heard in Rafe's voice that he meant it, but that makes me kinda worried a little. It's good to hear tha he wants to protect me no matter what, but I'm afradi I won't be able to go outside alone.

"You like her, don't you?" Topper asked, hesitation in his voice could be heard a mile away. "What? No, of course not. I mean she's my best frined we can't be more than that"

"Yes you do, your cheeks are red" Topper's excited voice filled the room, but I didn't think Rafe was as excited as Topper. "You know what? Suck me up, Topper" There was a thunderous silence in the room, which lasted another few seconds until Topper spoke again. "So when are you going to fuck her?"

"What?!" Rafe shouted.

"Okay sorry bro chill I was just asking" Rafe sighed loudly, and I heard him changing his position on the couch. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean we are best friends and I can't imagine us as a couple. I don't even know how she feels about me"

"So you do like her" there was a silence for a few seconds and I realized that I was holding a breath I didn't know about. Does he really like me? Or he just doesn't want Topper to hit on me so he said it to discourage him?

"I don't know, maybe. But I don't know if she feels the same so..."

"Bro hurry up or someone will steal her from you" I mean I wouldn't mind if he did that.

"It's only been a few days since she had a fight with her parents, and you're telling me to fuck her? Dude, there's something wrong with you"

"I'm not telling you to fuck her"

"You just did"

"Okay, maybe I dit but bro, honest answer. Do you like her?"

"Okay, fine, I kinda do like her"

"I knew it!"

"And do you feel like fucking her?" Topper asked and I leaned my back against the front door, where they couldn't see me and keep my mouth shut. Rafe? Rafe Cameron? And he likes me? Likes me back? What in the multiverse...

"You don't even know how much I have to control myself always when I see her. There's something about her that drives me crazy and....and I don't fucking know what to do with it" Rafe responded and I licked my lips and then drank my water.

I run upstairs, took a book from the shelf in my room with my reading glasses, which I always have in my purse, and brought it with me to the kitchen where I leaned my belly on the counter and start reading it. I had to think of something else.

After thirty minutes of reading, I got bored and wanted to go for a walk outside, but out of nowhere, I felt two large palms on my ass, stroking it gently. I thought it was Topper so I quickly turned around and was about to slap him, but my hand was caught in the air and my eyes widened when I saw Rafe.

"Rafe? What are you doing? Is Topper still here?" he shakes his head no and pressed himself closer to me, our chests were touching and I could feel his breath on my face.

"What's going on, Rafe? Why are you-" he cut me off by pressing his lips onto mine. Of course I was surprised at first, but then my hands found his hair and my mouth gave in. We moved our lips in sync and he brushed his tongue against my lower lip, trying to get into my mouth. When I finally realized what was happening it was too late and his hand slipped into my shorts, slowly rubbing my throbing clit.

I pulled away from his lips and gasped as his fingers were at the right place. "Rafe....we can't-"

"We can, trust me" our foreheads pressed together and our eyes closed, I felt the tension that was growing in his pants as he was holding me close to his body. His hand slipped out of my panties and I whined at the sudden loss of the contact with him and opened my eyes.

"Turn around" he ordered and I did as I was told and put my hands on the counter in front of me. "You're so fucking hot, I bet your pussy crave for my fingers" he whispered in my ear in a hoarse voice as he took my earlobe into his teeth, nibbling on it making me gasped and I ran my right hand through his hair. His right hand slid from my chest down onto my thigh and began to move slowly up to my crotch. His left hand slid down to my stomach and pulled me closer against his crotch, feeling his dick on my ass.

"Oh God, I think we shouldn't be doing-" I was interrupted when he firmly grabbed my pussy through my shorts, even through the layers of clothing it made me squeal.

He laughes mischeviously letting a few kisses on my neck and then marked it with a few love bites. "I'd advise you to not think about anything right now or anybody" his hand went higher to my neck, wrapping his fingers around my neck and squeezed it harshly.

"Or what?" I asked teasingly, he turned my head to finally face him and kissed me hungrily. We pulled apart and he bit my lower lip turning me on like hell. He let go of my lip and kissed me so passionately that I almost fainted with happiness.

"Or you won't be able to walk. Ever. Again" he whispered in my ear pulling away from me. He ran both hands on my hips and took off my panties and shorts with one pull-down. He spread my legs a little with his leg and began to irritate my clit in a circular motion. I sighed and wrapped my arm around his neck pulling him closer as he nuzzled my neck.

"Shall I continue?" he licked my jawline as his other hand grabbed one of my breast squeezing it harshly. "Answer me" his hand went up to my throat as I tugged on his hair.

"Yes, yes Rafe, please continue" I moaned eagerly as I couldn't wait to finally feel his fingers in me. He drove two fingers into me and started moving them in and out, my feet gave in to his touch and I almost fell to the ground, but thanks to his body behind me, that didn't happen. Every time he moved in, he touched my sensitive spot gently, and my lap went wild with pleasure.

"Oh shit Rafe, you're so good" I was drowning in a wave of pleasure and the incredible passion that he was causing me. I've never had this much satisfaction in my life. Every guy in my life was just normal sex or me sucking his dick.

Rafe was on a completely different level, a higher level, of course. He was creating a mark on my neck to show others that I wasn't free. At the same time, he continued to caress my most sensitive spot. I felt sweat bead on my forehead, and the sweet tension in my lap was almost unbearable.

"I'm going to cum" I could barely speak as I was close to my orgasm, he moved his other hand that was playing with my breasts lower to pull me close to him by my belly.

"Tell me when" he picked up the pace, even more, making me gasp. My grip on his neck was tightening and my moans were louder and louder with every thrust. "Shit, fuck" I cursed under my breath, sucking the air in my lungs and not letting it out until the exact moment.

"Rafe?" he knew what I wanted to say and pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me unsatisfied. I whined at that and turned around to find out, if this is some kind of a punishment or not. Rafe knelt down in front of me, catching my hips with his strong palms and running his tongue up my right inner thigh to my throbbing clit. I tilted my head back and arched my back as the pleasure was again on its way to me. He sucked on my clit, making me moan his name, and slipped his tongue into my pussy, pulling it in and out in a fast pace that drove me crazy.

"Oh, yes. Ohhhhh fuck" I run my hand through his hair and tugged on them a little as I was close to my climax. "Fuck, Rafe. Oh my god, oh-" a tsunami of pleasure nearly knocked me over, I screamed his name for the last time and cum into his mouth.

He swallowed every drop of my cum and continued to eating me out. "Rafe, please stop" I was out of breath and also scared he's going to bring me another orgasm, my legs wouldn't last. He ignored my begging even when I tried to pull away, his hands firmly brought me back to his tongue. "No, Rafe, please, I can't take it" I couldn't speak as the second wave of pleasure was behind the door.

"Oh no, Rafe I-" god, his tongue is an orgasm machine. He just made me cum twice in a few minutes. My moans were louder than before and my grip on his hair tightened.

It took me a while to recover from the most wonderful orgasms I've ever had. Even as my breathing returned to normal, the last vibrations of the second orgasm still sparkled in my body. He left a wet kiss on my lower belly and stood up, holding me so I don't fall. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me. "You alright?" I was still out of breath so when I looked up at him I just shook my head yes.

I took back my clothes on and looked into his eyes. The sparkles of happiness and satisfaction coouldn't be unseen as it was the only thing I saw in them.

"You taste better than I imagined" he leaned slightly toward me and kissed my cheek. "You know what? Next time, please warn me so I can bring my crutches here, and then will be able to leave" he laughed and grabbed me by my hips, pulling me closer to him. "If you couldn't handle this than next time will destroy you"

He smiled sweetly and offered me his hand to hold on when I could barely walk, my legs still trembling a little and weak so I took his hand and we went into the living room, where he put me on a sofa and brought me a glass of water. He sat down beside me, and in a moment I felt an arm around me pulling me closer. I lay on top of him, resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating, and sighed with exhaustion.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked as he turned on the TV. "You're the exhausted one here, so pick something and I'll play it for you," he added, kissing the top of my head, and I picked something and snuggled up into him.

Honestly, I'm glad that Topper visited Rafe. Now we can build our future relationship