#Sorry if I got a bit long winded I'm full of so many thoughts

[hazardous-who]

I LOVE your fanfic "to loose is to gain" !! It reminds me of Killing Stalking. The vibes of two mentally ill people in a mindfuck toxic relationship.

NO, I DO NOT APPROVE THAT and I will never think that they cute together of course. But it's rare people writing about this sad reality involving shocking descriptions and disturbing content. You describe them perfectly and what I like is that you're not romantising them. 👍����

I'm going to read your new fanfic (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

I'm glad that you're enjoying it so far ! I'm a fan of darker written stories personally, and think portraying the different mentalities of how things can devolve is pretty important to consider rather than the straight dive into co-dependency or love that sometimes can be portrayed in some stories like this. Not everyone has the same reaction to things, some people freeze, some people fight- There's also the case where people adapt on the spot for the sheer sake of survival or to avoid any more pain then they're already experiencing right from the get go. I honestly want people to dislike my Obito. At the end of the day, different people do different things, but knowing where each person stands and thinks also helps you realize why they come to the responses they do- which is one of the main things I'm trying to achieve in my fic. I am rambling now. Also I've never personally read Killing Stalking, but I'll take that as a compliment ! Maybe ?? I'll assume it is ! Otherwise I hope you also enjoy my other fic, for it is WAY more lighthearted.

[fictionismyreality3]

Can we have a smut of stalker Jason with somnophilia and crazy to eat pussy? Plsss

I mean, Jason is a natural fucking pussy eater.

AND I'M HAPPY TO HAVE PLACED YOUR FIRST RESQUET!!

Can I be the 💦 anon? To u know that is me

Too Much to Take (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, stalker!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, somnophilia, stalking, dubcon, guns, drugs, little to no aftercare.

Notes: hi babes!! I’m so so sorry this took so long, a bear ate my phone. My beautiful 💦 your request is much appreciated. I know it’s unrealistic that the reader never wakes up but I have nevER EVER BEEN HAPPIER.

The cool, night breeze of Bludhaven blew the white chiffon curtains your mother had gotten you in the wind. Across from your bed sat a gorgeous, kingly armchair where you loved to sit and read. Your apartment was carefully decorated by your artful hands, each piece put perfectly in its place. When you got home everyday, you knew you would be returning to a safe, cozy home full of memories and comfort items. Everything was just how it should be.

That’s why the man standing in your apartment was so out of place.

You were asleep, of course. Knocked out after a long day running errands. Your bed had welcomed you warmly, and you couldn’t resist cracking open your window just a little bit, wanting to savour the start of spring.

You knew the automatic danger that came with living in Bludhaven, but you’d saved up enough to move to a nicer area, and your apartment was on the 8th floor of your building. Surely, nobody would bother risking the fall.

Surely.

It had been three days since Jason had first saw you. Three days too long since he’d seen you in person. He’d watched you nearly every minute of the last 72 hours, consuming every ounce of information he could find about you and your life.

His shift watching over Bludhaven ended tomorrow, when Dick would be returning from wherever he went. So, he only had around a day left of viable excuse to be near you. After that, finding a reason to be in Bludhaven even longer would be his main priority. It was clear that he’d already be wherever you were. The thought of not being able to reach you was enough to shatter what little was left of his soul.

No, no, there was no going back now.

And so, Jason found himself perched on the rooftop across from your building, the endless Bludhaven rain pelting across his broad shoulders.

He spent the first few moments watching you carry out your night routine. It was all things many people in Bludhaven overlooked, or dropped as soon as their lives were overtaken by the chaos in the city. Somehow, you’d managed to maintain a semblance of a normal life even while being surrounded by shootings and drug runs.

He stayed still, hovering over your apartment like a cloud of death, his gaze never breaking to stray to anything else but you. He watched you make dinner, he watched you tidy up, he watched you get ready for bed. All of it was as fascinating to him as everything he’d seen when he researched your background.

All the little habits you did. The way you fiddled with the timer on the stove while you waited for the food, the way you danced to your music while you did dishes, the way you preferred an endless heap of pillows on your bed. Every little quirk he watched served to drill your presence deeper into his being. You were exactly what he needed.

So pure.

Innocent enough to leave your bedroom window open in the middle of a crime surge in the only city worse than Gotham.

It gave Jason the perfect opportunity to watch you sleep, and the perfect opportunity to survey your apartment for places to set up cameras. He’d need to make sure that he had every inch of the place covered so he could watch you at all times. The last thing Jason wanted was for some criminal or other creep to breathe the same air as you.

Oh, how cute.

He looked on as you settled into bed, reaching over to your nightstand to pat the head of a tiny giraffe plushy, as if it would stand guard and protect you from all the dangers in the world. You didn’t need a stupid plushie. You had him now.

But what if you needed him and he wasn’t there? What if you left your window open every night and someone with worse intentions was there to take advantage of it? He needed to be there to protect you, to keep away all the dangers and make sure you lived like a princess. It could happen tonight if Jason wasn’t careful. He couldn’t have that.

Wind blew the curtains in your window aside, as if the world was parting the barriers that lay between you. He was just going to make sure that nobody who was less well meaning than him would take a chance to hurt you.

With the speed of years and years of training, Jason hopped from rooftop to rooftop, as quiet as a panther stalking its prey. But Jason wasn’t stalking you. No, he was helping you, making sure you were safe.

Landing on your fire escape balcony without a sound, Jason stood motionless as he peered into your bedroom, his eyes locked on your sleeping form.

You were like an angel in his eyes. Something clean and untouched. Something that he could have all to himself now that he’d found you. Jason wasn’t worried about tainting you with his red-stained hands, no, you were saving him. You had saved him.

He took the time to study your bedroom, burning each item of decor into his mind. There were so many perfect spots to put cameras, and of course, he’d brought some with him just in case. They were small, tech he had ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s generous stockpile in the safe house he was staying at.

He could have them placed and synced back up with his computer in less than five minutes. It would be so easy he wouldn’t even wake you.

And Jason didn’t want to wake you. It wasn’t just the fact that he felt you looked so peaceful sleeping, something he would hate to disturb, it was that he wasn’t ready.

If you knew who he was, how could he guarantee your safety? Not to mention the fact that you might even try to run from him.

Like hell.

So, Jason found himself pushing the window you’d cracked open further, till he could just slip inside. Landing on the balls of his feet as he’d been trained to do a hundred times before, his presence was barely audible.

Just being in the same room as you felt like he was drunk and more alert than ever all at once. In the back of his mind, a sour voice told him to stop, to let this be the farthest he went and leave before things got out of hand. God forbid Bruce found out. But he pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came.

Taking his time, he walked slowly around your bedroom, his eyes soaking in everything that was just you. It was impossible to resist purusing your things as he came to your dresser. Trailing his fingers across all the little decorations you had, he closed his eyes, imagining he was touching your skin instead.

He couldn’t resist opening the drawers, and nearly sank to his knees when he saw that the first one he opened was full of your panties and bras. His mask suddenly felt constricting, and he immediately noticed his breaths pick up.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out in a sharp breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Looking back over at you sleeping in the bed, it was like he had the devil on both shoulders. Without thinking long enough to regret it, he reached for the prettiest pair, pocketing it so quickly it may as well had never been there.

Jason let out a heavy sigh, but continued placing cameras in places nobody but him would think to check. He’d have to come back later to do the rest of the apartment.

After just watching you sleep for what felt like far too little time, Jason finally willed himself to turn and leave. Every fibre of his being was screaming in protest. The thought of getting to be this close to you, only to have it ripped away, was almost too much to bear. Still, he made his way back to your window. That’s when he heard it.

The sound of rustling sheets filled Jason’s expertly trained ears and his gaze snapped to the noise instantly as he froze in place, halfway out your window.

Dear god.

Where you had been snuggled cutely in your blankets, you had kicked them off to leave your lower half exposed.

Your gorgeous legs lay splayed across your bed, long and elegant. All of his senses were dialled in on the singular sight of you. His cock thrummed with heat almost instantly, his pants stretched out by his girth as his gazed strayed further.

You were wearing a pair of flimsy sleep shorts and a shirt that was far too big for you and he’d be damned if he said it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

With an amount of restraint he didn’t think he possessed, Jason bit his tongue, practically salivating at the sight of you. He rested his head against the window frame, halfway out of your apartment, halfway towards making a very bad decision.

He should leave. He should leave and never come back and leave you alone and stop. But he couldn’t.

Fuck it.

Refusing to spend any more time not having you, Jason pulled himself back through your window, prowling towards your bed.

He just stood there for a while like he had already, staring at the delicious curve of your ass and feeling his cock harden in his pants. If he was already going to hell for this then he would take his time savouring his sins.

But he could only hold himself back for so long.

With a quiet groan, Jason crept nearer to your side, pulling away the rest of the blankets as carefully as he could. It wasn’t that important for him to see all of you just yet. Not only was his mind only focused on one thing, but he knew he had all the time in the world to study every part of you. You were his after all.

Now that your lower half was exposed to the cool spring air, there was only one barrier keeping Jason from taking what was holding his entire soul. He prayed you were a heavy sleeper, and lowered himself to his stomach on the bed. Propped up on his elbows, there were only a few inches separating him from the only thing he wanted.

Thank god for sleep shorts.

In the back of his mind, he was already adding buying you something less revealing to his list of things to do, not wanting anyone to see you but him. But that could wait.

Taking off his mask and placing it on the floor beside your bed, he bit his tongue and gently hooked his fingers underneath your sleep shorts, pulling them to the side. All at once the breath left his lungs and he felt like his world was being tipped upside down. You didn’t wear any panties to bed.

Jason had to close his eyes for a moment in order to control his urge to wake you up and ravish you. When he opened them again, they flickered green and he zeroed in on what was making his mouth water.

Your pretty little pussy.

It was a miracle he’d gotten this far to be honest, but you didn’t seem to stir for anything. Thanking whatever force was allowing him this one pleasure, he moved closer to you and began taking what he wanted so desperately.

The moment his mouth met your pussy he nearly came in his pants.

Stopping for a second, he waited for any sign you were awake, his heart pounding in his ears. But you were still silent. Jason took this as his go ahead, but he had no intentions of stopping anyway.

He peppered kisses along your pussy, drunk on the softness of your skin and the taste of you on his lips. Everything in him was bursting with thrill, and he could barely stop himself from rutting against your bed to get some much needed friction. He wasn’t in his mind anymore, the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet was your sweet little cunt.

You began to breathe a little heavier in your sleep, your soft breathing quickly getting deeper. But Jason didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Not when you tasted so divine, not when your skin felt like heaven on his tounge. He moved to your clit now, his whole face practically pressed into your pussy. If he was gonna go out between your legs, it was a death he would gladly take.

He sucked on your clit, alternating between swirling his tounge around it in tight little circles and sloppily eating you out. It was getting harder and harder for Jason to control the level of noise he was making. His groans and low, rumbling growls began to fill the room. It was just you. Only you in his mind, his heart, and his soul.

Oh, fuck.

You were making these cute little noises now. Little breathy whimpers and whines were leaving your lips. With each sound that reached his ears, he felt a bit more of his control slipping.

He hadn’t even noticed he was fucking you with two fingers until you began to squirm. All at once he halted all his movement, waiting for his fun to end, but your eyes never opened. This would all just be a really good dream for you. He almost chuckled at the idea.

Certain you’d stay asleep, he buried his face in your pussy, eating you like a man starved. His fingers pumped in and out of your now slick cunt, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted your sweetness on his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He needed to make you cum. He needed to be the one, the only one, bringing you pleasure. He wanted to feel your cum running down his face. He wanted to taste you on his tongue three days from now.

There was no point trying to contain himself anymore. He’d already jumped off the edge a long time ago. Jason pumped a third finger into you, allowing himself to grind his raging cock against your bed. The noises you were making were getting louder, and you were beginning to writhe in your sheets every time he slammed his fingers into you. He knew he’d have to be quick, but honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Taking your clit in between his teeth, he grazed the sensitive skin just enough to have you even wetter for him. Jason was desperate. All his cares, all his worries had been replace by an unending, carnal urge for you.

Only you.

He pumped his fingers faster, driving them in and out while he ate you like a man possessed. Then, he got to experience what was easily the best thing that ever happened to him.

Without warning, your needy whimpers turned into one long, high pitched whine, and your sweetness burst into Jason’s mouth. He felt like he died all over again, cumming in his pants as he groaned into your pussy, shuddering. Never once did his fingers stop, only slowing to allow himself to lap up all of your juices.

The world was quiet for a moment as he stayed hooked on your cunt, his eyes closed in bliss.

But he couldn’t stay forever.

With an insane amount of difficulty, Jason placed one more kiss on your clit, and pulled your shorts back in place. His own underwear would be ruined, and he would definitely have to wash his pants, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

Once he was sure you’d stay asleep, he moved off the bed, coming to stand beside your now flushed face. Jason didn’t know what was worse, having to leave after tasting the best thing ever, or the fact that you’d only remember this as a dream.

Not wanting to think about anything but how full his heart felt, he leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, baby. You’re mine.” He whispered softly, as if you could hear him, and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Taking one last glance at your pretty face, he turned and crept his way out of your apartment, leaving the way he came, through the window.

He made sure to close it.

It was clear to Jason that he should be feeling shame, remorse or disgust with himself for what he just did, but the only thing on his mind was how he wanted you awake for next time. And there would be a next time.

When you awoke that morning, and the haze of sleep cleared from your mind, your focus instantly went to the wetness between your thighs. You blushed as vague memories of a rather nice dream sprung to the forefront of your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you crawled out of bed, yawning, when your eyes caught on a slightly confusing sight.

“Didn’t I leave that open?”

[gm--requests]

Reading "with" JJK guys pt. 2

Megumi, Gojo, Itadori (nsfw), Choso

warnings - afab reader, "pet names" (baby, princess, mamas, babe, love, princess, pretty, schnookims, bookie, all of them. every pet name is here. it's gojo. ), implied smut, some nsfw/some sfw

words - 2330

request - open...ish inbox thirsts: open 

plus size *fat* reader :) 

pt.1

a/n - girl [gender neutral]... idk what happeeeendddd!! i started writing iita's and got too freaked out lmfaooo was about to start writing a whole smut lowk lowk asdjfhlajksd the thought of his flustered face and the change in his demeanorrrr like i kinda want him-- him talkin' all serious with a blush still on his face and his eyes boring into youuuuuuuu eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! anyways lemme chill out. hope you guys liked this little series. i am super obsessed w the jjk mens rn so i kinda wanna write more, but idk what to write. i just have too many ideas and it's hard to lock them down. anyways- this was not proof read because it's 1 AM and also i'm coming down from gardening and alsoooo- i didn't wanna lmfaoo. am still inquiring about make anime characters real uh, so seriously... if you know anything hmu. i'm real secretive and have a pure heart and am full of real whimsy

Megumi - he is reading it to you. He is surprisingly animated… in his own way. He doesn’t do voices for different characters or anything, but he does use different tones and inflections to give you something of an audio book experience. Sometimes he’s a little too good. The Perks of Being a Wallflower was brutal, Haunting Adeline… also brutal… one to leave you sobbing, the other to leave you dripping. No matter what you’re wet LMFAOOO Him reading to you quickly becomes a part of your shared nightly routine, even if he is away he calls and reads to you. You alternate between books he chooses and books you’ve picked. 

You're both comfortable in the bed, you’re tucked into his side, fighting the sleep. Your boyfriend’s voice has become soothing as he reads a book you picked from your teen years, Summerlost (ally condie). It was one he was really enjoying so despite the soothing tone, his inflection was something serious. You wanted to stay awake because you were so enraptured, but the day had been long and you're too comfortable snuggled up to your sturdy boyfriend. 

“The night was shadows and wind and the smell of a storm on the way, a night for crying until the tears were gone but the ache was left. A night for imagining that you could step out onto the windowsill and say hello to the dark, say I am sad and have the wind say I know.” Megumi stopped reading and glanced over at you, your eyelids fluttering shut and your breathing starting to deepen and he smirked, “Princess,” your eyes shot open and you looked up at him guiltily, “Do I need to stop for tonight?” 

“No, No!!” You exclaimed, repositioning yourself so you were more alert, “Please keep going! I’m sorry! Your voice is just so comforting, I lost myself for a bit, please read more.” 

His smirk deepend and he looked back at the page, “M’kay, just let me know if you get too tired to continue alright?” You nodded diligently and he continued, “You could say I am alive and the trees would sigh back. We are too. You could whisper I am alone and everything ends and the stars in the sky would answer. We understand. Or maybe it’s ghosts telling you all these things, saying "We know, we’re alone too, we understand how everything and nothing ends.”

By the time he finishes the paragraph you have already fallen back asleep. He chuckles to himself and quietly closes the book. You don’t wake again until he shuts off the bedside lamp and adjusts to lay down. Again your eyes fly open, a frown already playing at your lips. You can see his knowing grin in the bit of moonlight that comes through your bedroom window. 

“Don’t worry, princess,” he preens, “I’ll read to you again tomorrow.” He pulls your softness into him and tucks one arm behind his head and the other around you, as you snuggle into him. 

“Sorry ‘Gumi, your voice is just my favorite lullaby.” 

He chuckles again and squeezes you a bit tighter against him, “I know, baby, I know.” 

Megumi falls asleep with a smile on his face, just like he does every night when he’s next to you. 

Gojo - annoying and clingy. always asking what you’re reading and trying to take your attention away from it (will try climbing into your lap promising to flip the pages for you). Moans and groans and whines and huffs and puffs and just is a fucking nuisance. 

“Babe,” that is how it began. Without fail. Your head immediately drops back in annoyance, your eyes rolling so hard you swear you are actively looking at your amygdala, but you ignore his voice. Your eyes burn holes into the page in front of you. 

“Baby– Baby girl– Princess– Honey–” Gojo continues, draping himself over the back of the couch. Still you do not look at him or reply, but this doesn’t deter him. 

“Schnookims-Bookims-Wookims~” His voice becomes more sing-songy as he drapes one of his long arms over your shoulder. “His frame is lanky and awkward when it’s hung around you like this, “Oh most precious apple of my eyeee~” 

Your grip on the book tightens as you will yourself to ignore him. 

“Ya busy~?” You can hear his stupid cheeky grin, and without looking, you can feel his blindingly bright eyes piercing through you. When you don’t reply he continues, “Oh! is that a book?” 

This time your eyes make a quick greeting with your prefrontal cortex, as you try not to sigh as that would let him know he is already doing what he came to do: force you to pay attention to him. 

“Whatcha readin’ today, my pretty? Is it somethin’ new? Somethin’ I’ve never heard about before? Somethin’ sexy?” 

Through gritted teeth and unwavering eyes still glued to the same page that you’ve yet to be able to fully read and process “It’s the same book I’ve been trying to read for the past few months, Satoru.” 

“Really? So nothing new yet? What’s takin’ you so long~?” 

This is what does it. 

You slam the book shut, “Oh, I dunno ‘Toru,” you begin feigning dramatic confusion, tossing the book to the side and throwing your hands up in exasperation, “Maybe it’s because every time I pick up the damn book my big annoying boyfriend comes frolicing into the room and yapping his big freakin’ gob until I give him attention!” 

When you stop shouting you look at Gojo angrily, but are met with a shit eating grin and loving eyes. Your boyfriend now stood up properly and staring at you with true, genuine, amusement. 

“So,” his tone already pissing you off more, “You think I’m big~?

“Oh for fucks sake,” you groan your palm connecting with your forehead and dragging down your face. 

Gojo drapes over the couch once more, rolling his whole body over the top in a ridiculous and gangly summersault, a grunt leaving him as you dodge his long limbs. Once he makes it over and adjusts himself properly, Gojo leans against the arm of the couch. One hand rests holding his head up, the other pats his thigh. 

“How ‘bout instead of insisting on reading that boring dumb book, you feast your eyes on something much more intriguing,” his eyebrows bounce up and down and you fight back the amusement that is trying to work its way across your face. 

“You can’t be serious,” you reply, crossing your arms. 

His bottom lip juts out, his eyebrows stop moving and scrunch like his feelings are hurt, “Of course I’m serious!” he whines, “I even showed you some cool sourcer parkour…” 

This makes you laugh. “Is that what you call it?” 

Satoru tries to keep sulking, but the sound of your joy makes his eyes sparkle in a way he can’t hide. 

“Dammit~!” He exclaims, grabbing you and pulling your soft, round body onto his solid one. He wraps you tightly in arms, turning to wrap his legs around you too. His long limbs wrapped around you like an anaconda as he squeezes at your squishy body and snuggles into you dramatically, “I can’t stay upset even when you’re denying me my well deserved love and laughing at me for asking for it, ‘cause you’re just too cute~!!” 

You don’t even try to fight it anymore. Instead you resign with a deep and defeated sigh. He’d won anyway. From the second you closed the book he knew he’d have your undivided attention, book be damned. 

It had already been 5 months since you bought it anyways… What was 6 or 7?

Itadori - makes you read to him. Well… he doesn’t make you but he begs and pleads with big puppy dog eyes until you relent. ESPECIALLY If you’re reading anything spicy. He loves watching you get all flustered trying to read out all these sensual scenes. Of course you always make him return the favor, him reading until he’s all but blowing smoke and begging you to take the book back, promising he’ll shut up. This will happen many more times.

You puff out your cheeks in frustration, your grip on the book is damn near close to snapping the hardcover. Itadori has been giggling like a teenager at all the “dirty” words and teasing you about it the whole time you’ve been reading aloud… “If you think it’s so funny, then you read it!” you say indignantly, thrusting the book into his hands. 

He looks at you defiantly, “Okay, I will!” and then two sentences in, his face is red along with the tips of his ears and the back of his neck and he’s stuttering over the words. “H-his fingers p-p-press slow-,” he swallows hard, “slowly into– into h-her tight-” so of course you return the favor of teasing. 

“What happened to all that giggling from earlier, iita~?” your eyebrows bounce up and down playfully, “Don’t tell me you’re all embarrassed from reading a few words,” your tone becomes more mocking and his soft pout turns into a frown, the blush on his face somehow deepening in color. 

You don’t let up. 

“And you were bullying me, but you haven’t even made it through a full paragraph~ Is it really too much for you~?” 

Itadori scoffs a bit at this, “There’s nothin’ that’s too much for me.” He grumbles and you laugh heartily. He rolls his eyes at your reaction and after a few too many seconds of your continued laughter Itadori closes the book and tosses it to the side. He stands up from the couch you were both sitting on and comes to stand over you.

“Since you think it’s so funny,” he puffs, cutting your laughing fit short as you notice the fire is slowly stopping its attack on his skin and instead igniting behind his eyes, “Let’s recreate the scene and we’ll see what’s too much for who.” 

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops open, staring at him like a deer in headlights, “H-huh?” 

He just cocks his head to the side before grabbing your wrists and hauling your plump body up and off the couch. Before you can process anything further, Itadori’s strong arms are wrapping around you, his hands firmly cupping ass. With a soft grunt you are hoisted off the ground and being carried down the hall towards your room. 

“Wait! Waiiitt!” You wail as he kisses your neck. Even if you’re causing a ruckus, your legs still wrap around him, your hands gripping his shoulder. A big smile is spread across your face and his too. 

When it makes it to your room, he tosses you on the bed with enough conviction to make you yelp and before you can process much else, he’s removing his shirt and climbing over you. He makes quick work of your clothes and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, the other comes to his mouth as he wets his two middle fingers. 

“Tell me when it’s too much, love or else we’ll be going until I think it’s too much,” you swear his eyes darken and his voice drops an octave as he speaks, making your breath hitch as you pant with anticipation, “And like I said earlier…” 

He brings his cool, wet fingers to run through your quickly dappening cunny, 

“Nothing is ever ‘too much’ for me.”

Choso - he naps. As long as he is with you, touching you, and you’re happy… he’s in heaven. The angels are singing and the birds are fuckin chirpin’. Sometimes his head is in your lap, sometimes he’s curled into your plush body, arms wrapped around your waist as you’re sat in the bed against the headboard. Sometimes he’ll rest under your arm, with his head on your chest even when it starts to frustrate you because you can’t properly relax lmfaoo 

“Cho-,” you sigh exasperated. It is met with an already half-asleep, “Hmm?” 

“When you lay like this I can’t get comfy! I can’t even turn the pages right!” 

He hums a small, “‘m sorry,” and snuggles in closer. 

You throw your head back in silent frustration before sighing, “You’re gonna have to move, Cho.” 

He somehow snuggles closer, his grip on your soft body tightening as his arms wrapped around you impossibly tighter, “I don’t wanna,” he scrunches his eyes harder and you can already see the deep frown on his face without even looking at him, “you’re too comfy like this, too warm.” 

“Can’t you get comfy some other way?” You close your book and roll your eyes. 

He doesn’t give a verbal answer, instead shaking his head no and keeping his unrelenting grip on your body. Basically wrapped around you like a fucking koala. 

“Choso. Find another way. I want to read.” 

The stern tone you take with him makes him retract like a wounded animal, he sits up and looks at you all sad and defeated, bottom lip poking out and eyes misty like you had broken his heart. 

You give him a knowing look, before adjusting the pillows behind you in a way that allows you to lean back but still be elevated enough to comfortably read, the bottom of the book able to rest on your chest. Then you spread your extended legs and nod towards the space. immediately he is filling it. 

His head rests on your plush, round tummy and his hands wrap around you grabbing at your rolls. Choso sighs in content as he nuzzles into your tummy a bit, “This is even better mamas.” He mumbles, a big dopey smile spread across his face. 

“You’re my favorite teddy bear~” he all but coos as he quickly begins drifting back to sleep. 

You smile with a soft and dismissive, ‘yea, yea’, playing with his hair until his grip on you loosens and his breathing becomes steady and peaceful. 

Now that he’s asleep, you can finally start reading again.

[555aturn]

Whispers of Zaun⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

chapter three

chapter two if you haven’t read it

summary- Two days pass since Sevika was at the shop. Apothecary receives interesting intel and she spends some time at the local brothel and gets an unexpected visit.

warnings- SMUT THIS CHAPTER!! sesbian lex, fingering+oral (oc!recieving), reader is gettin the job done (she’s a giver) Sevika is her own warning:)

words- 3.5k

a/n- yes smut witchy!reader is finally gettin some and sevika tension omggg i was biting my lip while writing their scene and ofc readers brothel scene🫦👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 this is my first time writing smut so bare with me annnd I recommend listening to "slow like honey" by Fiona Apple while reading

minors don’t enter for real this time!!

It has been two days since Sevika’s last visit. I tidied up the shop a bit to distract myself; I bought Hex a little lilac collar; I got tons of new herbs and flowers, and Seraphine came by before opening to have tea and breakfast with me. Now I’m alone, alone with my thoughts again.

I shake away the uneasy feeling that swarms around me and go to light my candles instead. I have candles that line almost every flat surface in the shop. Not just for the aroma and decor but for Janna. Janna is the ancient wind spirit that has kept me and many citizens of Zaun strong and holding their heads high. 

In the depths of Zaun, where smog chokes the sky and the wind fights to weave through rusted metal and crumbling stone, the lighting of a candle is more than a mere act of illumination—it is an offering. A whisper of flame against the dark, a plea carried on the smoke to something unseen, something ancient.

Janna does not ask for worship, nor does she demand tribute, but those who still believe in her—those who feel the faint kiss of a breeze when all should be still—light candles in her name. They are sacrifices of warmth to the wind, gifts of fleeting light in a place where daylight is scarce. The flame flickers, wavers, and dances, feeding the unseen currents that coil through the city’s veins. Some say she listens to the prayers carried in the curling wisps of smoke, that she breathes them in like a promise, like a memory of the world before Zaun sank into shadow.

And when the wind howls through the alleys, tearing through the smog and carrying away the heavy air just long enough for the desperate to take a full breath—those who know Janna’s name whisper their gratitude and light another candle.

At least that’s what my father told me before his end. 

As I am lighting the last candle, my bell rings. “Hey,” I hear from behind me. It was Ran.

“Well, hello dear, long time no see. What does the boss want?” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Oh, I'm here to actually chat this time.” They chuckled. “So what’s up withcy? I got some free time before I have to pick something up for Silco.” I chuckled. Ran came up with that nickname after their first visit to the shop. “Oh, are you now? Well, what would you like to talk about, Ran?” I asked them. Ran took a seat on my sofa with a huff and pretended to ponder in thought at my question. “Hmmmm. Oh! Actually, I heard that Sevika came by a couple of days ago… She was hurt pretty bad, and she came to the shop, right?” I swallowed but kept my cool and nodded. “Yes, that is right, she did. Let her sleep on the sofa, and she left at dawn before I could check her wounds.”

Ran nodded while stretching out their limbs. “Wow, I am shocked, honestly. She’s usually pretty stubborn when Singe tries to help her out, but it’s rare that she gets really hurt, you know.” Ran kept talking, but I wasn’t really listening. I just stared into the pillow that’s placed next to them on the sofa. I tuned back in when Ran let out a little yelp. I looked at them, and it was just Hex terrorizing them. 

“Aw honey, that’s my new cat, sorry. Hex! Stop that.” I scolded the feline. Ran laughed and petted the cat on her small head. I could have sworn I saw Hex glare at them. 

“So, uh, did Sevika say something, or did Silco mention it?...” I asked Ran. Ran leaned back and put an arm behind the top of the sofa. “A bit of both? I was in Silco’s office when she walked in, and she said she went to you, but then I got kicked out, so I don’t know what they talked about. Sorry.” 

All I did was nod. “Don’t be sorry, hun, I was just… curious.” I said with a small smile.

Time to run some errands.

The streets of Zaun hum with life as I weave through the crowds, my satchel bouncing against my hip. The scent of damp metal and distant oil fires mingles with the sharper tang of herbs hanging from vendor stalls. I pluck a bundle of dried lavender from a familiar cart, the old woman behind it nodding in silent recognition as I drop a few coins into her wrinkled palm.

Further down, I stop at a rusted-out pharmacy, ducking under a low-hanging pipe to step inside. The air is thick with incense, sharp and medicinal. I run my fingers over rows of glass jars, selecting a fine white powder I know will mix well with my own remedies. The shopkeeper doesn’t ask questions—he never does. I hand him his payment and leave without a word.

My last stop is a small, tucked-away stall near the Sump. The vendor, a man with ink-stained fingers, hands me a wrapped bundle of thick parchment. Good paper is hard to find here, and I’ve learned to take it when I can.

With my errands complete, I make my way back, the familiar hum of the Lanes settling into the background. It’s only when I push open the door to my shop that the bell jingles softly and then I pause.

Sevika is here.

She’s sitting on my couch like she never left, one arm draped over the backrest, her mechanical fingers tapping idly against the fabric. Her boots are kicked up on my table—on the same spot where her lipstick-stained mug sat days ago.

She glances up, unimpressed. “Took you long enough.”

I blink at her, then sigh, closing the door behind me. So much for a quiet afternoon.

I set my things down onto the counter and then go back to flip the sign in my window to ‘closed.’

“What are you doing here?” I asked calmly but sternly—or attempted to, at least. I was still in shock. She stood up from the couch, her red cloak hanging on her shoulders as she did so. “Silco wants a few things.” Sevika replied bluntly. “Well, why didn’t he send Ran?” I asked back, genuinely asking since they were in the area earlier.

She shrugged. “Why? Not happy to see me?” She walked closer to me. I stepped back slowly and hit my counter, successfully pinning me against the wood. Sevika now loomed right over me, just looking into my soul. Without looking away from me, she reached into her pocket, unfolded a piece of paper, and gave it to me. At first I just stared blankly at it, but then I shook it off and read that it was a supply list. Sevika stood still, almost caging me in, leaving me against the counter, but I squeezed out and pretty much ran to the back. 

I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. What in Zaun just happened? What was that about? What is this feeling? I just stood there for a long minute trying to recollect myself and snap out of whatever daze I was in. 

After what felt like hours, I emerged from the beaded curtain with a basket of everything Silco wanted. Sevika was leaning against the counter, the counter she practically pinned me against. I walked behind it and set the basket down loudly. 

“20 coins, please.” She smirked and reached into her pocket and pulled out a little chain purse and set it down next to the basket. “Thanks, doll, I’ll be sure to tell Silco of your cooperation.” And with that, she grabbed the basket and walked out. I stood there dumbfounded. Was this some sort of test? A test of my patience? Janna, she is infuriating.

After that, the shop remained empty and quiet. It was just Hex and I doing nothing on a Friday night. Until I got an idea. Was it a good idea? Probably not. I wanted to take a visit to the Gardens. The Gardens is the most popular brothel in Zaun and another place that fell to Silco’s advances, which is why I have not been there for… pleasure. Sometimes I will go because one of the girls fell ill and needed a remedy for small things like that only in business. 

But tonight I wanted a distraction; no, I needed a distraction. My encounter with Sevika would not leave my head, and I don’t know why. It made me livid. 

So I went to my room to rummage through my drawers and my closet for something sexier to wear. My eyes landed on this velvet burgundy dress I stole from a boutique up in Piltover. I was doing business and conducting research there two years ago. I never had an event to wear this little number to. Until now. 

I locked up the shop and put my coat on, then made my walk over to the Gardens. I always keep a pocket knife on me when I walk out at night. Even though most people avoid me since I am known to be the ‘weird lady who still worships Janna’ or because I sell poisons so abused women can murder evil men. 

When I arrived at the double doors, two burly men walked out, clearly high out of their minds, and cackled loudly. Gross. Men literally irk me to my core. I walk in the building, and it’s just like I remembered. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, the soft magenta lighting all throughout the place, and the women talking in sultry tones. Exactly what I needed. I see Babette at the front desk. She recognized me immediately.

“Wow, darling, is it really you? Come, come, let me get a good look atcha.” She said with her low, raspy voice. It made me smile; it’s good to see an old friend. “Why yes, Babette, it is me in the flesh.” She smiles with her signature crooked grin. “None of the girls are ill, so what can I do for you?” I bit my bottom lip for a moment, mentally preparing myself for what I am about to ask. “Well, I was hoping I could spend an hour with one of your beautiful girls.” I said, low but loud enough for her to hear me. This made Babette smirk. She surveyed the room to see if anyone was free or roaming around alone, and while she was doing so, I felt someone’s presence behind me, taking my coat off. I turned around; it was a beautiful tan woman with this deep red hair that almost looked like blood. “Well, isn’t that sweet of you, taking my coat.” This made the woman blush. She bit her lip. “Hmm? Can I at least get a name, sweetheart?” It was like I was back in my element. This made me realize how long it has been since I have been with a woman. It felt good. 

“Cherry, my name is Cherry, but you can call me whatever you want.” She said with a pretty smile. She had such plump lips. “Oh, Cherry, very pretty; that explains your hair too.” I said to her, and I took her free hand that wasn't holding my coat. “Would you lead the way to your room, sweet thing?” She nodded rather enthusiastically. I chuckled under my breath as she dragged me away. Babette winked at me. 

She brought me to a small, cozy room with a mini bar and a bed flush against the wall. Cherry hung my coat on a hook near the curtain. “Would you like a drink?” I nodded. “Sure hun, what do you have for me?” I said in a sultry tone. She squatted in front of the bar, examining the bottles on the last level of the cart. “Bourbon, vodka, tequila, and rum.” I walked over to lean against the wall so I was standing in front of her crouching form. “Hm, I will have a glass of bourbon, please, dear.” She nodded with a grin and stood up to pour it for me. “Thank you, darling.” She nodded and blushed. She stood in front of me closely. I took this as an opportunity to admire her little outfit as I sipped the strong liquor. She had on black lingerie and a black sheer babydoll dress over it. Cute. 

“You look very pretty, Cherry.” She blushes a deep shade. “Thank you, miss.” I chuckle mid-sip. “No, honey, you can call me by my name.” I tell her my name, and she repeats it, testing it on her tongue. It sounded like a melody coming from her lips. Cherry came closer towards me; now I can feel her warm breath against my lips. With the heeled boots I am wearing, I’m a little over two inches taller than her. 

“What would you like tonight?” She practically purred. I set my drink down onto one of the coasters on the bar top. “Oh sweetheart, I just want to explore you, take care of you, and feel your gorgeous body under mine. If that’s alright with you, of course.” I said flirtatiously. She was back to blushing. Not surprised since I’m sure she didn’t get this treatment a lot. Always having to please others, and the poor girl doesn’t get taken care of the proper way she should. “Really, baby? Is that what you want?” She was closer to me now, her body almost completely flush against mine. Caressing my velvet-clad shoulders. I nodded slowly. “Mhm, sweetheart. Just wanna make you feel good.” I said simply. And with that she reached behind me to untie the strings that kept the top half of my dress up. When it fell, I felt her trace her dainty fingers across all the intricate patterns and lines of my back tattoo. I got a hold of her waist and brought her back to standing in front of me. 

“Can you strip for me, darling?” I asked in a soft, sensual tone. She nodded and slipped her sheer dress over her head and got to work on unclipping her bra. Holy Janna, her breasts were beautiful. It has truly been too long. When she was completely nude, I gently guided her to the bed and pushed her onto it. She caged me in between her smooth legs. I leaned down and started to softly kiss her jaw and her throat. She was so soft against me. She let out a soft moan of my name as I bit the spot behind her ear.

“What do you want?” I asked, muffled into her neck. She whined. “I need words, baby, just tell me it’s okay.” I said, moving away from her neck and looking into her brown eyes. Cherry took one of my hands that held her waist and interlaced our fingers. “Want you to touch me, p-please with your fingers.” She stuttered and blushed. How cute. “Yeah, that’s what you want? All you had to do was ask for it, my love.” I cooed. And with that I stood on my feet to shuck off my dress fully this time. Revealing my bare body to her. She unashamedly licked her plump pink lips. Almost made me blush. No one has looked at me like she was right now in years. I crawled back on top of her and roughly kissed and bit at her neck. Not too hard, though, because I knew the rules around here. No marks. 

I eventually kissed my way down to her tummy and gave her soft kisses and licks around there and towards her hips. I nibbled there too. I couldn’t resist. While I gave small, almost feather-light kisses to her thighs, I trailed my fingers to her core. But not touching, almost taunting her to ask for it again. She whined, and I smirked. “What is it, baby? I told you to use your words if ya wanted something.” She squirmed under me. “Your fingers, please; I want them so bad, baby.” She said in a desperate tone. Exactly what I wanted. With that I spread her pussy with two of my fingers. Gosh, she was so damn wet. Getting my fingers all sticky and slicked up. 

“Hmm, so wet, honey, is this all for me?” I teased her. She nodded rapidly and bucked her hips into my hand. Urging me. That’s all it took. I gently eased my middle finger into her warmth. I pumped it for a few seconds, then curled it on her sweet spot and held it there. She moaned and bucked her hips more. I chuckled, then kissed and sucked at her thighs. I eased my pointer finger into her pussy, then curled it to meet the other one. She arched her back and howled my name. 

I kissed her inner thighs and then kissed her clit, gently teasing her. Then sucked hard. She grabbed at my hair and moaned louder than the last time. I smirked against her bud and pumped my fingers harder and faster into her. I can feel her clenching around my digits, so I licked at her clit before taking it into my warm mouth again and curled my two fingers into her g-spot until she evidently came all over my face and coated my hand. I let her ride her high, and I gently eased my fingers out of her. I placed one last kiss on her clit and leaned back onto my haunches. 

I licked and sucked my fingers that were covered in her sweet essence and moaned louder than I wanted to. I swear she tasted like a cherry pastry. She was panting softly and very flushed in her face and chest. But she locked her eyes onto mine as I sucked on my fingers like it was a lollipop. I let go of my fingers with an audible pop and smirked down at her. 

“How was that, darling?” I asked. She laid her head back against the comforter and had a dopey smile on her face. “Mmm, very good.” I smiled and leaned down to leave a soft kiss on her lips. 

I got off the bed and found our discarded clothes. I folded up her outfit and placed it next to her on the bed. I redressed myself and put my boots back on. Cherry watched me hazily. I walked over to the side of the bed she was lying on and kissed her cheek. “Take care of yourself, baby. I’ll see you again, I’m sure.” And with that I opened the curtains and walked back to the counter and found Babette. She had a knowing grin on her wrinkled face.

“So how was your time with Cherry?” She asked as she was organizing papers. “Wonderful, do I pay with coins or papers?” I asked. “Oh, coins please, dear; let me go fetch her bin.” I nodded. I leaned against the counter and observed all the little trinkets that adorned her space. I was so in my head that I didn’t notice the presence looming over me. Until I heard her voice. “Oh well, look at what we have here.” Sevika. Fuck me. I slowly looked up at her. She had her usual red cloak covering half of her body, and she had a smug grin on her face. She raised an eyebrow when I wasn’t responding and just looking at her. “Piss off.” That’s all I could come up with. 

“Oh? That’s how you greet me? I thought we were friends, sweetheart.” She kept that smug grin on her face. “I’m shocked you came to a place like this, doll; didn’t know you could get down and have fun.” She kept going. “Who did ya, see, huh? Bet it was Miguel, or do you like a big man? Was it Ezra?” She wouldn’t shut up. Luckily, Babette came to the rescue. “Alright dear, how much are you givin' Cherry?” That shut Sevika up really quick. Guess she wasn't expecting me to sleep with a woman. 

“25.” I answered simply. I was desperate to leave as quickly as possible. “Have a good night, dear.” And with that I adjusted my coat and started to make my way towards the exit. But Sevika got a hold of my arm. “What the hell?” I said to her in a gruff tone. “You have a smudge there.” Before I could figure out where and what she was talking about, she used her flesh hand to wipe at my lip. Then let me go and walked to the desk. Like she didn’t just touch my lips. What the fuck.

The walk home was cold and long. I unlocked the door to my shop and lay on the couch with a defeated sigh. No matter what I did or who I did, Sevika just won’t leave me alone.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Billy knows better than to side eye you when you talk to Steve. The two of you have been friends since he and Robin worked at Scoops Ahoy together, and though Billy knows you have no interest in Steve, he can't help but satisfy the need to bite the inside of his cheek every time he sees you two talking alone. With one hand in his pocket, he walked with purpose as he approached the table where you two were enjoying smoothies.

"Thought I might find you two here." You heard Billy's voice ring out over the bustling echoes of the mall courtyard. You couldn't be totally sure, but you thought you detected some edge to his words.

"Exactly where we said we'd be?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. Billy subtly jutted his chin upwards and let his eyes bore into Steve's. Now you knew he was obviously bothered, but Steve was still staring back in total confusion.

"Right on time" you chimed in, rising to your feet and meeting Billy where he stood. He slung an arm around you and pulled you in by your waist a bit tighter than you expected, all the while never breaking his stare at Steve. Billy was challenging him, and Steve obviously didn't understand what was happening. He looked to the left, to the right, and back to Billy again.

"Is there a problem, Harrington?" Billy asked, venom rising with every word he spoke. Steve shrugged awkwardly in his seat, looked around again, and finally responded.

"Why would there be a problem?" Billy pushed an audible breath from his nose as his grip around your waist grew even tighter, but he didn't say another word.

"I guess we'd better get going," you piped up, longing to break the tension before Billy got too heated. The new mall had just opened, and the last thing you wanted was to be involved in it making headlines again, citing your overprotective boyfriend being arrested all because you and Steve decided to have a smoothie on a Friday afternoon.

You said goodbye to Steve who gave you an awkward half wave, still looking puzzled as ever as you and Billy made your way toward the mall's exit.

"What was that about?" you asked him in a hushed but stern tone.

"What was what about?" It wasn't like Billy to play dumb about his aggression, but the two of you had talked many times about his behavior toward Steve. It was starting to soften, but Billy still had his moments, and he knew it really affected you. You weren't letting it go this time.

"I thought we talked about Steve." Once in the parking lot, your voice was at full volume. You had been patient for so long, but now you were starting to feel annoyed that Billy couldn't just let things go. "We talked all about your fears, your jealousy, and the reasons why you hated Steve - none of which were valid, by the way - and you're still staring him down like prey every time you see him. I don't get it."

"I'm trying, okay?" Billy looked away from you and pulled out a cigarette, opening the door of his Camaro. He really thought you were going to let this go.

"Try harder," you countered, pushing his driver's side door shut mid swing.

"Hey--" Billy threw his arms up in frustration. You knew he was heated now, and so were you. Deciding that you needed the upper hand in this situation, you knew exactly what to say.

"Don't you trust me, Billy?" His arms fell to his sides. He turned around and took a deep breath.

"Babe," he said, turning back to you. "Come on. That's not fair -"

"You know what's not fair?! The fact that my boyfriend and my best friends can't get along because he can't let. Things. Go. You talk about wanting to grow and change, but you don't do it. Where is that going to leave us?" Your eyes stung as they welled up with tears. Billy looked as if you had knocked the wind out of him. The pain of losing you would always be too much for him to bear, and he knew he had gone too far today.

"I'm sorry," he said, reaching his hand out to you. "Please just listen." You took a step toward him. He took your hand in his and pulled you close to him so he could look directly into your eyes. "You know it's because I'm always afraid. I'm always afraid of losing the things I love. El showed me the truth, and you know that. It's just taking me some time, and I'm sorry you're suffering for it."

"I'm trying to be patient," you sniffled, tears spilling over and running down your cheeks. "But it's so hard when all I want to feel is happiness, warmth, comfort. After everything that has happened here in Hawkins, I just want home to feel like home again, and this makes it seem impossible." Billy knew this wasn't just about him and Steve. This was deeper. You were missing the comfortable life you knew before just like everyone else in The Party. He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, his hands cupping your face as he continued to stare into your eyes.

"I'll make home feel like home again. No matter what I have to do, I promise you I will do it for you." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and embraced you, swaying you gently as your crying calmed down. You knew he meant it, and you knew he was more than capable of doing so. Billy never, ever broke his promises.

[figolasjigolas]

"I hadn't thought about it"

Hobie Brown / Spiderpunk x GN!Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No use of gendered terms for R!, R! is a little bit stupid, friends to lovers, loser!hobie if you squint

It's hard to remember how long has passed since his confession stilled the air in the room. Your window is open and sunlight trickles in. The cold spring breeze had made goosebumps across your arms, but now the room felt stuffy and humid.

"I don't know!" the note of defense in your voice startles you, "I guess I hadn't thought about it!"

His jaw shifts. His nervous energy only becomes noticeable when he admits defeat and his shoulders slump.

"Got it," he nods, "Sorry to bother ya with it, then."

He takes a step back. His eyes flick up to you one last time before locking onto the ground.

"Hobie-"

The softness of his hand surprises you. So does the fire that burns on your fingertips after the quick brush of skin. Your hand falls back to your side as his snaps back. Despite his reaction, he stops in his tracks.

"It's okay. You don't owe me anything and you don't gotta reassure me."

"I'm not saying no! I just... I didn't think..."

Why hadn't you considered it? You'd always thought of Hobie as a good friend. You knew he was kind, and strong, and gentle. The idea of him as anything aside from devastatingly beautiful was laughable. Everyone knew he was gorgeous. At least, you think so. How could anyone avoid the draw of his deep brown eyes? Or skip over the faint creases formed by his ever-present grin. The one that makes your heart flutter and warmth fill you until you aren't sure if you wan't to punch him or kiss him or-- Oh.

You try to meet his eyes. You don't know what to say next, but you have to say something. When you look up, his gaze is still fixed on the floor. You study the flecks of mud and G-d knows what else staining his boots. Your eyes follow winding laces and you wonder how long it takes him to re-lace. Does he look as focused then as he does when he's hunched over his worktable fidgeting with whatever gadget he's dedicated to that week?

What would being in love with Hobie even mean? You already spent most of your free nights and days off together. You already took turns waiting up with eyes glued to your phone until you got a "home safe" text. He already knew everything there was to know about you, and you'd thought you knew everything there was to know about him.

"I'm not... not in love with you," you manage, as if that clears anything up.

Hobie snorts, "and I thought I was bad at all this feelings shit."

"You are!" you argue, "which is why I never bothered thinking about my feelings for you. I didn't think it mattered!"

Hobie's eyes slowly shift to look at you. The corner of his lips quirks up. The shift from heartbroken to playful is jarring, but he makes the change look effortless.

"But, you have them? Feelings for me, I mean."

You shrug, maintaining eye contact as he adjusts back to his full height, head held high. Hobie's grin only grows as he nods and steps towards you. His hand brushes against yours again as if he'd never pulled it away. You chase the warmth that spreads across your palm and lace your fingers together.

"So," his voice carries an unfamiliar rumble, "that's good, then?"

"Yes." you don't think before you answer.

He nods again. Under all the newness and uncertainty of this situation is that same annoying-ass smug smirk. You aren't sure who's closing the distance between you now. All you know is you're so much warmer than you were a moment ago and your head is spinning and you're gripping Hobie's hand like your life depends on it. His eyes are more focused on you than you've ever seen them. How many times has he looked at you like that without you noticing? How many hours had you spent waiting for a text when you could've been waiting for him to crash into bed next to you?

"This still good?" his breath fans across your face. When did he get this close? Did it matter as long as he stayed? Probably not.

"No." you mumble.

Something flashes across Hobie's face before he's able to wipe it away. He nods and draws his body back to create space. Your free hand grasps for the fabric of his shirt. You pull him back towards you until the tip of his nose meets your cheek. You can feel each place where his body touches yours engulfed in flame.

"That's good." you whisper.

[starry-907]

hi starry!!! <3 i've been seeing so many stick men on my dash, and i've gotten super curious. the fandom wiki page answered none of my questions, so i thought i'll turn to the resident expert <3 <3 <3 whomst may be these characters and where do they come from?

RESIDENT EXPERT SJDLFJSKDJ THANK YOU I GUESS?? i'm just very autistic abt these silly sticks, i don't think i'm much of an expert

the stickfigures are from Alan Becker's Animation Vs series/franchise (calling it a franchise seems wrong but there's multiple series under the umbrella so idk how else to describe it) on youtube! i'm gonna go into more detail on that but i'm putting it under a cut because i don't know how long this'll get to be completely honest

also sorry if this takes a while to get answered i wanted to collect screenshots and visuals

So i'm not gonna get into a full play-by-play, mainly to avoid spoiling you, but the series can be kinda split up into a few different categories (the first two being the "primary" series of the overarching series)

ALSO the creator refers to all the sticks with he/him but a lot of people tend to headcanon differently (it's me i'm people) so i might use my own hc pronouns for characters. honestly part of the series' appeal is the fact that there's wiggle room for headcanons to emerge.

anyway! starting off with the og:

Animator vs Animation

animator vs animation starts off with the simple question of, "hey what if my drawings came to life and fought me", which is somewhat of the overarching question through the first 3 installments

the fourth one winds up turning that question on it's head by the end because of this silly li'l guy, The Second Coming (usually called second or orange by the fandom)

by the end of ava 4, second (and the friends they found on a website) have reached an understanding with the animator (who's also alan, it's a bit confusing but i try to think of it like mcyt rules where there's the creator and then the character), and are now friends with him. ava 1-4 were recently bundled into being animator vs animation season 1, i'd recommend you start with these four if you want to watch the other series.

ava seasons 2 and 3 (season 3 is currently ongoing) take a bit of a different turn, delving into the previously left up to question fates of the past three sticks that alan had made in ava 1-3, along with also dropping some bombshells of lore here and there. semi related side note i'm taking the chosen one and shaking them in a tupperware violently.

Animation vs Minecraft

this one is the longest of the different series, with 35 episodes (36 counting the original). it also pulls off the "mainly filler eps until everything suddenly spurs into motion" thing very well. it's also funny because the series started out named as "animation vs minecraft shorts" when episodes in season 3 would get up into at least 20 minute runtimes.

this series is where we start to get personalities developed for the four sticks that second befriended in ava 4, through the lens of different minecraft niches, from animal care to potions to redstone to noteblocks.

avm seasons 1 and 2 focus more on exploring the different aspects of minecraft (such as build battles), though season 1 does have a very brief arc involving this other stick, purple

(purple shows up in later episodes as well)

speaking of purple, if you're watching animation vs minecraft as a whole, make sure to watch animation vs leauge before you get to season 3 otherwise there could be a brief moment of confusion.

"but starry idk anything about minecraft-" THAT'S OK!! sorry for yelling i got excited. the series does a pretty good job of laying down the basics of the more complex mechanics before the stickfigures proceed to take it to heights that are probably not achievable in vanilla.

"starry what about season 3-" I'M GLAD YOU ASKED sorry got excited again. season 3 takes a hard pivot from "semi-unconnected episodes with maybe a few overarching elements" to "fully episodic adventures that will genuinely make you a bit emotional at times near the end". it also starts with blue going to find netherwart before the escalation escalates and trust me once you know how the season ends that seems so much funnier.

season 4 goes back to the less sequential episodes, just with a few status quo updates from the end of season 3 added in, namely the occasional addition of two characters from season 3 that people go feral over seeing included.

I'LL ALSO USE THIS SPACE TO TALK ABOUT THE ACTUAL SHORTS, which, as stated, are shorts that don't have a runtime over a minute or a minute and a half. they're somewhat of a mix between minecraft themed and being themed around other aspects of the series (there's one where the sticks and alan try to max out a clicker game, for example).

animation vs education

these ones are a bit less "plot" and a little more "hey look at this cool thing". the only character we're familiar with to be in this is second, and we essentially follow them going through these various black spaces exploring different educational concepts. right now we have avmath, avphysics, and avgeometry.

they all manage to be engaging and interesting even when the concept being explored reaches the point where you might not understand what the heck is going on (a big example for me being when avphysics started getting into more theoretical stuff, the sequence was cool enough that i didn't even care that half of it was going over my head).

i also feel like these are the ones that people unfamiliar with the series are likely to find? at least when i mention the series usually if someone's heard of it it's cuz they've watched avmath or avphysics.

even though these don't seem to have any connection to the main series (though a lot of people hc that they're second's dreams), i still recommend giving these a watch if for no other reason that they're really cool!

influencer arc

this one's the newest bit added to the umbrella! it's a 3-episode arc about one of the sticks, green, making a youtube channel with his friends and also exploring adobe products. we only have one episode of this so far, and it was funny because everyone was literally going feral over it when it released.

this one's also fun because there's an actual youtube channel for green, so you can see the full version of the videos they make in the episodes! the channel was leaked before the episode release so everyone went feral over that then too. the videos on the channel are very much "kids messing around with a camera" vibes.

the one-off eps

there's quite a number of these that explore different things, like animation vs youtube, where second and green manage to tick off a video player, or the team trees and team seas videos where blue gets the ability to grow trees and remove trash with money (at least in second's dreams). like i said, for understanding one aspect of avm season 3 (namely why everyone's fairly chill with purple when meeting them), i recommend watching animation vs leauge before reaching season 3, purple shows up there.

if you want me to go more in depth about the characters themselves (with some of my headcanons bleeding through a li'l), let me know and i can make a part two! i recommend giving the series a watch if you want to understand better but you'll likely want to break it up into more managable chunks

i also wrote most of this while on the bus to work

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (10) - Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In

EVERYBODY!!! 🖤🖤 We've made it to Chapter 10!! I am so happy we've gotten this far! I don't think I've ever made it this far with my writing, and I'm really proud of myself and my perseverance- I care so much about this story and its characters, and I have so much more material written with no end to my inspiration and motivation in sight! I hope this train keeps rolling full steam ahead because I've made so many friends on this journey and I wouldn't be here without them! 🖤🖤

Anyway, I'll quit my yapping so you can enjoy the chapter! Please see some bonus screenshots below!

(P.S. The screenshots are meant to be enjoyed from afar because my editing stuff is not so good. 🖤🖤)

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 9,053

Opening under the cut!

Their group scatters to the winds to check out stalls and mill about as Ofelia and Alfira discuss a few lessons she can learn right away. Wyll and Lae’zel join Karlach and they descend to the blacksmith’s area, Astarion hangs off to the side, not quite in the circle with the two bards but not a part of it. Gale and Shadowheart head off to the apothecary and general goods vendor for potion ingredients and food supplies and in the meantime, Ofelia learns. She learns until her fingers hurt from overuse and twilight begins to overtake the evening sky. The ache is a pleasant reminder that she’s nailed a few spells, her delight overshadowing any exhaustion.

“Can I try one on you?” Ofelia attempts an icebreaker as she walks up beside Astarion, gesturing to her lute. He’s leaning against the weathered rock with his eyes closed, pretending like he hadn’t heard her. If she can free them from whatever rut it is that they’ve been stuck in, she’d like to try.

“I learned Bardic Inspiration, it might be a good idea to practice my skills-”

“Absolutely not.” He mutters sharply, lids still closed. She frowns.

“You’ve been nothing but cold to me all day. I’m sorry about Shadowheart, but whatever this-” She waves her hand in front of him though he can’t see it. “-is, it’s got to stop. The others are starting to notice.” Her voice is like a blade, slicing through his nonchalant demeanor. His eyes snap open and he glares at her- it makes her flinch gently, and it’s clear he notices.

“Let them,” He turns, walking down the ridge and she follows, anger boiling in her blood.

“What’s going on?” She shouts, grateful to be away from her tiefling teacher as he stalks toward the hillside. “What have I done to you? I’m sorry I almost killed you- I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t control it! What happened from when you left me at the river to this morning? What did I do?” She can’t keep the hot rush of emotion from pouring over her words to coat them in betrayal. What happened? They were conversing so easily yesterday- he’d been a bit bristly about her intentions to provide him with her blood, but she thought they’d at least come to an understanding…

“Nothing!” He growls, throwing his pack down on the ground to stake a claim on the dirt he stands upon. “All you do is suffocate me with your kindness- why? Do you like taking pity on a monster? I hate being treated like a charity case.” She freezes, stiff and stung. When she takes a soft step back, he glares at her and she feels herself shrink.

What spurred this on?

If anyone should be considering themselves a monster, it’s her.

[sciderman]

How do you feel about different animated Peters? Do you have a favorite out of them?

hooh man, i know i say that i've consumed every little bit of spider-man media ever but it's really not true actually, and i think the thought of trying to watch every single animated version of peter parker kind of makes my brain explode. there are so many. i didn't actually grow up on spider-man cartoons, i only really got into spider-man comics in my late teens so my point-of-reference for peter parker will kind of always be the 616 comics, first-and-foremost.

i did watch a bit of ultimate spider-man as it was airing and i probably am one of the very few people on the planet who's kind of oddly soft on it! i have complicated feelings about ultimate spider-man. i feel about it the same kind of way that i feel about way's deadpool run. that it's an entirely annoying depiction of the character that is full to the brim with irritating jokes that don't land and package up the character to be a nutszo joke-a-minute lols random haha type deal but - i see oddly sincere and sympathetic and self-aware moments in there that make me inexplicably fond of that particular portrayal.

i don't know - i actually really love it when peter's portrayed as an actual weirdo. not the uptight square-boy you usually see, or this quirky boy-scout who's just kind of bland and cute and nerdy - but a peter parker that is actually unapologetically annoying. like you can't stand to be with him. i kind of love to see it. i don't know, i want him to be annoying. i think he should be annoying. and i love that he's fucking insane. like, objectively. he's not a sane man. he's adhd incarnate. and he's stupid. he has heroic moments, yeah, but he's also stupid and a jerk. i don't know. i'm probably giving it way too much credit, but compared to what came after (disney xd's spider-man (2017), looking at you) it's fun and kind of a very weird departure to your usual spider-man fare. deadpool appears in this show for one singular episode also so naturally thta is enough to make my brain go brrr.

(i've actually been really wanting to write a fic set in this universe. it's a universe i'm kind of interested in exploring, actually. been rotating it in my mind for a really, really long time. i'm almost ashamed to admit it, but every version of wade wilson fires up my brain, and i'm really, really interested in fleshing out this strange, i-was-a-child-soldier-turned-teenage-mercenary wade wilson. sorry. off-topic now. spider-man. we're meant to be talking about spider-man.)

disney xd's spider-man (2017) sorry you are so ugly and so boring. she doesn't exist to me. i hate that stupid nerdy off-brand tom holland ass twink with the green eyes. hate her. she is so boring. and her voice is even worse than drake bell (how could that be possible)

60's spider-man fucks. binged it so hard during my college days because it put me into the flow-state while i was working on my animation projects. i love that square boy. i love how macho he sounds when he's in the suit. i love his stupid fucking spider with the six legs. i love that they didn't have the budget for the extra two legs. i love him. he got me through college. almost tempted to do a stream of 60s spider-man so you all can enjoy it with me. it's a treasure. and thank you, 60s spider-man, for all the reaction images.

spectacular spider-man is very beloved, and i NEAARLY watched it all the way through, but – i don't know, i kind of just... don't like that peter parker very much. i couldn't tell you why. he's just a little boring to me. maybe it's the same criticism people slam onto andrew garfield's spider-man, the "he's too cool" argument. he's just not cringefail enough. he's kind of a bit boring. and his stupid SHIRT TAG that is NEVER TUCKED IN makes me FROTH at the MOUTH. i didn't wind up finishing the series because the love-triangle stuff just got way too exhausting for me. usually i eat up the peter parker drama but this particular case it really is a "why on earth is everyone in love with him. he's so boring." kind of situation. sure, it's a universal constant, but in this series it really is true. i wouldn't waste my time with him. sorry. mid. 5/10 peter parker portrayal. but the art and animation and theme song fuck.

i don't think i've watched enough of the other series to talk about them - which i feel kind of embarrassed about. i wanted to watch the animated series (1994) but just - never got around to it. i just prefer the comic-book format over animation, funnily. the irony, of me being an animator by trade, but preferring the medium of comic books. but like - i don't know. i prefer books over movies too. i just like doing more brain-work. it's why i like to write and draw more than i like to watch things. i don't like passive consumption. i want to put my brain to work. so - soooo, when it comes to watching things, i'm kind of terrible at it.

i think i should do a massive research session where i watch every spider-man series (or at least as much of them as my brain is willing to) - so i can do a comprehensive ranking of all peter parkers. if i have the time for that sort of thing (i don't.)

one day, maybe, one day. it could make a very fun video essay. i'd love to make a video essay, one day.

[gamerbearmira]

HELLO IT IS I. I'm sorry for being gone so long but I had an issue with my Google docs and everything I had written kinda got deleted.... And I kind of couldn't find where I left off with the whole rebirth of a miracle Au soooo I had no idea what to do next for it but after thinking about it I have decided that won't stop me and I WILL continue it. sorry in advance for any inconsistencies that might be in this.

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Pov Isabela

She doesn't hate her youngest sister. She knows how she acts to her might be telling a different story but she doesn't. She's jealous of her. She can admit that, at least to herself, that she's jealous of her freedom and the fact that she isn't forced into any role (but is that really true? With how she's forced into the background, isn't that a role of some kind?) She knows she shouldn't act the way she does, it's not fair to Mirabel but she can't help it, besides she can make up for it all later. So when she was awoken this morning by her father and not her youngest sister she felt an intense amount of dread pool into her stomach.

Which only got worse when she got to the table to see that, besides her mother and Mirabel, everyone is already there. The feeling of panic starts to build inside of her as she takes her seat. Something happened. She knows that Mirabel would never skip waking them up, it's one of the many little jobs that she's assigned to herself and she has never, not once, been late doing them let alone not doing one of them.

She tries to keep herself calm as she looks around the table at everyone, trying to see if one of them knows what might have happened but all she sees is her own fear and slight panic reflected back at her. Poor Luisa is looking around the entire area, eyes desperately searching, she looks like she's on the verge of tears. Tia Pepa is raining slightly and the wind of her panic is noticeable she's running her hands through her braid and is repeating her mantra over and over again all while her Tio Felix tries to keep her calm, Isabela doesn't think it's working but shes not going to point that out right now. Camilo and Antonio have identical confused and scared expressions on their faces it would be funny in a different circumstance. Dolores just looks.... Confused.... That makes Isabela calm slightly because if Dolores is just confused, then maybe they're all just overreacting, maybe last night was just a bit much for Mirabel and mama is with her to make her feel better.

Yes that has to be it! Her youngest sister isn't gone, she hasn't disappeared, nothing has changed, nothing has happened, she's just in the nursery with Mama. She takes a breath of relief feeling a little silly for thinking that Mirabel would... That's she.... Yes she was being silly.

The sound of abuela clearing her throat snaps her out of her thoughts, everyone's eyes snap to abuela waiting to hear what she has to say. It's when she looks at abuela that the little amount of relief that she gained disappears entirely. The look on Abuela's face is not one she has ever seen on her before (or maybe she has...maybe it's been 10 years since she's seen it and she just doesn't remember) before she can get too lost in her thoughts her abuela speaks

"Buenos dias mi familia." Abuela pauses as they all greet her back before taking a deep breath "As you all can see Mirabel and julieta are not at the table right now, they're in the nursery at the moment because .... sometime during the night Casita decided to.... Turn Mirable into a baby." Chaos erupts as she finishes speaking. Absolute chaos.

The storm is intense and forms immediately, animals are running around screeching and breaking everything they see, Camilo's form changes from changing into all kinds of Mirables. Dolores is sitting at her seat hands on her head over her ears squeaking repeatedly. Luisa is sobbing loudly and with her full body. Plants of any and all kinds erupt all around her, not that she notices.

Because what? What did abuela just say? No, no way. There is no way. Before she even knows it she's running to the nursery barely registering the yell that follows her, kind of sounds like abuela. She can't stop herself, she has to see because there's no way. No way in hell. She can hear feet following her and by the way that the ground shakes she knows immediately who it is, Luisa.

She reaches the nursery door and slams into it with her whole body, putting way too much force behind it, and almost rips the door off the hinges as she accidentally breaks it down, she falls forward landing hard on her front. The sound of a wailing baby reaches her ears and She scrambles to get up.

Sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room right next to the window is her mama. And cradled in her arms is a wailing baby, a frighteningly familiar wailing baby, the memories might be faded but she remembers what her youngest sister looks like as a baby, she'd been one of the first people to meet her, something that she used to tease everyone else with.

No, no please no. This can't be happening. It's a nightmare. It must be. It HAS to be. She wants to wake up now. Please let her wake up now. If she does wake up right now, no matter what time it is she'll go to the REAL Mirable and tell her how sorry she is. For everything. She'll get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness for being such a terrible sister, something she should have done a long time ago. Please please let this not be real.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and jerks away from it taking a step forward towards her Mama and the wailing nightmare baby only for the hand to come back and pull her backwards she turns to see who it is and comes face to face with her papa. He shakes his head at her and mouths 'not yet' pulling her backwards again, pulling her out of the room and into the hallway she struggles against him needing to go to her mama. She sees Luisa in the corner of her eye standing to the side of the doorway looking into the room tears streaming down her face nonstop. That causes her to stop her struggle.

Her papa guides her further down the hallway, grabbing Luisa's arm gently as they pass her to get her to follow him as well. She barely registers any of that her thoughts consumed by one thing.

She'll never be able to make up for what shes done.

IMG HIIII NICE TO SEE YOU <3333 no worries. Google Docs is a writers biggest op sometimes, I get it 💀💀 ALSO I NEED TO RELABEL ALL OF YOUR SNIPPETS SO THEY’RE EASIER TO FIND I KEEP FORGETTING I’M SORRY <\\\\3

Regardless. This is so radical. I mean home girl woke up,and found out bout what? 10 minutes later? That her youngest sister was a baby. AND SHE SAW IT FIRST FOR HERSELF 🫣 But at least she was remorseful?? Took all that but hey, it worked. Baby steps people,baby steps (pun entirely intended).

Thank God Agustín was there, cause with the way Mirabel reacted to Alma, God knows how she woulda reacted to Isabela 🌚

How do react to that 😮‍💨 and never say never‼️‼️‼️ clwarly they were given another chance fora reason, but maybe she’s too in shock to realize that 🤠

[itsscromp]

Idea! Insomniac Peter and Reader (Peter's sidekick since even before Miles) talking just after taking down Fisk? (Would prefer Peter and reader's relationship to be platonic or found familial, but that bit's up to you.)

Insomniac Spider-Man x Reader

I love this idea so very much !!!!, Reader would ask so many questions and peter would have so many stories to tell. Word count:912

"Finally off to Rykers huh ??" You said as you landed on top of the police van alongside peter.

"You know, I think you've got more enemies in there than I do."

"If you think this will be more than a minor inconvenience..."

"Whoop-- gotta go" Peter then swinged off.

"But hey, Good luck Willie, I have a feeling you're gonna need it." You finger-gunned him as you joined Peter and swung off.

"Idiots !!! I'm the one who kept order in this city !! One month !! In one month you'll wish you had me back !!" Fisk shouted at you both before then being transported to rykers.

Now for the backstory part of this, You and Peter Parker have been best friends since you two were in school, Both doing everything together and being there for each other. You were the first person he revealed himself as Spider-Man to, and not too long ago, you too have been bitten by a radioactive spider, You were excited and scared at the same time. But Peter was with you every step of the way. You two were now a crime-fighting duo, you did try to opt for 'The Spider-Pals' But that motion was shut down. But anyway off track, Fisk was your first supervillain and you couldn't be any happier.

"Peter did you see that ??!!" You said excitedly as you caught up to him.

"I did, I'm so proud of you dude !!" He smiled brightly under his mask.

"YAHOOOOOOOOO !!!!" You pulled off an air trick before stabilising yourself.

Peter has never seen you this happy and excited before, it was practically infectious.

"YEEEEEHAWWWW !!!" He barrel rolled, joining you on your excitment.

"I can't believe I did it, My first super villain."

"And there'll be plenty more to come, don't worry buddy"

"Say, I always wanted to ask, What was the first super villain you ever fought ??"

"That is an excellent question y/n, one I will happily answer over pizza"

He then rang tony's and got the usual rooftop delivery.

"Oh that looks so good"

"I love you, But now I must destroy you" Peter then scoffed the first slice down.

As you two ate the pizza, Peter told you about the very first villain he ever fought as Spider-Man.

"So, back when I first started high school, vulture decided to pay a little visit, you see his old research partner, Greg Bestman taught at ESU. Vulture tried to take Bestman out, I tried to stop him"

He even did some of Vulture's voices but ended up coughing shortly after.

"Sorry, that's my best vulture" *ahem*

"Anyway, continue" You bit into your pizza as you listened into the story.

"I'll tell you what y/n, That fight was hard, Then, just as I thought I might actually win. Vulture's evil twin brother showed up to help him !!"

"What... I don't remember him having an evil twin" You giggled.

"Yeah... No, he actually rope-a-doped me. I was exhausted, and He was barely winded, but man it felt like two vultures"

"Wow... This fight really was tough"

As he continued on with his story of the vulture and his "Evil twin brother" You two shared laughs, oh how he knew how to make you smile.

"That fight taught me I'd always be a kid from queens at heart, But I could carry that strength anywhere, To Manhattan, to the West Coast. Heck, even to Symkaria. Weird to think, But I owe it all to an old man in a bird costume, I should really write him a thank you note, but anyway. That my dear y/n, was the story of my first supervillain" He smiled and puffed his chest out proudly.

"Woah... That's so damn awesome !!!" you really were mesmerised by how well the story was and how wise peter was too.

"Have you also ever thought of voice acting, you could be pretty good in a video game" You playfully punched him.

"Unless they make a full-fledged version of Speed Nonagon, I won't by lending my talented voice anytime soon"

You giggled again and looked out over into the city.

"I really wouldn't be here today without you Pete, You helped me through so much even before I became like you" You smiled at him.

"We're a little team y/n, Spider or no spider. Heck you saved my bacon many times I could count from my run-ins with flash"

"He was such a jerk, But yet again like you said about vulture, I guess without flash we wouldn't have met."

"You know... That is kinda true actually" He smiled

"Maybe I should write him a thank you note... Nah I think he gets the memo" You chuckled.

"Your probably right buddy, I wouldn't have this any other way though, Your my best friend through and through" Peter smiled and raised his fist for a fist bump. "Don't leave me hanging"

"Well..." You toyed with him

"Not on my watch y/n, come ooooonnnnnn"

And you gladly fist bumped him, both giggling.

"Your too much man" You smirked as you watched the city go by until peter's phone rang.

"It's Captain Watanabe, she needs to see us" He then got up and put his mask back on. "You ready Spider-pal ??"

"I'm ready Spider-Pal" you patted his back and the two of you swinging to the chinatown police station.

Oh you two would have so many adventures together, so so many.

a/n. I love insomniac peter so damn much, he's such a lovable goofball !!!

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[interstellarspacecadett]

LOVE STORM

Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 link)

WARNING!

● Strong language

● Alcohol consumption

● Sex

"Wanna join us?" Ntabi asks him. He just nods, and soon, the three of us are horseback riding through the immense reserve. Ntabi is in front of me and Ari parallel to me. She gives us the full 'north tour', showing us all the different animals, and the peace I feel in this moment is overwhelming.

"All the big cats of the reserve are used to man' s presence, this is why they're not aggressive." She informs me, whiping her forehead with a cotton tissue. Today is really hot, there is no wind and it is easy to sweat. I follow her action too, and I extract my tissue from my pants pocket.

"They're even more majestic up close." I comment captivated by the beauty of the resting animals. Their stomachs are full, and they're taking a nap. We stopped talking after that, I thought there was nothing else to say about anything. Besides, it's very hot. I enjoy horseback riding my way through the reserve while Ari, as silent as he was, he looked concerned. As we arrive at a river, we get off the saddle and let our horses drink a little bit of water before continuing our tour. Ntabi walks next to a three to rest, and Ari, like a snake, gets close to me.

"Look. I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have ruined the moment. You're more sensitive than I thought, and I should have been more cautious with my words." He surprises me with what looks like a sincere apology.

"To try to make it up, I bought tickets to an event. There is an African art collection exhibit downtown. There are going to be many young African artists showing their partings and artifacts. There are more traditional tribal masks, too." He shows me one ticket as a matter of fact.

I look at him, surprised. He is really sorry.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" I take the ticket from his hand. I get a closer look at the colourful paper object.

"Is it working?" He asks, hopeful.

"You're lucky I like art." I roll my eyes playfully.

He smiles softly. I keep on reading the ticket, and it says the collection is in three days. I put the ticket inside my backpack and playfully scoff.

"Lucky me." As he says so I move my horse from him and join Ntabi.

Ten minutes later, our horses march through the reserve following the designated path. There are so many more animals than I initially thought. From up close, they're even more stately and grand. This is paradise on Earth.

I keep on taking pictures of the various animals and of the landscape as well. The minutes pass at an impressive velocity. It's almost dusk, so we decide to turn our heels and head back.

I keep on photographing too focused and hypnotised until a colorful object in the distance caughts my eye.

"What is that?" I question pointing at the colourful structure in distance.

"It's a safe house, just in case something happens and someone gets attacked by an animal, or for when it rains heavily. It happened that the personnel, while checking on some animals, were surprised by a storm and took shelter in one of the safe houses." Ntabi answers my question.

"How many safe houses are there?" I zoom at the object with my camera to see it better. Unfortunately, the resolution is not great.

"Four in total, all in different parts of the reserve. They are positioned respecting the four cardinal points. That one is the north one, and if you turn your head to the right, you can see the south one." I turn my head as she points her finger to the safe houses.

"Did it ever happen that someone got attacked by an animal?" I zoom with my camera at the safe house located in the south.

"Never. The animals got accustomed to the human presence, and they don't attack men. As long as we respect them, they will respect us." She nods.

"I could stay here forever." I exclaim, exhaling.

"How about reading by the pool?" Ari smirks mischievously. He's ready to provoke me.

"Stop making fun of me." I move from him.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you going to the reading by the pool Olympics?" At this question, I roll my eyes.

"You're impossible!" I push him delicately away. He laughs and gets closer to me.

Forty minutes later, we're finally back. Ari and I bid our goodbyes to Siddarth and Ntabi, who want to spend some time alone. Now I'm in Ari's S.U.V checking some of the many pictures I've taken over the course of two hours. He's driving, focusing on the road and fully immersed in his thoughts.

There is peace, so much peace.

We arrive at the hotel. For a strange reason we stay still in the car for a moment.

The air is thick but none of us dares to say something.

"Will I see you at dinner? Don't make me beg you. " He abruptly demands me.

I don't even have the time to answer that someone is knocking at the car window on Ari's side.

He gets off the car and so do I.

She's a woman. He's always surrounded by women.

She's quite tall, on the skinny side, but she's got a lot of curves. She has long blonde hair and a mesmerising smile.

They kissed, and only in this moment I realise I'm holding in a lot of air inside. He looks... surprised by the kiss. His eyes meet mine before I close the car door and head inside.

I don't know how I feel, but I don't like this a little bit. I'm all sweaty, and the heath doesn't cease to hit me. Thank God I drank a lot of water during the day, or I would have probably fainted a while ago.

As I see the green eyed receptionist, I tell her that I would like to order room service, I don't specify what, but seeing me upset, she asks if there is something wrong.

I tell her that I'm okay and that it's just the heat. The African sun doesn't play, though.

"How about you check our menu for today and then call me. I'm at your disposal twenty-four seven, ma'am." She's really kind and professional. I take the menu from her, and I nod, seeing this as the best option. I head to the elevator. However, before the doors close, I see Ari with his new companion clinging on his biceps head over the canteen. In the elevator, I keep my head low, and I start to overthink as always. I can't help myself but wonder who this new woman is. They seem really close. Maybe she is his wife or maybe a girlfriend. Why am I torturing myself like this? I have no business to be... upset... to mind his business...to be so inquisitive. I shake my head, wishing for all these thoughts to abandon my head.

The small sound of the little bell of the elevator alerts me that I've arrived at my floor. The first thing I do as I step in my suite is to take a shower and check the menu to order room service. As I wait for the food, I enjoy the sunset and the orange light invading my room. Not long after my food arrives and as I eat I check some of the pictures I've taken during this long day.

They are all astonishing, some of them are blurred, but the majority are high-quality photos. I smile seeing Ntabi in some of the pictures. She's so photogenic and beautiful. As I keep on checking the pictures, my smile fades. I see Ari in some of them. I look at the screen of my computer like an idiot while munching on some of the delicious fish on my plate. He's in many of the photos I've taken, the photos look great, and I can't bring myself to delete them. As if I wasn't miserable enough, my phone rings, and it's my mom.

I pass a hand through my hair, wanting to rip my scalp off. I breathe deeply for a few seconds before answering the phone.

We talk for a bit, and she gossips about the many scandals happening back home. I listen, not really interested, but at least she's not talking about Charles. She hands the phone some of my aunts at the phone. Aunt Susie is the only one who really understands me. She's more of a mom to me than my own mother could ever be. She has the same rebellious spirit as Joan of Ark. I admire her a lot, and I like to talk with her about all my adventures around the world. We talk on the phone, laughing and missing each other before ending our twenty and more minutes call.

I feel in a better mood. Thanks, Aunt Susie. I finish eating and start one of my favourite childhood movies to relax. The movie has its effect on me. I'm feeling way better now.

At ten p.m. I wash my teeth and pee one last time before going to sleep.

The hours pass, but I can't close my eyes, I'm overthinking as always. It's two a.m. when I decide to head out to walk a little. Walking will probably get me tired sooner. I take the stairs in my nightgown and sleepers. I hold my book with a hand. My feet come to a halt. A door of the many rooms opens up revealing Ari with a towel on his waist and his hair pushed back. Looks like he took a shower, but I bet that room is not the one he sleeps in every night.

"Are you leaving already?" It's the voice of the same woman that kissed him to ask this question. She comes up and massages his shoulders before leaning on his back with her head.

"You could stay, just this time." She tries to convince him.

"You know I never stay the night. Be good and go back to sleep." He dismissed her to no avail.

"It's okay, we don't have to fuck again. We could..."

"That's what we do, Janine we're not lovers." He interrupts her.

" I know but, why call me if you don't fuck me?"

"I didn't call you this week. You decided to come here by yourself." He sounds bothered.

"Can you remember me your whore calendar? When is the day you fuck the French girls, when is the day you fuck the Japanese ones, when is the day you fuck me?" She sounds irritated but she tries to play it cool.

"Janine, calm down, alright?!" He raises his voice slightly.

"The girl that was in your car, did you fuck her?" She's referring to me. My heart beats really fast, and I take a step back, hoping that none of them can see me.

"What?!"

"She's really pretty. You couldn't keep your eyes to yourself when she went back inside, I mean, I understand you her ass was jiggling while she was walking. You like innocent looking ones, don't you?!"

What did she just say?! Why do I have to be tied up in matters that I want no business being in?!

"What does she have to do with all of this?" On of his hands passes through his hair.

"You called her name while fucking me. And I know it because I know all you other girls and none of them is called-" He interrups her again.

"Would you lower your voice?!"

"Don't you think that's unfair to me? Didn't I keep you company when your wife left you? Have a little bit of respect!" She scoffs and puts quickly something on before running down the stairs.

Ari puts his hands in his hair and looks stressed.

I head back to my room. I don't know what to think.

Lately, the days have passed quickly, and the art expo is today. I haven't seen Ari in a while, and Ntabi has been really busy at the reserve. I finished my book and headed downtown to buy a new dress, but I don't know if I wanna go to the museum or stay in my room.

It's three p.m. my land-line rings, and I lazily answer. It's Ntabi asking me if I can get ready in five to go to the art expo. She also informs me that Ari gave her his ticket.

Why would he do something like that? I don't care, I don't wanna know. Maybe 'one of his girls' is coming over.

The art exhibition is amazing, something I've never seen before and definitely out of the eurocentric conception of the idea of timeless and impactfful. We have the opportunity to meet some of the artists and spend some words with them. I come to find out that one of them, Ntaka, is Ntabi's twin brother. Ntaka creates art to concretize some of the dreams he has. His statues are captivating and out of this world. It's easy to read the influence of Dalí and Jean-Michele Basquiat and of his own beautiful country that keeps on amazing me day after day.

After the exhibit, we head to the hotel. Ari's hotel offered the opportunity to hold the after exhibit party, but he's nowhere to be found.

A young man takes the opportunity to talk on his behalf, adding that ' Mr. Levinson will join us later on this even'.

"He's probably at the village." Ntabi tells her twin brother.

"Baba told me they're building a new hospital, but the French have their mines not far from the village. Ari will definitely stand up against the new coloniasts." Ntaka deeply admires Ari.

"Shame he didn't want to come to the exhibit. He must have been tired after fighting with his woman all night." Ntabi shakes her head in disapproval. So that's it, he didn't want to come with me. After all, I was the reason he fought with 'his woman' some nights ago. Didn't hear them fight last night, I fell asleep pretty quickly, though.

"Which one?" Siddarth inserts himself into the conversation and hugs Ntabi from behind. They hug, and I say hi to him, too, just like Ntaka.

So it's all an open secret. Ari's got many women, like a harem of women ready to please him.

"I'll go take a glass of champagne." I need to breathe, I shouldn't get worked up by all of this. Why do I even care about what or who he does. I should focus on keeping my shit together in my own life instead of other people's.

As I think about stopping to think, I suddenly bump into someone.

Fuck my life.

I don't even recognise him dressed in an elegant tuxedo. He looks really good in it and blue is definitely his colour, and...his eyes... and his pink lips... and...

"Duchess." He looks surprised, too. Why does he have to smell this good all the time? I get back to my composure. I can't let this man have his way with me.

"Next time, if you don't want to come with me, be man enough to tell me yourself." I bark irritated. I can't believe these words just exited my mouth. But it's what I think.

"It's not like that. I had a few things to take care of." Janine, gets close and caresses his arm.

"I see, and I've heard." I head back to Ntabi and the others.

"Ari, it's show time." She seductively says to him.

I just hope this night is not ruined, but as Ari gets on the stage, I just can't take it anymore and head out.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[ariesgamesandminis]

A long overdue "New Site" update…it's a little long, but PLEASE READ IT, plus there is a double surprise buried in the post. Consider it a little bit of a treasure hunt to make you read!

First up…to those out in Nebraska with that tornado, my thoughts are with you all.

Sorry to everyone on the delay with an update, I've been VERY hard at work migrating everything I could over to the new site, and sadly…there were migration issues which I expected there would be, but not the amount, or the errors. I tend to be a bit overly anal with how I want things done, how I want them to work and be presented to the customer, and as such…I keep finding little things here & there I don't like and want changed. Either I can change it or I need whomever on the support team to change it, and due to that, sometimes it just takes a little bit longer. So while I wait…I search for bugs, and I squash them. I'm one of those…let's make it better than 100% kinda guys.

ANYWAYS…I wanted to let you all know, as I said previously, we are very close to launching, and there are a few things to be aware of!!!

When we launch, I will simply take down the blocked landing page you currently cannot get past, and I will not announce it because when I do…I'll be sending out account activation emails first. PLEASE WAIT FOR YOUR ACCOUNT ACTIVATION EMAIL!!! This will be an automated send, I just click a button and it will send out batches of emails for me. The problem here is that I have almost 10,000 customers currently (this fact blew me away, but some them I think are fake accounts and some have never purchased anything for whatever reason)…this process will take a while to happen!!! It might be a day, it might be two days, just please wait otherwise you will have issues logging in.

While I was able to import 100% of the customer accounts, I was NOT able to import about 90% of the addresses. This is due to multiple accounts having 5 or more addresses listed as ship-to listings due to moving around the country, being stationed overseas in the military, etc. For sanity reasons, I did not pick an address to import as most would likely be the wrong one…but that won't stop you from checking out. Just fill in your address when you check out, it's that simple.

Again…as we have posted before, we COULD NOT migrate your Wishlist (items you saved in a list you want to purchase later on), and we COULD NOT migrate your Waislist (items that were out of stock at the time and you would get an email when they were restocked).

The Wishlists were just S.O.L. for exporting data. Nothing I could do there.

The Waitlist for Back In Stock Notifications however…I was able to export, but there is no way to import that data, and as such, I have a file with over 700 entries on it, so I would HIHGLY suggest if you had something you were signed up for to be notified when it comes back in stock…EMAIL ME so I can send you the list. There's too many people on the list to email them all out, it would cause everyone's email servers to mark me as a spam bot and then you'd never see the store emails.

During this migration, we've received the 4 NEW releases from Iron Wind Metals which are the new Rifleman, Archer, Night Gyr, and Jade Phoenis A variant as well as a full restock on Iron Wind Metals miniatures, 2 restocks on Catalyst Game Labs including Clan Invasion Salvage Boxes, The Army Painter which included restocks on the brand new Fanatics line of paints, Gale Force Nine including the new Atlean Steppes bundle from Thunderhead Studio, some Pokemon items, and various other pieces.

We've also got 4 whole new lines showing up! 2 of which are ALREADY STOCKED RIGHT NOW (one has been requested over and over and I'm going against my better judgement in expanding this section of the store, so we shall see how that goes), another will hopefully be stocked in the next 2-4 weeks…and the other about 2 months from now!

The past shipping issues of the US Postal Service and UPS overquoting SEEM to be gone. I've tested this EXTENSIVELY and after roughly 10 years of dealing with that, and being stuck in the middle of those services blaming the shopping software and then the shopping software blaming those services…I just cannot be happier to move on from that problem. It was a MASSIVE pain in the butt, and I'm happy to have that behind me. However I will say this, I did do some tweaking to the shipping system on the new site which may, or may not need to be reverted. Only time will tell as more orders come in, but my testing says it's solid…but customers always find a way to make me pull what's left of my hair out as they submit an order I never thought possible! LOL

Local Pickup is now an option for ALL U.S. based customers…so if happen to be traveling from California and are passing through Kenosha WI…we can accommodate that, but as with the previous system, we will email you to arrange a time & date that works for all of us!

U.K. customers…sorry, but you guys still have to get past that dollar threshold to have shipping options show up. My best advice as always…DO GROUP PURCHASES!!!

Germany…yes, I know, you're still starving for stuff. I'm working on it, but it's not easy due to language barriers with companies out that way…but yes, I'M WORKING ON IT!!!

Lastly, and this is a recent development, we will be expanding our offerings of Digital STL files! We are going to do a little expansion there, just to see how it works out. This was literally a "just last week" thing, which I'm working on the interface now for and that pushed things back a day or two, so sorry on that. More on this in the coming weeks.

With all that said…we plan to open in the next couple days (best case scenario), and start those account activation emails rolling out. So keep an eye out on your emails!!!

[oh-my-may]

I finally got around to play Cosmo Canyon! Took me a while to get there bc family stuff and i was feeling a bit under the weather some days, but today I'll finish the protorelic quest and then do the side quests and that was it for Cosmo Canyon...

Thoughts on story: RED (or should I say Nanaki?) IS SO CUTE LEGIT A TEENAGE BOY TRYING TO PASS AS AN ADULT MAN the way I was hollering. The city is beautiful and very huge... Felt very overwhelmed when I first got there. Generally loved the focus on Red, had lots of questions about him originally. Now I wonder how old his kind can get if he's like 15 in human years but actually 48... huh. The story with his parents is pretty basic i guess? Didn't really blow me away, i could see the turning point coming from a mile away but it was very sweet nonetheless. Really enjoyed the gameplay during the trial, the Gi enemies WERE SO COOL. Also loved that we could scale walls with Red, I wish we could do that in the open world... The final boss almost kicked my ass because I'm not used to playing Barrett and Red actively, BUT THEY SLAYED. Shoutout to Titan, homeboy always comes through for me. Also couldn't help but be reminded of Genshin's Misty Dungeon event during the trial. And the mines of Moria. My weird interests meet in the most unusual of circumstances sometimes. My brain does that occasionally.

Also, the Gi Nantaak first scared the shit out of me. Then he kinda reminded me of Vision (you know, from Marvel) but that also wore off. The random sequence with Zack almost made me cry again. Whenever I see him on screen something just urges me to. Him and Biggs also looked so damn good during that entire scene I took so many screenshots 😭 I'm still so confused tho... Biggs ended up in Zack's timeline because of the Whispers/ the Wind for whatever reason? Really have no clue where they're going to take this part of the story, I just know it's going to hurt me so bad in the end.

I also let out an audible ' Hear me out' when they showed Seto... I'm not sorry.

On the exploration side of things... The flying chocobos are so confusing to me, I started the chocobo quest right as I landed in Cosmo Canyon and I immediately failed the first part because the controls as you fly are just??? Therefore everything that was placed so that you could only reach it through flying was a bit of a pain at first. I figured it out eventually, but i still haven't continued that quest... Also saw a bunch of people complain about this so at least I'm not the only one struggling lol.

Everything Else was very enjoyable tho. Go to explore team was Cloud, Aerith and Cait Sith this time and I gotta say Cait's Moogle Magic skill is busted I was so surprised when a full ass Ifrit suddenly stood on the field 😭 Bahamut Arisen was a surprisingly quick clear after I got all the Intel, Tifa just died in like the last minute. A worthy sacrifice tho. Immediately tried Bahamut while beating the Jabberwock, huge Dragon Battle was crazy insane to watch. He's busted. Put him on Cait for now.

I haven't finished the protorelic quest yet, but I didn't expect it to have this much lore right from the get go... So you're telling me Wedge is dead in Cloud's timeline???? Just like that?? The whispers killed him? MY BOY. Also Yuffie's friends (?) - the NPC's for that quest - immediately reminded me of Bella's High School friends in Twilight 😭💀 They just look like they belong in these movies idk

Now I wonder if the last two parts of the protorelic quest are gonna be as much a pain in the ass as Fort Condor was... I managed to clear the first two stages quite quickly so I hope it's gonna be okay with the AI helping me for the configuration part...

So that's that! Will definitely finish Cosmo Canyon tonight and then maybe start Chapter 11... Just a few more steps until meeting Vincent. Heard Chapter 11 was quite long so it'll probably take me the whole weekend to finish next to work and all. My goal of finising this game before easter is probably gonna be left unfulfilled... But I'd rather take my time.

Will add screenshots to this post after I get home from work!

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

have you ever thought abt a tanyame genshin au ?

oh BOY have i ever!!!!! i have a few wips of genshin au ayame written already since i got onto an unplanned hiatus (but the return is planned! it's just that life has gotten a bit hectic for me right now) but i won't be posting them any time soon.

but genshin au!!!! yeah!!!!!!!

i actually have two and i love infodumpinging about both teehee

kamisato clan retainer au

- ayame is a distant cousin of ayato and ayaka! a kamisato daughter married a higuchi son generations ago and as a result, the two families have always had strong ties. ayato and ayaka call ayame their cousin, but after all those centuries, the relation is tenuous at best.

- also ayame is older than ayato. don't ask me how many years, she just is

- but since ayato is the young master, he and ayame just speak to each other casually.

- ayaka calls ayame 'ayame-neesan' tho, so cute!

- when ayame is about sixteen, she goes to sumeru to study at the akademiya. this is efore the sakoku decree, but everyone can tell the wind is already changing in inazuma. she has to leave for the akademiya not long after ayato and ayaka's father passes, and she and thoma are friends!

- she never graduates tho

- after two years, she returns to inazuma to become ayato's retainer

- ayame and thoma are both the chief retainers. ayame has a more... intimidating presence than thoma tho, since she's in charge of the shuumatsuban with him. ayato doesn't need a bodyguard, but ayame is basically known as his most loyal guard dog anyway

- despite being ayato's personal retainer, she's actually from watatsumi island

- actually, ayame, tanjirou, zenitsu and inosuke are all native to watatsumi island!

- the higuchis did relocate to narukami island for a time - about the same time the kamisato clan was starting to decline. this means the kamados did the same, since u can't have a blacksmith without the charcoal burners close by

- when the sakoku decree is in full effect, the higuchis and kamados relocate back to watatsumi island

- yes, i'm saying that ayame stayed in inazuma city while tanjirou went back to watatsumi island 🥺 without ayame 😭 😭 😭

- ayame has a cryo vision. it appeared while she was at the akademiya, torn between her duties to the kamisato clan and her own personal goal of graduating as one of haravatat's brightest students

- (she also ended up dating alhaitham during that time, but that's a story for another time)

- as they grow up, tanyame kind of get into a big fight tho

- it has everything to do with ayame's loyalty to the shogunate even in the face of the vision hunt decree

- and also the fact that tanjirou joined sangonomiya's army and tried to get ayame to do the same, but she can't because she's a retainer of the kamisato clan

- think tanjirou's passive aggressive letters from fracture but over the span of years instead of weeks

- don't worry, they make up eventually. it's tanyame, after all

- but only around the time raiden shogun sees the error of her ways

- ayame, tanjirou, zenitsu and inosuke know gorou tho! inosuke and gorou are feral lil besties and zenitsu Suffers™️

- sorry zenitsu

- by the time genshin canon comes around, ayame, tanjirou and inosuke are about twenty-seven. zenitsu is twenty-eight.

- wow they're all adults fksnsksk

- ayame wears a navy blue kimono with white seigaiha and black tights. she has her katana - made by otouchan and niichan - on her left hip, and her cryo vision hangs off her sageo. her hair is in a half ponytail, but held up by a tama kanzashi with the kamksato emblem hanging from it. i haven't thought much of her outfit beyond that though. oh! and of course she has her pouch fixed to her obi!

- and here's a lil wip of retainer au under the cut!

"Not here," Ayame said sharply. "Inside. Now."

Thoma followed her without hesitation, throwing an apologetic grin over his shoulder. She was always so testy when there was danger afoot.

The moment the door of the Teahouse shut behind Aether and Paimon, Ayame spun around and delivered a kick – right to Thoma's ass.

He stumbled forward with a yelp, grunting when she kicked out the back of his knees. He landed with a groan, head snapping forward as she dealt a tight slap to the back of his head.

"Thoma," she growled.

Paimon clung to Aether, whose sword materialised in his hand.

"Step back," Aether commanded.

Ayame held up her hands in a non-threatening gesture, the sleeves of her cloak dropping down to her elbows to reveal her kimono.

"It's fine," Thoma yelped, a hand pressed to the back of his aching head. "It's fine. It's Ayame. She's one of us."

Ayame threw her hood back, blue eyes cool as they landed on the traveller.

"Outlander," she said coldly, "you've put my fellow retainer in quite the bind."

Thoma chuckled, shutting up when she smacked his shoulder.

"Fellow retainer…?" Aether repeated slowly.

Ayame mustered her composure and bowed stiffly. "I'm Higuchi Ayame, chief retainer of the Kamisato Clan and personal attendant to the Yashiro Commissioner."

Paimon gasped, hands pressed to her gaping mouth. "The Hammer!"

Ayame twitched. She never did like that nickname.

"Yes," she grumbled. "I suppose that's what they call me."

Aether lowered his sword, then sent it away.

"You're… not quite what I expected," he said.

Ayame rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot."

She kicked the back of Thoma's knees once more when he tried to stand.

"I told you," she hissed, eyeing Aether angrily. "I told you! They can't get to the rest of us, so they went after you! Why don't you ever listen to me?"

Another swift thwack to the back of Thoma's head. Then another, and another.

Thoma let the first few blows rain down on him – he deserved that – but gripped her wrists when the blows lost momentum.

"It's fine, I'm fine," he soothed, slowly rising to his feet. "Everything worked out, hm?"

Ayame glared at him mutinously. "You're lucky Waka caught wind of what the Tenryou Commission was up to and had enough time to send me. If you'd just used your stupid head for once – "

"Maybe we should go," Paimon whispered loudly. "Paimon doesn't want to get in the middle of a lovers' quarrel."

Aether nodded. "Good point."

"And where do you think you're going?" Ayame snapped. "Stay. At least wait until the guards are more spread out."

"And don't call it a lovers' quarrel," added Thoma, releasing Ayame when it looked like she wasn't going to hit him anymore. "Ayame's already spoken for."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!"

Thoma grinned slyly. She hadn't said she wasn't spoken for.

"And I'm not spoken for. Quit telling people that."

Ah, foiled again.

harbinger au

- ahhhh the thing that started my genshin au kick

- higuchi ayame as the twelfth harbinger, codename: innamorati

- ayame has a pyro vision in this au, but with a cryo delusion hiding behind it

- as the lowest-ranking harbinger, she's often sent out of snezhnaya with tartaglia

- ayame and tartaglia are friends, although they would both hesitate to say so. they spend a lot of time together, and they spar often. it's rare to see one without the other

- ayame is the only harbinger who isn't given a new name by the tsaritsa. it's both a gift and a curse; the atrocities she commits as a harbinger can never be severed from her name. ayame knows that this is the tsaritsa's way of keeping her in line

- ayame still wears seigaiha, but the pattern has been dyed black and is almost indistinguishable from the dark blue base. she wears it as a haori and a coat, so there's fur lining the collar of her haori. her pyro vision is clipped to the breast of her customised fatui uniform, almost like a medal of honour. her hair is in a half ponytail, but there is a streak of white hair from her left temple - evidence from using her cryo delusion

- ayame and thoma still end up friends somehow. mainly because ayame's loyalty is still to inazuma, and thoma believes that her actions are still obscuring her loyalty to her homeland. he's the one who feeds her information about the inner workings of inazuma. there's a whole thing where ayato finds out about one of their meetings and ayame has to beat thoma up a little so ayato will believe that thoma gave her information under duress

- at some point, she holds her katana to thima's throat. she's so cool.......

[koofishy]

Happy Little Accident (I'm glad I met you)

(vmin au fanfic)

"Hyung!"

Some people turned at the shout, but most of them, like Jimin, kept walking, unbothered.

Maybe if the person had been yelling for a different reason, he would have stopped to see if any help was needed, but this guy just seemed to be trying to alert a friend, and that was none of Jimin's business.

And anyway, he was kind of late to his dance class, so. No stopping for random shouting dudes.

He rounded a corner and pulled his beanie lower on his head as a gust of wind hit him, making a shiver run down his spine. Wasn't Spring supposed to be warmer??

"Hyung!"

The guy was still at it? Who was he even shouting at??

At that point, the only possible answer to that question seemed to be someone with hearing difficulties, because one thing was for sure, the guy was equipped with the lungs of a whale. The whole street was echoing from his loud, deep voice.

"Hyung!!"

Just when Jimin was starting to have enough of the commotion and was searching for his earbuds in his pocket, he heard quickly approaching footsteps from behind. Someone was running in his direction.

With a mix of curiousity and annoyance, Jimin turned around to see for himself who on Earth was this person wrecking havoc on such a chilly, but otherwise very nice afternoon.

But the only thing he could make out was a tall blob of curly hair and brown clothes, before he was ambushed, the body of the stranger hitting him with full force, sending him to the ground with a painful thud.

Jimin lay on his back on the cold, hard sidewalk, the clouds on the sky above him looking down at him pitifully.

What just happened...

The guy, quite literally on top of Jimin, propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at him with a-

With a fucking pout??

"Yoongi hyung, why didn't you stop when I-"

He paused abruptly, mouth still open, eyes widening in shock, as he took in Jimin's utter confusion and slightly disheveled state.

He had a very symmetrical face, Jimin's brain noted for some reason. Very symmetrical, framed by curly, brownish hair, like a poodle's fur.

"You're not Yoongi hyung," the guy concluded after a moment, brown eyes still as huge as saucers.

"I'm not," Jimin replied, voice still a bit frail from the impact of hitting the ground. He felt like he hit his head too, otherwise he wouldn't have been stuck on how unique the dude's lip shape looked.

"Shit," said the unique lips, and Jimin snapped his gaze back to the brown eyes instead, that seemed more appropriate. "I am so sorry, oh my god! Are you okay?"

"Uh," Jimin said cleverly. "I think so?"

The guy got off of him and sat on the ground, looking at Jimin with gaze full of concern and a hint of embarrassement. Jimin sat up and touched his forehead, still trying to comprehend the situation. It's not every day you get hit by the most beautiful person you've ever seen.

"Does your head hurt?," the man asked, deep voice sounding worried, as he looked Jimin up and down. For injuries, presumably. "Is your vision blurry? How many fingers am I holding up?, " he shoved four long fingers in Jimin's face, almost pushing him back down again with the sudden movement. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I'm okay, nothing's hurt!," Jimin waved his hand in dismissal, trying to calm the dude who was apologizing over and over again.

Jimin wasn't lying, he was used to falling. He was a dancer after all, for heaven's sake. He was just surprised by the sudden attack.

He told that to the man as well, who seemed to settle a bit at that.

"Still, I'm very sorry," he said, just to be sure. "I thought you were my friend, he has the exact same beanie as you!," he explained, pointing to the black fabric covering Jimin's head. Then, he bit his lip in hesitation, which made it a little hard for Jimin to stay focused on what he was saying. "To be honest, I'm new to the city, and I got so happy when I thought I saw my hyung that I forgot about everything else."

Now that activated Jimin's mother hen instincts immediately. This poor soul, lost in the big city of Seoul, all by himself...

"Where are you from?," Jimin asked, crossing his legs to sit more comfortably. The guy mirrored his movements, so that they were sitting face-to-face.

"I'm from Daegu," he smiled, his pretty lips forming a boxy shape. Jimin should have known from the dialect. "Well, more like, from a farm near Daegu," he corrected, making Jimin's eyes widen.

"You live on a farm?"

"Something like that, yeah," the guy scartched the back of his neck shyly. Jimin smiled at him.

"That's so cool. But I suppose it must have been a big change, moving here," he said, and the man nodded, something like relief sagging his shoulders at Jimin's understanding tone. "It was for me, too. I'm from Busan, I moved here three years ago", Jimin let a bit of his, nowadays rarely used, dialect seep into his sentence, making the guy smile at him, eyes twinkling.

"I've never been to Busan, but I've heard the ocean is beautiful," the guy said, and at that, Jimin pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed him the lockscreen.

A photo taken by his mother a few months back, when he visited home; him and his brother fooling around on the beach, the beams of the setting sun dancing on the waves, making the whole ocean sparkle, and painting the sky in purple, orange and red hues.

The guy made a low whistle.

"Wow. That really is breathtaking."

"It's not always like this, but yeah, it's nice," agreed Jimin. "Do you have pics from home? If you don't mind, of course, I don't mean to be nosy."

The guy pulled out his phone without a word, pressed a few things on the screen, and then Jimin came face-to-face with the cutest little Pomeranian he had ever seen.

"Oh my gosh!"

"His name is Yeontan," the guy explained, showing more photos of the little puppy, some of them featuring himself too. "He's back at home right now, but I'm planning on bringing him here when I get acclimatized to the place."

"He's adorable," Jimin commented.

"He is," the guy put his phone away. "Other than him, I could also show you pictures of chicken and geese, but I doubt that would be very interesting."

Jimin raised his eyebrows.

"Try me."

The dude looked at him a bit sceptically, but got out his phone again.

"Alright... This is Josephine," he showed Jimin a picture of a brownish hen. "She is the kindest of the bunch, she has only pecked me twice, and both was deserved. The others are reincarnates of satan, but in a lovable way."

They sat there for who knows how long, as the dude introduced to Jimin all twenty-five chickens on his farm, going into great detail about each of them. He talked in such an immersing manner, Jimin found himself clinging to every word, enjoying every second of the presentation. He also asked Jimin questions, mostly about animals, but as their conversation progressed, about other things as well, like his favourite type of music, and what hair style he preferred.

As the topic of dancing came up, however, Jimin's blood went cold.

"Shit," he exclaimed, glancing at the time on his phone. "Fuck, I'm so dead."

"What happened?," asked the guy, concern evident on his features.

"I'm late for practice. Again," Jimin put his head into his hands in distress. "My teacher's gonna kill me."

And he can't just tell her he was late because he was sitting on the sidewalk, looking at photos of chicken for half an hour with some hot dude he just met and doesn't even know the name of.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, this is all my fault!," the man said, a pout on his lips. But before Jimin could disagree, because actually, it was him who started the conversation, the dude's eyes glinted and he held up a finger.

"Hey, what if I go with you and explain to your teacher that you were late because of me? I have very convincing puppy eyes, they'll stand no chance against them," he offered, and Jimin had no doubts about that, but still tried to refuse. "Oh come on! I don't have anything better to do!"

"Anything's better than arguing with my dance instructor," Jimin muttered.

At that, the guy looked at him in the eye, gaze deep, making Jimin stop his agonizing and stare back at him, heart jumping into his throat for some reason.

"Then, think of it as me wanting to keep being around you. Because that's what it actually is," the guy confessed, making Jimin's eyes widen. "I really liked talking with you, and, if you don't mind, I would love to keep in touch and meet up with you again, as soon as possible. Maybe in a less chaotic way next time," he smiled, charming and bashful. Jimin could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He must be completely red.

"I'd love that," he managed to say, and the man's smiled widened at that. Jimin couldn't help but mirror it.

After that, they finally got up from the pavement, the guy offering a helping hand to Jimin which he accepted shyly. The man didn't let go of him even when they were standing.

"I haven't even introduced myself, how rude of me," he squeezed Jimin's fingers in his huge grasp. "My name's Taehyung."

Jimin smiled at him, cheeks pink like cherry blossoms.

"Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Jimin."

Taehyung's kind eyes were twinkling with happiness, and Jimin had never been more glad the Spring decided to get a little colder that day, making him wear a beanie, and, ultimately, leading him to this man, who seemed just as, if not more beautiful inside, than he was outside.

Even if all of this happened by accident.

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