#a huge hit at parties and easy to learn so you can get a whole line going!

[once-delight]

Well, Armand would obviously do the microwave.

If Loustat, Armandaniel (young Daniel), and Claudeleine went clubbing during the 2000s-2020s what popular dances could you see them doing? Armand and Madeleine I couldn’t picture doing any of the popular dances. If it were a ballroom dance or Latin dance sure, but just freestyling idk. We know Louis can get down so I bet he’d know nearly everything and Daniel would be doing those Fortnite dances. Claudia would probably know all of Beyoncé and the other female pop artists’ choreography and be a kpop fan so I could see her ending up in the middle of a dance circle at some point. Lestat being the performer he is would definitely have some go to moves and if there were a pole I could see him giving a whole performance.

I’m curious about what you guys think bc everyone’s perceptions of the characters are different and it would be fun to see what other fans think.

[90ekz]

do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

NSFW

lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Including Real Celebrities (2) Masterlist

part one

Close to Bad Decisions (ao3) - phangelica

Summary: Dan leaves Phil alone at a party and Phil accidentally gets too drunk when Chris Hemsworth hits on him.

fall without a sound (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Dan hates The Space™.

for she had eyes (and chose me) (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: And because Phil is so much more honest, a whole lot more delirious in love and unashamed to show it; privately to an audience of one, “I miss you. So much.”

Or, five days without Phil.

full speed, swerve off track (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary; Nick Jonas tells his fiancé about the time he had a crush on YouTuber, Dan Howell.

Golden Morning (ao3) - internetakeover (nymhciv)

Summary: The morning after Dan and Phil win the Golden Headphones they wake up on Nick Grimshaw’s couch, and find themselves lacking both the restraint and motivation to hide their relationship.

How I Met My Boyfriend on Queer Eye (warning: super gay) (ao3) - danhoweiis, twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: au where dan is a hero on queer eye and accidentally falls in love with one phil lester

If My Complaints Could Passions Move (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan, Phil, Louis and Harry have a fanfiction club. Everything is great.

It’s a Joke (don’t hurt me) (ao3) - Bandom_Squirrel

Summary: Based on this conversation I had with my friend:

“The last two men in your camera roll are your dads.”

“That would be Dan Howell and Mikey Way. I guess Phil has been replaced.”

“No, it’s like a four-way between Dan and Phil and Mikey and Pete.”

“I don’t think the timeline of that works out.”

“Shh, it’s an AU. Hence the mpreg.”

“Ah, I’m gonna go write that now.”

Of Paparazzi and Succulents (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Actor!Dan is running away from a mob of fans when he runs into a flower shop. There, he meets a quirky florist who has an absurd liking towards succulents, seeming to think they have feelings of their own.

Party Poison (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Dan and Phil get a bit too drunk during a party...

...the next morning it bites them on the arse.

Realized I Can't Not Be with You (ao3) - whoops_ima_dannie

Summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

Remember, Everything Will Be Alright (ao3) - luvliv2004

Summary: Dan's life is forever changed when his plan to have a child at the same time as his best friend Harry goes awry. The community Dan finds in his newlywed husband Phil along with Harry and his boyfriend Louis is what gets him through his roughest holiday yet.

save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: It’s not like Dan imagined his life to be at twenty. He was an aspiring lawyer, (though he’d prefer actor, if everything were ideal). He was to have the life of a normal student, balancing partying, and studying--learning new things and meeting new people. He kind of does the latter part, but just not exactly how he’d expected.

or the one where Dan is a first-class thief, Phil isn't opposed to violence and they try to survive

stars guide the way (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: Dan and Phil meet new friends at the Star Wars premiere that make them a bit less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

The birth of a phangirl (ao3) - dodo3000

Summary: One time during the radio show Dan seemed to be kind of mad, and my mind just went from there haha! And I am obsessed with Jameela Jamil, she's just so awesome.

The Curiosity of Dan Howell (ao3) - Raven052

Summary: Well... What can I say?

Dan got curious...

The Human Requirement to Breathe (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: It’s a difficult life for Dan. Being famous and recognisable isn’t easy when you’re walking through a crowd of people… especially when you’re claustrophobic. Phil runs a coffee shop and an unusual customer ends up meaning more to him than he ever expected.

There's no way you can change the rolling tide (ao3) - rollingtide

Summary: ”Phil threw his head back laughing. And Dan felt a huge urge to kiss him, which made him feel a little bit taken back. In his 23 years on earth he had met many gorgeous men whom he had felt attracted to. But never had he felt like he needed to kiss anyone before. And he couldn’t pinpoint what the difference with Phil was.”

or

A famous/non-famous AU where Dan is hopeless and Phil can’t make coffee for shit.

Xmas Day (ao3) - luvliv2004

Summary: Dan's life is forever changed when his plan to have a child at the same time as his best friend Harry goes awry. The community Dan finds in his newlywed husband Phil along with Harry and his boyfriend Louis is what gets him through his roughest holiday yet.

"We are Too" (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Pete, Patrick, Dan, and Phil are all in an elevator and some secrets spill out.

You're The Only Thing I'll Never Let Go (ao3) - makingdemands

Summary: 5 times Phil Lester was Absolutely Not Jealous, and Dan was distressed over it because his relationship with Phil is and always will be #Complicated.

[artbyrobot]

Windows vs Linux

A colleague of mine asked why I'm using Windows for the robot's brains instead of Linux. Well, in my experience, if you set a program on windows to real-time priority or even above normal priority, it will give most of the processor over to that process and act like a real time operating system. So whatever "bloat" windows may have of background processes is quite cleared up by that. Also, IMO the background processes of windows don't take up that much processor and with multi-core processors and distributed processing any background tasks just won't impact performance much at all IMO. So performance-wise the hit is negligible and unnoticeable IMO. Then comes the upsides (since the downsides were nearly imperceivable). The upsides are I already have many years of experience working with windows API and can reuse the existing code I have developed for AI on Windows. That's a huge advantage so I'm not working from scratch. Also, loads of 3rd party programs and libraries that are well supported run on windows - moreso even than Linux I believe. So I would have easy access to tools. I also own a lot of 3rd party software that is paid software that run on Windows (and may not run on Linux) that the robot can then utilize as tools. Also, troubleshooting operating system problems and knowing common causes is a big deal at times and I have decades of doing so on Windows so that I know it like the back of my hand and can easily fix problems. So that is huge too. So if you are working on a SUPER resource constrained slow single core computer, sure, maybe Linux. But if you have a multi-core higher end gaming pc in the robot's chest, it has WAY more than enough power to run Windows without taking any noticeable hit in performance and one should use windows if they have more experience or exclusive experience with windows rather than attempt to learn a whole new operating system for no good reason IMO.

Oh yeah, one more thing: while testing the AI, I’ll be using it on my personal desktop PC which will act kind of like Siri as I’m training it. My PC is Windows. So if I were to develop the AI for Linux, I’d have to also train it on Linux rather than windows so I couldn’t use it on my personal PC unless I used a virtual machine or something. Basically, I want the AI listening to me and watching me at all times when I’m using the computer and learning about me that way and learning in general that way. It would be getting to know me silently but also possibly speaking to me at times or asking me questions about what I’m doing. I would also want it to be able to interface with any programs I’m using on my personal PC to assist me in whatever ways. So even if it were on a sandbox virtual machine that would then lock it out from helping me on windows doing whatever tasks I’m doing and being interactive with me in that way. That would not be ideal.

[dastardly-ethereal-love]

So David interviews Michael on his podcast and I loved the whole thing but especially the end…

He quotes T S Elliott’s words ‘these fragments I have shored against my ruin’ and he talks about how life is hard and as you get older you realise the importance of finding things, fragments that bring you joy and hold them close to you.

I feel like Good Omens, this fandom and our ineffable husbands have been such a huge part of what has kept me afloat lately.

It’s an easy dopamine hit which then takes me to the next and then the next. It makes me appreciate that I can still feel happiness and that I want it! I want to experience all of life’s goodness! So I take myself to plays and invite friends along with me. I take myself to art galleries and then invite friends along. I go on bush walks and then invite friends too. Haha I drive down to Dural and eat delicious French crepes and bask under trees and enjoy just being in a new place in the sunshine. I listen to music and find pieces of them in songs that break my heart and fill my heart with joy. I particularly am surprised at how easy it has been to invite people into my life in this way and then to be invited into theirs now… so I went to a dinner party last week with Nesha and this week I’m going out to dinner with Anna. I’m just way more open than I used to be when I was married… losing that relationship has meant I’m way more open to good things and good things from the many good people who are around me.

When I lost my marriage and had a miscarriage within the same week… I thought life was pretty much over. I ended up in hospital for 3 days to give myself space to sort out my head. In October that will have been 2 years ago. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year and a half since he left. I thought afterward that I wanted to sort all of Tom’s stuff and set it aside… just wanted to have our house reflect the fact that it wasn’t our house anymore. My therapist said there was no rush. It’s still no rush and I’ve let Tom put big art pieces in the garage to give Jacob and him more living space in their ‘cottage’. It’s been a much healthier process of slowly changing photos on the walls to reflect the passage of time. I’ve still got our wedding photos up though. I’m not ready to take those down because that really was one of the happiest days of my life. Haha Regardless of how it turned out. It gave us a beautiful son who has the biggest heart and most funny, creative mind. His dance moves these days bring me so much joy. :D

But I’m slowly sorting and changing my living space to reflect where I’m at now and I like it. I like that I can look after myself. I like that I haven’t been destroyed by this. I like that I have beautiful friends around me, lovely plants on my balcony and windowsills, can arrange Jacob’s toys in ways around the house that are functional and beautiful so that he can build and draw and create with everything he needs at his fingertips.

I am starting to feel like my place is getting back on track too in terms of me feeling at peace. I’ve had a bit more time at home lately with and without Jacob since school holidays were a week ago and I’m starting to remember that I love to embroider and do crafty stuff. I love selling stuff too on FB marketplace and seeing things I no longer need go to a good home. :D

I just fucking love life. I think I’m feeling a whole damn lot of contentment even if things are not perfect because I’m learning to damn well just enjoy the fucking moment and give up on perfect. I used to think my perfectionism wasn’t good for me but was worth it… but now I think that way lies burn out and madness. I’m enjoying finding a new way forward. :)

[wretcheddthing]

If ur looking for excuses to talk about Venali! What were her first impressions of her party members, and how has her opinion of each of them changed? (Gale especially!)

for u. from me. btw. besides the fact it's super thoughtful that you're asking about Ven unprompted, this is a FANTASTIC question

it's all going under the cut :) (also if you have any OCs from literally anything i'd love to hear about them !!! don't matter from what i'm curious about the things you like too <3)

In Order Of Meeting

Lae'zel She appreciated how direct Lae'zel is as soon as they met. No questions asked, they're in a situation and they need to get out of it. She appreciated the brevity and resourcefulness Lae'zel showed on the nautaloid. As she learned more about Lae'zel and eventually Vlaakith, she started to become kind of protective of her but in a subtle way. Sorta like, "Hey not to give you my two cents unprompted but I think probably this whole 'chosen by Vlaakith' thing may not be that good for you based on the whole. Everything about her." Was also SUPER flattered when Lae'zel came on to her because who doesn't love being hit on by a hot githyanki warrior, even if she did ultimately turn her down for the wizard. By end game, I think they're fairly close. Ven would kill and die for any of her friends, Lae'zel is no exception. She was so, so proud of Lae'zel when her quest was resolved and how much she'd learned and grown.

Shadowheart Ven fought demons trying not to pry into Shadowheart's past before she was ready to share. I mean, Ven has her own secrets. She didn't begrudge Shadowheart for having hers. She is very snoopy, though. She was touched when Shadowheart started to open up to her more, and learning her deal with Shar was pretty similar to learning about Lae'zel and Vlaakith. Like, "heyyyy worship who you like I'm not gonna judge but I think probably this is not beneficial to you in any way." and she was right. It honestly broke her heart seeing how all her friends displayed resolve because it never really helped any of them. She also completely ignores how her own resolve is detrimental to her, but she's very much a "do as I say, not as I do" person. Ending Shadowheart's quest hit hard for Ven if only because seeing the change in her as someone with a mission and little else to someone with some sense of self but no direction really started resonating as she started coming to terms with appreciating the magic she was given.

Gale

She likes Gale :)

She has a lot of experience with wizards and was ready to have the exact same annoying, ego-battle interaction with this one before she learned who he was. She was pretending to be a prodigy herself, so she certainly knew of Gale of Waterdeep, former chosen of Mystra. Ven isn't particularly religious herself, but of course has heard just about all she can about Mystra, good and bad. She already wasn't huge on the goddess because it seemed to her that she was just kind of a dick (based on stories told to her from people who weren't active worshipers - thank you Minsc for talking shit about her also. Ven agreed.) Learning of her relationship with Gale, the power imbalance of it all, and the lengths Gale felt he had to go to please her left a very bad taste in her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but be charmed by the guy, though. His hobbies are so domestic, it lines up with her interests Perfectly. He just also has a whole complex because he was groomed by an Actual Goddess since he was a young man. She was pretty quickly entranced by the passion he has for talking about his interests and honestly didn't have any problems helping him out with his little hunger problem because magical items are So easy to come by (also i know my playstyle well enough to pick and choose items i know will never be used. easy gale snacks). Plus, they're both huge history buffs - there is no shortage of topics for discussion between them. He also surprised her a bit with what he approves and disapproves of - his neutrality on some things aligned with hers in a way I personally didn't expect. She was already half in love with him by the time gandalf showed up to eat their cheese and tell gale to kill himself, but it Really solidified her beef with Mystra and want to stabilize Gale, both literally bc of the bomb in his chest, but also mentally. Like noooo don't kill yourself you're so hot (and also important to me) aha. When he chose her over the world at the end of Act 2, she really thought she'd marry him like right then. And Then he was like "oh hey, i can become god! wouldn't that be cool? to be god? i can probably do it better than the other gods." Man, if she weren't head over heels in love with him she would have been Way less tactful about calling him an idiot. She indulged him as far as she could without netting negative approval, but she really had to put her foot down when he started talking like it was a done deal. As far as Gale had helped her come to terms with her magic and its utility, even to some extension the beauty of it, she needed him to find the same appreciation in the mundane. And so they balanced each other out. I haven't actually finished Ven's game yet (i'm going to later tonight ;-;) but I DO know Gale will propose and she's going to accept. Without question. Just in time to see the new epilogue. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose it.

Astarion: She did NOT like that guy at first. Not because he's kind of an asshole just as a personality trait, but specifically because his first act toward her was an immediate betrayal (tricking her into thinking he needed help before pulling a dagger on her). Not! Cool! Sure, it was handled pretty quickly after that, but he was on thin ice for a while after. Granted, he didn't like her that much either because she kept offering to help people. She was very, Very distrustful when he tried hitting on her because as far as she knew, he couldn't stand her. It made no sense. I don't think there's a fleshed out convo for it, but Ven as a character would immediately see he's not being genuine and she also would Not appreciate the angle he was taking in trying to get her on his side. Learning his backstory changed things pretty quickly, though. She finally understood the motivation behind his previous actions and defended his autonomy at Every point she could. When he started being like "Hey so this ascension thing.... sounds pretty good for me! No downsides to that, I think" she was like. Hey what's the deal with all of my friends desperately wanting things that are actively bad for them? Sure I don't have a great sense of what's good for me either, but that's different. These guys are trying to kill themselves. In Gale's case literally. I think after dealing with Cazador, they had their first genuine heart-to-heart where they realize that there's no way they're getting rid of the other. They never become Super close, but by the end of the game there's an unspoken understanding that if one needs help, the other would come. They'll never be rid of the other. Silent ride or dies.

Wyll It's hard not to be immediately charmed by Wyll, and she didn't try to fight it. That guy is Dashing. Proficient duelist, superhero backstory, good with kids - what's not to like? He does unfortunately have the same problem as everyone else where he's resolute to a fault, but something she finds refreshing about him is that he is fully aware of this fact. He made his choice with Mizora, stands by it, and would do it again if he had to. Hell, he was punished severely for not killing Karlach and takes it in stride. He is the embodiment of a hero to the people, and she loves that about him. She just also wishes he would prioritize himself even once. Even One Time of his own volition. But since he wouldn't, she helped him shoulder some of that responsibility. She also really felt for him since her situation with magic-granting entities is very similar to that of a warlock. Since she has no easy way to control her issue, she vowed to help him with his. She talked him out of his pact with Mizora, Begging Wyll to trust that she wouldn't let his dad die as a result. And she didn't! She saved them both like she promised she would. She really loves the guy and just wishes the best for him going forward.

Karlach I will never make a character that hates Karlach becuase it is impossible for Me to hate her. Even in a pretend way. Besides, Karlach is another one of those characters it's So hard not to be charmed by. You get this whole impression that she's some murderous devil hellbent on destruction and then you actually meet her and she's just super funny and has such an upbeat physicality about her it's infectious. Ven isn't in love with the fact that Karlach would rather ignore the pressing issue of her heart exploding than think through her next steps, but she also can't fault her for wanting to live as much life with as little worry as possible given the whole Absolute thing. If only there were time to handle both with the appropriate care. Karlach's quest also hasn't been resolved yet bc. I haven't finished Ven's first playthrough, but I don't think she's gonna let her just die. Karlach doesn't deserve that. She actually stands out to Ven in that she needs to fortify her resolve to keep going. I think Ven will admire her greatly for that, despite feeling guilty that it's the only way to keep her alive. She'd wonder if she has the strength to accept her own issues the same way Karlach has.

Gonna go fast for the non-origins characters bc I just realized I wanna see the epilogue so so so so bad which means I’m about to do the final quest with Ven for the first time which is going to drive me up a wall.

She likes Halsin well enough but he had no lasting impression on her other than “man that dude is Huge”. Also she wasn’t as flattered by his interest in her as she was with Lae’zel, but it wasn’t outright insulting like with Astarion.

She really likes Jaheira and they keep up the playful ribbing dynamic throughout. I like to think Jaheira becomes Venali’s confidante. Someone she can go to for anything. Advice, to vent, someone to speak some sense into her. I also really like Jaheira. I really like Jaheira.

Ven also likes Minsc and talking to him leaves her in a better mood. If only bc he says something that no one else in the entire world would ever come up with organically and it makes her laugh.

And that’s what I got! For now! I’ll probably be posting more later tonight once I finish the game and see the epilogue. It might change me as a person.

Edit; I forgot about Minthara I didn’t get her in Ven’s first game but . I’m out of my mind about her so I’m also playing her in another playthrough and bc of patch 5 I’ll have a chance to recruit her for the first time! So thoughts on that Down The Line

[iamafanofcartoons]

Ruby: “Okay, so then we got on top of the train right? ‘Cause there’s no way we could leave the Grimm fighting to the train’s defenses and just those 2 huntsmen!”

Weiss: “Especially because, well, let’s just say they didn’t exactly inspire confidence when we first met them. And then their performance only confirmed our suspicions.”

Ruby: “Yeah, they weren’t too good, but we did awesome!  The things attacking the train were manticores and Sphinxes; a whole pack or swarm or. . . Penny what’s the correct term?”

Penny: “As they are flying Grimm, it would usually be considered a flock.”

Ruby: “A whole flock of them! I had never fought them before! Their huge fangs were so cool! They were. . . Just like this:”

Ruby, before Weiss can realize what she’s doing and stop her, puts chop sticks in her mouth

Ruby: “Like this: RAWR! I read they can go through a foot of steel!”

Weiss: “Ruby! We’ve all fought them before now and we’re in public! Where are your manners?”

Winter: “Hahaha. . . Weiss, you said that it was a pain to get Ruby through your Grimm studies class. She seems rather interested in them.”

Weiss: “Her interest is directly correlated to how cool it looks. Just try to get her to learn boarbatusk herding behavior.”

Penny: “Really that’s actually a rather fascinating thing!”

Ruby: Anyway back to the story! So: At first we could handle them pretty easy; I cut the first one down and in half with one swipe after it went past Yang and Blake!”

Weiss: “After which you decided was the perfect time to pose and taunt the Grimm. So I had to save your butt when one came from behind you.”

Ruby: “Hehe. . . I knew no matter what I would be fine because you were there! You always save me, all of us actually! Everyone owes you so much!”

Weiss: “Oh she’s exaggerating. We all always help each other when we can. . . You saved me right after that remember? There was a tunnel coming, and we were running back to the hatch, when I was hit by a fireball from one of the Grimm.”

Ruby: “And I grabbed you by the wrist and petal bursted you into the train! The red and blue spiral we made was so cool!”

Penny: “If you saved each other then it seems like you’re even one to one!”

Ruby: “Maybe if it was only that! But Weiss saved us all, and me specifically, a lot later too! Like when we were still on the train a fireball took out the tracks and Weiss’s glyphs made it so we didn’t crash as hard! She probably saved us all!”

Weiss: “I didn’t help that much; we still crashed.”

Winter: “A full train? That’s very powerful for your glyphs Weiss. I’m impressed.”

Weiss: “It was only a few empty cars because we had already detached most of it.”

Winter: “Still my point stands.”

Ruby: “And later when we were fighting Cordovian and her mech, sorry about the whole. . . All of that by the way,”

Winter: “You did what you had to. And anyway. . . And. . . Let’s say there’s a reason that woman is stationed where she is.”

Penny: “Even if you all collectively broke 137 laws and ordinances, which would result in almost assured life imprisonment if it was ever prosecuted.”

Weiss: “How very comforting.”

Ruby: “So anyway when she tried to blast us the canon on that thing, Weiss put up a rock wall and saved us from getting blasted!”

Winter: “Thats a rather high degree excessive force.”

Penny: “And against regulations for use of that machine.”

Weiss: “Thats what we were saying! Except the regulations part. But Ruby; before that you saved all of us from the apathy, terrible things by the way, they drain you like one of Father’s self promotion parties, with your eyes. And you almost stopped the leviathan.”

Ruby: “Sure, but against Cordovian she saved me from falling twice! And it was only with your lancer that I was able to do that! Admit it Weiss: you’re a life saver. Literally.”

Weiss: “Well, I cant exactly let you get hurt if I can avoid it, can I? I like all of us, but especially you too much.”

Ruby: “And I’ll always be thankful.”

Penny: “When we fought Cinder, Winter and I saved each other too!”

Ruby: “Ooo! Tell us! We haven’t heard enough about your fight!”

Weiss: “Yes, please do.”

Penny: “So when I was with Fria and. . . She was passing on. . . Cinder has gotten back inside because Fria wasn’t making a wall of cold anymore! She sent her Grimm arm towards us but Winter jump in and cut it off just in time!”

Winter: “And that’s how I got into the fight that almost, and would have, killed me you two not showed up; because by that time my aura was already broken. . . From when Penny saved me earlier. . .”

Weiss: “What happened?”

Winter: “Cinder pushes both me and Penny through the walls, so we were fighting in the air. Penny and Cinder can fly of course, so I was using my manticore summon,”

Ruby: “You have a manticore summon!? That’s so cool! Weiss you need to make one!”

Weiss: “SSSSHH!”

Winter: “We tried to double team her; flying at her from two directions. But she was smarter than I had hoped. . . When I was attacking alone she destroyed my summon with her swords, then sent a fireball to destroy my aura.”

Weiss: Gasp

Winter: “I would have assuredly fallen to my death below. . . But instead of following Cinder. . . Penny saved me.”

Penny: “Yet the first thing you did was scold me for it.”

Winter: “I thought we may have just lost everything to Cinder. . . In that case my life really doesn’t matter.”

Penny, putting her hand over Winter’s: “Winter, I said this back then, and I mean it maybe even more now: you’re life does matter. At least to me. And it always will.”

Winter looked at Penny, who’s green eyes stared back. Sometimes she would forget that Penny was technically a machine; because she could see what was behind all of the sensors and cameras

A soul

A soul that really did love her. And one she loved back

Leaning forward, she was reminded yet again how human Penny’s lips were too

Ruby, staring at this adorable display: “. . . Weiss. . . Remember how we said we’d thank each other later, on the train?”

Weiss, a little uncomfortable at her sister making out in front of her: “Y-Yeah, I do. Why-“

Ruby takes a soft hold of Weiss, and looks into her eyes for a second. Before closing hers, and leaning in

The kiss caught Weiss off guard, but after a millisecond she melted in Ruby’s liplock embrace, and returned the favor

After a few moments of being lost in bliss, Ruby pulled back

And Weiss regained her normal senses

Weiss: “RUBY ROSE! What have I told you about making out with me in public!? I explicitly told you not to embarrass me I front of my sister!!”

Ruby: “But you still seemed to enjoy it!”

Weiss: “T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

Winter, having gotten done with her own kiss: “Weiss, calm down, please give the girl a break. It’s just because she loves you. . . And don’t think it should be embarrassing in respect to me: I’m happy you have someone like Ruby.”

Penny: “And Schnees are difficult to resist. One can’t blame her for wanting to kiss a snow angel.”

Ruby: “Yeah exactly! They are really sensational aren’t they Penny?”

Penny: “They are! Perfect in most ways my sensors can measure! We are so lucky to have them!”

Weiss: “I. . . I suppose we might be the lucky ones, aren’t we Winter?”

Winter: “That a couple of frozen women like us found red headed Dolts to melt us, and apparently quite enjoy our company? And that I must say are fairly attractive? I do think we are.”

Ruby: “. . . Penny. . . I just realized something. . . We’re going to be sisters one day!”

Penny: “I KNOW ISNT IT GREAT!?!!”

Ruby: “WE COULD HAVE A DOUBLE WEDDING!”

Penny: Excited robot noises

Winter: “I’m not sure about that, but still: I guess that means we’ll have to at least save each other until then.”

Weiss: “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

(Hope you like this one!)

Artist: Gardavwar

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/xh23p4/double_date_gardavwar/

https://www.deviantart.com/gardavwar/art/Double-Date-840380149

[zzztobi]

𖥻 ‹𝟹 pairing: dilf!bokuto x fem!reader

𖥻 ‹𝟹 tw: fluff, oral sex (f), love confession (?), dILF BOKUTO. (not proofread like always :p) nsfw content mdni.

𖥻 ‹𝟹 wordcount: 1,6k

you've been looking for a job for the longest time know, applying to every place you found, not even minding what the job was about. that is until one of your father's coworkers, called bokuto, asked you about giving some general classes to his 8 y/o son. all you needed to do is help him with his homework and assigments. an easy job and well paid, that is.

you knocked on the door, waiting for your dad's coworker to open it. you would have expected a normal size house, like yours for example. but man, this house was huge. a far "coming!" could be heard and the most handsome, big and attractive man opened the door with the brighest smile.

“ah, you must be (y/n), right?” still amazed by his presence, you just nodded, cheeks now a pinkish color. “well, c'mon c'mon, don't just stand on the doorway darling.”

he pulled you in to his house, still smiling to you. the nickname he gave you taking you by surprise, making your cheeks to grow redder. the interior of the house was almost blinding due to the white walls and furniture being reflected by all the dazzling lights. just a few pictures of him and his kid hanging around.

“your father told me you were a really good student, so that's why i thought you could help my son, but he didn't tell me you were this pretty.” he approached you, big hand on your lower back montioning you to keep walking inside, making you shiver a little. “my son is in his room. just walk upstairs to the second room on your right.” he kept that bright smile on his face the whole time. “i'll prepare something for the both of you!”

and with that he went to the open kitchen. you just muted an almost inaudible “okay” and went to his son's room where a kid looking exactly the same as his father was waiting for you.

after the first day, came a lot more. then weeks and months, you were earning a lot of money thanks to bokuto. and his son was doing pretty good in school thanks to you.

everyday you got to know a little more about him, since he always had a little chat with you after the study session was over. your learned that he divorced his wife after he knew she was cheating on him. that was when his son was barely 2 years old. then, he won the trial and the custody of his son.

he didn't get married again because he was really focused on his job and his son. that taking all his time in the day. you didn't know why but that information gave you some sort of relief. you learned that he was indeed way younger that your dad, 35 years old.

you noticed his behaviour towards you changed a little everyday, for the better of course. he would always compliment your outfit or hair, even if you just wore some sweatpants and a shirt. he always assured you that you looked good with anything.

you even started to put a little more effort on the way you looked just to hear his “you look really pretty today (y/n)!” or his “wow, you sure are beutiful!”. every compliment igniting somehing in you, something you were to scared to accept. 

today was like any other day, your dad drove you to bokuto’s house, you waited outside of it after knocking a few times and waited for him to open the door for you. but this time he opened the door a little surprised to see you here, a frown adorning his beautiful face.

“what are you doing here today? my son’s in a birthday party!” you just looked at him, mimicking his frown. then it hit him, he didn’t tell you that piece of information. “oh shit, i forgot to text you about it right?” he looked through his phone, searching for the message he never wrote and never sent you. 

“don’t worry bokuto-san! i can call my dad again to pick me up.” you smiled at him, a smile so bright and wide that made his heart jump everytime. a smile that he caught himself thinking about at anytime in the day. that derived  on him thinking about you; the way you talked, how your eyes squinted when you smiled, the way your hips moved, the shine of your hair, the colour of your lips. fantasazing after how good they would look around his cock or moaning his name. 

he thought this opportunity was given to him by god himself, he could not let it slip through his fingers. “oh no please! come inside, let me invite you to some coffee for the drive here! it’s my fault after all.” 

the evening with bokuto went by so fast with all the jokes and story telling, really enjoying spending time with him. in one of all the fit of laughters that you had during the evening, you placed your left hand on bokuto’s arm while you grasped your tummy with the other one, crying and laghing because of some of his colleges stories. 

that subtle touch and the happiness on your face made something ignite inside of bokuto’s chest. something that he hasn’t felt since the first years of marriage with his ex wife. something that he’s been longing for so long. something that he only found on you again. 

he put his own hand on top of yours, making you to look up at him. your heart doing backflips on your chest. this is where you realized your feelings. feelings that you kept bottled up, afraid for he outcome of it. 

you were afraid of his reaction. did he felt the same way? there’s no way, he was your “boss”. but if he did correspond your feelings, how would people react to it? it frightened you, what people would think about it, how would your parents react to it. for god’s sake he was your father’s coworker! this was supposed to be a job relationship with no feelings involved! 

all of this blurred out when you caressed his face and pressed your lips on his. a kiss so awaited by both of you, that took bokuto by surprise, but that he happily returned ignoring his inner voice telling him that this was wrong. 

he succumbed to the kiss, to the way your lips moved along his, the sound you made when he granted access to your own mouth with his tongue, to the feeling of your fingers caressing his cheeks and neck. he succumbed to you.

soon the kiss turned messy and desperate, tongues lapping and teeth clacking. his hands roamed your body, scared that if he stopped you would disappear. breaking the kiss you both looked at each other lovingly as if you were trying to express your feelings with your eyes. feelings that tip toed on your tongues, too scared to say something.

“y/n, i know this sounds crazy but fuck, i really like you.” your eyes widened at his confession. “i know this is wrong and i'm too old. but no matter how much i want to, i can't seem to get you out of my head.” bokuto looked nervous. surely his confession was something that you didn't expect but damn if it didn't make your heart burst.

taking both of his hands on yours, your eyes met his and with a warm smile you leaned into him again almost pressing your lips on him. “i like you too bokuto” the kiss was nothing like the first; it was soft and lovingly, pouring both of your hearts into it — all of your feelings exposed to each other.

your bodies soon moved upstairs to his bedroom. you laid on your back with bokuto's lips still on yours. his hands were everywhere: your waist, your hips, your thighs, your face. every inch if your skin was covered with his kisses and hands.

playing with them hem of your shirt he stopped, his eyes looked at you with pure lust and love. “can i baby?” you nodded too lost in the scent that surrounded you — bokuto's scent. “i'm gonna need more than that. use your words pretty” your eyes never left his face. “yes kou, i give you full consent to do anything with me”

he growled, pressing his forehead on your tummy. “you're gonna drive me crazy” resuming his movements, he took off your shirt with your own help. his shirt and sweatpants came after, only you left in a pair of shorts. pulling them down he almost salivated at the sight of your covered pussy in some blue underwear.

pressing wet kisses on your thighs, his fingers played with your covered folds earning some whimpers from you. he then proceeded to take off your underwear, now dampened with your slick. placing both of your legs on his shoulders, he looked back at you and smirked before giving a little kiss to your clit.

that little kiss turned into kitten licks and then into long desperate ones. his hot tongue ran through your folds, tasting every part of you as if your pussy was the first meal he had in ages. his tongue played with your pussy while two of his fingers thrusted into you. wet sounds and moans filling his senses.

he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, announcing your upcoming orgasm along with your high pitched moans and some “please, bokuto” he never stopped his ministrations, if so, he increased them. “i know baby, i know. just cum for me yeah? be a good girl and cum on my tongue” and with that you reached your high, the coiling feeling on your stomach unraveling.

at that exact moment you didn't care about what people would say. the only thing you knew was that bokuto was the man you would like to spend the rest of your life with.

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[angelsndragons]

*sing* it's been ~a while~

and i have been watching vm vs the nein a lot so let's talk about it. as always with me, this is a very long word vomit.

i said over on my mechanics post that the vm playbook requires urgency while the nein's playbook requires setup. here's what i mean. if the nein can make it to round 3-4 intact, that is if all of them are up, they are going to win. period. the nein simply have too many ways to steal turns from their enemies or to maximize their own effectiveness for things to go any other way.

if you want to see this in action even with a reduced roster, go watch the fire elemental fight in episode 129 and count the rounds. between caduceus' mass cure wounds and spirit guardians, caleb's slow, veth's sneak attacks, and jester's guiding bolts, the nein were able to scrape out a win thanks more to their bag of tricks than the damage output. veth only got sneak attack because of guiding bolt's secondary effects, slow kept veth safe from an opportunity attack and jester from a multi-attack, mass cure wounds gave caleb that round to cast slow, and the spirit guardians passively whittled down the enemies into KO range. the accumulated secondary effects were too much for the enemies to withstand and they fell hard. notice how everything built on one another here. that's what cockroach parties learn to do well. it was sloppier than a normal nein fight but they did it with a reduced roster AND with nearly all of their high level spell slots spent before the fight. yeah, they're fucking scary.

vm, however, is a whole different kind of scary. this team can put you down before you even know what's happening. it's harder to target the group's biggest damage dealers because you have a hulking barbarian and often an elemental up front locking down combatants. the dagger rogue can teleport and fly. oh, and give himself an extra action each round. the ranger and the gunslinger can stand back and just go to town. the freaking bear can maul you. the bard can make your life a living joke in your final moments. the cleric is a wildcard because the group is built to fight without her; if she's around, good luck because that's another round of attacks you have to take and an extra round vm can take. their DCs are ridiculous, as are their overall ACs.

but the thing to know about vm is that they have to put you down fast. they don't have the hit points for longer fights and they definitely don't have the utility for longer fights. their druid is offensively oriented, their cleric is often absent, and their bard is mostly support. he's often the only one running that bag of tricks. he can and will fuck up an opposing team given the chance and bolster his own, the problem is that he has almost no backup here. it's a giant hole that is begging to be exploited. it's an even bigger hole when that bard can only cast one spell per round.

so, going into the battle royale, the vm side had to down one member of the nein as fast as possible preferably in two rounds or fewer. it almost doesn't matter who, because if you down beau or fjord, that forces jester or fjord to spend their action or spell getting the downed member back up. if jester goes down, fjord has to do something about it. well, i say it almost doesn't matter but beau's deflect missiles makes her the worst target of the trio and yes, i'm including fjord's half-orc bounce back in that calculation. that gives you one round where the person healing isn't fucking up your team. vm's secondary objective was to monitor and control beau. her movement is nothing to compared to a hasted vax but her stunning strike is the most lethal weapon the nein brought into this fight. vm overall is not a melee group to begin with and their con saves are all garbage. vm has to find a way to keep her off their tails if they want a chance. we also know that vm's plan was to try to take out jester first so throw that objective into the mix as well.

all the nein have to do is survive the first couple rounds, monitor scanlan and pike, and get into position. that's basically it. the nein can absolutely withstand vax and percy's damage output for the first two rounds. pike and scanlan's damage output can be scary but pike in particular has to decide whether she wants to hold high level slots for healing. and she would need those higher level slots to get close to percy and vax's damage output. the nein know from experience that the support caster is where the real trouble will begin.

but before we kick things off, remember that matt specifically designed this battlefield to take turns away from the teams. the chests are an action to search and are located far out of the way in the field. the gem requires an action to activate, which basically means sacrificing your action for someone else's, and shifts between six designated points on the field. matt, who has a deep understanding of how both teams operate, decided to play on the nein's insecurities that they were at a severe item disadvantage and see if he could get them to bite. high risk, high reward. granted, this is me speculating but it does look like matt saw the fight very differently from the players and readjusted the field accordingly.

so we kick off and immediately scanlan proves why he is the top priority on the nein's list. he gets the gem, gets fjord prone on the ground, and comes within a hair's breadth of turning the fight into a five on two potential slaughter. travis brilliantly responds to these circumstances in the best of ways. see, fjord isn't the nein's utility magician for this fight; fjord's the bait. travis makes a very big spectacle of himself and fjord's predicament. and vm buys it hook, line, and sinker. ashley tries to continue with the original plan of gunning for jester only to discover that jester is who knows where.

vax, percy and scanlan? immediately take their shots at fjord. but fjord's on the ground which puts percy's awful misfire mechanic into reasonable play. so fjord gets lucky and doesn't take anywhere near the amount of damage he could have from percy. scanlan, after percy is removed from the field, decides he's better off trying to finish fjord but only hits a 3rd level thunder wave instead of a higher level one, which sam was probably saving for some counterspells or such. i don't think a higher level would have made that much of a difference but it is important to note.

more importantly, vax gets greedy. he got two good hits on fjord with his two actions, he could have left and hidden for the next turn. yes, vm has to down fjord as fast as possible. however that haste is going to be more effective over the long term if vax can keep it. but fjord's easy prey and he thinks vm can down him before jester can get over there to do anything about it. so he goes for the bonus action attack. pike eventually joins this mad dash scramble and like scanlan, she absolutely needed to throw something huge at fjord to get past his half-orc racial trait to have a prayer at downing him. but she did not because ashley seems to have been saving all her high levels for healing so fjord survives the round in honestly a very good position. vax can't target him from range with the cloud up, scanlan now has bigger problems than fjord with molly right up on him, and pike ran, taking damage and healing fjord in the process.

meanwhile, the nein's ladies are free to run and play the field as they see fit. jester has a big opening round flame strike. beau decides she can hold off on her round 2 blitz run to vm in favor of bringing molly onto the field. remember kids, never let a monk with 55ft of movement have the run of the place, it's bad for business. jester then makes a great play with her dispel magic at vax's haste. hashtag thanks, fjord. remember, kids, cockroach parties excel at taking turns and actions away from their opponents. in round 2 alone, the nein successfully remove percy from the field and remove vax's extra attack. that's both big damage dealers hobbled in one round. they also gave themselves an extra turn, adding molly onto the field. and oh boy, molly.

here we see the utility martial fighter molly could have been. sam's confused by the low damage that molly's doing his first round but the damage isn't really the point of the attacks. that brand of tethering is far more important, as are taliesin keeping an eye on which reactions will support the nein and molly's second attack wasting scanlan's reaction. counterspell is off the table for the back half of round 2-beginning of round 3, which is important if fjord wants to get the heck out of dodge.

in case it wasn't obvious earlier in the match that the nein are absolutely gunning for scanlan, round 3 begins with beau's blitz against scanlan. fjord's luck against the dominate person balances out with scanlan's save against the stun and beau missing one attack. here, vm starts to get distracted. they chose their focus fire target, fjord, but now do not, arguably cannot, follow through on it. we'll never know what could have happened had vm said to hell with beau and molly in our faces, we have to finish fjord.

vax tries to retaliate against beau but here's where the cockroach starts to come into play. molly blood curses vax, which saves beau a full sneak attack+ worth of damage. it also utterly wastes vax's turn. fjord manages to escape (and damage pike while he's at it) and regroup where it's safe. scanlan tries to dimension door but fails due to the brand. literally any other move scanlan could try on the pair of them had a better chance of success. instead, another vm turn is lost. taliesin recognizes the importance of getting beau advantage and supports her at the cost of two of his attacks missing, but not before scanlan is forced to cutting words one of them. another potential counterspell and cutting words lost. neither jester or pike contribute significantly to this round; the nein have done so much damage to pike in three rounds that she is forced to heal herself while jester chooses to dimension door herself to the gem and only a low damage roll lets it evade her.

beau takes molly's setup and gets the critical scanlan stun. he loses his full round. fjord takes the opportunity molly provided him to polymorph into a t-rex, bringing him fully back into the fight. vm is really going to have a time and a half trying to finish him now unless they can put up a big single damage attack. jester builds on beau's setup by casting flame strike, whose dex save scanlan automatically fails. he goes down. if you're the nein, this is exactly where you want pike focused, on her team and not on yours. she has access to most of the same spells that jester has and the more you pressure her to focus on her team, the better. it's not wasting her turn, precisely, but it is controlling what she can reasonably do with it.

now we come to percy versus beau. i don't want to diminish the insane good luck beau had to take only 26 points of damage from six shots because what matters here is that percy absolutely could not down beau. period. her hit points were too high and after she took almost nothing from the first two shots, it should have been clear that she was going to get her turn and she would absolutely attempt to stun and down pike and scanlan. i'm not going to monday morning quarterback this fight but i will point out that the more rolls travis has to make to maintain concentration, the greater the chance he fails and you get to hit fjord's actual hit point pool and trade fjord for scanlan. and if you can get him before he can get back into the fray, even better.

beau stuns the gnomes and drops scanlan again. her inner cockroach rears its head once more as she negates more than half the damage on vax's critical hit sneak attack. fjord-rex downs scanlan and grapples pike. the stun on pike here really helps negate that high AC of hers. after scanlan's death, it's a long slow death spiral. vax abandons the fight in the next critical round in favor of keeping the gem instead of targeting fjord. percy attacks beau once more instead of fjord due to fjord dangling pike over lava. he starts to focus on fjord only to get distracted by jester. pike goes down but vax gets caught by beau before he can get her back up. and so it goes with vm losing turn after turn after turn until finally the nein poof percy out of existence and bring molly back. a fitting end for the team who started their final boss fight with eight and came out nine.

bottom line here, the vm team played like they had way more time than they actually did. they had to commit to a target and see it dead as fast as possible. they had to control the battlefield quickly and keep it. they didn't so they couldn't. aside from building on damage dealt, they couldn't create advantages or opportunities for each other nearly as effectively as nein did. all of these factors meant that the nein did what they always do: grind their enemies under heel.

[katsukikitten]

Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

[tolliver-shaw]

Bucky Boy

Summary: Y/N has a huge crush on Bucky. Her feelings become obvious when he walks her home from a party one night. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Explicit Language, Drug Use, Alcohol, Smut

Masterlist

You remembered the first time you had laid eyes on Bucky Barnes. You had moved into your dorm the day before. College was a fresh start, and you wanted to take things easy. No big parties and no boys until you had gotten yourself settled. Unfortunately, your roommate Natasha had different plans. She was a social butterfly and somehow had gotten invited to a big bonfire in the woods that weekend.

The two of you bonded over trying to follow the instructions that had been sent to Natasha. You shared the bottle of Malibu that Natasha had bought with her fake ID.

Your hesitance about the party immediately faded when you saw the large group of college freshmen around the bonfire. It seemed like everyone was just as alone as you felt. Before long, the alcohol took hold, and you were chatting with anyone and everyone. It was late in the night when you spotted him. Your eyes locked across the fire for what felt like an eternity. The eternity was quickly over, and he went back to dancing with the girl in front of him.

Over the next few months, you always saw Bucky the same way. A quick bit of eye contact until he went back to his girl of the night. It was without fail a different girl, and they were all beautiful. It wasn’t until October that you really got a chance to meet. You and Natasha had decided to have a chill night in with a few friends when her phone rang.

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if Bucky stops by?” Natasha had asked. She had no clue about your little crush on him and had never noticed the way you would watch him and his girl of the week. You had tried to play it cool and tell her you didn’t care. Now one of your best friends, she knew something was up.

That night you had learned Bucky lived in your building just a few floors above you, and he was roommates with Natasha’s fuckbuddy, Steve. He had no clue who you were, and you pretended that you didn’t know him. Luckily before you had the chance to embarrass yourself, he was gone to go meet some girl from Tinder.

After that night, it felt like you saw Bucky everywhere. He was in the elevator, at the dining hall, and at the library. A quick wave and a smile were all you ever shared.

The next real conversation came months later. It was February, Valentine’s Day weekend to be exact, and Natasha had been invited to a party. It was a whole new group of people and an opportunity to make new friends. Decked out in all pink, the two of you braced the cold and made your way across campus.

The party was absolutely crazy. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think and in the middle of the room was a mass of bodies all dancing with each other. Not drunk enough to feel comfortable, you took a sip out of the White Claw Natasha had given you. It didn’t take long before you spot Bucky. You hadn’t expected him to be here.

Yelling over the music, you turned to Natasha, “Wait, so who invited you to this?”

“I thought I told you already. It was Steve. These are all his friends,” she yelled back and disappeared into the crowd, trying to find Steve. You quickly followed, trying not to get lost in the sea of people. Catching your breath when you appeared next to her, you said a quick hi to Steve.

“Bucky, you’ve met Natasha’s roommate, right?” Steve asked.

“Y/N, right?” Bucky smiled as he confirmed your name. You nod and tried to think of something to say, but the song changed, and Natasha dragged you to dance. The alcohol finally started to kick in, allowing you to let loose. You danced and yelled the words to the songs pumping through the speaker. You loved this feeling of no worries. You loved the feeling of just being a body in a crowd. That feeling lasted for a few songs until Steve made his way over to Natasha. Hating third-wheeling, you found a couch on the side of the room to sit for a minute.

You scanned the room and saw few familiar faces but no one that you could go talk to. You saw Bucky on a different couch with some girl that was practically in his lap. You rolled your eyes. It was a little early in the night for Bucky to find his girl, but at least he was getting some. Continuing your scan, you saw a new face, a cute guy that looked just as much out of his element as you. Almost like he felt you looking, he looked your way and smiled. Taking that as a good sign, you walked over and sat next to him.

“So, parties like this really aren’t your thing, huh?” you asked him.

“More like I’m on babysitting duty,” he responded and points to two drunk guys dancing on a table. “My roommates can’t be trusted to not destroy things when they’re drunk.”

“Oh, trust me, I know the feeling. If my roommate didn’t have her little boy toy with her tonight, I would be doing the same thing,” you told him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Bruce.” It became apparent that Bruce was shy and a little bit awkward, so you took the lead.

“Do you want to dance, Bruce?”

“Oh… um, I don’t really dance,” he stammered over the words.

“I’ll show you. Come on, have a little faith.” You held out your hand and led him into the thick of it. You put his hands on your waist, and before long, things were getting heated. Song after song, the tension started to build until you finally leaned up and kissed him. You could feel your heart pounding, and as you pulled away from the kiss, you could see the pink that tinged his cheeks.

“Wanna go for a walk?” you whisper yelled in his ear. He nodded quickly, knowing that walk was code to find somewhere to hook up. He took the lead this time, but before the of you could leave the dance floor, one of his roommates intercepted you.

“Bruce, I don’t feel too good,” he slurred before throwing up all over the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but I have to help him,” Bruce yelled as he rushed off with his roommate.

Alone and feeling sober, you went back to that couch in the corner. You noticed that Natasha and Steve had disappeared, and Bucky was dancing with a different girl than before. You checked the time on your phone and figured at this point, you might as well go home. You sent a quick text to Natasha telling her your plans and felt a sweaty body plop down on the couch.

“Y/N, how are you doing on this fine evening?” Bucky smirked and lit the joint in his hand.

“I was actually about to head home,” you told him.

“All by yourself?” his brow furrowed, and he looked around the room for Natasha.

“It’s really not that far, and I’m almost sober.” You noticed one of the girls that had been dancing with Bucky shooting daggers at you across the room.

“I can’t let you walk home by yourself. Give me one minute, and I’ll come with you,” Bucky decided, and he disappeared into the crowd. A minute or so later, he was back, joint still in his hand.

“You can’t seriously think I’m going to walk around campus with you while you smoke that.”

“Well, I’m not going to waste it,” he took a drag and then offered you a hit. You obliged, and then he put it out in the nearest ashtray. The walk was quiet and cold, and you started to feel that awkward feeling that always popped up when you were around Bucky.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” he blurted out when you were about halfway home.

“What makes you think that?” your eyes were glued to the sidewalk, worried that if he saw your face, he might realize just how much you actually liked him.

“You never say hi to me when we see each other in public, and tonight I could almost feel the daggers you were shooting at me while I was dancing,” he explained.

“Well, I don’t dislike you. I don’t even really know you. I’m just a little shy.”

“You didn’t seem all that shy with that guy on the dance floor,” he joked, and your eyes shot up to see him laughing.

“Oh, shut up. I was drunk.”

“So, what I’m hearing is I just need to get you drunk, and then we can be best friends,” you gave him a playful shove at that comment. The two of you had reached your building, and then silence in the elevator was much more comfortable than the one before. The elevator reached your floor first, and you were surprised when Bucky followed you getting the elevator.

“I’m not sure how gone you are, but you don’t live on this floor, Bucky boy.”

“Just making sure you make it all the way to your room.” Before you even reached your dorm, you could hear the sounds of Steve and Natasha inside. You let out a groan while Bucky tried to contain his laughter.

“It’s not funny. Now I have to find somewhere to sit for the next hour because I refuse to witness all of that,” you complained.

“Just come upstairs with me,” Bucky offered.

“I’m sure you have other plans,” you mumbled. It was a Friday, so there was no way Bucky didn’t have some kind of plans.

“What else would I have to do?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Not what, but who,” you retorted. Bucky was silent for a moment before he laughed again.

“Wait, are you jealous or something?” he couldn’t stop smirking.

“Oh, get over yourself.” You stormed down the hallway, trying to hide your flaming cheeks. You heard footsteps, and then his arms wrapped around you.

“If you wanted a piece of all this Doll, all you have to do is ask,” he whispered. Despite his attitude, you felt the goosebumps cover your arms with him being that close. His lips started to move over your neck, and you heard yourself moan when he found the sensitive spot below your ear. “I need to hear you ask, Doll.”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying,” you sounded breathless. Bucky started to pull away, and you turned to face him. His blue eyes felt piercing as he looked down at you. “Fine, dammit. I want you, Bucky.”

He moved so fast you didn’t even have time to react. You were pinned against the wall. One of his hands held both of your arms above your head while the other cupped your jaw. The kiss was brutal and bruising, and you had never felt anything like that before. He pulled away and smiled at you heat in his eyes.

“I want you too, Y/N.” He took your hand and rushed towards the staircase, too impatient to wait for the elevator. When the two of you reached his room, you found yourself pinned again, this time against his door, and you could feel him hard against your stomach. He pulled your shirt over your head, and your bra quickly followed. You felt his strong arms lift you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. A quick walk later and, you were thrown onto his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, and you heard yourself make a noise that could only be described as animalistic.

You straddled him as he sat back against his headboard. Your hands raked through his short hair while he trailed kisses down your neck. He nipped your collarbone and finally attached his lips to one of your nipples. It was the perfect combination of teeth and suction, and you bit down on your lip to contain a moan.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, Doll. You haven’t even seen half of what my mouth can do.” That smirk was back on his face, and you kissed it. Trying to take back control, you reached down to feel him through his pants. He allowed it for a few seconds before flipping you over. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

You kicked off your shoes and socks while he pulled down your jeans and thong all at once. He turned your body so he could kneel on the ground and be level with your dripping pussy. His first touch made you watch to scream, and you heard him tease, “All of this wetness, and I’ve barely touched you. Have you thought about this before, babygirl? Thought about me while you touch yourself?”

His fingers trailed up and down your pussy lips, spreading around your wetness but not touching where you needed it most.

“Stop teasing Buck,” you whined, trying to angle your hips to get the much needed friction.

“I think I asked you a question, Doll.” At this point, his face was closer to you, and you could feel his breath slowly driving you insane.

“Fine, yes. I’ve thought about you fucking me seven ways to Sunday. You’re the person I think about when I touch myself, and you have been since the first time I saw you,” you finally admitted.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he responded and finally brought his mouth to your pussy. The assault of sensation was almost too much, and the only thing you could do was throw your head back and close your eyes. The combination of his tongue on your clit was nothing like you had ever experienced. Minute by minute, you could feel the coil in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter. Your moans were growing louder and louder, and finally, you were able to form the words, “Bucky, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

You could feel his smirk as his fingers continued their rhythm, hitting your g spot over and over again. Finally, the dam broke, and you felt your hands fisting in his comforter as you bit your lip, trying to stay quiet. His fingers slowed as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and when you finally opened your eyes, you looked down to see him licking his lips.

He leaned over to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. Your hands found the bulge in his pants, and this time he allowed you to rub him through his pants. You had realized by this point that he liked to hear you beg, so your eyes met his, and you told him, “I want you to fuck me, Bucky. Please fuck me right now.”

He groaned, “You don’t have to tell me twice, Doll.” He stripped out of his remaining clothes and grabbed a condom from his top desk drawer while telling you, “On your hands and knees, Doll. That ass has been a distraction for months, and I wanna see it while I fuck you.”

You felt one hand on your hip while the other teased your entrance with his cock. You hadn’t gotten too good of a look at it, but from what you saw, he was a little over average in length and thick as hell. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly entered you. The stretch was a tiny bit painful at first, but the sexy kind of pain. The kind that you knew would leave you sore and remembering this for all of the next day. By the time he was fully sheathed in you, you could hear his erratic breathing behind you.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this Y/N? That first night at the bonfire, you looked over at me, and I was hooked, and then I thought you hated me. I’ve spent so many nights feeling guilty that I would jerk off to some girl that wanted nothing to do with me. Now you’re here, though, and I’m going to ruin you, ruin you for all those other guys that look at you.”

His pace was relentless, and you knew that his hands were going to leave bruises on your hips. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer as his strokes hit the same spot inside of you. You dug your face into the comforter when his hand reached around to stroke your clit.

He wanted to hear you, though, and you felt a yank at your hair as he told you, “I want to hear you Y/N. I want to hear you fall apart for me.”

So, you let him hear you. You screamed incoherent things as you fell apart for the second time that night. He pounded you through your orgasm and then quickly pulled out and flipped you over. His eyes were glassy, and he covered your body with his. Entering you again, you kissed his neck and ran your hands through his hair as he reached his own orgasm. He stayed on top of you for a few moments before you felt him pull out of you. He rolled over and got out of bed to dispose of the condom.

You had no words to describe what you were feeling. You had just experienced the best sex of your life and had Bucky Barnes tell you that he had wanted you for months. You heard Bucky cleaning up in the bathroom and figured it was time for you to leave. You forced yourself up and started to find the different articles of clothing scattered all over the floor. You had put your panties and bra on when the bathroom door opened.

“Leaving so soon?” Bucky asked. He had just a pair of boxers on, and you finally got the chance to appreciate just how beautiful his body was.

“I told Natasha I would be home, so I should go,” you responded. Bucky didn’t seem like the kind of guy who did the whole sleepover thing, so you wanted to give him an out.

“I texted Steve and told him you were here. So, you can stay if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you explained.

“Y/N, I want you to stay. Please stay,” and when he smiled at you this time, you couldn’t tell him no.

[itsbeenahellofayear]

what we got, it don't come easy

Summary: Some things are easy, some things aren't. It can take time to learn what is important.

Warnings: Smut. Maybe not as much as you'd expect from a story thats pretty much only about sex. Some feelings. Language.

Author's Note: It took a while to get this one across the line. The first segment has been written for weeks, but I lacked inspiration, motivation, and was a little burnt out on anything Leaf related for a little bit there. RIP 2021 season....

Thanks to all of you who kept checking in and were enthusiastic about the little snippet I posted. Kind of kicked my writing into gear today!

I crave your feedback - this is weird and disjointed and very personal in a lot of ways, so I'd love to hear what you think!

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Sex with Auston is easy - that's never been the issue between you.

This thing started with sex - you connected on tinder, got to talking for a couple of days, then went out for drinks.... That wound up with him in your bed, having arguably the best sex of your life.

That first night, lying hot and sweaty and completely satiated, you'd be lying if the thought didn't cross your mind that you could do this for the rest of your life.

It was that good.

-

You don't keep a list of things to try, but you kind of keep a list of things to try.

-

Some things that make the sex with Auston so good:

He's the first guy to encourage you to use your vibrator on your clit while he's fucking you - it's not every single time - sometimes coordination isn't possible when he's fucking into you so good but those times when he's pressing deep into you, hands on your breasts, grip firm just the way you like, and you've just got your vibe pressed to your clit on a low setting and you just shake apart.... Those are good times.

His dick is huge. Like he's big to start, but then he grows. It honestly took a bit of work to find angles that didn't have him ramming your cervix each time, but once you did... He fills you up so good.

He loves to eat you out. You've had your fair share of mediocre oral, but there's something about the way he just goes for it, lets you twist your fingers in his too long hair, makes these little noises into you, that just really does it for you. He'll open you up with his thumbs and just dive his tongue deep inside of you, then move up and basically caress your clit with his tongue. If you're honest you can't even fathom what he's actually doing, it just feels insane.

He lets you ride his face. Now, it's not an every time thing, mostly because if you're going to expend energy on riding him, really what you want is his cock buried inside your aching slit. But sometimes, he'll settle himself on the bed, and you'll just climb on top of him, grip the headboard, and just ride.

-

You might love him.

(Maybe that's why it's good)

-

So the sex has never been the problem.

The problem lies in the in between bits.

In the moments when you're feeling insecure about his fame, and his looks, and the company he keeps. You're not a party girl - you'll go out to the bar once in a while, but people, everywhere, is not really your scene. You know he likes to go out, especially after wins. You know he likes to drink. And sure, sometimes he'll text you, and he'll end up at your place late at night. But sometimes he won't. And so you wonder.

It's also the moments where he just shuts down, internalizes, and won't communicate. You're not one for talking about your feelings, but you do believe in communicating when it's about things that affect someone else! Case in point: you send him a message in the morning on what you know is his off day - he doesn't even read it let alone respond until 8pm. You had asked him if he wanted to meet up for afternoon drinks.

It's also the moments when he says stupid immature shit, when you realize that, no matter how great a family he comes from, he's still a rich, entitled man-child that doesn't really understand the value of a dollar. And that irks you.

A lot.

-

But.

You're just fooling around - keeping it casual.

But.

-

He takes you out to the cottage with some of his boys. The season ended in heartbreak, they're splitting up for the summer, they want to blow off some steam.

You spend the days lazing by the lake, lying in hammocks in the yard, sneaking off for a "picnic" in the woods. And by picnic you mean Auston laid you out on a blanket and ate you out until you couldn't take it.

You spend the nights getting high sitting out by the fire, leaving unsubtly to go back inside to fuck.

It's probably around day 3 when you realize you're legitimately, 100% in love with this guy.

Day 5 you head back to the city, and haven't really talked to him about how you feel.

He leaves for Arizona the next morning.

-

He's not your boyfriend.

He doesn't know you fell for him.

-

The first night you had sex with him – the first night of the rest of your life – you remember thinking you've never felt this full.

Now, months later, you feel like you're empty.

Anytime you think of him, it's like your pussy just clenches involuntarily around what it thinks should be there, inside of you.

You want him so badly, so deeply, and you don't even have a real claim to him because you couldn't open up and tell him that something had changed.

You catch yourself scrolling insta late at night, looking to see if he's posted something that might hint he's out with someone else.

You hate that you're like this.

-

(You never see anything, for the record)

-

He comes back to Toronto in August.

That honestly catches you by surprise.

More so because you're just home on a Saturday afternoon, watching TV when he knocks on your door. Pretty much the last person you were expecting to see, but you can't deny that your heart ends up in your throat at the sight of him, tanned, bulked up, and looking at you like THAT.

"What..." you start.

"Faith" he breathes out.

You don't understand.

He walks forward into your apartment, crowding you back against the other wall of your tiny entryway.

You're still so caught up in him being here. The way he said your name...

You look up at him.

He just presses himself against you and crushes you to him in a hug. You feel him everywhere. The faint spicy scent of his cologne, the heat of his body, the puff of his breath against your neck where his head is pressing.

Engulfed - your brain provides.

"I missed you" he mutters into your neck.

-

Your brain is going a mile a minute.

How is he here? Why didn't he tell you he was coming back? He doesn't need to be back for weeks. Why is he here? What is happening?

You push him back a little. Not off of you entirely, just enough to give you some space to breathe.

"Auston, what?" You try again.

He looks down at you.

Swallows.

"I..." He starts.

Swallows again.

"I needed to see you, Faith."

He looks... Nervous?

"Aus... What's going on?" You ask him, heart racing out of your chest.

He swears.

"I might be reading this thing wrong, this thing we have, but... I want you to be mine."

You feel like you've been hit with a brick.

All you can do is stare at him as your mind struggles to keep up. You feel yourself reaching for him.

"Aus. Yes. Of course."

He blinks. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You reach for his hand and pull him to the bedroom.

-

Sex is easy, with you and Auston.

You've never been afraid to ask for what you want. He's never been shy to ask for what he wants. And usually that lines up.

But for the first time since all this started, you feel almost shy with him.

Without discussing it, you both get naked pretty damn quickly. There's a second or twenty where you're just looking at him, drinking in his broad shoulders, his stomach muscles, his trim hips and his thick thighs. God, do you want him.

You might say that last part out loud, from the way he laughs and just picks you up and tosses you on the bed.

You've been soaked since you opened your door, and you're impatient to feel him again. He looks at you and you just whimper his name and he smiles, hitches up your legs, and slides slowly, so slowly, inside you

“Fuck, Aus" you hear yourself.

"You feel so good, baby" he groans out, letting you get used to him stretching you out, leaning down to press a filthy open-mouthed kiss to your lips. He bites at your lips as he starts to move, driving into you in a rhythm that makes you feel so good, hitting you just right.

It’s not enough.

But before you can say anything, Auston pulls back, and changes the angle that your hips are lined up with his and suddenly he’s impossibly deeper, and you just can’t breathe with how good he feels and his hands are on your breasts, and he’s pinching your nipples just right, and you are moaning his name almost like a prayer, and it just slips out.

“Aus, I love you.”

You don’t even realize what you said until he stills for a moment, eyes snapping to yours, and he makes this noise.

“Do you mean it,” he asks.

Its not the time for it, but you’re never going to be his open another time so… “Yeah.”

“God, baby. Yes. I love you too. It’s why I came back. I just wasn’t sure…”

He moves back so he can kiss you, deep and filthy. You feel him, deep inside you, and you just… cling to him. He starts fucking into you in earnest - hard and fast, kissing you the whole time, though it ends up being more like just panting into each others mouths but you can’t get enough of him.

“I’m so close,” you manage to get out.

Auston gets a hand between you and presses his thumb to your clit and you just hear yourself keening.

“I love how you feel around me,” he groans out. “Come for me.”

It doesn’t take long.

You shake apart underneath him, and you feel him pulse inside you and it’s just so much and you can feel tears leaking out from the corner of your eyes, and you just feel so much in that moment.

It’s so much.

-

So sex has never been an issue.

But now it is so much more.

[skyemisc]

Deuce Spade Birthday SSR Story Translation

NRC Newspaper Interview: Birthday Interview Feature

~Deuce Edition~

Option: Happy birthday. What were your thoughts in the days leading to your birthday?

Deuce: Thank you! I’m happy to hear “Happy Birthday!” from so many people.

Deuce: But… Honestly it was a little nerve-wracking.

Deuce: I figured I was used to these kinds of celebrations thanks to the the Unbirthday parties…

Deuce: It’s really different when you’re the center of attention.

Deuce: Still, everyone put in a lot of effort for today, so I’ll enjoy it to the fullest!

Deuce: A lot of my favorite egg dishes were also made and I can’t wait to eat them.

Screen: You really enjoy egg dishes, huh.

Deuce: Yeah. I like both eating and cooking them.

Deuce: I used to think fried eggs were simple. Just put the eggs over heat, but when I did it myself, I found out that was more to it.

Deuce: Making an ideal sunny-side up egg was pretty challenging… Back in the day I practiced quite a bit.

Deuce: Oh, speaking of… A while ago, Clover-senpai and I got pretty into making different egg dishes!

Deuce: Talking about what would be good in omelets, and teaching me how to make a simple-to-make custard…

Deuce: I never talked about egg dishes that much before, so it was really fun.

Deuce: Well, Ace was nearby going “I don’t know understand this cooking gibberish” and looked bored out of his mind.

Deuce: When I learn the super special melt-in-your-mouth custard recipe, I wanna try making that next time.

Deuce: Once I get that down, I’ll tell you. Feel free to bring Grim too for a bite.

Episode 2:

Screen: What do you enjoy?

Deuce: I like riding on a Magical Wheel. Also, I like tinkering with machines.

Deuce: Mom’s hopeless with machines, so I was always the one setting up the different household electronics.

Deuce: Instead of reading the instructions, she’d reluctantly try it out herself. It was fun to watch.

Deuce: Well, apparently to the people around me, it seems that repairing and services appliances is more of a specialty than a hobby to me.

Deuce: Occasionally, people would come and bring broken appliances and it was kinda troubling. I’m not that skilled, honestly…

Deuce: Earlier, when I tried listening to music with the Dorm Lounge’s worn-out cassette player, it stopped working.

Deuce: You know the old saying to hit appliances to fix them? I jokingly hit it and it started playing again.

Deuce: Diamond-senpai just so happen to be nearby to see it…

Deuce: He went around and told people half-jokingly that “Deuce-chan’s hands caused a miracle!”

Deuce: Word started spreading and it became a huge thing. It even got to my friends at some point…

Deuce: I kept getting told “Wow, you can repair different machines? That’s cool!”. I’m at a loss…

Screen: What are you dreams for the future?

Deuce: To become a police officer. …Not just any division… I want to join the division specialized in anti-mage combat, which is said to be the cream of the crop even among police.

Deuce: I know getting into the trade won’t be easy, but I have no intention of giving up.

Deuce: For the sake of my future, I’m doing all I can while I’m here.

Deuce: Every single day, I practice magic, I practice flying, and I even review my lectures on top of that.

Deuce: I don’t exactly have the best test scores in class though. W-Well I guess I just have to do my best from now on.

Deuce: Also, what I’m putting my efforts most into simulating situations in my head!

Deuce: I’ll watch movies and dramas where the lead role is a police officer and study how they do investigations and catch the criminals.

Deuce: I’ve memorized how to look cool in a chase and what signature phrase they’ll say when arresting the bad guy.

Deuce: I’m all set, to go to a crime scene immediately, aren’t I?

Episode 3:

Screen: What do you normally do for fun?

Deuce: Recently I’ve been playing cards with my friends at the dorm a lot.

Deuce: I used to be so into magical wheels, so I wasn’t used to playing games with my friends. It was really fun.

Deuce: Otherwise, I’ll play different app games; like ones where you build towns or beat monsters.

Deuce: Oh yeah, a while ago there was a big thing going on in the dorm with puzzle games.

Deuce: You have to match the same colors and then it disappears. The rules are simple and it’s really entertaining.

Deuce: But more and more students came to join and stayed up late…

Deuce: Many wouldn’t wake up in time and Dorm Leader Rosehearts would get at the necks of a lot of the students…

Deuce: …Actually, I was one of them too. I got too into a showdown with Ace, I stayed up the whole night…

Deuce: Even after telling myself I’d take everything more seriously… I learned my lesson.

Deuce: Since then, I only allow myself to play games for one hour a day.

Screen: What do you do on your days off?

Deuce: I do a lot of physical training.

Deuce: Sometimes when I’m in the sports grounds, I end up training with Jack, who’s in the same club as me—the track and field club.

Deuce: Even if we start off practicing on our own, we end up getting competitive on reflex being close to each other on the field…

Deuce: I start out planning to do some light training but then it ends up like an all-out battle…

Deuce: On some days, I end up running over a few dozen laps before I come to my senses.

Deuce: By the end of it, we’ll both be tired and exhausted. Makes you wonder what exactly we’re doing on a day off, right?

Deuce: Oh, recently Epel’s been joining us too. He’s got a lot more guts than you’d expect from his appearance.

Deuce: …I’ve always liked riding around on Magical Wheels with my fellow comrades, and that goes for jogging too.

Deuce: Running with everyone versus by yourself is just so much more satisfying and gives the best feeling.

Deuce: Ah… B-But I do more than just training on my days off. I take care to study too!

Screen: Thank you for letting me listen to your stories. Once again, happy birthday!

[twinklelilstarkey]

Can I get a part 2 to least favorite please

The Least Favorite - Rafe Cameron [Part 2]

Words: 3k+

Type: Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drug consumption (cocaine). All that comes with fighting: blood, hair pulling, etc. Cursing.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

Part 1

Credits (of the gif)

If you had to be honest, you don’t like the idea of parties. Especially the ones that Rafe likes to go to.

Yes, they can be fun. But only when you’re bat shit drunk, which isn’t the case today, or in majority of the days you come.

They’re just filled with rich people talking crap about the Pogues while either sniffing coke or doing something else that is way too expensive to even express out loud.

And since you’re neither a Pogue or a Kook, you never feel comfortable in any type of parties in the island. 

In the kooks’: The girls are too show off-y (with their money, clothes or even boyfriend) and the guys are way too high or just too drunk.  And even though you will always win the competition of who has the best “Kook boyfriend” (*wink wink*), they’ll never see you as an actual Kook. So, you’ve just learned to not even try to communicate.

At the Pogues’ parties, it’s almost the same thing. You never feel comfortable. All because people look at you as if you’re a full Kook. And since you date Rafe, things don’t get any easier for you.

Tourists are honestly the only people that you can actually have fun with, but they start to be more and more rare as the summer gets close to its end.

So, no. You’re almost never having fun in these parties.

You’ve walked away from Rafe to refill your cup, at least, 10 minutes ago. The kooks are way too wasted to step away from the beer outside. So, that only leaves you to go to get a drink in the kitchen. Exactly where everyone is either making out in the counter-tops or gossiping in the corner.

As refiling your cup, you start hearing over the loud music various shouts of girls and some ‘oooh’ from guys.

Which only means one thing. That there’s a fight going on. 

Great.

You sip your overfilled cup and step away from the huge kitchen to follow the sound. 

And... you’re right.

A fight is happening right in front of your eyes. Still verbal, but seconds away from becoming physical. And surprisingly, it’s between a random group of girls you’ve never seen before and Sarah Cameron, herself.

You haven’t talked to Sarah ever since the confrontation at her house, in which water magically flew at her face. You’ve also only been hanging out with Rafe at your house. So, yeah, it’s been a while since the last argument.

If you were still friends with her, you would step up in there and separate them before it got physical. But since you’re not, and that would only make things worse, you stay put on the kitchen doorway.

Sarah starts stepping in closer and closer to the girl’s face, provoking her into snapping. And it works.

The girl snaps and in record time her hands go straight to Sarah’s face. Acrylic nails ready to do damage to the kook princess’s face.

You sip your drink and study the room, letting the two girls fight it out as everyone stopped what they’re doing to watch. 

Until something caught your eye. The girl’s friends are still standing very close to Sarah, smiling as the fight continues. Sometimes even eyeing each other. And that only means one thing, from what you’ve learned with all the fights Rafe has been involved in: they’re planning to jump in if the fight starts to get the better of their friend.

You down your drink as fast as you can and cringe at the burning sensation on your throat, throwing the cup into the bin in the kitchen.

The girls step forward and you do the same, still keeping a distance from them so they don’t see you as a threat just yet.

Sarah gets a good punch into the girl’s face and that is enough to make her stumble back slightly. You grin and Sarah wipes the blood off her cheek. 

As soon as you see the girl coming back in full force towards Sarah, so do her friends. But you’re quick on your feet. You go through the stupid audience of teenagers to get behind them. And as one of the friends extends her arm to get to Sarah, who is already fighting the girl again, you grab an handful of the girl’s friend’s hair and pull her towards you.

The sound of cheers out of pure excitement and shock from drunk and high teenagers surround you as soon as that same girl falls into the ground beside you, away from Sarah. 

The other friend turns towards you and also joins. Leaving you to fight two girls as Sarah fights the girl that started it all.

You don’t even know why this fight started in the first place but no one is being jumped on your watch.

As both you and Sarah land your clenched fists and open hands into the girls, everyone starts to get even more hyped. Calling their friends and everything.

A fist collides with your cheek as you fight one of the girls and you just see red. The metallic taste of blood coats your tongue and you pull the girl that you’re fighting to the ground before turning to the one that just hit you. 

Rage is written all of your faces as you look at each other.

Sarah lifts her eyes to you as she gets some time to breathe and shock almost stops her from ducking the next hit.

As you two fight, the word of a fight happening travels fast through the boring party. Even faster than normal now that Sarah Cameron is involved.

Rafe was talking to Kelce when he heard the commotion inside the house. And right as it got louder, someone ran over towards them to yelled ‘GIRL FIGHT!!’. 

That was enough to make them walk away and go check it out, still in someway focused in their conversation. Until...

“Since when does Sarah get into fights?” A girl shouts to her friend.

That makes both Rafe and Kelce move faster, and as they got to the front, the sight is just even worse than they expected.

You’re involved too?

“Grab Sarah” He tells Kelce.

The boy nods at his friend and does as told, equally not finding the fight entertaining to watch, unlike everyone else.

Some sober guys do the same when they notice what Rafe and Kelce were trying to do. 

Rafe walks over to you and pulls you up from a girl that is already on the ground struggling to fight back, wrapping an arm over your torso and taking you back with him.

“You fucking bitch!” You scream as he pulls you away, “Try jumping Sarah one more fucking time and you’ll see what happens to you”

Rafe starts walking away while pulling you with him as he notices that the other girls are being held back too as they scream at you.

“Oh really? Want to try and do that?” The girl, you were just fighting, screams.

You escape Rafe’s arms for a quick second and run towards her bloody self, but he’s quicker than you. 

“She’s not worth it, let’s go” Rafe tells you as he pulls you back against him.

You continue to scowl at the girl that continues to scream but you don’t move. Rafe ignores the girl’s words and pulls you with him, just taking a step back.

Kelce does the same with Sarah, risking his own untouched face when having to go around the girls to follow Rafe out.

“Keep your bitch away from us, Sarah!” One of the girl screams.

“Yeah. Before that whore gets what she deserves!”

Something in Sarah snaps.

She fights off Kelce’s arms and jumps on top of the girl that had just opened her mouth to insult you. Rafe when seeing it happen, pulls you with all his strength away from the whole fight and even the house.

“Sarah!” Kelce shouts, trying to pull her away from the girl that’s getting the beating of her life.

Someone appears next to him and helps him pull her away. Topper. Who, sadly, had just gotten to the party hoping to have a good time.

The two boys pull her away and drag her the same way Rafe dragged you out.

You lean back into Rafe’s car and take a few deep breaths as he stands next to you.

“What the fuck just happened?” Topper screams as he gets out of the house, loud enough for Rafe and you to look up at him.

You don’t answer and look at your feet, adrenaline running out of your body, making it shake uncontrollably and intensely.

“Want to go in the car?” Rafe asks, laying his hand on the back of your head carefully.

You shake your head and decide to take a seat on the floor, not wanting to get his car dirty with any blood. Rafe is careful to not come too close to you, afraid of you snapping at him.

Kelce, Top and Sarah get to the car and you watch Sarah as she wipes the blood off her nose and walks to take a seat on the ground, slightly away from you.

Everyone stays silent around you two, letting you calm down on your own. And only when it seemed pacific enough, they all took their seats next to you on the dirt ground.

You lean your pounding head on Rafe’s shoulder while closing your eyes, trying to ignore the anger that still bubbles in you.

You open your eyes once again to find Sarah staring back. You two stared at each other silently and a small grin lays over the lips of the both of you.

(...)

You scroll through your phone while sitting on the bed as Rafe sleeps peacefully with his head over your thigh.

It’s been at least 2 hours since the fight. You had all gone home almost an hour after, so everything and everyone is more than calm now.

Rafe took care of your wounds and tried to help Sarah, who didn’t say anything but a ‘no, thank you’ before locking herself in her room. 

You two ignored that and also went to Rafe’s room, just to try and get some sleep. In which you can that it was easy for him.

Your fingers play with Rafe’s hair slowly and you sigh as sleep seems more distant as minutes go by. Rafe, unconsciously, leans into your soft touch and you smile when noticing.

A light knock on the bedroom door disrupts your peace and you look up, expecting to person to peek in. But he/she doesn’t even try to knock a second time.

You put down your phone on the night stand and unwrap Rafe’s arms from around you, before lifting his head carefully from your lap and laying it over the pillow.

He fidgets a bit as you stand up but calms down as you cover him back up with the covers.

You walk over to the door and open it slowly to find... no one. You frown and take a step out of room to check if the person is still around.

Sarah is walking over to her room.

“Sarah?” You whisper at her.

She turns around to you and stares as if conflicted with her own thoughts.

“Could you help me with something?” She asks.

You nod and walk out of Rafe’s room, closing the door behind you.

You walk over to her and she turns to make you follow her towards her room, where she has laid in her bed cotton balls and the med-kit.

“I can’t make myself do it” She says softly, closing the door behind the two of you.

So, you help her. You clean up her wounds despite her complains and whimpers. And once done, you’re left in the silence of her room while you put everything away.

“Than-” She starts, but stops, making you look at her. She looks like she’s questioning her own choice of words, “Thank you for helping me today”

You smile a bit and shrug.

“No worries” You answer.

The silence sets between you two again and you sit back on the bed, next to her.

“Need to get some fresh air” Sarah says, not wanting to deal with the awkward absence of noise, “Let’s go”.

She gets up from her bed quickly and runs towards her window, looking over her shoulder to check on you.

“Get your ass up. I’m not waiting for long”

A smile grows on your face and you get up from the bed as well, following her.

Sarah opens her window, jumping out to the rooftop in front of it, and you do the same, just slower, as Sarah sits comfortably on the hard surface.

You do the same and you notice that, this time, the silence is less awkward. The sound of random cars in the distance is enough to fill the air just right.

“I haven’t been up here in a while” You admit, looking at the water behind the deck, at the back of the house.

“This used to be our spot” She states.

You nod while hugging your legs, registering her words and soft tone. It sounds almost like how she spoke when you two were friends, before you started dating Rafe, of course.

Sarah laughs at her own thoughts and you look at her.

“I remember that we would throw these things at my dad and Rafe when they would talk on the porch” She says while lifting the fruit that the large tree next to the house grows and falls onto the ceiling.

You chuckle at her words, remembering right away.

“Or at Topper, so you’d get his attention” You add making her shake her head in disbelief.

“Oh, gosh. Don’t even remind me” She says, “That’s so embarrassing”

You continue to smile at the memories and the tense air slowly lifts off from between you two.

“Did you already like Rafe when we did that?” She asks, catching you off guard.

You stay silent for a second.

“Yeah, in some way” You admit, “It was just a small crush at that time, I think”

She nods with a smile while looking at the water.

“When did you start dating?” She asks and you look at her confused, “Sorry, I’m just curious”.

“At the midsummers, the one before we uhm... argued” You explain, feeling weird when talking about the main conflict that was treated for 2 years as the one that should not be named.

Sarah nods again, grabbing a dry leaf from beside her.

“Did you have a crush on him before we became friends?”

“You mean when we were 5?” You ask her in disbelief and she laughs at her words, almost as if finding it ridiculous of her to assume such thing.

“Well, did you?” She asks while holding her laughter and you smile.

“God no! He liked bugs and eating dirt!”

Sarah laughs out loud at your disgust and you smile while looking away into the streets, observing the neighbors walking home late.

The silence is set between the two of you again and you smile at the memories of small Rafe annoying the crap out of Sarah, as you would stand there and tell him to stop.

“I exaggerated” Sarah starts, making you look at her, “When you told me that you two had been seeing each other, or dating, I exaggerated. I uhm... I just hated the idea of Rafe having you all to himself and- I don’t know. I just felt awful that you had chosen him before me”

You stare at her confused.

“Sarah. You were my best friend, nothing or no one was going to be before you” You say, still confused with her confession, “Not even your brother”

“I know. My dad told me that right after our fight” She continues, “I just couldn’t admit that I was being a drama queen. Still couldn’t after two years, actually. I just went with it”

You don’t say anything.

“I know it was stupid. Gosh, it was the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done. But I just couldn’t admit that I was wrong, not after all I said”

You look away from her as she continues.

“And everything that I said that day. Or even anything I said for these 2 years. It’s all just awful. You didn’t deserve to hear any of that”

“I’m not a saint either, Sarah. I also said a lot of shi-”

“But not as bad as I did. I made you seem like a gold digger and- Ugh! Just so many things. All because you had started dating my brother. It’s just so god damn childish of me”

You look back at her and she looks more than disappointed as she tears the small dry leaf in various pieces.

“That doesn’t matter any more, Sarah” You tell her, “You’ve grown out of it, just like I did. That’s what matters”

She sighs and looks back at you.

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to forgive me” she admits, her guilt weighting her down, “What I did was fucked up to an extreme, and you had the patience to hear it all and almost never clap back. I’m just- I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever said, or ever done.”

You smile at her words.

“And yes, the water you threw at me that day kinda woke me up for this” She says and you laugh loudly with her.

After you two calmed down, your laughs fell into smiles.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too” You answer with a lower tone.

Sarah awes and throws her arms over you into an hug, squeezing you and hopefully filling you with all the love possible.

“But really,” She starts, head still leading onto yours, “How were you so patient with me?”

“Having patience is something you have to learn when both dating and being friends with Cameron’s” You tell her, making her giggle next to you.

“Excuse you?!” Someone asks from the window behind you, making Sarah scream bloody murder and you jump in her arms.

Rafe, himself, stares out from the window beside you, ready for vengeance, now that you questioned his ability to not be annoying.

 - - - - - - - -

Hope you guys enjoyed this ❤️

[artbyrobot]

Linux vs Windows for Robot's Brains

A colleague of mine asked why I'm using Windows for the robot's brains instead of Linux. Well, in my experience, if you set a program on windows to real-time priority or even above normal priority, it will give most of the processor over to that process and act like a real time operating system. So whatever "bloat" windows may have of background processes is quite cleared up by that. Also, IMO the background processes of windows don't take up that much processor and with multi-core processors and distributed processing any background tasks just won't impact performance much at all IMO. So performance-wise the hit is negligible and unnoticeable IMO. Then comes the upsides (since the downsides were nearly imperceivable). The upsides are I already have many years of experience working with windows API and can reuse the existing code I have developed for AI on Windows. That's a huge advantage so I'm not working from scratch. Also, loads of 3rd party programs and libraries that are well supported run on windows - moreso even than Linux I believe. So I would have easy access to tools. I also own a lot of 3rd party software that is paid software that run on Windows (and may not run on Linux) that the robot can then utilize as tools. Also, troubleshooting operating system problems and knowing common causes is a big deal at times and I have decades of doing so on Windows so that I know it like the back of my hand and can easily fix problems. So that is huge too. So if you are working on a SUPER resource constrained slow single core computer, sure, maybe Linux. But if you have a multi-core higher end gaming pc in the robot's chest, it has WAY more than enough power to run Windows without taking any noticeable hit in performance and one should use windows if they have more experience or exclusive experience with windows rather than attempt to learn a whole new operating system for no good reason IMO.

Oh yeah, one more thing: while testing the AI, I’ll be using it on my personal desktop PC which will act kind of like Siri as I’m training it. My PC is Windows. So if I were to develop the AI for Linux, I’d have to also train it on Linux rather than windows so I couldn’t use it on my personal PC unless I used a virtual machine or something. Basically, I want the AI listening to me and watching me at all times when I’m using the computer and learning about me that way and learning in general that way. It would be getting to know me silently but also possibly speaking to me at times or asking me questions about what I’m doing. I would also want it to be able to interface with any programs I’m using on my personal PC to assist me in whatever ways. So even if it were on a sandbox virtual machine that would then lock it out from helping me on windows doing whatever tasks I’m doing and being interactive with me in that way. That would not be ideal.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Mall

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The only warning Jiang Cheng gets before Wei Wuxian drapes himself over his back is Lan Wangji’s low “Careful” right before Wei Wuxian’s shriek.

It gives Jiang Cheng enough time to brace himself, but the impact still punches the breath out of him.

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian yells as if Jiang Cheng could have ignored his entrance and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes, even though Wei Wuxian doesn’t care.

“What?” he bites out when Wei Wuxian doesn’t immediately start talking, and he closes his book.

He won’t get any more studying done with Wei Wuxian hanging off him like that, and he still struggles enough with this concept that he needs his full attention for the tasks they were assigned.

“It’s almost your birthday!” Wei Wuxian excitedly says, finally releasing Jiang Cheng and moving around the table to sit in front of him, almost vibrating out of his skin in excitement.

“It is?” Jiang Cheng mutters and realises with a start that Wei Wuxian is right.

It’s almost November.

Jiang Cheng nods gratefully at Lan Wangji when he sits down next to Wei Wuxian and puts a calming hand to his shoulder, because it means for just a moment Wei Wuxian is distracted enough that Jiang Cheng gets a moment to think.

He didn’t realize that time was passing by so quickly and that it was already time for his birthday.

Not that it means anything, because his birthday has never been anything special.

“What are you going to do?” Wei Wuxian asks him, when he manages to tear his eyes away from Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng looks down at the book in front of him.

“Nothing,” he says with a shrug. “Shouldn’t you worry about your birthday first?” he then asks before Wei Wuxian can pester him for more answers and that at least gets Wei Wuxian talking.

He’s planning a huge Halloween party—like every year—except that this time he’s planning to drag Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen into it, since he wants to do it at their place.

Jiang Cheng nods along with Wei Wuxian’s plans, because he didn’t really expect anything else.

Of course Wei Wuxian would just do as he normally does, and of course Lan Wangji is smitten enough with him that he doesn’t tell him off. Jiang Cheng is just surprised that Lan Xichen seemingly agreed to this, but then again the guy loves his brother and he would never do anything that would make Lan Wangji unhappy. And denying Wei Wuxian a huge ass part would make Wei Wuxian very unhappy, which would make Lan Wangji unhappy.

Jiang Cheng distantly wonders if Wei Wuxian realized that yet but then he thinks that if he had, he would be shamelessly exploiting it anyway.

“And it’ll be so epic,” Wei Wuxian finishes his rant and Jiang Cheng tunes back in, hoping that it at least looks like he was listening the whole time.

“Once we sobered up, we’ll get started on your birthday planning,” Wei Wuxian says with a huge smile and Jiang Cheng just barely suppresses a shiver.

“That’s not—” Jiang Cheng starts but he doesn’t even know what he wants to say. “I don’t—” 

Images of dinner with his parents flash through his mind and Jiang Cheng goes cold all over, remembering it. 

“See you,” he finally presses out as he quickly gathers his things, trying his damn hardest to keep his breath slow and even, but it’s not working so well, going by the wide-eyed look Wei Wuxian throws him, and even Lan Wangji seems worried.

Jiang Cheng is pretty sure that they are calling him back as he runs away from them, but he can’t really hear what they are saying over the rushing in his ears.

He didn’t realize that it was already that time of year. He tries to not think about his birthday too often and now that’s biting him in the ass, because it’s hitting him unprepared.

Jiang Cheng isn’t really paying attention as to where he’s running to but he comes to an abrupt stop when he realizes he’s on his way to Lan Qiren’s house.

Home, a very treacherous part of him thinks and Jiang Cheng tries to push that thought away.

Jiang Cheng has his own room there, has a key and his presence in the house is undeniable, but it still feels dangerous to think of it as his home. If he does, he admits that he’s attached and then it can slip through his fingers again.

But the house is the only thing that comes to mind when he thinks of the concept of home and Jiang Cheng isn’t even surprised to find that he never thinks of his parent’s house like that.

Jiang Cheng briefly thinks about going somewhere else like the fitness studio, or maybe even the library, but then he remembers Lan Xichen’s words and he knows he can’t do that.

If Lan Xichen catches him there, he’ll be disappointed and Jiang Cheng could never take that, but especially not today.

In the end Jiang Cheng keeps going where he was originally headed, and he lets out a relieved breath when he realizes that Lan Qiren isn’t at home yet.

It gives Jiang Cheng time to put himself together.

Sadly, it also gives him time to think about his birthday again.

Lan Qiren hasn’t said anything about his birthday yet, and Jiang Cheng knows what that means. He’s not doing good enough.

His grades are not the best, especially not lately, and of course Lan Qiren knows about that. Of course Jiang Cheng doesn’t deserve any kind of reward.

And he doesn’t even dare to think about asking Lan Qiren if he can have his siblings over on the weekend because he’s already imposing enough on Lan Qiren and he couldn’t possibly ask for more.

He can’t ask Wei Wuxian if they can do it at his place, cause he’s already having a huge party and it would be too much to ask Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji to host his party—as small as it may be—as well. Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to ask Jiang Yanli either, because he doubts Jin Zixuan would be happy about that and that really doesn’t leave him with any options.

And really, what does it matter anyway? He’s not sleeping in the streets and he should be thankful for that. Instead he is thinking about asking for more than he should and Jiang Cheng wonders if it will ever stop. If he will ever learn not to be too greedy, too demanding and instead learn his place.

Jiang Cheng mostly has his mind made up when he opens the door and steps into the house and it makes him feel better.

He’s not going to ask for anything. He doesn’t expect Lan Qiren to do anything special for him on that day—his parents never did, after all, and he’s not sure his grades warrant anything anyway—and he can survive one year without the usual sibling evening for his birthday.

It will be fine.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng manages to put the thought of his birthday out of his mind for the most part, but of course there’s still this lingering nagging in his brain, insisting that maybe he just needs to talk to Lan Qiren for once, and that he’ll be surprised by what comes out.

But Jiang Cheng knows that’s stupid—has learned it for years and years, to never hope for anything—and so he keeps quiet. He doesn’t think Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji said anything to Lan Qiren either; they have been more attentive ever since that last episode and would never force anything like this and Jiang Cheng is thankful for it.

Especially since the first tests are coming up and Jiang Cheng has to study hard for those; he doesn’t have time to worry over other things.

“I’m back,” Jiang Cheng calls out when he comes through the front door one day, and he frowns when he sees another pair of shoes in the hallway.

He wasn’t aware they were expecting anyone, but of course Lan Qiren can have guests over whenever he wants.

“Welcome home,” Lan Xichen calls out, clearly from the kitchen, and Jiang Cheng relaxes.

He doesn’t think anything of it, because Lan Xichen is over a lot lately, especially to help with cooking and teaching Jiang Cheng, but when he comes into view and sees Lan Qiren seated at the table and Lan Xichen deliberately disinterested in the kitchen Jiang Cheng tenses.

“What—did I do something wrong?” Jiang Cheng lowly asks, frozen in the doorway but he’s relieved to see that Lan Qiren immediately shakes his head.

“Of course not, Wanyin,” he reassures him, but he points at the chair opposite of him and Jiang Cheng reluctantly sits down.

He can’t remember doing anything wrong, but he probably just missed something.

He always does.

“Is this about my grades?” he carefully asks, because they did have a test today, and he wouldn’t be surprised if his was graded first, just so Lan Qiren can know how he’s doing.

“Should it be?” Lan Qiren asks with a frown, and Jiang Cheng barely has the chance to worry before Lan Xichen comes in.

“Uncle,” he says, clearly reminding Lan Qiren that this is not about that and Lan Qiren nods at him.

“No, it’s not,” Lan Qiren says to Jiang Cheng then, though he continues to be serious.

Much more serious than Jiang Cheng would like.

“Your birthday is coming up, right?” Lan Xichen asks, clearly in an attempt to diffuse the tension, but Jiang Cheng only tenses more at his words.

“Yes,” he curtly says and then falls silent, waiting for Lan Qiren to tell him where this is going.

He doesn’t want to say anything wrong after all.

“Do you have any plans? Any wishes?” Lan Qiren asks when it becomes clear that Jiang Cheng will not be the one to break the silence and Jiang Cheng ducks his head.

“I don’t—how are my grades?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and ducks his head again when Lan Qiren simply blinks at him.

“What does one have to do with the other?” Lan Qiren demands to know, making Jiang Cheng shrink back, but like always, Lan Xichen is there to intervene.

“Wanyin, if you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to,” he says and puts his hand on Jiang Cheng’s arm. “But if you want to, we’re here to listen.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Jiang Cheng asks to gain some time to bring his thoughts into order and Lan Xichen gives him a sheepish smile.

“We suspected that this might not be an easy topic for you since you never spoke about it before,” he admits. “And it seems that my presence helps sometimes.”

Jiang Cheng nods, because they are not wrong about either of those things, but he still stays silent because he doesn’t even know where to start.

“Why would your grades relate to your birthday?” Lan Qiren eventually gently prompts and Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath.

He keeps his eyes on the table, unable to meet Lan Qiren’s or Lan Xichen’s gaze as he talks about this.

Jiang Cheng would really rather not talk about this at all, but Lan Qiren has shown him in the past that he’s not like Jiang Cheng’s parents, so maybe this won’t be too bad and Jiang Cheng clings to that thought as he starts to talk.

“It’s just that—usually—I mean—“ he stutters out and finds that he’s not as calm as he thought he is about this.

The panic is right there, lodged in his throat and stomach and Jiang Cheng wants to shake with it, but Lan Xichen still has his hand on Jiang Cheng’s arm and he squeezes lightly.

“Take your time,” he tells him, and Jiang Cheng nods, but it still takes him a few minutes to get his breathing back under control.

“What I get for my birthday is dependent on the grades I have,” Jiang Cheng finally whispers, and he flinches when both Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren jerk at his words.

“What do you mean by that?” Lan Qiren asks him, clearly needing more of an explanation than this and Jiang Cheng grimaces.

“If my grades are not good, I’m not allowed to ask for anything,” Jiang Cheng mutters and decides not to tell them that in the eyes of his mother, his grades could never be good enough, no matter what he did.

“I don’t know how my grades are right now, so I’m not sure what I’m allowed to ask for,” Jiang Cheng finally finishes weakly, though he knows that his grades are hardly good enough to warrant any kind of reward, no matter how small it might be.

“You’re allowed to ask for anything,” Lan Qiren tells him, but Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

He knows he is not.

“I don’t--I’m not even sure I passed the test today, there’s nothing I could—” Jiang Cheng trails off, his breath speeding up again.

He never admitted to his failings before, never dared too, but now it simply slipped out and the panic is gripping him hard. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I promise to do better, I’ll study more,” Jiang Cheng tries, but deep down he wonders how long Lan Qiren will allow him to fuck up like this.

They all know he’s too stupid for that particular subject and it can only be a matter of time before Lan Qiren—and Lan Xichen as well—get fed up with his empty promises.

“Breathe, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen gently reminds him, and Jiang Cheng itches to obey him, but it still takes him a while before his breath comes easy again.

“I didn’t do anything to earn a celebration of my birth yet,” Jiang Cheng finally mutters when he feels stable again and he fears he did something wrong again when absolute silence settles over the kitchen.

Jiang Cheng isn’t even sure if Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen are still breathing, but he’s too scared to check.

“That hateful woman,” Lan Qiren eventually chokes out and he sounds as mad as Jiang Cheng has ever heard him.

It only makes him lower his head even further and he brings his shoulders up, because if he already made Lan Qiren this angry then Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to do anything else to anger him further.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng whispers, desperately wishing that he just never came home, that they never brought this horrible topic up, but regrets never got him anywhere. It’s already done after all.

 “I am not angry with you,” Lan Qiren says and suddenly it’s him at Jiang Cheng’s side and no longer Lan Xichen.

“But you sound—” Jiang Cheng whispers, because Lan Qiren sounded so angry and Jiang Cheng knows that never means anything good.

“I’m not angry with you,” Lan Qiren sighs again. “I am angry with your parents.”

“Oh,” Jiang Cheng says, because that he didn’t expect. “I mean, they always were there for dinner on my birthday, so it’s not so bad,” he tries to explain, but Lan Qiren shakes his head.

“It is that bad,” he simply states. “Here in this house we celebrate your birthday. What would you like?” he asks and Jiang Cheng can only blink at him.

“But I didn’t—” he cuts himself off before he can say ‘earn it yet’ because with how this afternoon is going, he doesn’t think Lan Qiren would be too happy about it.

“What would you like?” Lan Qiren repeats softly and Jiang Cheng turns questioning eyes on Lan Xichen, hoping that he can help him.

“It’s your birthday, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen says with a small smile, even though it does look a little bit sad. “Of course you will get presents.”

Jiang Cheng worries his lower lip, because never before did he have to articulate a wish to a guardian or parent before and he doesn’t know what to ask for.

Oh, he does know what he wants to ask for, but he’s still not sure this won’t come back to bite him in the ass, so he figures it’s best to play it safe for now.

“Jiang Wanyin, you’re the best son anyone could wish for and you deserve to get something you really want on your birthday,” Lan Qiren suddenly speaks up and Jiang Cheng jerks with his words, before his eyes dart over to Lan Xichen again.

He’s worried he’ll take this the wrong way, that he will be mad with Jiang Cheng for taking that praise away from him, but Lan Xichen only smiles at him.

“He’s right, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen says with a shrug. “Don’t look that startled, I know what you think, and it’s different. Wangji and I are his nephews.”

“That’s not true, Xichen,” Lan Qiren says and now he’s reaching out for Lan Xichen. “I have raised you since you were five and Wangji since he was two. I don’t see you as my nephews, I see you as my sons. And all three of you make me very, very proud.”

“Oh,” Lan Xichen breathes out and his surprise makes Lan Qiren’s words a little easier to bear for Jiang Cheng. He isn’t used to parents giving praise out that easily. Usually it’s a competition and praise is a limited goods. “I didn’t actually know that,” Lan Xichen mutters eventually and Lan Qiren sighs.

“And that’s on me,” Lan Qiren immediately says. “I should have made that clear sooner. I’m sorry.”

Jiang Cheng’s head is spinning with Lan Qiren’s words; not only did he admit to making a mistake but he also apologized for it—which adults never do, in Jiang Cheng’s experience—but he also praised Jiang Cheng in the same breath as Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, who are objectively the better students.

Arguably even the better humans, but Jiang Cheng tries to push that thought far away.

“Thank you for saying it now,” Lan Xichen says and now he’s practically beaming at Lan Qiren, who all of a sudden seems very uncomfortable with the situation.

“Nonsense,” he grumbles and tugs on his beard a few times, before he turns his attention back on Jiang Cheng. “Now to get back to what you want for your birthday,” he says and Jiang Cheng thinks that maybe it’s time to just accept that Lan Qiren really means this.

That this year Jiang Cheng is allowed to wish for something.

“I—there’s this program,” Jiang Cheng starts hesitantly but when Lan Qiren nods encouragingly at him, he continues. “A computer program for architects,” Jiang Cheng finishes in a whisper and Lan Qiren’s eyes light up.

“Architecture? You’re interested in that?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng admits and looks down at his hands. “I usually only doodle a few sketches—of course, only when I’m done with my studies and homework—but it would be nice to plan something in a program for once.”

“I never doubt that you’re working very hard and finishing all of your duties before you relax,” Lan Qiren reassures him. “So you would want the program?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng whispers but this time it’s Lan Xichen who starts talking.

“But can your laptop handle it? I have seen it and it’s verging on the older side, isn’t it? Will the program still run on there?”

Well, the one Jiang Cheng very desperately wants will not, but they don’t have to know that. Jiang Cheng can probably safe up for a new laptop in less than a year if he’s smart about it.

“Yes,” he says, but it seems like Lan Qiren looks right through him, because he throws him a look.

It makes Jiang Cheng shrink back on instinct but then he huffs out a laugh.

At least Lan Qiren notices when Jiang Cheng is lying to him.

“I mean—the more simple ones will,” he amends his previous statement and Lan Qiren nods as if it’s decided.

“Wangji and me will get the program then,” Lan Xichen says, more to Lan Qiren than to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng frowns.

“And I will get the new laptop,” Lan Qiren says and Jiang Cheng stares at him.

“That would be way too much! You shouldn’t do that!”

“It’s your birthday, of course we should. Actually, I’m not quite as versed in these things, and I’m not sure what kind of requirements the laptop would need, so why don’t you go with Xichen to the mall and see if you can find something that would fit your needs?”

“I’ll make sure he picks something that’s not outdated in a year,” Lan Xichen says with a teasing smile and Jiang Cheng blushes.

“You really don’t have to do that. Just the one program would be enough.”

“Nonsense,” Lan Qiren immediately says. “You will get something good for your birthday.”

“Alright,” Jiang Cheng whispers, unbearably happy with how this whole talk turned out and he has to fight the urge to hug Lan Qiren, his eyes burning with emotions.

He’s not one for too much physical contact, Jiang Cheng has noticed that before, and so Jiang Cheng sits on his hands.

“One hug won’t kill him,” Lan Xichen whispers as he leans over the table, absolutely loud enough for Lan Qiren to hear and Jiang Cheng flushes again.

“It won’t,” Lan Qiren agrees and even moves his chair a bit back in invitation.

And Jiang Cheng really can’t pass something like that up, so he gets up and immediately darts in for a hug.

Despite not liking them, Lan Qiren is very good at them, and Jiang Cheng would never complain if they lasted a bit longer, but he doesn’t want to overdo it, so he pulls away after a short while.

“Thank you,” he whispers and Lan Qiren awkwardly pats his shoulder.

“You are very welcome, Wanyin. Now tell me how you want to celebrate.”

“What?”

“I’m guessing you want your siblings to come over? And maybe Wangji and Xichen? I heard you’re friends with Huaisang, too? Invite him as well, if you want to.”

“For—lunch?” Jiang Cheng hesitantly asks but Lan Qiren frowns.

“Don’t youths usually do dinner and a movie or something?” he asks and Lan Xichen snorts out a laugh.

“Or something,” he says with a nod and Jiang Cheng’s own mouth twitches as well but he bites it back.

“The curfew,” Jiang Cheng starts and then ends with a shrug.

He really doesn’t want to impose this on Lan Qiren as well, but Lan Qiren shakes his head.

“Your birthday is on a Friday, right? I don’t see why you couldn’t stay up a little bit longer on your birthday.”

“We can do it at our place, uncle,” Lan Xichen offers, even though Jiang Cheng didn’t even ask him and Lan Xichen smiles at him.

“Wanyin could sleep over, and you wouldn’t have to worry about him or stay up for far longer than you normally do.”

It’s a reasonable suggestion, but Jiang Cheng never wanted to ask Lan Xichen about this in the first place, not with how Wei Wuxian will have his party at their place as well, but when both Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen look expectantly at him, he can’t refuse them.

“Sounds good,” he chokes out and immediately Lan Xichen’s smile is back.

“Perfect! Just let me know what you’d like for dinner and snacks and I’ll get everything ready.”

“No,” Jiang Cheng interjects, because he will not allow Lan Xichen do to everything. “I can cook and go shopping as well. It’s my party; I should at least help, right?”

“That’s very nice of you to offer,” Lan Qiren says and nods at Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen. “You can do it at your place, but let him help.”

“Alright,” Lan Xichen easily agrees and it does make Jiang Cheng feel a little bit better.

“Thank you,” he whispers to both of them and his eyes start to burn when both Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen put a hand to his shoulders.

“Always,” Lan Xichen immediately says and Lan Qiren nods.

“That’s what family is like,” he softly tells him and Jiang Cheng nods, not trusting his voice to hold out at all.

Lan Qiren said something like that before, and all of his actions are very in line with it as well, and Jiang Cheng might just start trusting that he is safe here, with them.

It would be so very nice to not be proven wrong this time.

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