#and when i asked her where the rest of my sponges were she said we were running out anyway

[gumballavocadoharry]

Kindergarten crush:

Abby came through the door, eyes glistening, rhythm in her step, hair with extra bounce and lips stick in a shimmery smile. Harry turned from the table, scanning his daughter's face up and down with his own sweet smile. "Hello bunny, how was school?"

"Wonderful! He's amazing!" An arch tore across Harry's eyebrow, "He?" Abby sat closer to her father, "Paul. Paul Haskins. He has the biggest brown eyes ever!" Abby skipped to her bedroom, leaving behind a perplexed Harry at the dining table. Yn shuttled only a few minutes in the door. "So, Paul?" Harry nodded, watching Yn setting her purse down on the couch. Harry took a deep breath, "Paul this and Paul that...what does Abby see in boys anyway?"

Yn allowed a smirk to ring through her cheeks, "Since when do you have a problem with boys?" "Abby is too young to be considering any of that stuff now," Harry waved his hand, completely disparaging the notion. Yn tilted her head a little, "Paul's a nice boy. I met his mother and she's very nice." Harry scoffed, "Well... still."

Dinner time was filled with Abby's giggles and Harry's funny stories. Slurping her spaghetti, Abby's eyes gave way to a twinkle, "Spaghetti is Paul's favorite food. His mommy makes it for him all the time." Harry's grip on his fork tightened. "He gave some to me at school the other day, along with part of his oatmeal raisin cookies."

"What about daddy's grilled cheese sandwiches with extra cheese?" Harry's eyes scanning his little daughter's for maybe even an ounce, of excitement or validation. "It's good too, though." Harry gave his puppy pout like he usually did whenever something upset him. After the dinner dishes were cleared, Harry was parked at the sink scrubbing away at his more than clean plate. "Harry," He turned slightly on his name before turning back to the sink. "Paul, Paul, Paul... that's all she ever thinks about now."

Yn rubbed his back, "She just has a little crush right now, Harry. She still loves you...." Harry dropped the sponge into the sink, "She loves Paul right now, Yn," He unplugged the sink. "Abby was crazy about me before.... Paul came around..." Harry said his name like it was dreadful gulp of saline flavored medicine. "Harry.... Abby is still crazy about you.... she's always going to need you... and Paul's not going to take that away." Harry let a smidge of reassurance creep into him, urging a smile across his face.

That night, Harry peeked into Abby's room where she was sound asleep. He snuck in- hovering over her little limp body, tucking back a stray piece of hair that slinked across face. "My little princess," He whispered to himself, "My forever little princess." Harry bent down and planted a soft kiss to her cheek before tiptoeing out of the room.

The next afternoon, Yn had left to pick Abby up from school. She walked to her classroom where she saw Abby and Paul talking and laughing with each other. They walked out to their cubbies together, before they parted ways with their respective parent. "Is he nice?" Yn asked, "Very! He said he would draw me a picture tomorrow at school!"

"That's great sweetie!" Yn lifted her 5 year into her arms. That night, Abby was so excited, that Yn thought for sure her head would explode. Harry sulked in his chair watching Abby go on and on about Paul. "Maybe we could draw a picture together too baby?" Abby shot her father a smile before turning her attention back to the TV. Harry was quiet the rest of the night. Instead, he made a silent vow to pick Abby up from school the next day, as to point Paul out from the class. But things were different.

Abby ran to Harry as usual but was unusually quiet. "Hey Abby, how was school Pumpkin? Did.... Paul make you the picture he promised?" Abby shook her head. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "He didn't?" She fell into his arms and cried. "He likes Angie better! He drew her the picture instead!" Harry lifted Abby into his arms. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry to hear that!" "I thought he liked me!"

"It'll be okay Abby," Harry cooed, "Daddy likes you..." Abby wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Daddy loves you to be exact." Abby looked down at the pavement of the parking lot. "Why don't me and you go get an afternoon snack? Does Dairy Queen sound good?" A smile grew on Abby's face. "Oh yeah!"

Yn set the Tv remote down upon hearing the front door open. Crinkles of paper bags sounded loudly through the house. "I bought us dinner," Harry said, setting the bag on the kitchen island. "Oh, and Abby and Paul are no longer an item." Yn raised an eyebrow, "You're happy about that, aren't you?" He shrugged, wearing a cheeky dimply ear to ear smile. "Maybe..." He held up her ice cream sundae.

"Hungry?" Yn playfully shook her head before digging into to her frozen treat. "How's Abby doing?"

"Well, she was sad at first- Paul had drew a picture for this girl in her class, Angie, instead- but once I asked if she wanted Dairy Queen, she perked right up." He turned to see Abby eating her chicken tenders and fries while watching TV. "It all worked out for the best it seemed."

Yn let a smile crawl across her face. She had a wonderful husband who was a wonderful father too.

*Sorry if this is cringey, I'm working on A LOT right now. *

[okaylikeschaewon]

Chapter 4: Sauna

When you woke up, Chaewon was still deep asleep. You wanted to think she was exhausted after that session, but it was more than likely that she was just tired from all the hard work the group has been putting in recently. After all, they had just one day off before the comeback tomorrow.

This was a huge deal for them as it was their first comeback as a group. You wanted to make sure you were there to support your girlfriend to the best of your ability. Quietly, you got out of the bed, slipped on some casual clothes, and made your way down to the lobby to pick up your mail. After arriving in the mail room, you met your neighbor and nodded respectfully as you walked by.

“Heard quite a bit of noise last night, is everything alright?” your neighbor asked over his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah we were just playing some games and ended up getting very into it,” you answer while turning around.

“Right, games.”

He smiled and patted your shoulder before turning around and walking away. You went to the mailboxes and checked inside while smiling to yourself. Nothing interesting, just some envelopes that were probably bills and a couple of flyers. You picked up the mail and made your way back to your apartment.

After returning to your apartment, you opened the door and dropped off the mail on your table. As you took your shoes off, you heard a noise coming from inside. You found Chaewon on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Cleaning the mess.”

Crouching down next to her, you grab the sponge out of her hand.

“Sweetheart, why?”

“I can clean,” she responds with her adorably tiny voice while looking down at the floor.

“I know you can, but you don’t need to clean my apartment,” you reply. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything is fine,” she answers with a sigh while sitting cross-legged on the floor with her back against your couch.

After plopping down on the floor next to her, you wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“What’s worrying my baby girl?”

“Our comeback… what if it doesn’t go well?”

You pull her closer.

“Impossible.”

The confusion on her face was palpable, “what do you mean it’s impossible?” she demanded.

“I mean exactly that, it’s impossible.”

If looks could kill right now…

“Stop making a joke about it, I’m being serious,” she snaps. “Do you know how much pressure I have? I mean, all of us do, but me especially. Don’t you understand? What if-” she inhales sharply while closing her eyes.

Her excessive rambling clearly showed how flustered she was getting. Somehow she managed to display ten different emotions all at the same time, and you couldn’t help but find it somewhat adorable.

“I don’t think so.”

“Stop that, I’m serious,” she scowls, opening her eyes just enough to glare at you.

“Nope.”

She looked like she was actually about to hit you.

“You look so cute when you’re angry,” you comment while poking her cheek.

“I’m not angry, I’m…” she begins before pausing and sighing heavily. “I don’t even know anymore.”

After a short laugh, you found yourself leaning over and pressing your lips to her soft cheek.

“I won’t pretend to have all the answers, but I know you are going to have a great comeback,” you whisper against her face. “But today, we are going to have so much fun in the pool while you forget about everything for just a little bit.”

Tilting her head slightly, she smiles weakly at you.

“Seriously though, I can’t shake the idea that it might flop.”

While pulling her into a tight hug, you nuzzle your cheek against hers.

“Well, if it flops and you get fired, you can come live with me and clean up my floors as much as you want,” you reply with a hint of mockery. “As long as the mess is made by us having sex.”

Her giggles combined with the tight squeeze of her hug told you that you must have at least said something right.

—

“You’re late!” Yunjin shouts from across the pool.

“Sorry, sorry!” Chaewon pants as the two of you scurry over to where the rest of the group was standing.

“Hey slow down! It would be a terrible time to sprain an ankle,” Sakura scolds the two of you.

“Sorry!” Chaewon apologizes again while hugging Sakura. “You guys shoulda started without us!”

“How would we all jump into the pool at the same time if we started without you?” Yunjin teases. “Now come on, let’s do this.”

The five girls line up at the edge of the pool, holding hands, when Chaewon looks over her shoulder at you. “What are you waiting for?”

“Oh, I figured this was a group thing,” you reply.

“Aish, stop being like that,” Eunchae shouts. “Get in here!”

The five of them start shouting at you until you walk up and grab Chaewon’s hand. Together, the six of you jump into the pool while screaming. There is a mess of limbs under the water, and you have no idea what is going on. Eventually, you surface and you find yourself in Kazuha’s embrace.

“Oh, why are you hugging me?” she asks innocently while shaking her head, spraying the water off her hair all over.

“I’m not!” you counter. “You’re the one holding me!”

Sakura starts giggling while watching the two of you, meanwhile the other three girls start splashing each other with water.

“How often do you girls do this?” you ask while wiping the water out of your eyes.

“Not as often as we’d like, but every now and then they book the whole pool for us,” Sakura explains. “Benefits of being in one of the biggest companies I guess.”

Her outfit was stunning. She wore a tiny black top with a black zip-up jacket over it. Your gaze naturally found itself peeking at the slight cleavage she was displaying, immersed in her unintentional provocation.

Water splashes on the side of your face and you are quickly brought back to reality as Chaewon floats by on a little pink flamingo.

“Zuha! Join me!”

“Ne!” she shouts back while leaving you behind and paddling over to Chaewon.

Chaewon’s tight blue outfit left almost nothing to the imagination. The thin bodysuit accentuated her beautiful curves, making her cute butt especially prominent. The tiniest bit of her midriff was peeking out as her body bent sideways, making room for Kazuha on the flamingo.

While floating over in the pool, your mind thought of all the things you wanted to do with her. Wrapping your hands around her thin waist, her impeccably peach-like ass sticking out into your hips. That beautiful lower back of hers, and her remarkable ability to arch her back when she was about to cum.

“What are you thinking about?” Sakura asks as the tip of your head bumps into her soft chest.

Water fills your mouth as you flip around in a panic, trying to make sense of where you are in the pool.

“Sorry!” you cough as you finally find yourself upright.

“You alright?” she asks while flashing you a toothy smile, still leaning against the side of the pool with her arms up. “Why is your face so red?”

“Is it?” you ask while feeling your cheek. “Probably just because of all the water I swallowed.”

She giggles faintly.

“Hey, about the other night,” she continues softly. “I don’t- I just- I-”

“It’s alright Sakura,” you interject while leaning your back against the side of the pool next to her. “Nothing happened.”

With pursed lips, she turns to you. “I know nothing happened, but…”

Chaewon and Kazuha’s screams interrupt the conversation as their flamingo flips and the two of them fall into the water, making both you and Sakura turn in unison.

“You alright dummy?!” you shout towards them.

Chaewon stood in the middle of the pool like a statue with her eyes shut as her wet bangs pressed against her forehead. Kazuha was laughing wholeheartedly while chasing after the fleeing flamingo. Eventually, Chaewon slowly walked over to you and Sakura while wiping her eyes.

“I didn’t want my hair to get wet,” she whines while snuggling into your open arms.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before jumping into a pool.”

Sakura starts giggling again while letting her feet float up to the surface.

“He has a point, you know.”

“Don’t take his side!” Chaewon pouts. “I blame the flamingo.”

“Yeah! Silly flamingo!” you joke while Sakura’s laughs continue to fill your ears. With Chaewon in your arms, you couldn’t help but slide your hands around her body. Your fingers find refuge on her ass, gently pressing into it.

“Slide!” Yunjin shouts from across the pool while she follows Eunchae out of the water.

“Me too!” Kazuha shouts back while lifting herself out of the pool, forgetting entirely about the flamingo.

She wore black pants with a long-sleeved white and black top. As she was getting out of the pool, her wet pants were glued to her skin, showing off the shape of her ass perfectly. Your eyes, however, fixated on the tiny bit of her muscular lower back that peeked out as she lifted herself up.

“You’re lucky Chaewon’s not the jealous type,” Sakura comments.

“Oh believe me, this would never work out if I was,” Chaewon adds. “The amount of time I’ve caught him checking out Zuha…”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” you protest. “I mean, come on, have you seen her body?”

Chaewon smiles at you and pecks you on the cheek before turning around and leaning her back against your chest.

“I’m not upset,” she giggles. “Of course I’ve seen her body. In fact, I’ve seen all of it.”

Sakura smirks while watching Kazuha climb the ladder to the slide. Your mind is reminded of Chaewon’s comment about how all idols fool around, and you can’t help but think about how Sakura and Kazuha are roommates.

“Do you want to see Zuha naked?” Chaewon asks you candidly before floating towards Sakura.

Sakura turns back towards you with her eyebrows raised. “Careful, that question sounds like a trap,” she laughs.

“It’s not a trap,” Chaewon interjects, making her voice scarily sweet.

“Of course not sweetie,” you hesitate. “You’re the only one I want to see naked.”

Chaewon rolls her eyes and splashes water at you before leaning against the side of the pool next to Sakura. “Liar,” she scoffs

“Why’d you even ask if we both know the answer?” you ask while splashing her back.

“Because I want to make you a deal,” Chaewon says while wiping the collateral damage off Sakura’s face. “You and Kkura swap beds tonight.”

“Oh? Sounds like your real intention is to get into Sakura’s pants,” you comment, noticing Sakura’s face turning bright red. “Well you have my blessing, but I think it’s up to Sakura.”

“Chaewon, um, when was the last time…?”

“The night before our debut,” Chaewon answers tenderly while wrapping her arms around Sakura’s body. “It seems fitting to spend the night before our first comeback together as well, no?”

It was uncharacteristic of Sakura to get this flustered over something like this, but the girl was a bit of a mess right now. After a few seconds of thought, Sakura nods her head to Chaewon who presses her face against her chest.

“Just to confirm, this means I get Kazuha tonight, right?”

“Only if she wants you,” Chaewon teases while splashing you with water again.

—

After exhausting themselves in the pool, everyone got out and spent some time replenishing. Whether it was sipping on fruity drinks out of various tropical fruits, or sunbathing on the rainbow-colored lawn chairs, relaxation was the only thing that mattered. You decided, after some heavy implications from Chaewon, to spend some time in the sauna.

The scorching heat relaxed your skin as you took a seat, awaiting Chaewon’s arrival. This particular sauna felt warmer than normal, and you felt a thin layer of sweat build up on your skin almost immediately. Leaning your head back, you slowly let your eyes close, letting the warmth drop you into a state of bliss. Without warning, you were taken out of your euphoric trance as you heard the door open.

“Took you long enough,” you mumbled as you opened your eyes. “Oh! Sorry, I thought you were Chaewon,” you quickly corrected yourself. “Come, have a seat.”

Kazuha smiles brightly at you before turning around and locking the door.

“Why did you lock-” you began before quickly bringing your hand up and covering your eyes. “Kazuha… your towel.”

“What’s wrong?” Kazuha asks casually while stepping over her towel and sitting next to you. “I hope you don’t mind, I just want to feel the heat on my skin.”

“Oh a-alright,” you stutter while trying to avert your gaze from her nude body. “I can come back later-”

“Wow, you’re sweating,” Kazuha notes, ignoring you. She starts slowly rubbing her hand across your chest, feeling your sweat-stained skin. “I’m jealous, for some reason I don’t sweat in saunas.”

“I see,” you reply, accidentally catching a quick glimpse of her nude chest.

“No really, look,” she says while grabbing your hand and making you grope her abs. “See? Nothing.”

“Huh, you’re actually not sweating,” you reply while taking another quick peek at her body. “Maybe it just takes you a bit longer.”

“It’s my whole body,” she continues while pushing your hand down towards her lower half. She rubs your hand dangerously close to her lady parts before making you feel her soft thighs. “No matter how long I spend, I don’t know why I don’t sweat.”

“I… don’t know either.”

“Can you help me?”

It was becoming impossible to completely avoid looking at her, but it became truly impossible now as she straddled you and took a seat on your lap.

“Do you mind holding me for a bit? Just to see if it’ll make me sweat.”

You were at a loss for words, and all you could do was sit there while she pressed her soft, but cute, tits into your face. At first you tried to look to the side, but you felt her fingers running through your hair and she pressed your head right up against her body. Her soft skin, layered with her firm muscles, felt incredible.

“This feels one-sided. Please wrap your arms around me, I promise I won’t bite,” she whines playfully. “Unless you want that,” she adds quietly with a whisper.

She had absolutely no shame, and it just clicked in your head that Chaewon wasn’t coming. You brought your hands up to her back and began exploring, feeling every inch of her muscular and toned back. She worked out a lot, and it showed. Still, however, her skin remained unbelievably soft.

“Are you sweating yet?” you asked into her chest while her soft tits muffled your voice.

“I can’t tell,” she moaned softly. “Do I taste sweaty?”

So that’s the game she wanted to play. You allowed yourself to completely succumb to her philanderous advances. Your tongue began to explore her breasts before you filled your mouth with one of her taut nipples, sucking on it like an orange slice.

“Oooo, do you like the taste,” she moaned teasingly. “Also, why are you poking me?”

In response, your hands slid down her back and gave her small butt a playful slap. The light spank made her giggle softly before grabbing your head with both hands, holding it steady. She began to twist her upper body left and right, shaking her little tits across your mouth. You lapped them up, licking as much of her body that she exposed to your tongue, while your hands began to feel her magnificent ass.

Her butt was soft and firm at the same time, an incomprehensible paradox filling your hands. Squeezing and kneading her skin, you got lost in her body. That sexy body that she loved to tease you with all the time. That titillating body you found on your mind more often than not. Your fingers slowly made their way from her ass towards her most intimate bits.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Zuha! We’re about to go!” came an incomprehensible voice from outside.

“Coming!” Kazuha shouts back while quickly hopping off your lap.

She took two long strides before bending over extremely slowly and reaching for her previously discarded towel. She was blatantly showing off her ass, and your gaze was shamelessly locked onto the beautiful peach. With a quick peek over her shoulder and a giggle, she crouched down, making her toned ass spread just enough to give you a view of her puckered asshole.

It looked delicious; Your mouth literally began to salivate while watching her. After picking up the towel, she wrapped it around her body before turning around.

“You’re excited again!” she comments causally while pointing at your crotch with a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah of course… wait what do you mean again?”

“Earlier in the pool when you wouldn’t stop hugging me, I could feel you poking me.”

“What are you… I wasn’t…”

Before you could even make sense of your thoughts, she opened the door and walked out. You shortly followed while trying to subtly cover yourself with your hands.

“How’d it go?”

“Holy shit,” you gasp with a little jump. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Why are you so on edge,” Chaewon giggles, walking up from behind you while interlocking your arm with hers. “Did Zuha get you all excited?”

“Did you tell her to do that?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

A sly smile forms on Chaewon’s lips.

“All I did was talk to her about going on a date with you.”

“How does that lead to her stripping down and giving me a lap dance?”

“She stripped?” Chaewon gasps. “I’m jealous.”

“So you didn’t tell her to do it?”

“Not exactly,” she begins. “We were talking about a date, and she felt worried that you wouldn’t be interested.”

“Not interested?” you ask while stopping in your tracks. “How could she possibly think that? Especially with how much she teases me.”

Chaewon waits a second before walking with you again, making sure that the rest of the group is definitely out of earshot.

“Don’t forget what I told you, Zuha has never been with a guy before.”

“I know, but she seems so confident in herself, especially in her body.”

“Because she works her ass off for that body,” Chaewon continues. “But how can she be confident in something she’s never done?”

It made sense. You remembered Chaewon’s first time versus where she was now, it was like night and day.

“Why are you two always so slow!” Yunjin shouts from across the parking lot.

“Sorry!” Chaewon shouts back while the two of you jog to catch up to the group.

“Eunchae has a bit of a surprise meeting with Music Bank, and Yunjin wants to go to the company to record,” Sakura explains after the two of you catch up. “I’m going to take Kazuha out for lunch, we’ll all meet up again later tonight if that works.”

“I think we can find a way to kill some time,” Chaewon responds while looking at you.

—

Raw, unadulterated, fucking.

An apt description of what you were doing to the petite Korean girl bent over the edge of her bed. Your hips took no breaks, repeatedly smashing against the cute ass that she had been showing off all day in the pool. With your grip on her waist tightening, pushing down into her lower back, you could finally relish in your fantasy from earlier.

“Ahhh,” Chaewon moans. “Show me what you’re going to do to Zuha tonight.”

“Kazuha is going to be begging for this,” you grunt aggressively. “I’ll make sure she never forgets.”

“Stop fucking talking about Zuha while you’re balls deep in my pussy.”

“You brought her up first,” you gasped in frustration while taking a quick breather.

“Shut up and fuck me, before they come back.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go get ice cream?”

A smirk formed on your lips when you saw the glare she shot at you over her shoulder. Before she could really get angry, you pressed her body as hard into the bed as possible and began really giving it to her. Her shrieks of pleasure were the perfect encouragement as they masked the sound of skin on skin. Luckily, the rest of the members were out getting frozen treats, which left you and her with the freedom to be as loud as you wished.

Fucking Chaewon from behind always pushed you to the edge pretty quickly, and you started thinking about where to dump your seed. An idea hit you, but first there was something else you couldn’t stop thinking about. You stopped pumping, leaving your cock fully embedded in her pussy, and you bent over her body.

Before she could voice her frustration, you ran your tongue up her back slowly, collecting her salty sweat in your mouth. After you made it as far up her back as your mouth could reach, you pressed your lips against her warm, flushed skin and planted a kiss directly against the nerves in her spine.

Chaewon’s whole body shivered, sending the vibration through your shaft. With your stomach flat against her back, you reached your hand down between her legs where it connected with her hand. You grabbed her slim fingers and used them like a toy, pleasuring her clit as you resumed your hip thrusting.

The rough, harsh plowing was replaced by a much softer, more methodical thrusting. You tried to match the movement of her hand with your thrusting as if you were the puppetmaster of her pleasure. After a few more pumps into her backside, Chaewon’s hand slipped out from under her and onto the bed limply as she lost the capacity to control her body.

With her laying down on your hand, you could also barely move your fingers at this point. You brought your legs together slightly, pushing hers inwards to make her grip on your hand as tight as possible. There was a full movement restriction on your hand now, and all it could do was soak up all of Chaewon’s juices as you pumped her over and over again.

“Oh baby I’m close!” she cried in pure delectation. “Bit more!”

Her words were redundant, you could tell just by how her pussy was contracting on your cock that she was about to explode. It only took a couple more wet thrusts before the jets were released. Despite your hand acting like a plug, her juices sprayed all over the bed, your fingers, and your thighs.

Chaewon’s pussy wouldn’t stop convulsing. Wave after wave of contractions traveled down your shaft like action potentials going through an axon. The rhythmic pulse of her body was making it near impossible to hold back. You ripped your hand out from under her body, releasing a fresh wave of her cum all over the bedsheets.

“Chaewon,” you gasp while swiftly withdrawing your cock before you came inside her.

Disregarding the slight swaying of her sensitive body, she held still like the perfect canvas for you while you vigorously stroked yourself to completion behind her. The rush took over your body, and it was physically impossible to control yourself anymore. Your orgasm was near and inevitable at this point.

Panting heavily, you leaned forward and grabbed one of Chaewon’s ass cheeks with your free hand. You spread her just enough to give you a clear view of her dripping pussy and her tight asshole. The sensation in your cock as you rode the precipice of your orgasm was driving you insane. While in this euphoric state, you tried your absolute best to aim at her asshole.

The streak of white ejaculate painting Chaewon’s back, however, was a clear indication of how poor your aim was. You immediately attempted to aim lower, resulting in the second streak not making it quite as far up her back and landing on her ass.

“Fuck,” you moan while the rest of your load lands on target, coating the gap between Chaewon’s ass cheeks.

A pool of your fresh seed was building up on her ass. The white goo slowly began sliding down, like raindrops moving down a car window while driving on the freeway. The visuals of your fresh, white cum between Chaewon’s ass cheeks was picture-perfect. With the hand on her ass, you gently played with her, watching as the cum was making little bridges between each of her cheeks when they would separate.

“I’m fucking exhausted,” you pant while falling onto your side next to Chaewon on the bed.

Her adorable smile made you feel like the luckiest person in the world right now. Still bent over and on her elbows, she leaned over to gently press her lips against yours. She kissed you a few times, softly, while your hand spontaneously reached up towards her ass.

“Mmmph,” she moaned softly into your mouth as you grabbed one of her cheeks and pulled her over so that she was laying on top of you. She stared deeply and lovingly into your eyes, her face mere inches away from yours.

“Have you ever thought about this one?” you asked gently while your fingers slid down between her cheeks, spreading your seed in a circle around her other hole. “I know I have.”

“Doesn’t it hurt, though?” she asks while biting her lip nervously.

“It can, but it can also feel good,” you answer while sliding your fingers down lower and mixing your cum with her own wetness. “It’s just an idea, I don’t want you to feel any sort of pressure.”

After a second of thought, her expression turns into one of determination.

“One finger.”

“Are you-”

She cuts you off by leaning down and briefly kissing you again.

“One finger.”

Seeing her look of determination told you that she was not only serious, but she was also ready. You slid your finger up, collecting as much of the cum between her cheeks as you could on your middle finger, until you found her asshole.

Carefully, you pressed softly against the hole, trying to get a sense of how tight she was. She had her eyes shut at this point, and the arms on either side of your head propping her up were both flexed and shaking slightly.

“Try to relax your body,” you whisper. “It’ll be easier that way.”

She inhales deeply through her nose, her eyes still shut, before slowly exhaling. Her minty breath hits your face, and you see her upper body relax ever so slightly. Her expression calms down, and with her eyes still shut she gives you a single nod of her head.

That relaxed expression was immediately erased as your finger forced past the initial tenseness of her asshole. She was wincing, but she didn’t object. You pressed forward a bit more, pausing again when her mouth shot open.

“Should I stop?”

With her eyes still shut tight and her mouth open, she shook her head faintly. Even though she was saying keep going, the tight squeeze of her ass was screaming for you to stop. You brought your free hand up between her legs and slowly rubbed her clit in an attempt to elevate her experience.

It must have worked, because you felt her asshole ease up marginally. Her eyes were still shut tight, but her mouth was closed and she was breathing into your face through clenched teeth. Unknown to her, you were smiling proudly at her determination as you started pushing your finger deeper into her body.

Deeper and deeper your finger went until it was past the halfway mark, her tightness threatening to cut off the blood flow entirely. Without warning, her eyes shot open and she squealed before her arms gave way. She fell onto your chest, gasping against your skin while her asshole pulsed like a strobe light

“Take it out or keep going?”

She took a moment of contemplation before she spoke up, “keep going, slowly.” Her voice was muffled, but certain, as she couldn’t lift her face off your chest.

After craning your neck to kiss the top of her head briefly, you began to move your finger back and forth inside her with the utmost care. You made sure to never go too deep or too fast, and you matched your other hand’s movements to create the perfect sensation for her.

It took some time for her body to really get into it, but you made sure to stay diligent. One finger was being squeezed like a lemon, while the other hand was being soaked by her pussy juices that were steadily flowing down. Your hands were working in tandem to try and make this avant-garde act as pleasurable as possible.

Eventually, you could feel her face pressing harder down into your chest. Her butt lifted up into the air slightly due to the arch of her back, that characteristic arch you knew all too well; She was finally starting to enjoy it.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned as her pussy dripped all over your lower body. “Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop.”

That was far from your plan.

The sound of pure wetness began to fill the air. Your fingers were going to prune up at this rate, but it didn’t matter. Only Chaewon’s tight little asshole mattered. The finger pushing through her tightness was becoming more audacious the closer she got to her orgasm, it went deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Chaewon’s whimpers aligned perfectly with the tight squeeze of her asshole. It was squeezing harder and harder, making it almost impossible to keep thrusting your finger. Despite the difficulty, you powered through, at least until the point when Chaewon’s pussy began to sprinkle.

The droplets flying out of her pussy began to coat your thighs, flying right past the fingers rubbing her clit. She was as physically close to cumming as possible without getting there. In one swift motion, you pulled your finger out of her asshole entirely, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

Before her mind could comprehend what just happened, you jammed the finger back into her asshole deeper than ever before. Her lips released a high-pitched squeal before her other lips gushed all over your legs. Thighs, knees, shins, every bit of your legs became a towel for Chaewon’s jetting pussy.

“Fuck!” she cried as her body squirmed uncontrollably. She was trembling while her asshole was squeezing in rhythmic pulses, the mind-numbing orgasm had her speechless, unable to even make a noise, unable to do anything other than enjoy the sensation.

After she eventually calmed down, which took much longer than her orgasms usually take, you began to slowly pull your finger out of her asshole, gently rubbing the sore entrance. With your other hand, you slowly started to play with her clit again.

“Please,” she moaned while grabbing your wrists. “No more.”

“You sure you don’t want to go again?”

A puff of air escaped her nose, she didn’t have the energy to even muster a proper laugh.

“I’m sure,” she sighed softly. “By the way, that really fucking hurt.”

“I-”

“But it also felt fucking amazing.”

“I’m getting mixed signals.”

Her whole body was still quivering while her chest moved up and down with each deep breath. With one hand you gently rubbed her back, and with the other hand you softly massaged her ass. There was no rush, you were completely happy having Chaewon’s body laying on top of yours; It was one of the most cathartic positions imaginable. Eventually, she lifted herself up and kissed you forcefully on your lips.

“By the way, don’t you dare actually treat Zuha this roughly,” she says sternly. “And do not put anything in her ass.”

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” you chuckle while brushing her hair. “However, you should definitely put something in Sakura’s ass.”

Chaewon’s lips began to pout and she looked a touch disappointed in herself.

“I’m sorry it’s taking me so long,” she says quietly. “I really want to try, I’m just afraid it’ll hurt…”

“Hey, stop that,” you say while pulling her back down on top of you and embracing her tightly. “You’re absolutely perfect already. I don’t want you to think even for a second that I’m disappointed in you.”

“You know, I forget how sweet you can be,” she mumbles. “Is it too late to keep you to myself tonight?”

“Yeah, after the game you played in the sauna earlier there is no way I’m abandoning Kazuha.”

“I hate you sometimes,” she chuckles while getting off you and collecting her scattered clothes.

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A/N:

Bit of a longer gap between this one and the last one I know, thank you for being patient! I must say, having people asking about when I'm going to be releasing more is quite heartwarming. I should be back on a somewhat normal schedule again, I just got back home after a short trip to see Twice a couple of times!

Hopefully you guys notice some improvements in my writing going forward, I've been really putting in some effort in the technical aspect of things. Special thanks to those who have been helping out.

Next on the schedule is a lot of Twice story content (this one is not going anywhere, I'll still be working on it). I'll explain a bit more once we get there, but I've started working on Book 3 of the PM series. No, Book 2 is not finished, I still have probably 15 or so chapters already planned for it, but like I said I'll explain more once we get there.

As always, I'd LOVE to hear feedback and thoughts. Any comments/DMs/whatever, it's all appreciated. I love hearing theories people have about where the story is going, I love hearing what people enjoy, and honestly I even appreciate hearing what people do not enjoy as it can be helpful for me as a writer.

Thank you everyone <3

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

This line. This one line for me colored all the rest of Porsche's journey in this show. This one line really grabbed me and percolated in the background of my mind throughout the rest of the series, because, seriously?? Who says that to their kid? Why make it obvious that you have a favorite child? Porsche was 10 when the "accident" happened so not only did his mother say this to her child, she said this to her prepubescent sponge of a child who will internalize just about everything.

As the rest of the series goes on, this is the line that made me think that Porsche and Chay are actually half brothers (or at least everyone but them thinks they are, including Nampheung). Bear with me here:

For context, this line came right after Kinn asked about Porsche's tattoo, and Porsche says that his mom liked phoenixes and that she talked about them all the time.

This context adds an element of rebirth to her directive not to "die" until Chay has graduated. Before the "accident" Chay was much too young to take in anything from such talk, so the phoenix imagery was directed solely at Porsche. So what "death" and "rebirth" was Mom expecting for her eldest?

The easiest explanation for this is that (only?) Porsche's (assumed?) father was in the mafia. We only get two real examples of Porsche's relationship with his mom pre-mafia-events and they both revolve around phoenix imagery: the sauna scene, and the memory scene where she tells him to "Grow up and fly with freedom, be strong and immortal like a phoenix."

When she talks to child!Porsche she talks of being strong, being free, of dying and rebirth. She's preparing him for the trial of being hunted/taken by the mafia. She's instilling the yearning for freedom, and the idea that no matter how hard or how bad it gets (death), it won't last forever (rebirth). In telling Porsche not to die until Chay has his degree, she wasn't suggesting that Porsche is worth less to her than Chay. I think what she's asking is that no matter what happens, Porsche should try to make sure that Chay is set up for a good life away from the mafia. Porsche cannot die (be subsumed by the mafia) until Chay finishes his degree (is independent of the mafia). Because no matter what happened to her, the mafia would be coming for Porsche sooner or later. Which they did. And they did only come for Porsche.

Being half brothers would help explain the way the mafia was completely focused on Porsche and only treated Chay as an information source on Porsche/hostage for Porsche's behavior. Korn only mentions Chay as part of the deal for Porsche to work there (ep1) or as a carrot after punishment (ep5). Because he was important to Korn as Porsche's brother, not as Nampheung's son. If Korn's and Gun's obsession with Nampheung was the reason for bringing Porsche in, then they would have done the same with Chay.

(Is it possible for Korn to also already have other plans for Chay? Absolutely. That fucker is a fucker. But once he had Porsche he said that all the pieces were in place. Chay had not been secured as a piece on the board.)

(Also, I don't think Chay's age would be a barrier for Korn/Gun; they're not waiting for him to get older before doing to him what Korn did to Porsche. For one, Macau goes to the same school Chay does. For two, Chay is at least 18 and applying to university. I don't think a year or two will phase the mafia. Especially since Vegas' goons had no problem kidnapping him, twice!)

Porsche was deliberately hunted, kidnapped, and manipulated into the mafia because of who he is. Chay only experienced any of these to the extent he did because of his relationship to Porsche. Nampheung knew that the mafia really had no inherent interest in Chay, and that Chay could be permanently Out of the mafia (except, you know, for him stalking crushing on Kim who is also wrong in thinking you can get out of the mafia).

So if the interest from Korn/Gun in Porsche is not from being Nampheung's son, then why? Why does Korn want Porsche working there and being happy? Why does Gun want Porsche to switch sides and come to Gun for "protection"? Who do they think Porsche is?

In semi-related meta, this also makes me think that Porsche's dream is not so much A Bar on the Beach specifically, but that it represents the freedom to live for himself. He specifies a private beach, where he opens when he wants, closes when he wants, and serves what he wants. Where his actions aren't constrained by other people at all. He took Nampheung's directive to heart and has been living his entire life for Chay. He only had a few more years to go for Chay to get his degree, for Porsche's life to be his own. But then he was kidnapped by the mob to live the rest of his life for them.

[m-jelly]

I love your fics omg. Could you maybe do a part 2 to your fic where Levi finds reader in the underground? Like where he brings reader back to the scouts and everybody is stunned to see Levi holding hands with someone in general but it's an even greater shock because the reader's front is covered in mud and looks like they haven't showerd in a few days (this is the underground we're talking about lol) and then then eren and armin start doing the awkward "So uhh... who's your friend?" and plot twist Levi pulls out the "That's my wife dumbass" line, since they're married but Levi kept her hidden to keep her safe. Please delete this if you don't feel like writing this, and have a nice rest of your day 🌸

@kenkopanda-art <3

With you again: Part 2

Levi x fem!Reader

Canon world, fluff, romance, reuniting, together again, hugs, kisses, tears, Levi being sweet, married.

Levi takes you back to the base and everyone is curious about who you are. After having a bath together, Levi gives you a tour and people ask who you are and Levi declares your marriage.

Note: I reread the request and realised I messed up in the oneshot. I got everyone to meet the reader after she's cleaned up and not before, sorry!

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Part 1

The hot water massaged your aching muscles. It'd been so long since you'd been this relaxed and safe. Tears stung your eyes as you felt overwhelming relief that you had found Levi again and now you were going to be with him, forever.

The sponge moved up and down your body gently. Levi was so delicate with his touch as if any moment you might break. A few scars on your body caught his attention. Every inch of your body was well known to Levi, but he didn't know those scars.

Veins popped on his fist when he clenched it tightly, water from the sponge trickled and oozed. "How did you get those scars?"

It was embarrassing to confess the truth, but you knew you couldn't lie to the man you loved. "After you left, there was some food to keep me going. You said you'd come back, but you didn't." You welled up. "I waited and I was so hungry. I had to survive. I had to steal and I got caught sometimes."

Levi dropped the sponge in the water and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took so long to get to you."

You clung to Levi and sobbed a little. "It's okay. I knew you'd come back."

"I did. I asked Erwin to look for you." He pulled back and smiled. "I was a month over the promised time, but I made it."

You nodded and kissed Levi. "You did."

He lightly caressed your cheek. "Let's get you dressed, fed and take you on a tour."

You grinned at him. "Great!"

It touched your heart to see Levi had a few clothes prepared for you already. All the clothes were comfy and perfect. Levi always loved dressing you up in pretty things and now he had a great wage, he could get you everything he dreamed of. It was time for him to spoil you rotten.

Levi pulled you along to his desk. "I have something for you." He opened the side drawer and revealed two rings. "Proper wedding rings. We can wear them with the special woven thread ones you made."

You offered your hand as you softly giggled. "Thank you."

Heart filled with love and bodies tingled when the two of you kissed over and over again. Levi released you and kissed your cheek. "Let's get you some food."

You felt your cheeks burn when his fingers entwined with yours. "This place is so cosy and warm."

"Compared to what we've had before, it is wonderful." He released a long sigh. "Very dusty though."

You smiled a little. "Well, you're excellent at cleaning so I know you'll find a way." You giggled. "I love the cravat by the way."

He pouted a little. "Well, you said it would look good so I gave it a go."

"Handsome."

He hummed a laugh causing those he walked past to be in utter shock. He moved past Eren and Armin in the mess hall and grabbed some food for you. "Here brat."

"Thank you!"

Eren walked over to his Captain. "So uhh... who's your friend?"

"That's my wife dumbass." He stormed over to you and yanked you close. "Come on beautiful. Time to eat and sleep."

Eren's jaw dropped. "The Captain is married?"

Armin ruffled his hair. "She's pretty."

[ceasarslegion]

Ok you can't just tease gory roommate stories and then not share them! Pleeease tell us more!

I didn't answer this at first because I had to go back to dig up the photos to prove I am not fucking with you when I say how disgusting that place was

So how we ended up living together was that I had just graduated uni, toronto is too expensive so I couldn't stay there as much as I wanted to, and a federal government career opportunity in PEI fell through on the basis that I "didn't look enough like a minority" (which is a lot to unpack but let's just move on, if anyone wants that story send another ask my way lmao). So all this in mind, I had to grab all my stuff and fuck off back to edmonton and take a paying-the-bills job for a while.

I also needed a place to live, so I called up a few of my friends in edmonton and asked if any of them needed a roommate because I was making minimum wage in a mall skincare store, I couldn't afford to live alone. This person responded and told me they needed a roommate to get out of the sketchy part of the city. Win-win.

Honestly, would've been better taking my chances on craigslist. This person single-handedly ruined the concept of roommates for me for the rest of my goddamn life.

When I say disgusting, I mean vile. I mean that the entire time I was there I had the one laundry card from our unit and she never once asked for it. I don't know where or when or how she was doing her laundry, but most of her clothes were strewn about randomly. She had 2 cats, and cleaned their litter boxes maybe once a month, never brushed them. Cat hair everywhere, the whole place reeked of cat piss, dirty litter got tracked across the whole house, and one time one of them barfed on the carpet and she didn't even touch it for weeks. I left it there as a test to see if she would actually clean up after her own animals if I didn't get fed up and do it for her, like I ALWAYS did with everything else.

Dirty dishes were left to rot, her definition of "cleaning" them was soaking them in their own filth overnight and then putting them back in the cupboard, no brush or sponge. Half the time the dishes were fucking coated in grease and mold that was just rinsed off. And every time that happened was when I didn't do them. She ended up getting a tabletop dishwasher at one point and was so fucking lazy that she couldn't even be assed to throw a dishwasher tab in there and hit the on button when it got full, just kept piling dishes up in the sink.

The floors were COVERED in untouched impulse bought shopping bags that she would set down and never pick up again. The fridge and cupboards were chock all of all her impulse bought food to the point where I had no space for my own. She just kept buying more and more of the same shit she already had and then getting pissed at ME when I told her to reorganize the fucking fridge so that I can EAT. Honestly this was where I started getting petty and just eating her food, because it would go fucking moldy and sit there and she wouldn't do shit about it if I didn't.

I was the only one who ever took out the garbage. I was the only one who cleaned the bathroom. Wait sorry, she did it ONCE, so I'm a hypocrite /s. The previous sentence was her logic and tactics for arguing whenever I asked them to clean up after themself. Multiple times I had to deal with their used pads because they couldn't be fucking assed to take out the bathroom trash.

And hey, when I said I was fine with her boyfriend coming over sometimes, I didn't say he could basically just move in, throw all HIS trash everywhere, and never move out. I don't think that motherfucker (who was more disgusting than her) ever slept at his own goddamn house for 6 straight months.

She smoked so much weed that I think she might be the first person to have a legitimate weed addiction, often INSIDE so we would get smoking complaints. She would howl like a BANSHEE into the early hours of the morning on ps online with her brother in a building with thin walls. She would hoard all the dishes in her room to rot to the point where half the time I didn't have bowls to eat out of, because they were molding in her room.

One time, she made soup. And then didn't clean the pot for multiple MONTHS. And when I told her to clean her disgusting pot her reaction was to put it on the floor. Do you think I'm a fucking dinosaur whose visual competence is based on movement? Do you think im fucking stupid?

This all came to a head on provincial election night of 2023. I was a campaign staffer for the NDP so obviously e-day was hectic for me. I left my apartment at 6am and didn't get back until past midnight scrambling to get last minute canvassing done and poll inspections and go to the results party. She knew this, it was her day off, she promised me she would clean up her mess

When I get home, what do I find?

Not only is the mess not touched, it is worse. "Dirty underwear in the hallway" worse. She spent all fucking day playing video games and smoking weed. And now I would have to clean it all up because she won't, she never did, not one time did she ever actually make good on her promises to clean up after herself, I did it EVERY. TIME.

Oh wait no, sometimes she would move bags into a corner, so I'm a hypocrite and I'm asking too much of a grown-ass adult who is OLDER than me and she has to walk on eggshells around me. I'm so cruel and terrible and a bad person whose hygiene expectations of not breathing in cat piss are impossible. Don't I know she has depression and works 6 days a week? I'm a bad terrible ableist piece of shit and if I don't like it I can just leave. Which is what she acted like when I got so pissed at that that I confronted her about it and told her to get her fucking act together and grow the fuck up and take some responsibility for the fucking pigstye she was making other people live in. And then the next morning I found a lovely note on the fridge calendar that said "[boyfriend] moves in soon <3" so she was just kicking me out. Because I told her to pick up her dirty fucking underwear. She also had the AUDACITY to tell me that I was being unreasonable and had impossible standards of hygiene and that "it literally doesn't affect you"

So I went "lmao bet" and then told my landlord I was taking that offer of his to break the lease. What she didn't know was that I was telling him all this shit just in case I would have to bail early and cover my ass with the rental board. And he agreed that she was so unreasonable that he drafted me up a written agreement that this was a special case and he would not charge me fines or slap a broken lease on my record on the grounds that my roommate made my situation unlivable and a hazard to my health and safety. I contacted my grandma to move into her basement for a while and a week later I fucked off, leaving her with the entire rent and all the utility bills. I think it's less than she deserved honestly, I want my fucking security deposit back. Although I was very petty and did a shit job of patching up and repainting the mounted tv holes in my bedroom wall so they could deal with that.

Here's the photos of what I lived in for 9 months:

Are you taking the fucking piss

Now I live alone and I'm never doing roommates again. The only people I am living with are either my life partner or I'm moving back in with family if I can't afford it. I'll pump gas in the ass end of nowhere Saskatchewan in my Nan and grandads trailer before I live in this again

[the-liberal-lion]

Janel's article that she wrote for Airmail.News

Tangled Up in The West Wing

On the 25th anniversary of Aaron Sorkin’s beloved political drama, Janel Moloney—who played the idealistic Donna Moss—grapples with the show’s role in her life

By Janel Moloney

September 14, 2024

Reading Time: 4 minutes

The other day, an overcast but hot Sunday, I blow-dried my hair, put on makeup for once, and took my kids uptown. My husband and I were taking our 12- and 14-year-old sons to the Paley Center for Media, in New York City, where there was an exhibition celebrating the 25th anniversary of the premiere of The West Wing. The ticket guy, pale with thick round glasses and a swipe of sandy hair, asked me if I was a fan. I told him yes, I most definitely was.

As we walked into the exhibition, the boys teased me about not being recognized. I told them to stop, that it was just his job, that last week there was a Barbie show and next week was Sponge Bob, so shush, he can’t know us all.

I walked up to the enormous mural of the cast stretched across the museum’s lobby, my hands perched on the shoulders of Brad Whitford, who played Josh. I contemplated the eight-foot image of myself, young and small-waisted with my future deliriously undefined before me, and, strangely, I didn’t feel bad. I had thought I might. That to be around artifacts of that exquisite time might make me feel like an ancient whiskered crone or just plain sad, the glory of that period starkly put up against my regular life. But it wasn’t the case. I felt like I always do around that life-defining job, one that never seems to fade, never seems to recede like a normal past: grateful.

When I told my sister, Meegan, I was going to write something about The West Wing, she asked me what I was going to say. I said I didn’t know. I told her that Donna was my longest relationship, pre-dating my children and my husband, and that my perspective was skewed, the image never really in my rearview mirror, never finding much distance.

“That’s because it’s in your side mirror, dude,” she said on the phone. And it’s true. The show has not stopped but seemingly gotten more popular, remaining in the Zeitgeist, surging when people need political comfort—which these days is always—and amassing new devotees every day. And Donna, my cheerful, smart, vulnerable, funny-as-hell shadow, I’ve accepted as a part of me, like a face tattoo but adorable.

Every day of my life, for the past 25 years, someone has come up to me to tell me about their love of the show.

When I met Donna, 25 years ago, I opened up Aaron’s wonderful pilot script and read the first line of my scene and thought, “Oh. O.K. I get it. Donna loves Josh.” And that was it. The center of my wheel, the fulcrum from which it all spun for seven years. Every issue I fought for, every question I asked, came essentially from that flame, the need to impress or protect, to be seen or appreciated by him. Donna loves Josh.

And it was easy because flirting with Brad, falling in absolute pretend creative love with him and the rest of the cast, was the privilege of my professional life. And really that’s the fun of acting. Letting it all get messy and fluid, your feelings caught up in a tangle of joy, passing the fireballs of words back and forth, not knowing what will happen next.

“Hey, guys, look, this was one of my costumes,” I said to my kids, pointing out a magenta dress with a fitted blazer worn by a faceless mannequin. They may have grunted something. “This is so cool,” my husband said, stepping beside me as I looked at the collection of fake White House IDs. After all these years, my husband has accepted Donna as a member of our family, like marrying a set of twins.

After we headed out, stopping to take pictures with a few surprised fans, I thought about the clothes. As we navigated the throngs of tourists on Sixth Avenue, I could feel the heavy wool skirts, the jackets that our designer, Lyn Paolo, fitted to my slender shoulders. I could hear the click of my heels on the polished marble floors. It was all so much fun.

The last time I stepped into Donna’s costume was for an HBO special raising money for voting rights in 2020. I remember loving getting to be onstage, all of us together. The words came easily, but I realized quickly, with something in the neighborhood of relief, that the fit was not quite right. Donna’s unbridled optimism, her need for Josh, her abject youth, was something that I had grown out of. Like Donna did at the end of the series, I had evolved into my own woman. I married my husband, had two children, and, unlike Donna’s life, my life was absolutely real.

And so, after 25 years, it seems I will continue to live with Donna there in my side mirror, always in my peripheral vision. And I’m O.K. with that. Our journey together keeps going. The beauty of art, of modern television really, is that anytime you want to see her, anytime I do, she will be there. She will be waiting, in her dynamic amber, with C.J. and Toby, Charlie, and Josh with their paper files and Nokia cell phones, ready to cheer us up.

Janel Moloney is an actress living in Brooklyn. She can be seen in the upcoming Better Sister, on Amazon Prime

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[mxbo]

Hi! If it’s no trouble for you, could I request a little story about Sniper and a daughter reader? Just some wholesome family fluff ^^

Thanks so much in advance! No worries though if you’re swamped!

HELLO!! “No worries though if you're swamped” JHSHG THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER, I'M SO EXCITED. And also nervous because I don't want to mess up (that's why I took 5 days to write this) (I wrote it, left it be for a couple of days, read it again, went like “wow this is garbage”, fixed it and THEN posted it).

The request was left a bit ambiguous, so I have a BUNCH of notes and then the little story (which is, btw, not the full length of what I wrote because I accidentally gave Sniper anxiety, so I cut that from the actual story because I feared it wasn't wholesome ahsjah) (if you see “…” in the middle of two paragraphs, yeah that was something that I cut out AHSHh). I REALLY DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT, I'M NOT CONFIDENT AT ALL WITH MY WRITING AND DIDN'T THINK I WOULD EVEN GET A WRITING REQUEST, I'M SORRY IF YOU DISLIKE EVEN ONE WORD *explodes*

[First picture: Carl from San Andreas with his hands on his head, except it's me saying “I forgot, I forgot how to write oh no”] [Second picture: Sponge Bob crying, except it's me saying “I promise I'll do better”]

SOME NOTES

English is not my first language, sorry if some things don't make sense TT (let me know if you see any mistakes pls!!)

My requests were mainly open for stamps, userboxes, blinkies and stuff like that, but I did say I'd share my writing if someone asked in my pinned post, so I only have myself to blame heh. And this was actually fun and I enjoyed it, so now I want to do more writing requests. Aka, they're open fr this time HEHE

You're Sniper's daughter, but the story is almost mainly told from the perspective of Sniper (still written in third person for him and second person for the reader, tho, it's just that the story follows Sniper's actions more because idk how to write from the POV of a kid)

I have family issues so if family interactions are portrayed inaccurately that's why, haha /hj

I wanted to write about how Sniper's daughter got to the base and THEN her interactions with the rest of the team, but I've been working on it for 5 days already. This is only the first half, how the reader got to the base TT [I'll continue it if you wish] AND AAAAH THE SECOND HALF IS WHERE I HAD PLANNED MOST OF THE FLUFF AND MOMENTS CATCHING UP WITH SNIPER AAAA (I'm so angry at myself)

CW: Not much, mentions of death because it's TF2 (nobody dies), and the word “fuck” is said like once, but that's it, can't think of anything major

More notes in the end because it's mostly not mentioned/doesn't matter/was cut from the final version

MEET THE SUNSHINE

“Yeah, Mum, I get it. I'll visit when I can,” he muttered.

“Your daughter misses you, you know,” his mum said.

Sniper sighed. “I know, Mum. But I take my job really seriously, and the battle hasn’t ended yet—”

“That battle has been going on for more than three years now!! And we decided you can’t just come home on holidays and expect us to raise your child the rest of the year.”

“We sent her to you” his dad interrupted, “She should be arriving any minute now.”

Sniper's eyes widened, and he nearly dropped the phone. “YOU DID WHAT!? THIS IS A BATTLEFIELD!!” He tried to argue. 

They were his parents and he respected them a lot, always trying to get their approval, but were they actually crazy? What did they even consume to think that sending his own daughter, their own granddaughter, to New Mexico, alone, while there’s a fight currently happening there, is a good idea!?

“Oh, don’t worry about that, after speaking to your boss through a nice lady called… Miss Paula? Pauline? She assured us she’ll be safe.” No way Miss Pauling, one of the few people he —and everyone in the team, really— trusted. No fucking way.

Before he could process this bombshell, a commotion erupted outside his room. The “INTRUDER ALERT. BLU SPY IS IN THE BASE” alarm was set off, and it was followed by Soldier shouting “A BLU SPY IS IN THE BASE!?”.

He hung up, not even saying goodbye, because he had the feeling that wasn’t a BLU spy. Actually, he knew it wasn’t a BLU spy, chained to a respawn machine. He had to get to the entrance first and stop the other eight mercenaries from killing you.

…

“WAIT!” He shouted as he pushed Soldier to the side.

He wasn’t the only one in the room; Scout, Spy and Medic, who were faster than Sniper, were also there, also trying to explain to Soldier that this was a child, not a BLU spy.

“Sniper?” asked Spy, a bit curious about why he seemed so scared.

“That’s not a spy…” He said, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes, we figured,” Spy said before getting interrupted.

You slowly opened your eyes and removed your hands from your ears, seeing as the scary man with the big weapon directly pointing at you before didn’t fire and you didn’t explode.

“That’s my-”

You looked around and that’s when you see him! You didn’t get the directions the nice purple lady gave you wrong!!

“DAD!!” You scream as you run over to your dad and hug his legs.

As you squeeze his legs, finally seeing your dad after so long and feeling safe, he doesn’t know how to react.

“-daughter,” he finished his sentence. He’s so relieved you’re ok. He doesn’t know what he would have done if he had found you hurt or worse.

“No frickin’ way…” muttered the Scout.

Soldier, Spy, Medic and also Engie and Pyro, who entered the room after the Sniper, were just as confused as Scout. Well, maybe not Pyro, because it understood something completely different (one shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask). But the rest of them were, and, with their eyes, they asked for an explanation. Demanded, even, in Scout’s case, because he couldn’t fathom the idea of Sniper of all people to get a girl, potentially a wife, before him.

…

Scout sighed in relief hearing that Sniper did not, in fact, get a girl before him. That he had found you as a baby one day when returning home and adopted you.

Everyone else just nodded in understanding (Heavy, Pyro), asked him questions (Engie, Medic, Spy) or praised him for doing the correct thing and not leave you to starve (Spy, Soldier, Demo). All while you were drawing in a corner with a pen and paper your dad gave you.

You stopped drawing once your dad had finished talking and introducing you to his team. Maybe he would introduce them to you next! 

This was going to be your home for a while, after all.

NOTES P.2

Timeline:

Three years into the gravel war (for the main group of mercenaries’ pov).

You were adopted roughly a year before Sniper was hired. Your adopted family doesn’t know your birthday, but they estimate you’re 4-5 y/o.

Fun fact: I was considering at first (aka the first five seconds of thinking about the request) making the daughter a teenager and then remembered Sniper is 27-ish here so uuuh, nope.

About Sniper in this AU:

He’s a good dad… the three or four times a year he can visit you.

He doesn’t want to be an absent dad, but he’s too dedicated to his job as an assassin for RED.

He tries to convince himself he’s not that absent because he cares about you, talks to you at lest once a week through the phone and makes sure your grandparents treat you correctly.

He wouldn’t have accepted RED’s offer if he had known this job would drag out for so long. He can’t quit now.

About his daughter (you!):

She/her as was requested :D

Not much else to say, you're 4-5 years old so you behave as one.

[Backstory, this is explained in detail during the actual story so spoilers hehe] You were found in a dumpster (sorry lmao) This was not, in fact, mentioned in the story above, so I'll just paste it here:

“

As he ran downstairs, his mind was flooded with images of how you came into his life, how he tried to raise you but had to go to this stupid war over a worthless piece of land. He thought it was ok, though, because once it was over he’d make up for the time he was away. 

But he wouldn’t be able to do that if you died to one of his own teammates right now.

…

Mick was driving home after a long day under the hot Australian sun, a bit tired from hunting animals down all day but with a smile.

He did a small deviation to pass by a nearby gas station because the fuel gauge hovered dangerously close to empty. 

Once the tank was full, he glanced at the convenience store and couldn’t resist grabbing something to eat for the rest of the long ride. He doesn’t remember what he bought, and it honestly doesn’t even matter. 

As he was leaving the store, he heard a sound, apart from the flickering neon lights, and he stood there for a second trying to identify. Someone crying, high-pitched voice, coming from the side of the building. “From the side of the building? Next to the dumpster?” He thought. 

And he was disgusted that he was right, that someone just got rid of a baby like that, but also glad he found you.

He didn’t know what to do, so he brought you home and asked his parents for help. They all came to the conclusion that they must have abandoned you after noticing that you didn’t grow a moustache like the rest. Mick saw himself on you because he also wasn’t born like most Australians. He remembered having a difficult time as a child trying to adapt without having any facial hair or Australia-shaped chest hair like the rest of the kids and, being an orphan? He knew your childhood would be even worse than his.

„

[paisholotus]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

Arnook's pov

My wife and I stood in front of Myra and Yanna in the temple gardens. "What do you recommend that we do?" I asked. She was sitting on her knees, bowing in front of our descendant Imiq, when she stood up and walked in front of me, a severe and resolute expression on her face.

"We'll be patrolling the walls perimeter and in the oasis around the waterfall. We figured that's where the Avatar would be most safe. The most important thing to remember is not to panic. We are powerful and mighty. Zhao may have an army, but we have the strength of our ancestors. And that in itself will teach the Fire Nation not to underestimate the Children of the Moon." She spoke with assurance and pride.

I nodded and smiled down at her fondly, saying, "Your father would be very proud of you, young one." She smiled and nodded gratefully. Myra and Yanna nodded once more and excused themselves from the gardens.

My wife looked at me with concern on her face. I grabbed her cheeks and gently kissed her forehead. We drew back, turned to Imiq, and kneeled in prayer, saying, "Ancestors be with us." 

 Narrative

Looking below the plaza at the foot of the citadel steps where Katara faced off with Master Pakku. The segmented ice columns that Katara toppled during the duel have been repaired. It is morning and two waterbending students face off against each other.

The student on the left, a nervous looking teenage boy whose left eye twitches slightly in anxiety. Katara looks very confident, a slight smile on her face. The the boy then raises up a ball of water, turns it to ice, and throws it at his opponent. Katara bends the ice around her, liquefies it, and sends a huge stream of water back at the boy who is washed up and pushed backwards. As he is washed away, the water turns to ice, imprisoning him about ten feet of the ground. Katara who relinquishes her waterbending stance while Pakku approached from over her shoulder, with a proud look on his face, and claps.

 

"Nice try, Pupil Sangok. A couple of more years and you might be ready to fight a sea sponge." Master Pakku, said irritably. Pupil Sangok continues to struggle against his bonds. Master Pakku turns away, makes a motion with his left hand, and the ice prison melts, dropping the hapless student to the ground. The rest of the students who are sitting slumped on the ground. These all appear to teenage boys, who have been bested by Katara.

"Would anyone care for a rematch with Katara?" Master Pakku, asked them, smirking. They all shake their heads. "Katara, you have advanced more quickly than any student I have ever trained. You have proven that with fierce determination, passion and hard work you can accomplish anything." Turning to look at Aang, "Raw talent alone is not enough." He said, frowning.

Aang lying on the ground, floating Momo around on an airball, a lazy smile on his face. "Pupil Aang!" Master Pakku, yelled, walking towards Aang. Momo's airball dissipates and Momo falls on Aang's head. "Yes, Master Pakku?" Aang, answers, sitting up on his elbows. "Care to step into the sparring circle? I figure since you've found time to play with house pets you must have already mastered waterbending." He said, with a straight face. Aang airbends himself to his feet.

"I wouldn't say "mastered", but check this out!" He said, excitedly. Aang spins around, collecting snow around him as he goes. When he is done, he has made himself into a snowman. Momo pounces on him and knocks him down. Pakku and Katara who wear similar expressions of disdain. Master Pakku shakes his head in disgust.

Yanna's pov

I stood back and watched Sokka converse with Yue. He went along the guard rail while she was on the boat, and she laughed at some stupid joke he undoubtedly told. I grinned to myself at the image of Sokka being the same awkward, goofy boy he was when we were little.

Then I frowned a little. I often wonder what my life would be like if I didn't have so much responsibility. I would have had a somewhat regular childhood and would not have lost touch with my friends. And perhaps Sokka and I would be more than just distant memories.

I wish my father didn't die at the hands of the Fire Nation. He constantly communicates with me, sometimes in my dreams, and I sense him all the time. But it's not the same as having him present. I miss his touch, his grin, and his gaze. All I want is for him to be here. But I'm sure he'd be proud.

Sokka dragged Yue over the guard and ran away in a separate direction. I smiled and closed my eyes for a brief moment to fantasize about what may have been. Then I stood up as I noticed my bracelet glowed on my wrist, signaling that my mother wanted to see me.

I stood up and made my way back to the palace.

 Narrative

Appa flies effortlessly through the city and out to the waters past the main city gate. "Wow!" Yue, yelled amazed, Blushing slightly, "I can't believe you do this every day!" She said, smiling at Sokka. Sokka put both arms behind his head, and laughed, "we pretty much live up here." He said, in a bragging manner. Princess Yue hugged herself, "Is it always this cold in the sky?"She says, snuggling up against Sokka.

"Not when you're with someone." He said, lowly staring into her eyes. Yue stared back stared into his eyes with a big blush on her cheeks. "It’s beautiful up here." She said, softly. "Yeh." Sokka, replied. They look at each other with adoration. They came close to kissing before Sokka got nervous and pulled away.

"Whoo! Yeh! Good times! Good times!" Sokka, said awkwardly laughing. Around them, what looks like snowflakes begin to fall. Sokka pointing down, "Hey, look!" He yelled. Appa flies into a squall of these "snowflakes". Strangely, most of these "snowflakes" are black. "What's happening?" Yue asked Sokka. Sokka looking ahead, "Oh no." He, he says sadly in realization.

The black snow is now falling everywhere. From inside the city as citizens pause to regard the ash falling from the sky. Aang laughing as he rolls around in a circle in the snow. Momo is nearby. Within a few seconds ash starts to fall around him, but he doesn't notice. Momo sticks out his tongue, catches some ash and eats it. He spits it out as Aang rolls back into the frame. Aang notices the ash and looks up, Katara now visible in the background doing the same. Master Pakku and a few other city dwellers near a fountain looking up at the ash.

Yanna and her Warriors walk towards the palace windows and watch the black snow fall down past the windows. She pulls her mask down and frowns. She turns to her mother and Chief Arnook, "they're here."

[rosemaidenvixen]

For halloween prompts: halloween is hunter's birthday (hunter's moon) hooty is in charge of making a haunted house

Hunter's birthday prompt answered here

Hooty's House of Horror

Ao3

“Thanks for doing this guys,” Luz looked around at her friends as they followed her along the path to the owl house.

“I’m more than happy to assist you with whatever you need,” Hunter replied “But remind me again what this is?”

“Hooty learned about human haunted houses and wanted to do one himself, he’s really excited about it and I don’t want to disappoint him,”

“It’s always best to go along with this and humor Hooty when he gets like this,” Amity added “Hooty always means well, but when he gets enthusiastic things get…chaotic,”

Both her and Luz shuddered simultaneously, remembering the catastrophe that happened after the tunnel of love.

“Well I’m genuinely curious about what Hooty considers scary,” Gus piped up.

They rounded the bend, the house coming into view. Luz was surprised to see Darius standing out front, along with–

“Adrian!?” Hunter said in shock “What are you doing here?”

Adrian Graye Vernworth turned towards them, arms folded and expression sour “Oh joy, the puberty patrol is here. We’ll I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that I’m only here to talk with the bard about rebuilding the concert hall. Then I’ll leave and you can all enjoy your little vermin infested hovel without me,”

“And I’m here to make sure he doesn’t touch anything he’s not supposed to,” Darius said, not even looking up from where he was polishing his nails.

“Well just don’t try anything funny,” Gus spoke up, narrowing his eyes at Adrian “Or I’ll fry your brain again,”

Adrian glowered but did take a step away from Gus.

“Hello friends! How's it going hoot hoot?” Hooty stretched out from the front door.

Adrian yelped and jumped away while Darius staggered back but Luz just smiled.

“Hi Hooty, we’re here for the haunted house!”

“Well then get ready to have your socks scared off!”

Hooty stretched out even further, wrapping all of them, including Darius and Adrien, in his coils.

“Hang on I didn’t agree to–”

“Hands off you filthy–”

Hooty pulled them inside and dumped them all on the living room floor.

“The entrance to Hooty’s House of Horror is right down this hall hoot hoot, enter if you daaaaarrreeeee,”

Hooty flailed and retreated down the hallway, leaving the seven of them to pick themselves up. 

“I did not sign up for this,” Darius grumbled, brushing off his cape.

Amity stepped up to him and patted his shoulder consolingly “It’ll be better to just go along with it. We’ll walk through whatever Hooty’s set up and then you can talk to Raine,”

Darius frowned but didn’t say anything.

“Fine,” Adrian huffed, stomping towards the hallway “The sooner we do this the sooner it’s over with,”

The rest of them followed after, stepping through the hall into the next room.

Luz was so surprised she stopped midstep, several of the others bumping into her.

Most of the haunted houses Luz had been to had dim to low lighting, all the better for costumed actors to hide in. But this room was brightly lit, and the closer she looked, the less it resembled a haunted house.

Paper with grid lines drawn onto it was plastered along the walls and ceiling, covering every inch of the room. Seemingly random objects were scattered everywhere; sponges and clusters of small blue balloons, various bottles of soaps and even rubber duckies.

“What fresh hell is this…” Adrian mumbled.

“I’m glad you asked!” Hooty burst out of the wardrobe, making all of them jump “This room is dedicated to the most horrific ritual known to witch, demon, and humankind. Behold the chamber of Bath time!”

For a few seconds Luz just stood there, blinking in stupefied silence, then she felt her lips twitch up into a smile.

Of course, this was a haunted house designed by Hooty.

“Oh wow Hooty, this is super scary,”

“Yeah,” Willow said, biting back a giggle “I’m shaking in my boots,”

“So terrifying…” Amity nudged Willow with her elbow, both of their cheeks puffed with restrained laughter “You can even smell the soap,”

“Well I find it tacky and tasteless,”

“Vernworth if your opinion is wanted we’ll ask for it,”

“If you guys think this is scary, wait until you see what’s up ahead!”

Hooty slithered away as they followed him to the next room. This one lacked the clutter of ‘The Chamber of Bath time’ instead it was lined on either side by cardboard cutouts. As Luz looked closer she saw she recognized some of them, there was Kikimora, and Odalia, and some of the former covenheads, but not Raine or Darius–

“Here we have a special kind of horrific creature that Eda told me all about,” Hooty rose up and towered over the room “The Suck-up! These creatures will seek out who they perceive to be the most powerful, and immediately start kissing up to them in order to try and get ahead, so terrifying hoot hoot,”

This time Luz had to bite her cheek to keep herself from bursting out laughing. Around her the others were looking the same. Gus had both hands pressed against his mouth and Willow and Amity were shaking and holding each other. Hunter managed to keep his expression neutral but his face was turning purple. Even Darius cracked a smile.

“Hey guys,” a stray chuckle escaped Hunter “This look familiar?” he elbowed one of the cutouts, a cutout that happened to look a lot like Adrian.

A wheeze escaped her as Luz fought to keep the laughter down, all the others doubling over and holding their sides. Darius’s composure breaking and a small chuckle escaping.

One of Adrian’s eyes twitched, his face flushing dark red.

Hooty glanced back and forth between Adrian and the cutout “Wow! Life truly does imitate art, I’m a genius!”

“Let’s just get this over with.” Adrian hissed through gritted teeth, stomping out of the room and down the hall. They followed after him, everyone but Adrian shaking with barely restrained giggles.

Hooty slithered past, retreating down into the basement “And last but not least we have the terror of the human world…” 

Heading down the basement stairs, Luz saw that the only object of note in the basement was a medium sized aquarium set up in the middle of the room. Reaching the bottom, all of them gathered around it with various levels of curiosity on their faces. 

Hooty zoomed around until he encircled the group and the tank “Behold the starfish! This monstrosity native to the non-boiling seas of the human realm consumes its prey by vomiting its intestines on it, the horror!”

Leaning in close to the glass, Luz saw at the bottom what she thought at first was an actual starfish, but after staring for a few seconds she realized it was actually a starfish shaped diving toy.

“Oh wow,” Luz took a half step back, raising her hands in feigned horror “I think it’s coming right at me,”

“Aww don’t worry,” Hooty leaned down towards her “It’s all pretend,”

“We know you’ll protect us Hooty,” Amity patted his side.

Practically glowing at the praise, he turned back to face all of them “That brings us to the end. Thanks for touring Hooty’s House of Horror, please exit through the owl pellet,”

“Oh thank Tit– wait what?”

Hooty swooped forward and swallowed Adrian in one gulp, letting out a small burp “Who’s next?” 

All of them screamed and scrambled towards the basement stairs. Darius grabbing Hunter under one arm and Amity under the other, sprinting up the stairs like his life depended on it.

[shadowqueen402]

Canine Cat-astrophe: Chapter 7

For a long time, everyone scrubbed, swept, and mopped the paint off of the walls and floors. It was harder than they expected it to be. Especially since the paint would end up on their clothes.

"Seriously, Lance?" Leo asked, frowning at the elf-kitty that sat near him and gave the boy a catty stare. "Did you really have to cause this much of a mess just to catch a rat?"

"If you think this is bad, there's still that mess he made back in the main room," Mei pointed out. "Not only will we have to mop up all of those beverages that are in the bar, but we have to pick those glass shards without cutting ourselves."

"We need to keep a closer eye on those two once we get back to collecting the ingredients for the cure," Attilio said. "Aside from running off, Balan really hasn't done anything bad. For now, at least…"

"Uh, do you guys remember bringing Balan into Lucy's stage?" Fiona asked.

"Yes, why?" Eis asked.

"Balan's not here." Fiona looked around, her hand still on the sponge. "Where could he have gone?"

"Oh no, don't tell me that he wandered off!" Sana cried.

Everyone looked around for any sight of the dog. But to their horror, Balan was gone.

(Meanwhile with Balan)

Balan panted excitedly as he entered Jose's stage. Saliva drooled off of his tongue as he gazed at the various vegetables that grew on the farmer's stage. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt the need to…eat those vegetables as well as…dig.

With a wagging tail, Balan started to charge at the vegetables. He grabbed a carrot with his jaw and started to eat it up. He ran over to the rest of the carrots and ate three more, leaving the top parts of the carrots lying on the ground.

Now energized and in the mood to play, Balan barked as he began to roll around in the dirt fields, uprooting some of Jose's crops. Then, he started to dig a bunch of holes, creating piles of dirt all around.

By the time he was done, Balan was covered from head to toe in dirt. But he still had energy in him and laid his eyes onto the haystacks that lied around Jose's stage. With more panting, he ran over and jumped into them. Hay flew in the air and fell down as a dirt and hay covered Balan popped his head out.

It was, however, only a matter of time before Jose came back to his stage and saw this mess. But Balan continued to mess around. He left the haystacks and ran, knocking over the wooden crates in the process.

And he made his way to the corn fields.

(Meanwhile back in Lucy's stage)

"Finally, that's the last of the paint," Kaylo said as she and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Lucy smiled as she admired her now-cleaned stage.

"Thank you so much for helping me clean my stage, darlings!" Lucy said.

"Not a problem, Lucy," Aria said. "Though, we will have to find Balan. As much as I want to, my allergies act up whenever he's in the same room I'm in." She frowned at the thought.

"Fortunately, your allergies don't act up when you're around Lance," Iben said. "As long as you stick with him, you should be good."

"Okay, let's start looking for Balan before we can get back to looking for the ingredients of that cure," Emma said.

"I know that we can find the sweet durian in Eis's stage," Yuri said.

"But where can we find the royal blue jasmine flowers?" Rebecca said. "Surely they must grow in one of your stages."

"Oh! I've seen jasmine flowers in mine," Cass said. "Maybe there are some blue ones too."

"But the rest of the ingredients can be found in the kitchen," Trisha Jane said. "So finding the durian, Golden Pear Juice, and the royal blue jasmine flowers shouldn't be too hard."

Suddenly, the group stopped when they heard Balan barking. "Was that Balan?" Haoyu asked. "Where did he run off to?"

"Maybe this is just me, but does anyone else smell dirt?" Bruce asked as he opened the doors to Lucy's stage and gasped.

On the Isle of Tims were a bunch of messy paw prints.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Aria belongs to me.

[aurevery]

Feathers | Chapter Ten: Under the moonlight

SWOOOSH.. CLANG

Splattering and clattering noises are the sound I provoke when I rub the sponge along the dirty dish in which I ate earlier, creating bubbles to then opening the faucet lever to let the water clean it’s soap.

Not so long ago, Celinne and I came back into the kitchen after what happened with Aida, and the oh so welcoming doctor lifted our spirits by explaining us some theories of how the pocket watch can work, obviously Celinne and I silently agreed not to talk about what Aida said about the Doctor, just to not ruin the mood.

Celinne and the Doctor both left claiming that they had work to do, Celinne explaining that she was going to keep working on the thesis while the doctor said something about cables leaving me to my thoughts in the sink, I set out to clean other of the dishes that were also dirty, to contribute even just for little, since we are not supporting with the taxes to make this place work properly, perhaps I can nag the Doctor to allow me collaborate in the expenses, since I haven’t spent on anything my savings.

I close the faucet lever and place the last now-cleaned dish in the dryer rack along other utencils and vase that were waiting to be washed, and with a double taps of my finger on my phone resting in the counter, the hour shows.

11:27 PM

It’s getting late, I take a look at the sky through the window in front of me while drying my hands with a towel that was hanging near the sink, the sky has darkened, but from where I’m looking through the moon in nowhere to be seen, a yawn escapes me when I stretched out my arms in front of me, and by grabbing my phone and scratching somewhere in my neck I leave the kitchen to finally rest my eyes in my bedroom.

PLINK

PLONK

PLONK

Waterdrops slowly fall out of the ring of the splout, their sound echoing around the kitchen when they clash against the empty sink, the moon has changed its position as the slow pass of time engulfs everything, the moonlight bashing in the counter of this kitchen, along the whole territory that the moon can reach, on the plants in gardens, on the animals resting in the street, or on the buildings on the biggest of cities. Some people hate the night, when the streets amd alleys are dark and dangerous, or when they can’t get as much as freedom as in the day, but some other people bask in the prescence of the moonlight on their skin, bringing them comfort. Such as Aida de la Rosa.

Who is still standing on top of the Empire State with no souls around her, the middle of the night has always been quieter, but the piercing cold air from night fills her lungs as a warning to seek refuge in the warmth, from as a place to somebody.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Aida asks as she stares directly to the silent moon.

As she gets no answer she walks dangerously close to the railings; the cold wind fiercefully blowing on her face almost speaks to her.

“YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A DANGER IN HERE”

A step closer to the edge.

“LET HER GO!”

The wind now blows from below.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM”

Slowly closing her eyes she lifts her foot out of the floor and embraces th-

“AIDA”

Wildly snapping her eyes open she bewilderedly turns at her back, quickly scanning the area for someone who could be behind her, but when solace embraced her, she breathed out and walked away from the edge.

Perhaps the memories are still livid.

Taking the pocket watch out of the inner pocket on her coat, she opens the lid and places her eyes on a particularly smaller building where the wind will blow calmly, or just less harshly.

And by pressing the crown of the pocket watch, the clock begins to tick, quickly she presses her hat on her hairline and begins to run into the edge once again, and when the last chance to back up to safety she jumps.

The air is strongly clashing at her whole form from below as her fall speed intensely increase by the seconds, the gravity doing its job by bringing every single thing to itself, and from this height, there is no way anyone will survive this fall. But suddenly the purple spiral cames from below, this time spiraling ten times faster than before, and when her lower body passed through it, she quickly positionated her foot as ground made contact with her worned boots.

And when the last stray of her passed through the portal she opened up her eyes, and found herself on the building she was looking some minutes ago, the Empire State one or two kilometers away.

Closing the lid of the pocket watch and hiding it on her coat once again she walked to the enormous peak of the building, and slowly rested her back in it, and by combing her hair through her clothed hands she slides down until her legs give out on her, she lefts the hat to rest at her left and by lifting her chin up the crescent moon welcomes her one more time, few of the clouds that are closer around are whiter and emiting a fadish white glow. She slowly brings her right arm out as if to reach the moon, even though the sun’s light is emitted on a little part of the moon, the darkened side can still be seen with little effort, making it look closer that what in reality is.

“In what madness did I just got into”

Disappointed she lets her arm rest by her side again, truly she had not found comfort in the moon when she was just a kid, but when that little window was all she could ever rely on… old habits die hard after all.

After some minutes she lets herself bask under the moonlight, until a scream of a woman filled the rarely quiet streets of New York. Sighing while picking the hat and standing up a grin takes form on her face as she adjusts her hat.

“Something interesting”

A loud hiss sound distracts me from properly drinking my coffee, placing the mug down a bit I take a glance at Lucas Wembley, a 5’9 feet tall man with a golden blonde locks styled in a ‘formal business man’ kind of hairstyle. He got black eyes and a medium tanned skin along a few freckles adorning his face, for some ladies in the company he is considered as an attractive man, and with his status as the CFO it only adds to the fuel.

To me he is just my long-time childhood friend I’ve met since elementary school, and since our parents were friends, we used to hang quite a lot, and now here we will be until the last of our days working side by side to archieve the company’s goal.

When looking at Lucas’ exasperated face with his tongue poking out due to the hotness of his own steaming mug, I bring my eyes back to the papers of the scales of sales of these past days as I bring the coffee mug close to my lips again to take a careful sip. A few hours ago around the early hours in the morning Lucas messaged me to come into his apartment to discuss a few things associated with work, and me not having anything else to do, accepted. Even though his apartment is quite small for more than 2 persons, it is luxurious, and with the location of the building near the company plus the view from his balcony it is worth the price.

Stretching out my left arm to grab another stacks of paper from the living room center table and leaving the ones I was holding in it, I begin to analyze the statistics once again while settling in his comfy expensive couch.

Lucas in still his pajamas joins to the cushion to add a note on one of the papers I’m holding. “The sales are slowly dropping down” he says signaling with his finger a not so noticeable drop in the red arrow. And by the time he retreates he casually drops a “They kicked me out too”

Taking off my eyes out of the papers I narrow my eyebrows at him, “What?”

He calmly sips at his coffee as he continues without looking at me. “I mean, I would have probably do the same” When I nag him to continue with my eyes, he raises his finger at me as he drowns the last of his coffee in one shot, then he lets out a breath and continues. “It was friday and I had just ended up a task your mother specifically asked me to, and she told me to give it directly to her, and when I had it done I used the elevator to take her floor, and when I walked down the corridor Nicole wasn’t on her desk outside your mother’s office, so I took liberty to enter her office with no kind of warning, but by the time I was about to knock at the CEO’s door I heard your mother and a man arguing about something about blackmailing her with money, I tried to open a gap in the door to see who this man was but Nicole catches me eavesdropping them, then she told me to give her the papers and dismissed me”

I keep my eyes down imagining the scenery waiting for him to keep going. He then places his arm on top of the couch and continues. “Today when I arrived early at work, Nicole told me to take this and tomorrow as days off due to my ‘hardwork’, but I’m sure I heard something I should have not, and now they’re doing the same to me as they did with you, but not taking the same extensive precautions like yours”.

I remain silent as I collect all the possibilites of who this man can be, as far as I know, we got no enemies but the other rivals in the market, and my mother always has been a reserved person, so she never got herself in personal problems with anybody. Perhaps is someone who is trying to get her place, since she is about to juvilate, if that could be the truth, that would explain why she delayed my promotion, and if that’s t-

“Enough about work, let’s talk about something else” Lucas interrupts my inner monologue as a malevous grin starts to form on his face.

“So how have you been lately?” He says with a hint of curiosity. Thinking in any possibility of what I could tell him that has happened in the last two weeks would seem crazy, like how I got assaulted and saved by a woman, someone began stalking us and breaking into our apartment, A doctor that I have never seen in my life offered us refuge and lastly, the feathers myth coming as being true. What an one-of-a-kind vacations!

“Around the office some rumors have been going on lately about you and the pretty head of the design apartment dating” Lucas said in a tone that reveals that he is excited? A dreamy look on his face “It would be like a romance from the dramas, how did you never told me? It was time since you had a romantic partner”

Ah, he means Taylor, the one I had a date before all the feathers stuff. “Well Celinne, my roomate, was actually the one that setted me up on that date, and If I’m being honest I’ve never had romantic intentions with her, but canceling the date a few hours until it started was just going to make me look awful, So i had to go. I say taking the last sip from the coffee and standing up to make some more.

“Always the gentleman I see” He says as I place my mug inside the coffee maker and selecting which one I want.

“Eventually you need to tell her, just to not make things awkward in the office please” Lucas pleads as he lets out a chuckle. When the coffee is ready, I take it and began to add a spoon sugar into it. I don’t like it without sweetness. “I would have ask her out on another date, but I don’t seem like her type” Lucas murmured loud enough for me to hear. I missed this kind of conversations of such trivial things, making me forget about the dilemma I’m in right now.

“So, if you’re not interested in Taylor, are you interested in someone else?” Lucas asked innocently. I spit the coffee I was just about to drink back in the mug, for some unknown reason the question surprised me. I glare at him “No i don-

My ringtone interrupts me as I bring my phone out of the pocket, Celinne is the name that appears on top of the screen, and when I look back at Lucas he is drinking his coffee, I took liberty to walk out of his apartment and close his door so he won’t listen, swiping the screen to the right and placing it on my left ear I answer.

“Hello?”

And Celinne being a straightforward person begins with a question. “Did you get the same message?” Wait what? I haven’t received any messages aside from Lucas today, and since it’s 1:00 in the afternoon, everyone must be at work at this hour.

“Uhm, what messages” I indecisively ask. And all I get is a notification ringing in my ear, taking the phone back againin my palm, I scroll through our conversation, and the last one being a screenshot from her phone. Opening it up I read that it’s an unknown number, again.

The message was just:

‘Meet me in this direction, 1:00 AM, don’t bring anybody else.’ And a location from the maps app.

[rosenallies]

Speaking of anal fissures…

Do you still do Phone Sex AU? Hospital Prompt 8 is giving me Nali. She has to get stitches after falling on the ice or something. When you get stitches you have to take it easy so that you don’t disturb them, but she wants to get up and keep going housework and shit 🤷‍♀️

pls not u starting this ask with 'speaking of anal fissures' 😭😭😭

8. "Easy, babe. You're gonna pop your stitches."

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"Nali?" Rosé called into the apartment, toeing her shoes off at the entrance before padding down the hallway in search of her girlfriend, who was resting on the couch only half an hour ago when Rosé left to go to the store. She had left Denali with specific instructions not to get up from the couch by herself to make sure she didn't injure herself further. After taking a hard fall on the ice and slicing her arm leg open with the blade of her skate, she had to get stitched up in the emergency room.

Popping her head in the bedroom, Rosé began to slightly panic when she found the bedroom just as empty as the living room.

"Denali, where are you?"

Rosé listened quietly for a response, but got none, almost resorting to calling her cellphone when she heard the fair clang and a frustrated 'shit' muttered out loud.

Rosé breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Denali had just gotten up to use the restroom.

"Nali, honey, I'm coming in to help you, okay?" Rosé called before walking in, not even giving Denali a moment to answer.

Opening the door, where Rosé expected to find Denali using the bathroom, she found her kneeling over the ledge of the bathtub and scrubbing away, the sharp smell of chemicals hitting her nostrils.

"Denali!" She shrieked, rushing over to her and taking the sponge and spray bottle from her hands. "What are you doing? Come on, let me check you leg, baby, you were leaning on it!"

Wincing as Rosé helped her to a sitting position, gentle hands moving her injured leg. She tutted softly when she noticed spots of blood already dotting the bandage wrapped around her thigh. She unwrapped it and noticed the spots weren't fresh and that the stitches were still intact. "Easy, babe. You're gonna pop your stitches, that's why I told you to rest and sit while I was at the store. Why are you cleaning the bathtub anyway, honey, you can't take baths until the stitches come out."

Denali avoided Rosé's concerned gaze, eyes glued to the tile in front of her, tracing a slight crack in the surface with her eyes. "I-I don't want to feel useless," she sniffed.

"Useless, baby, you're injured. You're supposed to be resting, not cleaning!"

"It was stupid how I injured myself anyway."

"No, darling," Rosé cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "it was an accident. Accidents happen and we're lucky it wasn't as deep as it could have been."

Denali looked up, Rosé gently wiping her tears away. "You said 'we're' lucky. Don't you mean 'I'm' lucky?"

Rosé chuckled, guiding Denali's head to her shoulder and kissing the top of her head. "No, I meant 'we'. I don't want to see my baby hurt worse than she already is, so I'm lucky too."

Taking a shaky breath, Denali let herself fall into Rosé's embrace, breathing in her soft lavender scent. "Mommy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Will you-um, take care of me tonight? Please?"

"Oh, honey," Rosé cooed, "I've been planning on taking care of you until you're all healed from the moment you called me from the ambulance this morning. In fact, all I got at the store was stuff for you."

Eyes sparkling, Denali smiled. "Can I see?"

Nodding, Rosé stood up and gently lifted Denali into her arms, carrying her effortlessly to the living room where a giant teddy bear and a basket full of her favorite snacks and candy waited for her. "That's your 'get well soon' basket, baby," Rosé said, chuckling when she saw Denali's eyes light up.

Nuzzling into her neck, Denali hid a sweet smile and a deep flush. "Thank you for taking care of me, momma."

"Anything for my sweetheart," Rosé said, setting Denali down on the couch and settling next to her queuing up Netflix for their necessary 'bad day' movie day.

[ducknotinarow]

[Rhodes Charlie]

With the dye left to set, the two of them were given some time to just sit and talk. Difficult for Charlie to do, but, he soon managed to find something to talk about that wasn't just a list of Elvis trivia.

"I like cross stitching...it's calming..." Charlie murmurs, showing off the one he was currently working on, "My Uncle sells them in his shop...but I was thinking of maybe doing custom ones online or something..."

The current one he was showing off was clearly detailed, and took a lot of care. It was of shells within a small jar, with a small label that said 'with love' on it. Smaller shells were clearly being stitched in place to make a circle pattern around the outside,

"What do you think? Like...would anyone even be-"

Before he can finish his question, the bedroom door swung open, Aunt Maple strolling in, a beaming smile on her beak, and a stray full of lemonade and rice-crispy squares.

"Hey Chi-Chi! I thought you and Rhodes would like something to eat, I know how annoying and long it is to dye your hair it takes forever doesn't it~"

Her words always ran into each other, Aunt Maple was always to hyper active.

"Is Rhodes staying for dinner Chi-Ci? I need to know how many crab cakes I should make for us?"

"I don't-"

"Oh you should invite Buddy over too!"

"Aunt Maple-"

"Oh I'll just make enough for the three of you, we can just freeze any extra and take them over some other time~" Maple, when away with an idea, was near impossible to stop, "You boys have fun! Let me know about dinner~"

And just as quick as she appeared, she was gone. Charlie sighed with a sense of defeat, before he looked at Rhodes. Eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he huffs, speaking a little louder than his usual murmurs,

"...You're not allowed to call me 'Chi-Chi'."

| Muse interaction

The smell from hair dye was pretty strong, since Charlie did a full on dye job compared to Rhode who only really colored one section of his own hair. Working to gather up their hair in to a small mound on top of the roosters head as Rhodes smooth it over to make sure it was all pasted together in the hold. Before he got up from the chair he had to use. Even with Charlie sitting on the floor he was still pretty damn tall. Feeling he got a nice even job done on Charles hair he started to pull the gloves free from his hands and set them with the rest of the trash Well Charlie had been going on and on about Elvis. Rhodes knew Charlie liked the guy but he hadn't known the depth of it.

Safe to say Rhodes now knew a lot about Elvis just like he knew a lot about jelly fish. Rhodes was like a sponge thst way able to just absorb any information given his way. He just retained it pretty easily. And Buddy and Charile had a lot of information to deliver. Not that Rhodes minded there just something about how excited the pair of them got when it came to telling all about something they had a extensive lost of information about.

Trash gathered and tossed away as the topic of hobbies came up next. Of course Charile knew Rhodes played music. He had mentioned to them what all he could play and such asking if Charile had anything like that he was interested in himself. They had to kill time while the dye processed after all. Which prompted the rooster to stand up so he could show something to Rhodes.

"I like cross stitching...it's calming..."

"Cross stitching?" Rhodes ask as he followed, taking a moment to look over the one Charlie was showing at the moment. "Oh where you like sew in the design." Rhodes comments on only Vaguely aware of what cross stitching was having seen some at the farmer market time to time.

"My Uncle sells them in his shop...but I was thinking of maybe doing custom ones online or something..."

Rhodes look at the current one Charlie had in the works the jar full of sea shells, no surprise there with the wording "with love" beneath it. The detail was easy to notice clearly Charlie had been spending a lot of time on this project here for them. Rhodes making a note to see what ones Charlies Uncle had up for sale that he could go check out as well.

"What do you think? Like...would anyone even be-"

Before Rhodes could even offer support for the start of the question Charlie had started to bring up. He had some experience himself with online stores helping his mom set one up herself after all. They were interrupted by the appearance of Charlie's Aunt Maple. Rhodes turned towards the door and offered her a slight wave of his hand and smile. He hadn't gotten to know her nor Charlie's uncle Jasper all that much yet but he knew little bits about them, like they were Charlie's Aunt and Uncle. Course it was a funny sight to see when these two very very small Chickens entered the Evans-Alder home with big ol' Charlie between them. It was still funny and Rhodes tried not to laugh at the appearance of Maple now for the same reason.

"Hey Chi-Chi! I thought you and Rhodes would like something to eat, I know how annoying and long it is to dye your hair it takes forever doesn't it~"

Rhodes smile turned a bit more soft at how Maple spoke. quick and fast they fall and clashed in front of each other. Just near about following her wording. Though before either of them could even offer an answer to her question she was already jumping into her next thought.

"Is Rhodes staying for dinner Chi-Ci? I need to know how many crab cakes I should make for us?" "I don't-" "Oh you should invite Buddy over too!" "Aunt Maple-"

Rhodes had just stood there and looked back and forth between the pair of them as he witness this exchange go down. Maple clearly not giving Charlie much chance to answer anything, Rhodes wonder if she heard any part of an answer he was able to give in between. It was kind of funny in truth. Almost how his own back and for this could go when it came to his mother himself. Basically in a way that there wasn't much choice in the situation being presented, like his mother insisting on making gifts for Charlie and Buddy. He was going to do everything he could to make sure she wasn't able to, not like she would carry them on her after all.

Before he knew it Maple was taking off once again door shut as if she hadn't even been there in the first place. Rhodes left with only two thoughts. One he better text his mom and tell her he'll be having dinner over at Charlie's. The second which Charlie seemed to just know Rhodes was going to give some focus towards. Brow already furrowed up in a manor only Rhodes seemed to take delight in.

"Sooo Chi-Chi?" Rhodes says smirking up at Charlie, seeing how someone often felt a need to correct all the nicknames the pigeon himself used to address Charlie by.

"...You're not allowed to call me 'Chi-Chi'."

He simply shrugs and hands back the cross stitch towards the rooster. "Fair enough, Char Char" Cause Rhodes may have one off limits but he had a million more to use instead. "but yeah I actually know people would buy your cross stitching, maybe you could even offer costume ones as an option." Rhodes went on back to their conversation before as if Maple hadn't came in between it at all. "Mass produce art is like the worse, no heart no soul. Hand made one of kind though?" Rhodes continued to say and it shouldn't be to much of surprise seeing how Rhodes hated chain food business in the first place as is. As he went and send a text to his mom about tonight going ahead and sending one to Buddy well he was at it as well to let them know Charile's aunt basically invited them over for dinner.

"And yours reallt has a nice personal touch can tell how much time you put to it, the detail is crazy good." He contuines on with as he sits down on Chariles bed and sets his phone back down once done.

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

Rumplestiltskin

This was very much because I stopped controlling the twins in roleplay and went "hey wouldn't it be funny if they had actually fucked off and nobody noticed"

The twins have some intensive hobbies. don't worry about it.

~

 Aurora jumped as something buzzed in her pocket, and pulled out a timer to check it. Arlette caught the movement and looked over, tuning out the conversation in front of her.

 “Time to go,” Aurora muttered, as Arlette stepped to her side. “We’ve things to finish.”

 “Should maybe tell them.” Arlette glanced up at the rest of the group.

 “They’re busy. It’s not like we’re going to be in trouble.”

 “Fair enough.” Arlette nodded.

 Aurora stepped away, turning to open a portal.

 {Where are you going?}

 Arlette glanced to Lairisse. “To see a fox about a fish,” she said, smiling. “Won’t be long.”

 Mychor jumped up at her heels, tail whipping back and forth.

 “Come on then. Lairisse – only tell them if they ask.”

 {Why?}

 “I want to see how long it takes.” Arlette grinned and followed her sister through the portal.

 They stepped out into the cool basement of the sliced mountain, looking around. In one corner was Arlette’s loom, with the tapestry almost finished.

 Aurora sniffed at the air and grinned. “Cake smells amazing!” She skipped off to check the giant ovens.

 Arlette nodded and sat down in front of the loom, picking up the threads where she’d left off. Aurora pulled the cakes from the oven and set them to the side to cool as she worked on the icing, and soon the smell of plain sponge cake had permeated the air, spread on the warmth coming from the ovens.

 “Mychor, get out of it.” Aurora pushed the zorua out of the way as he whined at the cake. “Best place to be on a cold morning, huh? Warm oven and all.”

 Arlette nodded, frowning as she finished off Dialga’s legs.

 “Oh, how is your cake coming along, dear?” An old woman came down the steps into the cellar. “It smells marvellous.”

 Aurora looked up, grinning. “It’s doing well. Just got the icing and the decorating to do.”

 “And our mysterious weaver is in as well.”

 “Yeah, hi.” Arlette looked around. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

 “Oh, it’s no problem, dear… we thought at first that Rumplestiltskin had set up in our basement and we were about to be rich.”

 Arlette laughed and turned back to her tapestry. “’Fraid not.”

 “Well, with skills like that, you could make quite a lot of money from it.” She stepped over to examine Arlette’s work.

 “Eh… it’s only my first one. This size, anyway.”

 “Really? Well… you have some talent for it, my dear.”

 “Thanks.”

 “Perhaps we will have a Rumplestiltskin in our cellar after all.”

 Arlette laughed. “Perhaps.”

 The old woman turned away, walking to Aurora’s side. “Do you need any help?”

 “If you could start on the leaves?” Aurora pointed to a bowl filled with thick red marzipan icing. “Careful with it though, it is spicy.”

 She nodded and started to shape small leaves. “Who is this for?”

 “A friend of ours. We missed his birthday a while back, so… we’re just making up for it.”

 “Among other things,” Arlette muttered to herself, concentrating on the threads in her hands.

 “How kind of you.”

 “And I missed baking.” Aurora shrugged. “Isn’t much time for it when you’re travelling.”

 “I didn’t think you were from around here.”

 “Sinnoh, originally, but we’ve been travelling since October last year.”

 “Hags,” Arlette cursed quietly, quickly unpicking a thread before shifting in an abrupt movement, more of the tapestry finished than had been a second ago. She leant down to pick up a lucozade bottle, taking a swig.

 Mychor leapt up into her lap, examining the tapestry. He looked back at her and yipped, tail wagging furiously again.

 “So glad you like it.” Arlette smirked, putting the bottle down and continuing to work.

 Aurora glanced over, beginning to smooth jam on top of the bottom layer. “How’s the tapestry going?”

 “Pretty well. Not much more to do, I think.” Arlette glanced back towards her. “How about the cake?”

 “Take a while yet.” Aurora concentrated on the jam, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration as she spread it carefully and evenly.

 “No rush.” Arlette nodded, shifting her stool to the side.

 Mychor jumped down from her lap and bounded away to explore the rest of the cellar. Aurora carefully took the other circle of cake and placed it on top of the other, leaning over it to make sure it was directly in the middle of the one below. Satisfied it was centred, she cleared the jam away from around it and stuck the knife back in the pot, beginning to mix the thick white icing together.

 “How many leaves would you like?”

 Aurora glanced over. “Oh, thanks! That’s probably enough… mind making some feathers?” She stopped mixing the icing and pulled out a flour-stained notebook. “T’look like this.” She showed a rough sketch of a Ho-oh, and put the book down before the woman.

 “That’s ambitious.”

 “Tell me about it.” Aurora grinned. “I like a challenge, though.” She picked up the bowl of white icing once more as the woman started to shape the feathers.

 Arlette stood up and stretched, and wandered over to see the cake making. “Looking good.” She leant down on the counter, taking the knife from the jam to lick it. “Interesting taste.”

 “Works though, right?”

 “Yeah.” Arlette nodded. “Pretty good.”

 Aurora smiled and started to spread the white icing, making a smooth cover over the whole cake. Arlette put the knife down and wandered back to her loom, continuing the tapestry with the occasional glance to the side, where a rough sketch was.

 With the cake covered in a thick layer of the white icing, Aurora pushed it nearer the oven to dry the icing and wandered over to look at the tapestry.

 “This is one of the more annoying ideas you could’ve given me,” Arlette said, not looking up.

 “You’re doing well with it, though.” Aurora grinned, crouching down beside her sister’s chair.

 “Thanks.”

 “Need any energy?”

 “Should be fine.” Arlette shook her head.

 “If you’re sure…” Aurora leant back against the leg of Arlette’s chair and watched her sister work.

 Mychor scrambled into her lap, and she scratched the albino zorua’s ears.

 For a while, Arlette worked in silence with her sister beside her, only occasionally cutting out threads to retry a piece. Eventually Aurora sighed and stood up, heading back over to her small kitchen area.

 The woman had left, but the feathers and leaves were there, and the white icing was firm on the cake. Aurora smiled and started to place the leaves on the bottom layer, pressing them into the icing on the sides and smoothing it away with a knife.

 Then she turned to the Ho-oh on top and her smile disappeared as she concentrated in earnest now, desperate not to get this wrong.

 Arlette set down the bottle again and stretched, blinking. “It’s getting dark.”

 “Almost done,” Aurora replied.

 “Think they’ve missed us?”

 “You never know.”

 Arlette laughed and crouched down with gold thread in her hand, carefully picking out her name along the bottom. Then she stood up and stepped back, surveying it.

 “What d’you think?”

 Aurora looked up. “Nice.” She placed down the talon in her hands – putting it carefully in place – and turned the cake so that a different side was facing the oven. “Just need to get it off, now.”

 “Yeah… that’s the hard part.”

 “This’ll be interesting, then.” Aurora wiped her hands on her apron and came around the table. “Anything I can do to help?”

 Arlette rolled up her sleeves and gestured her sister to help as she collapsed the loom down, lying the main part flat on the floor. Then she unfolded a backing material and placed it over the tapestry. Aurora straightened it out and they turned it over, making sure it was in place. Arlette cut the threads and sewed them onto the backing neatly, setting the tapestry in place.

 “That’s not squint, is it?” She stepped back to look at it. “Damn it…”

 “Just cut the top off – here,” Aurora said, measuring it. “Or roll that around for the piece of wood.”

 “Good idea.” Arlette nodded, and knelt down again to create the hanging. “See if they’ve got a piece of wood lying around we could use, will you?”

 Aurora nodded and raced up the stairs while Arlette waited, putting the knives away.

 “This do you?”

 She looked up as an older man came down the stairs, a length of wood over his shoulder. “Yep.” She grinned. “Thanks.”

 He came over with it and laid it down, and held it in position while she sewed the material around it.

 “Here.” She started to pull it out.

 “You can keep it. It was just going to go on the fire.”

 “Oh… thanks.” Arlette smiled at him. “Appreciated.”

 “Have you got a box for that?” He nodded at the tapestry as she rolled it up around the wood.

 “Um… no. I was just going to improvise.”

 “Give me a few minutes.” He stood up.

 As he left, Aurora reappeared with a tray, which she took over to the cake. “Come and help me with this?”

 “Sure.” Arlette jumped to her feet and ran over.

 Together they lifted the cake onto the tray, and grinned at the creation.

 “He’s going to love that,” Arlette said.

 “Good.” Aurora offered her sister the icing bowl. “Care for a scrape?” She boosted herself up onto the table, and Arlette joined her.

 They took turns with the spoon, finishing off the icing, as they waited for the man to come back with the box.

 He came back with a long wooden box that smelt of freshly cut wood.

 “You didn’t,” Arlette said, staring. “Really?”

 “Didn’t have a box big enough, otherwise.”

 She slipped from her perch and ran over, impulsively giving him a hug. “Thank you!”

 He looked startled, and didn’t manage to hug her back before she let go.

 “Come on, let’s get it in.”

 Aurora came to join them, and they lifted the tapestry into the box and closed the lid.

 “That’s us, then.”

 “You won’t be hiding out in our cellar anymore?”

 “I think my time here has finished.” Arlette smiled.

 He nodded as his wife came down the stairs.

 “Thank you for letting me use your space.”

 “Well, it doesn’t really belong to us.”

 “Still.” Arlette shrugged. “Thanks anyway.”

 “I hope whoever is receiving that likes it.”

 “I… hope they do too.” Arlette glanced down at the box and picked it up, grunting a little. “Aurora, if you would?”

 “Right. Mychor, get back here!” Aurora called, opening a portal with a quick cut of her hands.

 “Don’t forget your cake,” Arlette said, stepping over to look through the portal.

 “Did we get them?”

 Arlette looked out through the portal, spotting the group. “Yeah, you got them.”

 “Oh, sweet.” Aurora caught the glance of the two old people. “Psychic pokémon. In training and all… kinda shy, though.”

 “Ah…” He nodded. “I see. Do you need help with that there?”

 “Maybe a bit.” Arlette nodded, stepping through the rip. “Pass it through?"

[lighthousegod]

Hiiiii this was over a year or 2 ago I think but I have an update !!Huge giant tw, this is a Vent Post and a huge bummer!! I am focusing on negative interactions with one person and a decline of my mental health (not bc of the relationship, but definitely not helped by it). Depression can make you think your friends don't give a shit about you, but remember this isn't everybody. If you're depressed or generally insecure, I'd click off of this, fr. Official trigger warning ⚠️

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I was reading my old post abt this person cause I remembered it, and I wanted some perspective.

To the person who reblogged,

Thank you for the advice!

Seeing your advice now, I kinda wish I would've seen this and taken it more to heart. I'm not sure when you reblogged, but our situations WERE(are?) Weirdly similar (hope that worked out better on your end, btw). Only thing different was that my friend is ALL about cutting ppl off. If someone does something, anything, deemed toxic and abusive to her or somebody else, she can just start hating them. Like a switch. Crazy shit, but anyway-

So. I did not get rid of the friend. And I'm still having issues with her. Surprise fucking surprise. Except, get this-

WE'RE ROOMMATES NOW. ROOMMATES.

IM SUCH A DUMBASS, MAN.

*Thomas Sanders Voice* Storytime!

Here is a timeline of the last year or so

-we both have a shitty encounter (not criminally shitty) with a guy from previous university. She gets a lot more hateful about it than me. She lies to me to go hang out with friends the day after who give her a shoulder to cry on, while I sit alone in my dorm the whole rest of the weekend. I tell her she's an ass for that, and she apologizes. I forgive her.

-me and friend's major gets cut from our university, forcing us to leave and find somewhere else to go. I had just made new friends.

-I move back in with my parents and my mental health takes a dip. (I'm transmasc and closeted, and they are very much unsupportive/conservative/alittlebitinsane)

-I hang out and sleep over with her frequently through the summer, and she claims to be a safe haven from my religious and conservative family (her family is supportive of her lgbt identities)

-I apply to a diff university for an animation degree and get in. She applies way later, for a different degree, and gets in as well.

-I tell her my depression is getting really bad and into suicidal ideation territory, so I need her to give the constant complaints a rest. She says shes sorry and agrees. She says she will try to be more considerate (this is the third time she's said this to me so far). She doesn't.

-one night before we leave for college round 2, at a sleepover, as we discuss our respective bad father figures. She drops an "oh, but mine was worse." I make an annoyed face and she immediately backtracks. Says she didn't mean it and that she actually thinks mine is worse (??). I tell her I forgive her, but I'm lying.

-we decide to get an apartment with a couple in a complex near the university. There's a shuttle that drives to the school, and I drive myself to night classes. Friend can't drive, doesnt have her license. She's 22. I take her everywhere else she needs to go as long as she asks.

-its okay at first. Made some friends, but they're her friends too. My depression is somehow worse. She doesn't really know. I stopped talking about my issues after the summer. Her complaints are worse because she's unable to find a job.

-our relationship turns into one where she brings me food at work (part time at uni) and barely speaks to me for days besides that. She randomly becomes very friendly at times and I soak it up like a fucking sponge, until we stop again. Goes back to one word replies.

-my new friend I met thru a classmate looks at her the wrong way and she tells them they triggered her ptsd at the fucking dennys dining room table. We're all uncomfortable. I tell her that was fucked up on Halloween night and she cries in my car. She says she's spiraling because she can't accept when she does something wrong. So she's at least a little bit aware. We go watch rocky horror at midnight.

-I go home for Christmas. I have a huge falling out with my dad. I start having what I call "grief episodes" where I mourn nothing for days at a time. I don't tell her. I visit her for her birthday and hang out a few times.

-one night, me and her go to meet up with some ppl from out of town. It's raining heavily on our way back and she has the map. I run right up on a median, where the road split. I couldn't see anything and already have bad anxiety around driving, she is aware. She didn't have the map up. She was texting when it happened. I stop letting her navigate.

(She did ask me if I was alright the day after. I tell her no, but there's nothing she can do about it, so "its whatever". I don't want her support anymore, but im still angry i never had it. I want to leave her, but I don't want to be alone. A standstill.)

-i get a good psych appt. Before driving us both back for the next semester. First few weeks are fine. Friend gets a job waiting tables at a new spot a mile down the road from our apartment. I drive her to and from every chance I get. She pays for gas every other refill.

-i tell her she could walk to work during the day, since theres sidewalks all the way there. She won't. She gets rides from coworkers when I'm not available, and complains about the ride when she sees me next.

-i ask if she's still saving for a car. She's been giving me gas money, and occasionally covering the 10 pm "dinner" we have after her late shifts, since the job started, so I'm not pushy about it. She says no, and that her dad's getting her an electric bike instead. I know I will be giving her rides until we graduate, unless I just stop answering texts. She continues to give me little to no notice before she needs rides despite me asking for it.

-she complains about walking, biking, and the job itself. She brags about how she's androgynous when I try to bring up gender dysphoria. She goes on rants about my own parents even though I haven't talked about them in months. At this point, I'm very short with her most of the time. I don't like getting to comfortable.

-I start new meds and start having bad nightmares again. I still pick her up on nights, but I tell her I can't go get food every evening because I have to fix my sleep schedule. She says "that's fine." She tells me I should try a new medication. I've tried at least 6 in the past year, but she didn't remember. She says "I think it's depression."

-I start going to group therapy for depressed/anxious college kids. I connect to them more than I ever have to friend. She's going too, a different session than mine. "Time management" or something. I don't ask about it. She doesn't ask about mine.

-she sent me a text saying "did you eat" last Sunday after she gets home from a morning-afternoon shift. I replied "why are you asking me that." I Hadn't. She knows I struggle with food, but she's never asked that, so I was taken aback. Almost offended that she'd try to care, and then-

"cause if you don't actually need food rn i'm not gonna ask you to drive somewhere for me only"

-i take us to dennys to eat again, and think about the Halloween before. I'm not sure if anything has changed.

- sometimes we laugh and it's like we're back before, when I didn't know she was this way. So selfish and focused on being liked. She's shown me how fake she really is over these years, and I'm desperate to have a real friend. I don't trust a word she says. I'm really reluctant to trust any of my friends and acquaintances anymore when they say they care. I worry they just want to seem good, but they don't actually care about me. She's said that to me before. "I care the most about seeming like a good friend to people."

-im dreading summer again, but I'm not letting myself run to her like I did last time. No fuckin way.

I don't say this for sympathy, and I don't really consider it a full on vent (it's more coherent, I hope). I don't want pity, even tho this post is a total fuckin bummer. It's more for me to remember how this was. And how a hard time showed who I could and couldn't rely on.

To the person who reblogged this, I really hope you got some better friends. If you're still around that person, do not base your whole being on them. Don't let yourself revolve around them. They are not a baby, or made of glass. If you can separate, do it. Please try to build up a real support system if you don't have one.

And that goes to whoever else is reading this. Fr, if you relate to my ass you prob do need to seek our a professional, but also.

This is a genuine fucking cautionary tale. If you have friends that seem legit, please hold onto them. Tell them what's going on. Make sacrifices for them, stay up at night when they're sad even if it's gonna make you tired the next day, tell them you love them even if it feels weird, go get them if they have car trouble, give them hugs as often as you can. If they can't do the same, don't wait. Don't let them talk you into second chances.

And if you have any advice on how to change- be more friendly, more open, less bitter, and able to build real supportive friendships and relationships- drop the recipe pls 🙏 I got a lot of work to do

This isn't miraculous related, just a vent. Using this site like reddit cause reddit sucks.

So like. Hear me out here.

I've had some shit friends before. Like, the gaslight, gatekeep, getawayfromme kind. And I ended that relationship, and the friend I have an issue with now is WORLDS better than the toxic ones I've had in the past. So trust me when I say I know this could be worse.

However,

Every time I talk to this friend I just get SO pissed off. She has PTSD, as well as OCD, and she just got taken off of some medication a few weeks ago, which has made things really hard for her. And I've been trying to be patient and be there for her. But I'm about to be at my mf limit y'all.

So the main issue is the complaints. Usually, I dont mind complaining, I'm pretty pessimistic myself so I do understand. It's hard not to. But god, every conversation we have is about how horrible her life is. Any time we talk, it always wraps back around to how "her brain hates her" and she can't catch a break. It's exhausting.

It's pretty clear that shes not lying, though. Something really is wrong. She has been missing class cause she has trouble making herself get out of bed, and her grades are steadily dropping. I know she doesn't want that and really beats herself up about it. And I have empathy for her, because I really do understand. I'm diagnosed with depression myself, and man, it takes me a LONG time to get myself ready in the mornings for that very reason. I take a lot of steps to make sure I have no other choice but to get out of bed. I even tried to share some of those strategies with her, like setting your alarm or phone far away from where you sleep so you have to at least get up to turn it off. Of course, she provided an excuse to why she cannot do that.

Now, more recently its gotten worse. I can't tell if I'm fed up or if she's gone downhill, or both. To preface, we spend a LOT of time with each other. We're both in college, and we're basically each others only friends. We knew each other in high school, so this isnt a new friendship. I could go on for another essay length post ab how I wish I would've forced myself to make friends at the beginning of the year instead of relying on her, but that's not what this is about.

So, she has OCD. She also has a lot of health issues, like allergies and asthma and all that. Pre-serum steve rogers comes to mind, except not that severe, of course. So, with these things combined, she's become a bit of a hypochondriac. Any time she has a cold, it's basically the end of the world. She'll convince herself she has a fever even if she hasn't taken her temperature, and hole herself up inside her room saying she's too sick to walk. Of course, when it all comes down to it, she usually doesn't have anything specific wrong with her, just a bad cold. Or maybe nothing at all. Now, I should preface that with this pandemic, I am certainly not saying she shouldn't be cautious. However, at this point, she has been tested and she is indeed negative for covid. She didn't even have a fever. And yet, I am still eating lunch alone, like I have been for days. I'm still receiving texts about how miserable she is for having to do her laundry or attend class in her state. I'm not her, so I can't say that this sickness is being blown out of proportion or not, but man is it exhausting anyway.

This situation where she leaves me to fend for myself for days, complaining the whole time, only to come back and have me by her side to keep her company, has become a trend. It's hard to let her wallow in her dorm alone like I do, because I'm usually so sick of sitting with my own thoughts that I take any opportunity to have some human interaction. If she's done self-isolating, I'm there. Even if I leave her company feeling worse than before. This is a weird issue to deal with as an introvert, so I'm navigating is as well as I can.

The last issue I have is the one I'm the most unsure about. This is because, as much as I've been complaining about her, she is actually a good friend to me most of the time. She is one of the only people that has ever let me talk to her about my problems, and recognized them as real problems instead of dramatics. For a while, I thought our relationship was strong, considering how many times we had talked about our respective traumas to each other. I truly can't thank her enough for letting me talk through some hard times over message with her.

But it's been a lot different lately. When I talk about my issues, it always circles back to hers. Her past is horrible, and the reason for her ptsd, so I completely support her talking about it openly instead of internalizing it. But man, she talks about it a LOT. I think its partly my fault, as I have trouble controlling my tone when talking about my mental health, past, etc. Its hard for me to be vulnerable like that, so I usually have a sort of neutral, emotionless tone. Even leaning towards the lighthearted side sometimes. Because of this, I assume she thinks its fine to talk about her problems too, because I dont sound upset. But when she brings up her issues, it does usually end up with her being sad or angry and me replying with a lot of "yeah, that's awful" and "man that really sucks, why would he do that to you." Its not that she DOESN'T listen to me, like I said, I do talk about my problems to her. It just feels disingenuous when the conversation always ends in us talking about her trauma, even if I started it by opening up about my own. And because I talk about mine some too, it feels wrong to tell her I'm not in a good place mentally to talk about hers. I'm really not in such a bad place that I cant handle her talking about her past, or even her present struggles. But it feels like mine are just- idk, overlooked? (Not to mention, any time I've confronted her about these things she apologizes profusely, but ends by telling me she's already internalized what I've said to her, and that she needs to talk to her therapist. Of course, she covers it with a lighthearted, self deprecating tone. But I still feel like shit. And somehow, she's the victim again.)

I've been struggling a lot lately, with a lot of similar issues (depression especially, although I have mental illnesses that she doesn't share, and vice versa. I realize our situations are not the same.) And I've even told her, or tried to. I know that people deal with depression in all different forms, but it's hard not to feel a bit of resentment when she complains about not being able to get out of bed. Like, god, I know. I really, really do. I have to scare myself awake with my alarm and force myself out of bed to turn it off. I have to wake up such a long time before my class starts because I get stalled with every step I take. So much of my mornings are spent staring at the floor in a loop of thoughts about how badly I want to get back in my bed and pretend I don't exist. But, lo and behold, I get to class. I cant afford to miss. And I know skipping class isn't good, it feels awful, I know that guilt well. But still, listening to her complain about not going to class feels like listening to someone complain about not being able to run into fire because they're not fireproof. No one's fucking fireproof. But still, here I am, covered in burns every day. Listening to someone whine about how horrible it is to watch everything burn from their window.

No, I don't feel the guilt of not trying. But that doesn't mean it's easy. That doesn't mean I come out unscathed.

[noloveisunconditional]

I can't wait to live alone so I can do all my weird cleaning rituals free of judgment