#don't struggle kks

[malifiquemakes]

No sudden movements

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

hm

thinking of my blorbos but not in a "i love you you love me all is well" way but a "i love you hope you kill me" way lol

[rimunagenius]

It’s Time You Switch

ʚ pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

ʚ word count: 4.4k words

ʚ prompt: “Fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch. I think it’s time you switch.”

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , smut!!, voyeurism, dirty talk?, face riding, fingering, oral reader!receiving, basically porn with little plot

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: in which Paige turns straight girls ;) i have not written smut since my wattpad era so im sooo insanely rusty but i also have never felt the touch of a woman romantically sooo idek if this will be any good…suggestions are welcome to make it better!! and for future works!!

| Masterlist | Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

"I don't know what I did to him, though. That's what I can't let go. He's being so dry and cold." You told the team as you did dynamic warm up before practice started.

Coach G just shook his head, listening to all your guy problems. This was just another boy for him to hate on campus. At this rate, the whole male and female population at UConn was on his shit list.

"I say, you dump him." KK said, patting your back mid walking lunge. "He's been doing this for months now, it's time to drop him, girl boo.” You told KK a lot of things. She was just a freshman but she become a quick and good friend.

You met her in a class you had been taking and started talking, soon finding out you were both on the same team. It shocked her, but after finding out you stayed off social media, the press release of her committing was new news. You were a senior and she was a freshman, but this friendship was like you two knew eachother forever.

"Yeah, I agree with K." Paige said, from the other side of you. A soft, comforting smile on her face.

"You know what could fix this? A girls night." Aaliyah smiled, her eyebrows wiggling suggesting you guys go out.

"I know you're not planning to go out, get drunk on the night before a game." Coach yelled from his seat on the bench.

"But Coach, c'mon! My girls feeling sad." Paige feigned a pout, grabbing your shoulders and pointing your face, you pouting your lips and batting your lashes.

"Nah, it's okay. I don't really want to go out anyways. Staying in is the move." You sighed, the stretching finished.

You talked about it all practice—sad about it all practice. After, Paige suggested you come over to her place, a sleepover. You begrudgingly agreed. Telling her she needed to take you home to get some clothes; Paige shutting it down because you could borrow hers.

That was the first mistake. It didn't feel like a mistake in the end but that was the first step to a very confusing day afterwards. The second, sharing a bed with the blonde.

You both decided to lay in her bed, get fat on snacks, and watch all the movies you could before getting sleepy and tapping out for the night. I guess Paige had another tapping in mind.

"You know he doesn't deserve you so why do you stay with him?" Paige disregarded the movie, turning her head slightly to look at you.

"He does deserve me, he's just struggling, I guess." You shrugged your shoulders, dwelling on the fact that you couldn't figure out what he was actually struggling with.

"Fuck your boyfriend. He's a bitch for the way he's acting with a pretty girl like you." Paige got passionate about defending her friends. Especially when someone in their life wasn't treating them right. She was more of a protector. A fierce one.

"Paige, that's a little mean."

"It's true. It's time you switched. I'm telling you, girls are so much less complicated. They're easier to read and better at communicating." Paige smirked to you, knowing you wouldn't shoot for it.

"Please, if I knew how, I would." You rolled your eyes, looking down, shoving a potato chip in your mouth.

Paige's eyes went wide. There's no way you were actually serious. You looked like the straightest of straight girls, a very attractive one. Which is why she thought it sucked you didn't swing that way. "No way, are you serious?" She laughed.

"Yeah, but I dont even think I like girls like that." You furrowed your brows. You never actually thought about it. You had no idea if the "girl crushes" you had were actually crushes.

"What does that mean?"

"Like, I've seen girls and thought they were super attractive. I'd wonder what it'd be like to kiss them, and I used to say i’d treat them better than their actual boyfriends, but I didn't think that far." That set it off for Paige. That's how it started. First you thought about what it'd be like to kiss a girl, then to date, and then to fuck.

"Have you ever thought about dating them?" Paige already knew where this was going.

"Yeah sort of. But I was always with him that it was whatever." You looked to Paige.

"Well it's time you switch." She smiled smugly at you, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm down to show you how." That was the most forward Paige had ever been with a girl. She knew it was swaying you, the contemplation clouding your vision, deep in thought.

"What do you mean 'show me'? Like how to fuck?" Your brows furrowed as you questioned the blonde beside you.

"That's exactly what I mean..." Paige's eyes watched yours, waiting for the green light.

"Okay." Suddenly the air in your lungs disappeared when Paige grabbed your face and kissed you deeply. She wanted this for so long. You and her had been bestfriends all throughout your childhood. She had even told Geno he couldn't give her an offer without giving you one. Your skills in basketball were exceptional, your work ethic and athleticism and ability to work with people around you. You and Paige made a great team.

She had admired everything about you for as long as she could remember. She was just waiting on you. You moaned into the kiss, opening your legs so she could slot her body between yours, achieving the best angle to kiss you.

Something in you felt like this was all muscle memory. Like you two have done this before. Her hands moved to your hips, her grip firm but so soft. You two kicking the snacks off the bed, not caring about the mess that was to be made.

"Imma take your clothes off...that okay?" Paige's lips trailed down the collumn of your neck, moaning at the sensation your body sparked throughout her body.

"Yeah, okay. Please." Instantaneously Paige's fingers dropped the the waistband of your pajama shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. The feeling of lace pulling a groan from the blondes throat. Ridding you of your pants and underwear, her hand grabbed the hem of your shirt—her shirt, sliding it up.

You sat up, pulling it off, panting softly. You couldn't believe this was happening. The least you expected from this sleepover was hooking up with your bestfriend, in her bed, on a friday night. You then grabbed Paige's face, needing her lips on yours like you were a woman starved.

Paige was a sweetheart; a golden retriever, kind, and good person...but when it came to her game, on and off the court, she was literally a cocky fuck boy who could prove they could get into your pants. She was a respectful woman, one of the best even, but the second mutual interest was involved; game over.

While making out, her hand cupping your breast over the padding of your bra, the only clothing you seemed to have on left, she bit your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it with her teeth. Your back arched, moaning at the sensation she was able to wash your body in, she quickly unclasped your bra, sliding the straps off when you were flat on your back.

Having the soft skin of yours exposed, she slowed her movements, dodging your face when you tried to kiss her again. "Show me how he got you off." The sentence shocked you.

"Huh?" You looked at her, her eyes having the same challenging look. She knew she'd do ten times better than he ever could. Plus, it helped that her anatomy and your anatomy were the same...meaning, she knew where everything was.

"You heard me, show me what he did for you, so I can show you that I can do it better." Her long hair falling on her shoulders, she slid her Huskies t-shirt off, leaving her in a black sports bra.

You shifted on the bed, nervous but willing. She already had you naked, you were already so wet so you knew when you try and fail to get yourself off like how your ex did, she'd make it better. Paige always made it better.

You reached your hand down, sliding your fingers through your soaking wet cunt, gathering as much as your slick as possible, gasping softly. The feeling of your fingers ghosting your clit, you remembered that you were supposed to be doing this how he did, so you disregarded the spot your body ached and pleaded for physical contact, and jumped straight to inserting two fingers.

You looked at Paige, a look in her eyes you've never seen before. "Wait, he didn't even—?" She was confused but really focused nonetheless. You knew she wasn't really paying attention to what you were doing, she was; she was literally getting soaked at watching you play with yourself, but she just couldn't take her eyes off your pretty pussy. She would never be your 'friend' again after tonight.

You shook your head at her question and continued in fingering your self, curling your fingers at the right spots, maintaining the even yet somewhat hasty pace. Your panting started to get louder, your eyes fluttering closed every now and again. Slowly coaxing yourself to your high, you spread your legs wider, reaching your hand out, signaling Paige you wanted her to grab your hand.

She placed her hand in yours and she was immediately pulled on top of you, your mouth finding hers. Your hand never wavered in the work you were doing on yourself, which is why Paige swallowed the loud moan induced by your orgasm, as you slowly started to slow the rhythm of your fingers, riding out the small orgasm.

You don't know why you did it, you only were conscious of it after you had placed the fingers that were previously inside of you, into her mouth. Your jaw slack, jus a tiny bit, watching and feeling her lick your fingers, swallowing any trace of your she can hope to find. You couldn’t believe you were behaving like this. So dirty but so willing.

Paige moaned at the action, not trying to deny that what you had done could've made her come alone. She started to drag her lips from yours, to the corner of your lips, to your cheek, all the way to and down your neck, sloppy and lazy but sensual kisses were left in her wake.

She wouldn't dare leave any marks behind, your guys' team would calculate what went down her tonight. So she settled for non-visible hickeys. When her lips met your breasts, she took her sweet time with both. Her tongue swirling around your taught nipple, her free hand kneeding the other.

Your back was already arching off the bed, hands tugging at the sheets below you. The soft cries leaving your lips egging her on.

She moved across the other breast, a trail of purple and red trailing the way, her hand switched places. You couldn't take this...you needed her somewhere else. You loved this but holy was she dragging it out.

Before you could even ask—beg, her to move where you were so desperately wanting her, her hand was already spreading your leg open, lips following a foreign, yet so familiar path, all the way down to the curve of your thighs.

She started slowly, opting to tease you, but also educate you like she promised. You understood the significance of foreplay, hell you craved it in your evidently clear soon to be previous relationship, but you couldn't take the ache your pussy had for Paige. It's like it knew you needed her all along. It didn't help that you hated the prolonged attention, but also loved it. Watching her worship your body was something so unexplainably attractive.

The way she slowly placed soft kisses from your knees, massaging the soft skin of your calf's along the way, all the way up your thigh. The closer her lips got to your center, the more antsy you became. You needed her mouth to connect already. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh, my god. Paige...please." You sighed, your panting growing more and more viscous.

"Please what, gorgeous?" Her lips ghosted over your wet folds as she moved to the other leg, now blatantly teasing the fuck out of you, while she smiled and kissed every expanse she could.

"Please just eat my pussy already. I can't take it." You almost cried begging her to finally do something. She had you masturbate infront of her for christ sake.

"Whatever you want." She looked into your eyes, her pupils blown, a blissed out smile and haze on her face. Almost immediately after, her face disappeared in between your legs. Paige licked a stripe up your soaking cunt, from the entrance all the way to the most sensitive nerve ending.

The sound that escaped your mouth was borderline pornographic as the built up arousal finally was being tended to. The feeling of her slick tongue running one more stripe through your folds before swirling around your clit was something you absolutely could not imagine. Your mind in a foggy mess.

"You taste so sweet, baby." The name leaving her mouth ignited fuzziness that you felt in your toes all the way to your scalp. Her voice hoarse, mouth glistening from you, you could never get this sight out of your head; nor did you want to.

"Ohhhh, my god." It came out like a pure cry. The choked moans mixed with tears and strained sobs, elicited a newfound hunger in Paige.

Her mouth doing double time, her tongue swirling and licking perfectly paced, her lips sucking and kissing all the right places at the right time, started to build up the coil in your belly. The feeling growing more and more intense the more she praised you from between your legs. "You're doing so good for me, baby." You couldn't even breathe.

The coil snapping, the tension in your belly now releasing, a gushing mess now painted Paige's gorgeous face, your mouth agape.

You couldn't help but scream...almost. Your moan so loud, Paige covered your mouth with her hand. "Shh, don't want the neighbors to hear." Paige panted softly in your ear, before cracking the signature smirk.

The smugness she had while she saw the aftermath of what seemed to be the best orgasm you have ever had in your life. Your breathing still shallow, your chest heaving, the pattern of the way it rises and falls mesmerizes Paige. Her ego being fed tremendously watching the way you fell apart just by her going down on you.

She couldn't help but want to brag to your ex that he couldn't even make you feel half of what she just did. The accomplishment of getting you to look like this in her bed, your breath fanning over her face as she hovered over you, the accomplishment in having you like this, with her in her bed, was truly a miracle.

Paige loved it. She could go this whole night just fulfilling your needs, showing you everything you missed out on in your pointless one sided relationship. She intended to.

"Oh, my god. That was—" You stopped, your breath finally returning. "That was fucking amazing." You looked at the blonde who seemed to be content watching you fall apart.

The smugness on her face but the adoration of you being here, pure evidence that she was enjoying every second of it. "It was. Didn't know you were a screamer." The cocky Paige returned, forgetting keeping the moment remotely intimate. You smacked her arm that rested next to your body, and grabbed her face and kissed her.

You caught her off guard, her mouth open due to a small gasp, and took that as your chance to slide your tongue in her mouth. You two made out like horny teenagers. You two weren't that far from being teenagers, that was only a couple years ago, but you two made eachother feel like two young kids, absolutely enamored with the idea of each other that you couldn't get off of eachother.

You two made out, you slowly turning yourself so you could be on top. Paige knew what you were trying to do, allowing you to take control for now. You oulled apart, looking down at her, picturing this, saving it for the foreseeable future. Chasing your lips, Paige grabbed your face, pulling you into a deepening kiss. You two literally couldn't get enough of eachother.

Before you could even get the rest of Paige's clothes off, she grabbed your hips that were resting on hers, and pulled them forcefully over towards her chest. You gasped and yelped, suprised at the sudden force she was using. Hesitant to follow, you saw her hungry gaze go between your eyes and your now—again, soaking cunt.

There was no way. "Paige, no. Don't even think about it." You warned, a small intimidating look. It normally had an affect on Paige on the court, knowing when she saw it, you talked a big game and backed it up. But right now, in the bedroom, you were hers and she had the control.

Tonight was to show you what you were missing out on, and how to get a girl going. There was no way she'd let you have the control, no matter how much she wanted it. She'd save that for another night. Maybe she was getting too ahead of herself, but there was going to be another night with you.

"What are you talking about?" The smugness returned, along with a feigned clueless look. You couldn't take her serious with the fact that your thighs were damn near putting her in a chokehold, her hands inching you closer and closer to where she wanted you...where she wanted you to sit, preferably.

"Paige, i'm not about to sit on your face." You tried scooting back, forgetting that Paige was actually stronger than you. The ferocity in which she pulled your hips, your pussy ghosting her lips at the force and aim in which she yanked you, a small gasp escaped your sealed lips.

You yanked your hips back, giving her a pointed look. "I was trying to literally fuck you, not trying to sit on your face. Let me make you feel good, baby." Paige knew she could get away with calling you baby, you probably weren't thinking much of it when she said it. But Paige said it with conviction, just the way you did right now.

The name only egged her on when you used it in this context. The only context Paige wanted to hear it in. "Your making me feel good by letting me make you feel good. I promise i'm fine, I just want you to sit this pretty pussy on my face. Will you let me?" Her eyes sincere, the smirk playing on her lips slowly convincing you by the second.

"You promise?" You whispered, suddenly conforming to the blonde underneath you. Something about the way she talked easily convinced you.

"Yeah. Promise." You stared down at her, unsure. Not wanting to crush her, your thighs being pretty full, the muscle you've built over the years, and just the general size being something you've been insecure about since you were a little girl.  She knew that.

That's why when she saw the look on your face, she kissed your thighs. In whatever spot she could reach. She gave you a reassuring nod, smile on her face. Albeit you didn't know what kind—cocky or comforting. Either way, when she said what she did, you immediately obeyed.

"Sit on my face." You then moved both knees eye level with Paige, falling back slightly, your pussy ghosting her lips again. The second you put your full weight on her face, her mouth got to work.

The sensation and new angle elicited some explicit sounds. 'Didn't know you were a screamer' kept replaying in your head when you tried to quiet down the moans only Piage seemed to be able to pull from you, escaped your lips.

Her hands cupped your ass, pressing your body down impossibly closer and harder into her face. She seemed to be pushing so hard, you were scared you were going to suffocate her. Her tongue teased your entrance, swiftly ghosting in and out of it, before lapping at your folds and clit perfectly.

She ate you like a woman starved. Like if this was her last meal. You had enjoyed every second of this exchange. You reached your hand down slowly, softly moving your hand in slow circles on your clit, overstimulating yourself.

Paige took notice of your fingers now getting to work, a gravely groan reverberating into your wet pussy as she looked up at you, and quickly closing her eyes in bliss. She decided that since you wanted to touch yourself, she'd slide a finger or two into you. To really get you going. Wasn’t the most ideal positioning but she was going to make it work.

Her head bobbed subtly, effectively getting her tongue into the small space where her fingers were about to make an appearance. Inserting one finger, Paige watched, felt, and listened to the way your body reacted to her movements.

Using each reaction to her advantage. The small gasp you let out when she inserted herself into you, the way your breathing reluctantly changed pace, so she inserted another, noticing how your breath picked up. That's when she curled her fingers methodically to the pace she set for herself, matching the pace you set while you continued rubbing circles in your clit.

It didn't take long for Paige to brung you closer to the edge while her tongue picked up the slack for your fingers. You stopped your movements and let her do the work, she could tell it was good by the volume your pants and moans were sounding. She was working overtime while you ran your hand over her hair, eventually looking for another anchor to grip to while you violently come undone by your best friend. "Oh, my god. Right there. Don't stop." You panted, your jaw dropped.

Your legs started to shake, Paige's pace relentless while she finger fucked you in her bed, while she simultaneously ate you out. This wasn't the way you expected to spend your night, and neither did Paige, but holy fuck was it worth it.

"Don't you dare stop—Oh!" The coil snapped once again, a guttural cry and moan left your lips. You swore that any person who was passing by Paige's apartment would've thought you were filming porn. The moans you moaned were insane and absolutely the biggest turn on for Paige. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't already get off on just hearing you.

Yeah, she worked at you, and saw your oh so pretty parts, but listening to the affect she had on you, the comparison made between her and your ex and the ego boost that came with it, were just the perfect amount to get her off on just pleasuring you for the last two hours.

Your breath uneven, slowly moving your legs away from her face, your chest still heaving. She chuckled softly, before looking over to you, while you laid yourself next to her. "That's how it's done, baby." Paige held her hand up, trying to signal a high five.

You looked at her blankly, her seeing the absolute fucked our face you had, and then pulled you closer to her. Your body resting against hers; the stark contrast of your overheated body, compared to her cold and cool body.

The contrast easing the overwhelmed feeling you harbored just a little easier. "You did so good for me, baby. You looked so hot while I made you come. Couldn't believe it." You smacked her chest, feeling a little cringed that she had to see you and all the faces you could've made while you had the most earth shattering orgasms.

"Paige. Oh my god, stop." You laughed, she did too, You two laid there for a minute before she broke the silence.

"You're not going back to him, right?" Her voice now withdrawn from the cockiness and confident undertones, and just pure nerves and concern. She hoped you'd say no. That you'd choose to stay with her, and tell her he was just there until you realized your feelings for her were the same as the ones she's had for you all these years.

"No, I'm breaking up with him tomorrow. You think i'd go back to him, when he couldn't do half the shit you did with your tongue alone? Yeah, right." You looked up at Paige, your bestfriend. You couldn't believe this is what your relationship evolved to in a matter of two hours.

"Soo, that means..." Paige was hopeful. She just wanted you to say what she's been wanting to say for years.

"Let's date. I love you, you obviously love me," She looked away, embarrassed, and playfully pushed you away. You grabbed her arm, pulling her back so she could look you in the eyes. "Do you want to be my girlfriend? Serious."

"Serious. I'll be your girlfriend. Finally." Paige kissed you, slowly. Melting into eachother, the weight of the new relationship status now sinking in. You two were ecstatic.

You decided to clean up, showering, again, her inevitably joining you. When you both settled and were ready for bed. Too tired and fucked out to continue the movie—restart the movie—you two had started a while ago, it was quiet and dark in the room when Paige suddenly whispered, "I knew you weren't straight."

"Paige, got to sleep! Oh my god." You chuckled before smacking her with the pillow under your head.

"Jeez! Sorry! But I called it."

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Post war/coma comic about Gai struggling with his recovery

Since tumblr hates long form comics, I have to split this into 2 bc its 36 images. This is the first part, part 2 i'll either do as a reblog or a separate post right after this, stay tuned! Links to support me in pinned post <3

tw: s*icidal thoughts, injury, a little blood

Bisuke: Gai's Back!

Gai: GRAAH!

Kks: Im home Gai: Welcome back Kks: [wheels rolling] Hey,

Kks: Ga-!? Gai: Im fine. The tile is cool on my face. Kks: Wanna go lay down in bed? Gai: I am so /sick/ of lying down. Kks: Ok. What do you want for supper?

Gai: You're not going to comment? Kks: I already know what happened. You overdid it again. I should be able to keep up with chores, kakashi. Kks: You can. Just don' bull through it all in one go. Do you want to end up in the hospital again? Gai: Please don't. Kks: I know sitting still is hard for you, and "too much" is in your DNA, but you have to take this slow so you don't exacerbate your injuries, Gai. You went from hyper-aware to pretending your body limits dont exist. Gai: Like you haven't done the same.

Gai: You've proved your point. Kks: It's not about that. And you've dragged me to bed and out of bed repeatedly when I needed it. You were burning alive from the inside. Tsunade told you your immune system is out of whack. You need to take it easy. /I/ know you're capable, but are you trying to prove to /yourself/ you are? Gai: You want me to admit my embarrassment? Kks: If something serioud happens, You'll be even more embarrassed then

Gai: How could you possibly know how I FEEL?! How could you EVER KNOW HOW I FEEL?! Kks: I DON'T! But I've /been/ the one ouking and sobbing on your bathroom floor because I couldn't take living anymore! And I don't want that for YOU!

Kks: I'm sorry, Gai. Gai: I'm sorry

Kks: I can't stand knowing you're in pain, and I can't get you help. If there was a way, I'd do anything. Gai: You do so much to help me already.... And I yelled at you Kks: I've screamed at you so much, that was pretty tame. I wish I was like you with things like this. Not great with what to say...... But I can listen.

Gai: I hate feeling so weak. I'm tired all the time, in constant pain, I can't even walk-..... I can tell tenten and the boys worry despite my efforts to appear positive. Kks: They're just not sure how to react. They know you hate being babied, but don't want to push you into hurting yourself. You hate being told you can't do something. They love you. You get stronger everyday, everyone is cheering you on.

Gai: I know it's irrational, but... I feel like you gave up the Hokage position to take care of me. Kks: Haa!? I'm grateful if anything. I'd be retired too if I could. That'd be amazing. I'm dreading just helping Tsunade but as long as you're by my side, I'll be fine. We're still equals, rivals, friends, partners

Gai: Even if I can't- Kks: /Always/ wil be, dickhead. Gai: You worry about me hurting myself? Kks: I know you think about it

Kks: We're the same in that regard Gai: I would never act on this, please believe me, these thoughts are rare........... Kks: It's ok, Gai. Gai: Sometimes I think i should have just died. I feel so out of place on the streets I used to feel so at home at. I never asked to live. I didn't plan to. I just don't know how to-...

Kks: I understand that. Though, dying didn't feel any better. Gai: I know I didn't fully pass like you did. I didn't see papa. Just for a moment, I wish I could have seen him.

Kks: As much as I'm sure he wants to see you again, It's too soon. Dai'd slap the shit out of you for wanting to waste your youth just to see him. Gai: [chuckle] probably. Kks: I have those thoughts less and less now, but they're still there. "why am I the one who survives?" "Burden" "Gai will come to his senses eventually"

Gai: FALSE!! None of my grief is with you! I love living here with you! My love for you only burns hotter each day! You're so lovely inside and out! Kks: Maa What did I do to deserve such praise from teh mouth of the hottest man in Konoha?? Gai: YOU STILL THINK I'M HOT?! Kks: YOU-! [CACKLE]

Kks: Your bad taste is the only reason I had a chance before someone snatched you up. Gai: The worst. Kks: Thought we'd irritate eachother, but it's been pretty smooth. Even though you still get played by the dogs. Gai: You really wanna throw those stones?

Gai: They play you just as easily. don't lie. Kks: My point is, whatever you need from me, you have it. No questions asked. Even if you yell and scream, i can take it. You held me together when I was unraveling, and I'll never forget it. Didn't trust anyone else to see me like that. Broken

Gai: I never saw you as that. Kks: I'll never see you as that

[martinluvrr]

CRUSH CRAZY | PAIGE BUECKERS

⋅˚₊‧ paige x fem!physio

⋅˚₊‧ summary: the new physio of the Uconn Wbb has caught the eye of their golden player, but it seems Paige has become a little... crush crazy.

⋅˚₊‧ warnings: hoping none

⋅˚₊‧ duayaps: i hateee thisss but its been sitting in my drafts so i finally finished it 😭

⋅˚₊‧ nav ||

"AND BEFORE YOU TAKE THE PILLS MAKE SURE YOU ATE SOME FOOD" I said to Azzi. It's been about 2 weeks since I started working with her, the Uconn medical staff have been nothing but welcoming.

At first, I didn't know what I was getting myself into, where I come from basketball isn't a big enough thing the way football is ( soccer ). I also didn't spend that much tie on social media, but as soon as I opened tiktok, tons of edits filled my page, most about Uconn and other teams. There were especially edits of Uconn's number five.

Paige Bueckers.

The girl was attractive. And she had the confidence to prove it. Me and Paige had very little contact together , but even if it was for a second, for some odd reason, my stomach was filled with butterflies.

"Thank you again" Azzi's sweet voice said. I turned around to look at the girl, after she underwent surgery for tearing her ACL during practice last November, there was still a little pain in the leg, but nothing that should stop her from rejoining the team in January. Of course, left out from not being in the action.

"No problem and please be careful ,i dont wanna se you anymore, you're boring' I jokingly said to her, she let out a laugh. I heard a chuckle behind me, when I turned, there in all her glory, number five.

"Hi Paige" I muttered, suddenly becoming shy.

"Hey" She said grinning. "Soooooo..."

"Paige" I said sternly, hiding my smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I was just checking up on Azzi" She told me, cracking a small smile at Azzi. I hoped the disappointed wasn't showing in my face, the delusional part in me was hoping she just came to see me.

"Well she's all yours"

✰

"Coach" Nika yelled, suddenly at Geno. "I don't feel so good"

"What happened?" Geno questioned her, making her sit down. She was fine 10 minutes ago.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up" She said, staring at the ground. Coach felt Paige come beside him. "You okay?" Paige asked, Nika shook her head.

"Maybe we should call Y/N" Paige said, Nika nodded. Geno looked at the both of them, did they hit their head?

"Y/N's a physio, she doesn't deal with stomach problems" He explained, then he heard a cackle come from behind them. KK.

Now he got it, just before Nika came up to him, she was talking with Paige and KK, the three of them whispering amongst one another. Knowing Paige and her little crush, he could figure out that she put Nika up to this.

"Try telling me that again after suicides, maybe i'll believe it then" He said,trying to hide his smile, both Nika and Paige groaned. KK struggled to hide her laugh, scratch that, she didn't even hide it.

"Girl Boo, maybe next time" She said to Paige, laughing.

✰

Practice was over, and everybody was tired. Most of them half a sleep, including Paige. While they were used to their morning practices, Paige had a late night.

"Nah I'm going pick up something from Y/N real quick" She hard Aubrey say. Hearing Y/N name, Paige was awake real quick.

" I'll come with you" She offered, the locker suddenly filled with laughs. Her teammate agreed but not before teasing her with the rest. After getting ready, both of the Uconn basketball players made their way to the medical wing, Paige was nervous, she was always nervous to see Y/N. Suddenly feeling insecure, Paige smelled herself, stressing because she's sweaty. She heard her teammate laugh. "Bro relax" Aubrey reassured her.

When they finally stood in front of Y/N's office door, when Aubrey saw that Paige was still in a bit of a daze, she took the honor of knocking on the office door. When they both heard a sweet voice yelling come in, they followed her orders.

"Oh Hi" I said surprised to see both of them here. Aubrey replied greeting me back, but Paige, just stood there staring at her, grinning like a maniac. "Hi P" I said to her.

"Hey" she replied. Before i could ask what she was doing here, Aubrey caught my attention, asking about her meds and if she could take lighter ones. I replied to all her questions, asking if she was feeling okay or if she needed a checkup. While i talked to Aubrey, i could feel Paige's eyes on me at the side of my head.

As Aubrey left, i expected for Paige to follow her, but the blonde didn't move. "P, do you need something?" i asked her.

"there's this party tonight , you should stop by"

Was Paige inviting you as a date? no.

"Okay, text me the details and i'll think about it" i kinda accepted her invite. Tonight i already made plans with my roommate, i don't think its a good idea to cancel those just because i want to see my crush. I also didn't want my hopes to be up.

While Y/N thought about that, Paige was beaming with excitement on the inside, if Y/N did show up tonight. this was going to be the night where she made her move.

✰

She didn't show, she. didn't. show.

In Y/N's head, she didn't think not being at that party was a big deal. she assumed Paige was just being nice inviting her and she definitely didn't know that P was disappointed.

Today they had normal hard practices, and today was actually the final time Paige tried to get Y/N's attention. no like actually the last time.

As she dribbled the ball, suddenly she dropped the ball, and dramatically fell to the ground. Ice let out a laugh, but while she knew what Paige's plan was, Geno and Y/N didn't.

I gasped, seeing Paige suddenly on the ground, she was fine literally 10seconds ago. Quickly running over, followed by the rest of the coaching staff.

“Can u get up by yourself?”

“I can try”

okay good sign, good sign. it’s not broken.

“To my office” I instructed both Nika and Paige. While holding on to Paige, giving her a bit of support.

When we arrived, I made Paige lay down. And started testing her knee. It seemed fine, actually perfect.

“Maybe we should get another opinion, I don’t think my brains working properly”

I can’t seem to find out whats wrong, she says her knee hurts, but the tests i did make her look perfect.

“Ummm Alright” i heard her hesitate. Her voice slightly nervous.

“Paige”

“Yeah”

“Are you… not injured?”

“Kinda” She answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows, making me think back. Maybe she didn’t want the pressure or she just wanted an excuse out of practice.

“Paige if you are using this to get out of practice well you’ve got another thing comi-”

“Im using this as an excuse to see you” She cut you off.

“What”

“I’ve literally been giving you hints all year and you’re telling me you didnt know i liked you?”

“Well no” I answered honestly. When i finally met her eyes, a small smile took over my face. Her sad face turned hopeful.

“I like you too P” i said “You couldve just asked me out and this wouldn’t have had to happen”

“Don’t even try to turn this on me ma” she started ranting, you just laughed and stood there watching. Okay so you weren’t delusional.

✰

[paigebuckets6]

Yearning Allegations - Pt.3

Part 1 here / Part 2 here

Part: 3

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader

Genre: Friends to lovers slowburn (Series)

Summary: You've liked Paige for the longest time, is there any chance she likes you too?

It's been 2 weeks of awkward silence.

Ever since Paige came over the other day, she's either been ghosting your texts entirely or giving you short replies followed up with excuses about how she's really busy.

The biggest game of the season is coming up - Uconn vs Iowa. Everyone's been talking about it, and you know the team is training super hard for the game- KK and Nika won't stop blowing your phone up with Uconn shit. Despite all this, you just can't shake the feeling something is wrong between you two.

So that's why you're walking down to the school gyms at 9 pm, hoping to find Paige practicing late like she does when she's stressed out.

The halls seem so empty and lifeless without her constant chatter and her melodic laughter. You're fidgeting with your clothes, hoping the sinking feeling in your stomach will dissipate soon.

In the gym, you spot Paige on the farside of the court, shooting basket after basket. Her brows are furrowed with concentration, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Paige!" You shout as you lightly jog over.

Paige glances at you and then takes another shot, which just bounces off the backboard with a loud thud. She curses and grabs it on its way down before replying to you.

"Hey y/n, what are you doing here?"

You're anxious, eyes rovering over her face, but she won't meet your gaze.

"Is.. is everything okay between us?" You say, hesitantly stepping closer to her.

Paige has stopped throwing the ball, instead just holding it under one arm with her eyes trained on the floor.

She finally looks at you, a mix of emotions written all over her face.

"Everything's cool, yeah.. but be honest.. Did I.. make you uncomfortable the other day?"

"Of course not, why??" You're surprised by her words, confused by where she's going with this.

Paige's shoulders relax for a moment at your response, but her expression remains conflicted.

"I was just wondering if I took it too far the other day.." She trails off, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Too far?" You breathe out, hardly daring to consider what she means by that.

"Yeah.. I just.."

Paige seems to struggle to get the words out, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I know you don't want me like how I want you, and I was worried I had made you uncomfortable or something."

Paige wants you? The words ring in your mind.

"What? What do you mean?" You're in disbelief. What is she talking about?

Paige sighs, throwing her basketball into the lined baskets lined by the gym walls before she continues on.

"Y/n, I've liked you for years. I've tried to make that clear, hoping you might take the hint or say something, but you never did. I didn't want to ruin what we have- but the other day made me feel so.." She trails off, "It's just hard to be friends with you when I want more than that. And I'm really sorry for ghosting you, that wasn't cool."

Paige runs her hands through her hair anxiously while your heart strains in your chest.

"And wait- that's not to say I don't want to be friends with you - I love being friends with you, I love you-"

Your heart is pounding in your ears, heart registering her words, and you just can't hold back anymore. You close the distance between you two, lunging for her, kissing her like she's your lifeline.

Paige is shocked for a second, before responding immediately, her hands grabbing your waist, pulling you in further.

It's all you've imagined, yet somehow better. Your hands are tangled in her hair, tugging lightly as her lips desperately press against your own. Paige kisses you, soft and open mouthed, but like a woman starved. You're enveloped in nothing but the sweet scent of her perfume while your heart feels like it's exploding, butterflies flittering wildly around in your stomach.

When you break apart, you both wear matching relieved grins. You swear to yourself that Paige's eyes have never looked more soft than in this moment, the love within them so obvious to you now. Her cheeks are flushed, more pink than you've ever seen them, her eyes alight with an excitement you've only ever attributed to the look she gets when she wins games.

Your next words tumble out in a rush, eager to tell her how you feel.

"I love you, Paige.. I've loved you since high school. I've loved growing up with you, learning more about you over the years, and getting to watch you do what you love. I love the way you care so deeply about people - about your fans, your team, your family. I love how strong you are, persevering through everything just to pursue your dreams."

You laugh, the words freeing to finally say aloud.

"I love all the little things about you, like the way you're so stupidly competitive about everything, whether that's shooting hoops or playing video games, I love your silly cocky nature and all your stupid jokes, your dramatic ass- bro can't even take medicine without taking a solid 10 minutes to complain- and even all the ways you annoy me on purpose just because you know they make me laugh nonetheless. I always feel safe with you, understood in a way I've never felt with other people.. I.. just.. so many things, Paige."

Paige's response is barely above a whisper,

"Why... why didn't you say anything?"

She's running her hands through her hair again, continuing.

"I just thought you didn't like me, like I hoped you did but I was never really sure. That's why I didn't say nothing"

You smile at her,

"I didn't wanna lose you by saying I liked you in case you didn't feel that way, I don't know. Maybe we both did the same thing, haha." You start trailing off awkwardly, suddenly feeling shy with the way she's looking at you.

Paige just grins, pulling you back into her by the hips, bringing you two face to face. She tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear before she rests her hands on your waist.

"Good thing I do, cause now I get to ask you to be my girl." Paige is grinning so widely you just grin back, happiness manifesting as butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"Pfftt.. I was always your girl. " You stick your tongue out at her, and she throws an arm over your shoulder in response.

"Damn y/n tryin rizz me up!?" Paige laughs at her own joke before continuing,

"Anyway, come on, let's go home."

She holds the gym doors open for you, and you're struck with a sense of deja vu, heart full.

"Well.. I mean, it worked."

You smirk at her with that.

Paige just bites her lip in response, waggling her brows and rubbing her hands together at you.

You groan as you both walk to her dorm,

"Not the rizz hands!"

All you hear is her resulting laugh.

"Always the rizz hands! Come on y/n you love it, clearlyyyy."

You find yourself unable to stop smiling at her, but you attempt an eye roll to keep up appearances anyway.

"You're all mine now," you say, shoving her slightly.

Paige smiles back, love in her gaze.

"I was always yours y/n."

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Authors Note: This is the final chapter, I love soft Paige. Hope y'all enjoyed it. Thanks for reading! <3

[tofupixel]

what are you hoping to improve about your not pixel art though, it looks amazing

like it’s hard to comprehend that you just started

this is silly, but i gotta think of the moment in mha lol where bkg got frustrated that deku‘s improving so much so quickly and all might tells him bro that‘s bc he started at zero. you‘re already level 50, shit‘s slower and more subtle then. that‘s what i think about this?

i actually don't know what my goals are, that's a good question, it's something i need to ponder. i guess i feel a bit aimless, and the subject of "drawing" is very large compared to pixel art where you can get away without learning everything. it feels very daunting right now

i struggle with where to place the features on the face (loomis method etc doesnt work for me, cos im very vibes-based-artist, not mechanical at all). i always have to move things around with lasso or liquify. i suppose my big goal is to Get It Right the First Time

as for your other ask im okay really ! thank you for this, im not in a bad mood or anything, if it came off that way. i am very used to being bad at this point in my career, so it doesnt bother me. just wondering if im doing something wrong, or if im missing some kind of lightbulb moment where it will all make sense

kk bye <3 ty

[raina-at]

Self-rec Thingy

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thank you for the tag, @calaisreno and @weeesi

This is surprisingly difficult. I shamelessly admit that I like all of my fics, otherwise I wouldn't have posted them ;-)

So. Favourite five.

I'll start with Spare Parts, my Sci-Fi AU. I loved writing this fic, and I love the worldbuilding, I love the hostility of the environment and the resilience John and Sherlock show to not only survive, but thrive in a hostile world. It's set in the 24th century on Titan, but of all my AUs, it's actually the most canon compliant, ironically. It's also me going into the meat and bones of what Reichenbach meant for Sherlock and John, and my thoughts on why Sherlock did what he did. (it's also probably my most underappreciated fic in terms of effort versus response, but I love it, and that's all that matters ;-))

Next up is Nothing Gold Can Stay, a fix-it for S3. I carried this idea with me for months, and the fic came out in little bursts of hundred-word-snippets (in stark contrast to the sequels, which flowed out of my pen in a matter of days), but I'm really happy with the end result. I also always wanted to write a series of short fics that hang together, and this was the starting point for the series that I will continue, promise, as soon as life isn't quite as crazy. My plan is to continue the series as a sort of parallel to S3, but let's see what life does to me over the next few months.

Since this is about fics I like best and not necessarily underappreciated stories, it would be remiss of me not to honour the bakers here. Bakers with Benefits is by far my most popular story, and I like it a lot. It was great fun to write (I grin like a loon when I re-read the cake war chapter), and I love revisiting them in ficlets (which should be obvious, given how often I do it ;-)) They're so much fun, and they're so comforting. I love writing established relationship with them, because you can just throw whatever at them and you absolutely know they'll get through it together.

It almost feels unfair to my lesser-loved stories to pick my fic with the most kudos here, but, well, I really like it. Don't Read the Last Page is probably the most realistic life with a child fic I've written (and parts of it are directly ripped from real life), and it has one of my top three favourite conversations between Sherlock and John I've ever written in there (and also probably my second favourite first kiss).

So the last one is really hard, because like I said, I like all of my fics. But just for the sheer joy of writing it (I can't describe how eager I felt to "spend time" with this fic when I wrote it), and for the love of theatre and Jane Austen that's always in my heart, I'm picking my theatre/Persuasion AU Take Two. There's fics you struggle with, fics you labour on, and fics that take over your body and just pour out with sheer joy and creative flow, and this fic was definitely the latter. It also has PINING!, and I love me some good PINING!

Tagging @helloliriels @jrow @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk and @blogstandbygo , but if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[221beloved]

"This is spooky." - "Really?"

(Link to ao3)

Fall was presenting itself from its best side, the leaves were turning orange, golden and brown, the weather was cold and wet, and a gentle breeze was almost constantly rustling through trees and the leaves already fallen to the ground.

First rays of sunlight were tentatively reaching out through the mist, bathing the city in diffuse light and making the grass glisten with the reflections of morning dew.

Sherlock and John were slowly strolling through Regent’s park in the wake of the morning, joined at their hands.

Sherlock had woken him with gentle kisses this morning, when it had still been dark outside their cocoon of cosy warmth. He'd asked John for a walk in the morning, before the masses of people would flood the streets on their way to work.

John didn't know were that wish had come from, but he hadn't asked, either. He had this feeling Sherlock didn't know it himself. And it wasn't as if John didn’t enjoy a walk in the silence of the morning.

Hence they were walking through Regent's park now, watching the first birds of the morning hopping and fluttering across the way, picking for worms and material for their nests.

This part of the park was nearly empty at this time of the morning, apart from the occasional jogger running past them.

"It's beautiful," John breathed next to Sherlock.

"It's... calm. In a way," Sherlock agreed. And it was. The mist was swallowing part of the constant noise of the capital, damping it to a low and distant hum.

It was a moment of melancholy. Not in a negative way per se, just... a moment to hold in. To revel in thoughts, to be quiet in each other's company. To observe. To just be.

"This is spooky," John said, nodding to his left.

They'd reached the little bridge over the water, now almost completely shrouded by fog rising from the water.

"Really?"

John watched the silhouette of a jogger cross the bridge. He couldn't even recognise whether it was a man or a woman.

"Kind of," he shrugged. "It's like they describe it in horror stories. Or fairy tales. I mean the old ones. Not the movies they make for children these days, but the original fairy tales, the ones where they all butcher each other."

Sherlock shrugged next to him. "I don't know. I..." He frowned, and John thought he knew what Sherlock was struggling with.

"It's difficult to describe, isn't it? It's not just beautiful, there's more to it."

Sherlock nodded, still frowning.

"You want to cross it?" John motioned towards the bridge, and Sherlock shrugged, nodded again.

"It’s atmospheric," he blurted out when they were standing on the bridge.

"Impressive."

"Yes," John smiled, pulling Sherlock closer and leaning his head onto his shoulder. "Still kind of eery, though."

Sherlock hummed. "That would be contradictory to the old belief that Gods would approach humans in the shape of fog, and that this fog would protect them from harm."

"Really? And who believed that?"

"Greeks."

John pulled a face. "They had a strange relationship to their Gods..."

"Well, the Germanic people ,on the other hand, believed fog was a punishment from higher powers."

"Okay, I take it back," John chuckled, "That's not better, really. How do you know that, anyway?"

Sherlock just shrugged again.

"Don't know. Must've read it somewhere."

John shook his head. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Sherlock huffed, but he turned his head to smile at John.

"And you're silly."

He pulled John even closer and wrapped his arms around him.

"And I would be nothing without you."

"I could say that, too," John murmured into Sherlock's scarf.

"Morning!" an overambitious jogger greeted, making them both jump and Sherlock huff in annoyance.

"Time to head home?" John asked, slowly pulling back.

The other man nodded and John grasped his hand.

"Right then, I'm dying for a cuppa."

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Thanks to @lisbeth-kk for tagging me.

Fic Writer's Meme

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 28! 18 in Sherlock, 6 in Star Trek: Voyager, and 4 Good Omens.

What’s your total word count?

182,614, a majority of which is Kinesis, but as a person who has always struggled with completing things, the 100,000+ words that aren't Kinesis are a real victory in my head.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kinesis (Mystrade), The Interrogation of Anthony Crowley, Witch (Ineffable husbands co-written with @mevima), Avast Ye Merry Gentlemen (Johnlock Christmas), The Bold and the Bruised (Mystrade 360MG), Atonement (Janeway/Chakotay post-series reconciliation).

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Absolutely! I love comments. If I haven't responded to a comment it's only because life has been eating my brain and I will get to it once I've recovered.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Probably All the Time it Takes to Wait, which is titled after a song I played obsessively at the time while I was dreaming up the scenario of Chakotay actually getting to have feelings about the whole Fair Haven disaster. Nothing is resolved but they have it out. The song is angsty and so is the fic.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

It's gotta be Kinesis. Not to overhype, but the ending is pretty satisfying and joyful.

Do you write crossovers?

I have the outline of a Sherlock/Star Trek crossover in my WIP pile.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, but I can't wait. Bring it on, internet. I love an argument. I love to analyze the fears and insecurities of people who start fights on the internet over free content lovingly created and bravely posted. I am unhinged and ruthless.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yes. Smut has been an essential part of my recovery from religion, both the reading and writing of. Smut is so revealing of a character's motivations, their vulnerabilitites, their desires. I think it's a marvellous thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. If so, I'd rather not know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, the aforementioned The Interrogation of Anthony Crowley, Witch was so much fun to write with @mevima. It was way outside my comfort zone, kinkier and darker than anything else I've written.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Johnlock and Mystrade are forever duking it out in my head. I also love Ed and Stede's speedrun enemies-to-besties-to-lovers dynamic in OFMD.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Never say never, right? I have another long one that could be a Good Omens AU set in Toronto in the early 90s. Because it's last on my list of long fics, I don't know when I'm going to get to it. Also all the garbage behaviour of a certain writer/creator has really sapped my enthusiasm for writing in the fandom right now. I had a thought to turn it into an OFMD fic but I'm not sure if or when I'll get around to it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue is my friend. If I get stuck in a scene, I just make the characters talk and it helps me move on. Comes from a background in writing plays.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings! Spare me from having to finish anything. I get burnt out and distracted easily but I'm learning to manage it. I look forward to the times when the story really flows, but since most days are not like that, it's about finding ways to write the next 5, 10, 500 words.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Like so many things, I don't think there should be hard and fast rules about what writers can and cannot do. For me, I'd be inclined to check with a native speaker if I can find one, but keeping in mind that this is not a professional venture, I think foreign dialogue in fic is a "do your best and be forgiving" venture.

That said, if a writer chooses not to get a native speaker to weigh in on their usage and they get comments like "Hey you bum. Don't use google translate for this!" we have to be willing to take our lumps and seize the opportunity: "My hero! Will you look at the rest of my dialogue for me?" Fandom is about connection building.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My first creative writing project in first grade was an origin story for a talking boot puppet in a horrifying Canadian children's program called Readalong. But I had no idea what a fanfic was at the time.

My first intentional fanfic might have been an unpublished Sailor Moon or Mulder/Scully fic that may live on in a hard drive somewhere.

First fic on AO3 is actually poetry called Not a Romance about what Kathryn Janeway was thinking after the episode Resolutions.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Our Flag Means Death. Probably Ed/Stede but there are so many great characters, it might be hard to choose.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Kinesis. It's the fic I've always wanted to write. It has some of my favourite vibes. And I derived great joy from firing Mycroft Holmes.

Tagging @hubblegleeflower @may-shepard @the-toad-in-your-piano @copperplatebeech @blogstandbygo @fearlessdiva930 @cirquedereve @antheiasilva if you feel like answering and haven't already been tagged. I tag anyone who sees this and wants to answer (please @ me in your response and I will reblog).

If you see this and you're more of a reader, tag your favourite writers in a reblog or the notes. Seriously, this goes for anything. If you tag me on your original posts, I will gladly reblog and hype your content.

[pbforeva]

i think i’m gonna try making a master list when i get back from vacation on friday, but i still don’t know how so you guys get to struggle with me 🤗

but finally the long awaited part 10

part 10!

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Paiges pov:

I'm in the ambulance that arrived to take care of Evelyn, and I don't think I've ever been this scared. My heart is beating out of my chest, tears have been flowing down my cheeks since we found Evelyn, leaving my eyes red and puffy, and my hands are sweaty from being clasped together in prayer since the ambulance was called.

I'm too scared to lift my head and look at Evelyn because I know she won't be looking back. I hear the paramedics doing everything they can to stabilize her injuries during the ride, but I've yet to see their faces.

The ambulance comes to a stop and Evelyn is rushed out on the stretcher she came in on, but I just continue to sit. Eventually, a paramedic comes up beside me and puts her hand on my shoulder.

"Hey hun, you should go inside and see how your friend is doing, the doctors will fix her right up." The paramedic says softly to me.

I lift my head up and nod, being too distraught to speak, and she leads me out of the back of the ambulance. I stumble into the hospital and find my way to a nurses station.

"Hey, how can I help you?" A nurse says in a robotic voice without looking up from her computer.

"Um, do you know where Evelyn Park is?" I say, the words feeling almost foreign coming from my mouth.

"I can only give information to family, are you family?" The nurse says, while finally looking up at me with an expectant expression.

There is no way we pass as siblings, I mean we look nothing alike, but I guess I have try something. "No, but she's my girlfriend," I say, hoping she can give me information.

"That works," The nurse shrugs before typing on her computer, and she continues speaking, "Currently, she is being prepped for surgery to stabilize her rib fractures, but she will be placed in room 281 after surgery."

"Okay, how long will surgery take?" I question the nurse.

"Probably about two hours, you can wait in the waiting room though." She says, looking bored.

"Okay, thank you." I say before I walk to the waiting area she pointed to.

I should probably get in contact with her parents, I bet Aurora would have their information. Actually, Azzi should be here soon, she had to run back to the dorm to grab her car. I decide it's time to call Aurora because the sooner she knows, the sooner we can contact her parents, but she's gonna freak out.

After a few rings, she picks up and in a drowsy voice, she says, "Hi?"

I take a deep breath and reply, "Hey Aurora, can you come to the hospital that's in town?"

Her once tired voice turns concerned when she replies, "I mean yeah, but what happened?"

"It turns out we were right about Blake hitting Evelyn, we found her in her apartment and brought her to the hospital, but i'll explain more when you get here." I answer, hoping she doesn't freak out.

"Oh my gosh? Yeah, I'll be right there." She says and I can hear her rushing to get ready on the other side of the phone.

We hang up and I put my head in my hands. How did I let this happen? I shouldn't have let her leave my dorm, this is my fault, I think as tears prick in my eyes again. Before I have the chance to cry again, I feel a hand lightly placed on my back, and when I look up, I see Azzi.

Her tear stained face looked at mine as she grabbed me in a hug. Finally, we break apart and she breaks the silence by saying, "Sorry it took me so long to get here, Aubrey and KK kept me."

"It's ok, we're gonna be waiting a while anyway, she's in surgery right now." I solemnly say back.

"Oh wow," she says while looking down. We talk about Evelyn for a little while longer before Aurora comes through the doors across from us looking disheveled. As soon as she sees us, she walks over and immediately asks what happened.

"Well, I had just asked Evelyn about Blake and she ran off, so about 20 minutes later Azzi and I went to find her. When we got into her apartment, we found her lying on the floor all bloody and bruised." Azzi said quietly.

"Oh gosh, that's horrible," Aurora says before she hugs Azzi and starts crying.

Eventually, we all settle in the waiting room, time passes, and we see a doctor enter the waiting room.

"Family of Evelyn Park," The doctor says while looking down at his clipboard.

We all shoot up from our chairs and rush over to the doctor.

He starts to lead us to her room and talks at the same time, "So in surgery, we stabilized her rib fractures and they should heal nicely, along with her nose fracture. She will be out for a few hours because of the anesthesia, but she should wake up tonight." He says, finishing when we enter her room.

Azzi and Aurora stay next to him to talk to him about her condition a bit longer, but I rush over to her bedside. She looked so broken when I say her earlier, and she looked so peaceful now. I grasp her hand and squeeze it a few times, letting her know we're here with her.

It's been an hour since we were led into her room and Azzi and Aurora went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Her family is flying in from Montana today, and I don't want to leave her alone, so I stayed by her side. I haven't let go of her hand, I can't bring myself to do it, the situation makes me feel so helpless and holding her hand makes feel useful.

Every five minutes or so, I squeeze her hand three times, letting her know that I'm still here. This time after I stop squeezing her hand, I feel her hand lightly squeezing mine back.

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I HATE THIS CHAPTER

but it's cool whatever 🙂

[wolfpawzjakey]

Jercy but the Roman big three continued to give birth to demigods as if nothing had happened, so Jason, Nico [except Hazel] and Percy have full sets of siblings.

And the children of Neptune, who passionately loved Percy as their brother, are not very enthusiastic about his boyfriend.

the younger children do nasty things to Jason, the older ones look disapprovingly, pursing their lips and all the time trying to talk to Percy on the topic "maybe it's not worth it after all."

Displeasure of the gods is one thing, but displeasure of your sibblings is quite another... and I don't think the children of Neptune would support their brother's relationship with the son of Jupiter - Lou June 🪷

When Percy learned he had sibling, many actually, at Camp Jupiter, he was surprisingly excited. He was happy to meet and mingle with them. He’d become close to them, their perfect middle brother, but he’d never quite realized how tricky being in this position would be. His siblings at Camp Jupiter were unrelenting when it came to their distaste and distrust of Jason, even worse acting when they realized just what sort of relationship they had. His older and similarly aged siblings were made of ice, always looking at Jason like he was the scum of the planet, they never shifted away from that. When Percy’d introduced them personally to Jason, he’d been met with the silent treatment, a harsh glare and a weighed down feeling of “really? This is the best you could do?”.

His younger siblings never fall short of acting incredibly childish about Jason too. They were louder, more openly disrespectful toward the son of Jupiter. They expressed their disgust openly and freely, with no filter. Even the littlest were made to misbehave around Jason, screaming and squawking if Jason tried to get on their level to play, hitting and kicking at him. It did damage to Jason, nothing physically of course, but mentally, he’d been so wrung dry by the interactions that he’d begun to doubt himself. Percy, still, held no doubt in his relationship with Jason, but seeing his boyfriend so out of sorts, it made him take pause. He took all the information and interactions into mind and quickly ejected himself and Jason from the situation, he’d just barely met these siblings, sure, maybe they cared about him, but if they acted this way blindly to his boyfriend, a relationship with them was maybe not so important.

-

Percy is a Jason stan just like the rest of us, sorry new family, ur just not chill enough to vibe with the rest of us.

I think Percy having siblings at CJ would be such an interesting concept because he does have such a strong concept of family, but he’s also insanely dedicated to his friends. He’d struggle really hard with conflict like this, but his brain is so wired toward niceness and justice that I feel like he’d wind out and take Jason’s side no matter how much meddling and manipulation they tried to win Percy over against Jason. His siblings would fs hate Jason, but Percy would probs just be like “kk, byeeeee”

[silent-raven13]

Hey baby, time to wash your hair! 👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏾

Normally Hobie would go over to one of his sisters' place to get his hair done or he would clean it himself. Cleaning by himself often became a difficult task, because he could never get all the build up dirt and grind from his own patience and task.

Whenever he tries to find the time to detox his beautiful thick wicks, there's always villain wreaking havoc in London. Spider Punk is need, so he would drop everything to start wack the damn fascist nazis in the fucking face with his guitar.

The worst part when he goes to his sister's place to get his hair washed, she would check on the state and lecture him. One time he didn't wash or detox for three to four months. Yeah, he knows with the amount of hair he has, long thick heavy bouncy locks need to be washed twice a month. Detoxing his hair needs to be done at least four times a year to keep his hair healthy.

Not to mention the smell from all the cigarettes and weed he likes to smoke from time to time. Let's just say his sister ended up cursing his ass out in a mix of Jamaican British words. She ended up doing a whole detox and retwisting his wicks. The water came out too dark like a dark murky gray color as if he dipped his hair into gun powder. It's insane how much dirt his hair holds, his sister had to do at least three washes to make sure the water ran through his thick kinky hair come out clear. She had to use a lot of her products to make sure that hair came out clean.

That was one hell of a day, he had to sit there for hours. Hobie promised himself to always have a strict washing schedule, at least once a month if he's not too busy being Spiderman. Just so he can avoid the annoying struggle. Also, he felt bad for asking his sister's help, he didn't like to waste her time and focus on him. They both have busy lives, his sister is busy watching over their younger siblings.

So he sticks to washing his hair at least once a month, twice if he's lucky. He always kept his products in a box with a large bowl. Pav likes to brag about him only needing coconut oil for his luscious hair, and always amazed at how many products him and Miles have to use. Hey, having beautiful thick bouncy kinky hair is work. "You want it, you gotta maintain it." Hobie would say to his Indian friend.

This was then. This is now! Hobie swings from building to building in the city of London, his watch beeps seeing he received a text from his beloved. Using the holo-screen from the high tech watch, he saw Miles reminding him about today.

Miles: Hey mi amor, don't forget to come over. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ It's washing day ( ｡ •̀ ᴗ •́ ｡)🌻

Hobie: Kk luv☺️🫣 do we have too?

He's joking of course. Washing Day is his favorite, now that his boyfriend helps him out.

Miles: ( – ⌓ – ) YESS! Im ready! I got all the stuff ready, and Billie is here, too! We got this! I bought snacks and drinks ૮₍ ˶>⤙<˶ ₎ა" We can watch Spirited Away, too! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞🥹🥰

Hobie hearts melts by his boyfriend's cute text, he needs to figure out how he does those faces. The punker would totally abuse it like he did before with the emojis.

Hobie: Okay, luv! 🥰 I didn't know you had the whole thing plan like that 🥹🫶🏿

Miles: (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞(⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ )∟ᵒᵛᵉ૫૦∪ Me and Billie are ready for this! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

Hobie: Alright, I'll be there! 😘💖💕🫶🏿

Miles: Kk baby! I'll be waiting! ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎(≧ヮ≦)( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡🥰👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏾 -sending kisses!-

Hobie could only felt his face warm under his mask, he knows he's flustered. Days like this became his favorite days, he gets to spend time with his boyfriend and Billie. Just when he daydream about his Sunflower, there was a villain starting shit in the main streets of London. "Oh for fuck's sakes!" He groans, heading to stop the monster.

-few hours later-

Hobie quickly stop the villain then his watch beeping like crazy. He saw Miles' text.

Miles: Where you at?(๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)

Miles: Hey baby, time to wash your hair!( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ 😘😌

Hobie tries to text instead he calls his beloved, he hates not responding to him. His Sunflower deserves his attention.

The earbud in the punker's ear ring-ring twice, until Miles pick up, "Hello?"

"Hey, luv! Sorry, I'm running a bi- Ugh!" Another monster appeared to grab him by the neck, "FUCK OFF!" Hobie punches the shit out of the monster.

Miles could hear his boyfriend doing Spider-man duties, "Ohh, I get you! It's fine, Hobie. My parents aren't coming till midnight, besides I told them you were coming over! So things are good. I just wanted to see you and have you all to myself!" He cutely said.

Hobie blushes as he kicked the monster right in the face, trying to hurry up.

Miles' little sister's stood to grab Miles' tank top neckline and yank it. "Billie, don't pull my shirt!"

"NO! Yo quiero!" She babbles as she kept yanking his shirt.

Hobie could only chuckles through the phone, "Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as possible!" He uses his webs to tie up the knocked out monster, then rushes to the portal he opens. "Bye, luv. Love you."

"Love your too!" Miles blew a kiss then Billie shouted, "Billie loves you too!"

"Haha." Hobie could only laugh as he heard Billie shouting even louder. "Love you too, Billie Boo."

Billie huffs as she hears Hobie on speaker, she snuggle against her big brother still being protective. Miles chuckles as he hung up. "Billie, you know you like Hobie!" He kisses her round cheeks having to blow raspberries into her cheeks. Billie let out of shrill of laughter.

"Come on, nene! Let's got get the bowl ready for Hobie." Miles took his little sister's hand already learning how to walk. The nineteen year old would help her move around, encourage her to help him get small things.

"Ohhh, kay." She mumbles, she went for to the large portable bowl meant for hair washing. Miles help her placed it in their living room, normally this is where Miles have Hobie lay down so he can wash his hair.

The nineteen year old went to get a box of his boyfriend's hair products, he personally bought from his world. The bowl and box stays in Miles' room, so his dad doesn't nag about it taking up space. It's easier that way, he buys personal hair products that didn't exist in Hobie's world yet. Still some old methods work better than any new products.

When Miles first saw Hobie washing his hair, this was when he was seventeen years old. He stayed over for a sleepover, and woke up to the sound of Hobie muttering and washing his locs. The view was funny to Miles, never seen Hobie so pissed off and annoyed as he tries to detox his hair then wash it. That day Miles offer to help, even thought he didn't know what to do.

Hobie's hair is thick with a lot of volume and a lot of hair. Miles tries to listen to his boyfriend's words while he washes Hobie's wicks. Let's say at first, Miles did a terrible job. He's not use to so much hair, and Miles has his densely coiled Afro which mean he washes his hair in a completely different method.

After that day, Miles decided to read, look up videos to learn about Wicks locs; they're detoxing and maintenance. He took a lot of notes, try to find all the products to help learn. As soon as he was confident enough to get the hang of it, he went to his boyfriend telling him that from now on, he will help wash his boyfriend's hair. Hobie agreed to it, but gave him a warning about it being a long process.

And oh boy, it was, not because Hobie have a lot of hair. It was Miles' lack experiences, he stumble on the detoxing routine messing up each step being unsure. Hobie assured him that it's fine, because he's learning.

From then on, Miles ends up learning, relearning, trying new methods and techniques. Hell, took many hours for him to learn how to retwist his boyfriend's hair. Now, he could say he's a pro, someone can hired him at a salon. Yes, Miles will brag about it, this kind of skill is meant to be brag. He spend hours learning so he can detox, wash and retwist his boyfriend's hair, and he's damn proud of it.

"Hmm, let see." Miles look at his smartphone keeping track of his boyfriend's hair routine. "Looks like it's time to retwist his hair, Boo-boo!"

"Oh?" Billie sat in the portable bowl seeing she can fit inside. "Wow!"

"Yeah, wow. It's gonna be a long day!" Miles went into hair products box to find the tools to crochet needle, and sturdy comb. "Now, we gotta wait for out client, babé."

Billie sat in the bowl being relaxed, she turns to her brother having her two fingers and thumb rub together. "Cha-ching!" She said.

Miles chuckles having to sit on the floor with his legs criss crossed wearing light blue shorts and no socks on. "I should, huh? You'll be my cashier then." Billie giggles liking the sound of that.

Not long enough, Hobie enters through Miles' bedroom window. His luv always lean it open for him. "Miles?" He saw the bedroom empty, but heard Billie's voice in the kitchen.

"I'm over here bae!" Hearing his Sunflower shouting from out of his bedroom, Hobie happily rushes to his baby, then a web shooter dart almost caught his face, but his spidey sense picked it up and easily dodge it. His dark eyes follow the direction at the dart, finding Billie aiming at him with a disappointed pout. "Hello, to you, luv."

"Hi, obie!" She sighs, her little body got out of the bowl to go snuggle her big brother, "Miles!" She doesn't dislike Hobie as much as she use to. Now, her goal in life is to hit Hobie with her web shooters whenever she can.

Miles was busy looking through the box, then felt a warm kiss on his cheek, "Luv, you didn't noticed me?"

"Of course, I did bae! I was checking if I had cleansing shampoo." He turns to kiss Hobie's lips, "Mwah, mi alma." Miles quickly put a towel underneath the portable washing bowl.

Hobie could turn pink if he would, but Lyla updated the watch where anyone wearing it can adjust their appearance to the world they're in. Easy way to blend in. But it only works with certain worlds, Spider-ham is still cartoon whenever he goes. Hobie no longer turns pink like before, which bums Pav and Gwen out. They like to tease him about it.

Anyway, Hobie would be so pink if he had his world's appearance. Now, he's just fixing into Miles' world only to blush a bit. "So are you ready for this or nah?" Hobie took off his guitar leaving it on the couch.

"Just a second, I'm heating up some water. I have to put the movie on so this one." Miles snuggles his baby sister giving her kisses on the cheek, "so she can be distracted." Billie giggles out loud, as Miles placed her on the couch with a tray of her sippy cup and a tray of snacks.

Miles click the remote playing Lilo & Stitch, "Yay!" Billie claps her hands at her favorite movie, "My fav'it!"

Hobie tilted his head seeing his boyfriend holding a pitcher of warm water and another pitcher of room temperature water, "Okay, I'm ready! Lie down, bae!"

"Okay, luv." Hobie lay his head in the portable plastic basin, his neck rest on the specially made entrance that is a bit elevated with soft rubber cushion in the middle of the bowl. "I find it bonkers that your world created these things."

"Heh, your world isn't there yet, bae." Miles smiles at his partner, "I'm sure they will make something like this soon."

"My sister makes me sit up and struggle with him." Hobie rest on the floor feeling Miles pour the hot water into the bowl, feeling his hands carefully touching Hobie's wicks. The hot water pour through each chunk of wicks to wet it. He could tell it was time for Hobie's wicks to be retwist by the way his hair strands coming out of place, and new chunks of loose hair growing from the root.

"Oh yeah? Maybe you like to give her a hard time too. Mr. I-don't-follow-the-rules." His boyfriend words echo in his ear.

This is why he loves Wash Day, his boyfriend's soothing voice, their time together feels more special. Miles' gently hands would care his hair like treasure, and would take his time to make sure he cleans it thoroughly. "Heh, you're cheeky, huh?" Hobie asked.

"Maybe." Miles adding baking soda then apple cider vinegar all around Hobie's head. The sound of the vinegar making the baking soda fizzling causing the nineteen year old grinning, he likes watching the magic happen. Then added lemon juice into Hobie's scalp and hair. He took a small plastic measuring cup to get the mix liquid from the bowl to pour over the hair, his other hand would gently massage throw the hair. Making sure that he gets every residue, gunk of his boyfriend's hair, and would repeat a few more times.

Hobie softly snoring away already deep sleeping from his partner's hand, it's therapeutic. Miles would chuckles as he added essential oils like lavender oil, rosemary, and tea tree oil to help grow more hair, strengthen the roots and it helps the vinegar smell. Miles let his boyfriend's hair soak for about thirty minutes, because any longer it would caused damage, and thirty minutes is enough for the amount of hair he has.

Miles looks at the detox liquid, he could tell Hobie's hair wasn't as dirty as the first time Miles' saw him cleaning them. Not to mention, he made sure his bae is on a strict hair routine; always wash twice a month, and detox every two to four times a year.

Now, Miles has a reason why his boyfriend need to detox more often, because he's Spider-man. The amount of times they both went through rumble, dirt, and just debris is too much to count. Last year, Miles had Hobie do five detox, because of the the crazy missions they went through. He did give a lot of hair care to his boyfriend's wicks so they weren't damage by the detoxing.

Yes, being Spider-man does bring issues when they need to focus on their hair routine. Miles had problems with his hair washes, because of all the hero duties. Yes, their hair needs more care and attention unlike Pav's wavy hair or Gwen's blond hair. It's just how it is for him and Hobie.

Anyway back to his bae's hair, Miles squeeze Hobie's hairs then soak in it into the water and repeat. He saw a medium brown gunk, dirt, and residue seeping out, and kept doing it until the thirty minutes were up. "Bae, wake up. I gotta strain your hair." He gently tapped Hobie's shoulder.

"Hmm?" Hobie woke up from his nap, hearing his Sunflower's voice, "Done?"

"Oh this is only the beginning ing, bae." Miles hums, having to work the mixture into his boyfriend's hair, then squeezing the from the top of the head to the roots making sure all the mixture is out. "It's not that dirty, bae!" Seeing the color a light brown.

"It's because you, luv. Always on top of my hair schedules." Hobie hums, as his eyes look up the popcorn ceiling.

Billie turns toward her brother and his boyfriend, then slid her body down the couch being interested to see them. She's always fascinated at Hobie's hair being washed, so much time it takes.

She looms over Hobie with her web shooter aimed at him, "Don't you think that's cheating, luv?" He softly smile with his eyes closed, he didn't need his spidey sense to know she's near.

"Awe," She pouts, he's right. It wouldn't be a fair win, so she put her web shooter down. "Hmph!"

"Hahaha, it's okay Billie. You can still play with him after this." Miles grab a towel to wrap his boyfriend's hair, letting the punker sit up.

"Okay, let me dump this and will wash your hair!" The nineteen year old let his boyfriend sit up with a towel wrapped around his head. Billie peaks at the dirty water with her small voice, "Ewww."

"Hobie turns over to see the water, "Huh, I thought it would be more darker."

"Luckily you don't need a second round! You have so much hair, bae!" Miles got up, then bend over to pick up the bowl to pour it down the tub. He rinsed down his tub to let all the left over gunk go down the drain and did a quick rinsed a the bowl.

Hobie playfully fight Billie, letting her try to aim the web shooter at him. "Come on, lass. Let see you can hit me." He rocks side to side.

Billie giggles as she tries to to hit him, "Hahaha!" She almost got him. Then the tall British punker playfully tackle her, letting his hand tickling her sides. "HAHAHAHA! Obie! Obie!" She laughs out loud.

Miles came back with the bowl settling it down on the same spot it was. A chuckle came out of his mouth when he saw his partner playing with his little sister, "Hahaha, you guys are so funny." Seeing Hobie carrying Billie in the air mimicking a rocket.

"Miles! Help me!" Billie laughs.

Hobie chuckles, "You think he will save you?"

Miles got up putting on his best look, "You don't think, bae?" Making his partner flustered, which gave the Brooklyn teenager to take his chance and take his little sister back in his arms, "Hahaha, gotcha! Bae, your so easy."

"Not fair, luv. You gave me the look!" He said with a slight pout, "I deserve at least a kiss." Miles rolled his eyes then got on his tip toes to kiss his boyfriend.

"Better?" He pulls away.

Hobie purrs, "Yes, maybe one more."

"No! No more!" Billie being squished by the two getting annoyed. "No besitos!" She forcefully pushed her brother's boyfriend away from them. "No!" She's getting jealous. "Mi hermano!"

"You're being so mean, Billie-boo!" Hobie pouts again being a child.

"Come on, let's finished your hair. We have to retwists your wicks too." Miles kisses his little sister's cheek giving her a tight hug then placing her down for her on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. He saw her snacks all gone, went to put the tray in the sink. "Hey, Hobie. You want anything to snack on or drink?"

"Water is fine luv. What kind of snacks you brought?" Hobie asked, having to go over to the kitchen.

"The snacks are in the fruit basket," Miles took out a cold water bottle, "Skittles, Snickers, some Puerto Rican candy, chips."

Hobie took Skittles from the basket it and the water bottle from his boyfriend's hand. "Thanks, luv." He leans over to kiss Miles' lips as a thank you. "Your too good to me."

"Duh, baby. I'm your boyfriend. Come on, we need to wash your hair!" He pulls the tall punker back to their spot to continued.

Hobie lies back down having to enjoy his Skittles, while he felt Miles remove the towel and spread his wick locs out so he can pour room temperature water all around to have his hair expanded and wet preparing it for the cleansing shampoo.

"Luv, do we have to retwist my hair today?" Hobie asked already feeling a bit guilty about retesting his hair today. It'll take too long.

"Yes, Hobie! You have new hair growing out of your scalp like this big!" He shows his index and thumb extended by a an inch to show his boyfriend how long his hair growing.

"Wow, growing a bit faster than before, eh?"

"It's the rosemary, baby."

"Heh, you always know how to improve my hair's health."

"Anything for mi amor!" Miles started to put cleansing shampoo over Hobie's head and scrub with his hand. He went in on it wanting all the leftover detox mixture and residue to come out.

Hobie slowly started to doze off feeling those hands do their magic, the nice scrub felt so good on his head. It gave him such delightful tingles over his neck and back. Miles pour more water to rinse and repeat.

It wasn't long till, he finished rinsing all his boyfriend's hair leaving no shampoo behind. Then again he squeeze from the top to the roots from Hobie's hair to release the left over water. He took a clean towel to wrap his boyfriends hair to damp it. "Okay, bae. Sit up. I need to dump the water and deep condition your hair."

Hobie woke up quickly sitting up as he yawns out loud. "Luv, it's almost four."

"Well, why did you think I wanted to do it earlier?" Miles said out loud already in the bathroom shouting out loud as he dumps the leftover water with shampoo, then rinsing the tub and bowl.

"Heh, right." The punker let out a small crooked grin with amusement, his Sunflower always right.

Miles came back with the bowl placing back on flower where the towel is laid out. His boyfriend lays back down letting his head rest on the cushion of the bowl. This time Miles didn't pour water, he touches his punker's hair to feeling the moisture, it wasn't too wet. So he grabs a special deep condition product that's made for locs and wicks having scent of lavender, and peppermint.

He twisted the cap of the container, then grab a good amount placing it on the palm of his hand. Rubbing his hands together to spread the product all over his hands then really get into his boyfriend's hair with the products. He thoroughly rubs his hands against Hobie's wicks trying to have the product spread really deep, and focus on the scalp too.

Miles could hear Hobie softly snoring again, "Must had a busy day." He thought to himself. He knew his boyfriend rarely sleeps, he enjoys the night life too much and always fight for his caused in his world.

Once he finished rubbing the product into his boyfriend's hair, he waited about ten to fifteen minutes. Wiping his hands with another towel, he hears Billie calling for him. His honey-brown eyes saw the movie finished, "Awe, the movie finished, nene?"

"Huh uh! Again!" She shouted, holding the remote.

Miles got up to replay the movie again, so she can watch it again. He went to the kitchen to put the two pitchers into the sink, filling one up with warm water. "Miles!" Billie call for him so her sippy cup be filled with juice. "Jugo! Jugo!"

"Okay, Boo-Boo." Her older brother set the pitcher next to the bowl, next went over to Billie to grab her little pink tippy cup. "Okay, but no more juice after this. Mami said you have to drink more water."

"No-no! Jugo!" She pouts waving her hands.

Miles spoils her too much, he went over the fridge to pour some Welch's passionfruit juice into his sister's sip cup, and add a bit of water to dilute the sugary juice. It's one way to give his sister some water. Then he handed her sippy cup back. "Gracias!" She giggles holding her sippy cup, with her lips on the nib to drink. "Mmm!"

"Good huh!" Miles knew Billie had a habit with sugary juice just like his dad. Those two drink juice like its water, and it would never last a day in their home. No wonder, his mom decides to cut down on buying more.

The nineteen year old went back to his boyfriend seeing time was up, giving him fifteen minutes instead of ten. He pours warm water through his hair having to rinse out the conditioner. Hobie slowly woke up hearing water pour, and his lover's hand gently moving his hair around. "Also done, love?" He mutters being sleepy.

"Almost. Awe, bae. Your tired?"

"No, just love your hands on my head, darling. It's soothing."

"I got magic hands, bae." Miles giggles being done with rinsing his boyfriend's hair, "Okay! Now, we're done." He squeezes the left over water making sure no water is left behind, grabbing the towel to lightly pat Hobie's hair to leave it damp.

"There! All clean!" Hobie sat up having the towel around his shoulders letting his moist hair rest on it. He sat up drinking his bottle of water, he took a loc to smell the lavender and peppermint scent, his hair feels so fresh, so clean, light. Bringing a piece of his hair to his nose to smell, "Ahh." He sighs.

Miles went to the bathroom to dump the water into the tub and left it in there after rinsing it down one last time. The bowl will dry in the tub. When he came back he smiles at his boyfriend's hair, "Looks good, huh? All nice and clean." His hand touches his boyfriend's clean wicks feeling the refresh hair strands even his black brown is more vibrate from being washed from the dirt and grime. "Mmm, smells so good too!" He sniffs his hair loving the smell of lavender.

"You did an amazing job, Sunflower. You always do!" His man happily said.

"Awe, Hobie!" Miles hugs his partner, "Now we gotta retwist!" He kisses his man's cheek, "Also, I should order some pizza. I'm getting hungry!"

"Oh! Izza!" Billie's head pops up wanting some, "Cheese! Queso!"

"Looks, like we're gonna have pizza then." Hobie casually said having his hand caressing his lover's arm. "I'll have pepperoni, darling."

"Okay!" Miles happily said, he order some pizza through his smartphone. Nothing is better than ordering a local Italian pizza in New York City, than buying Pizza-Hut or Dominos. He order two large pizzas, one being with extra cheese and the other being pepperoni. It wasn't long till the pizza delivery guy came, and Miles handing money plus tip to him.

"Pizzas here!" Miles hold the boxes after closing his front door.

"Yay!" Billie and Hobie shouted. The three grab plates eating pizza, Hobie got himself a pop soda glass bottle. Best with eating pizza.

Miles only ate one slice of pepperoni so he can get started with retwisting his boyfriend's hair. "Luv, you should eat one more. It doesn't feel right for you to eat a little bit to focus on my hair." Hobie sounding upset that his boyfriend ate one slice.

"Nah, it's fine, bae."

"But you said you were hungry."

"I was. Now, I'm fine! Besides, there's more slices, I'll eat later. Now, go sit by the couch so I can start with your hair. We still need to watch Spirited away." He cut a Billie's slice into smaller slicers for her to enjoy.

"Yay!" Billie hops standing next to her brother, "Cheese! I love cheese pizza!"

"I know, baby." Miles said as the three went by the couch. Hobie sat on the floor, since his tall height, his boyfriend sat on the couch alongside Billie.

The toddler happily sat on the couch with her sip cup on the side, "Movie!" She said as her big brother placed the paper plate with her tiny pizza slices for her to eat. "Mm, yummy!"

"Mmhhmm, Tony's Pizzas are the best." Miles agrees with his sister as he puts on Spirited Away on their Smart Television.

Hobie eats his pizza from his paper plate, he grab two big slices and his soda pop at his side. He felt Miles hand began to take a hold of his wicks having to look through. "Your hair is so healthy, who knew rosemary help a lot!" He recently tried using rosemary oils and ingredients seeing how it works amazing with kinky and coiled hair.

Hobie's hair felt so luxurious, beautiful soft, "Let add some oils on your scalp, bae." Miles softly said as he took some rosemary oil and rub around his boyfriend's scalp.

"Ahh, just like that, luv!" Hobie sighs feeling his scalp being rubbed by his lover's hands, it felt so nice like an itch being scratched. There goes those tingles. He tossed his head back to look at his lover.

"Hahaha, feels good huh?" Miles leans over to kiss his forehead.

"MM!" Hobie already pucker his lips wanting a kiss on the lips, his boyfriend leans again this time giving his double kisses on the lips. "Mwah-Mwah." They kiss.

Billie snorted, "No besitos!"

"But he's my baby, Boo-boo!" Miles sat back having to grab a comb and container filled with special locs and wicks gel for the scalp, He uses a small sturdy black comb to part large chucks of sections. "You have so much new hair growing, Hobie!" His comb evenly separating his boyfriend's hair, he added a bit of the gel to rub on the fresh new hair from the scalp using the comb to spread the product all around.

Hobie watches the film with Billie while chewing his pizza, "Then it's a good thing you're retouching my hair, darling!" He happily mumbles while chewing. His eyes fixated at the film as he swallowed his food to say, "Luv, is this Japanese film?"

"Yeah, it's a really good movie. I really want you to see this one and Howl's Moving Castle! Billie like Kiki's Delivery Service!" Miles explained about Studio Ghibli films, "I always loved Spirited Away."

"Hmm, the lass is a bit scaredy cat, eh?" Hobie watches the film while Billie hushes him.

"Shh, movie playing, Obie!" She would say.

Miles laughs, "You'll get why. Trust me, you'll love this film!" His own eyes being busy on his partner's hair.

The three sat through the movie, midway Miles successful backcomb all of Hobie's hair, perfectly separated into its own wick sections. Then, he grab his crocheting needle tool to start poking the new hair growth, condescending it to the same size as the rest of the hair.

In the beginning of Miles' wicks journey, he always stab himself by the crotchet needle tool and it would hurt like hell. Now, he found his own technique from hurting himself. This is the fun part for him, always in a fast mode as he pokes the tool into his boyfriend's wick locs and twist around to poke all over the section.

Billie finished her slices being full, "Miles, I'm done!" She said.

"Okay, just give me a moment, boo-boo." He said only being half way done with Hobie's hair.

Hobie's eyes being fixated at the film being so into the film. "Luv, did you see that? The boy is a bloody dragon? And there's a large baby? What the bloke is that ghost thing doing?" He would asked being so intrigued by the film, it wasn't like a Disney movie. Hobie never seems to like the cutesy, Disney magic films. Studio Ghibli seems to be more his taste, seeing how it had a deeper meaning to the story than bloody Disney with their happily ever after crap.

"Haha, I knew you would like. Wait, bae. I need to wash up Billie's hands and face. Give me a second."

"Sure. Whatever, luv!" He didn't mind his boyfriend's taking breaks between. Dark brown eyes went back to the screen to keep watching the part where the dragon bleeds from his mouth, "Luv! The dragon is bleeding! They show blood into a sprog's movie?" Being surprised, since he rarely watches movies and television.

Miles by the sink holding Billie as he let her wash her hands, then he wipes her mouth removing tomato sauce. "Yeah, all for the story!" Miles chuckles.

"Oi! The bloody baby turned into a rat?" Hobie asked out loud being so fascinated by the film. This made Miles giggles when he hears Hobie's Jamaican words coming out, "Blurtnawt! There's another bloody witch!"

Billie looks at her brother, "Bad word!"

"Hehehe, let him enjoy the movie, boo-boo." Miles wipes her hands and wipe her wet mouth. "There. You want your pacifier?"

"Sí!" She nodded, as her brother gave her a clean pacifier for her to suckling on. The two went back on the couch, this time Billie wrapped herself around her pink Minnie Mouse blanket, laying her head on Miles' lap while he continues to works on the rest of Hobie's hair.

"Luv, did you see that?" A scene Chihiro remembers Haku's past, and they flew together in the air. Hobie grins widely, "You and me!"

"What? Since, when you lost your memory?"

"But I did save you, Peter Pan." Hobie grins widely, "Remember palms not your fingers, luv." Reminded his boyfriend about the first time they met.

"So you're Chihior and I'm Haku." Miles laughs, "Oh, you know what! I think you will love Princess Mononoke! Maybe we should watch that one next."

"I'm for it, luv. Is it bloody? Not to kiddish?"

"Trust me, I think that'll be your favorite movie." Miles hums as he glanced over his baby sister's eyes glue to the screen. "Boo-boo, you good?" She nodded in response.

Once the movie finished, Miles still had a bit left over from his partner's wicks to retwist, taking another break. "So what did you think?" He asked his partner about the movie.

"Bloody brill, luv. That ghost lad is a wicked creature, eh?" He's a fan of Kanoashi.

"He's a fan favorite. Like everyone loves him or the soots." Miles added. Just when he played the next movie, Princess Mononoke, "I believe this gonna be your favorite, bae! It has to."

"You're my favorite!" Hobie flirted.

"So cheesy!" Miles flustered before kissing his boyfriend's face, "But I'll take it." The two make out for a bit unaware of the front door knob jiggling.

Billie sat up hearing the front door open causing the other two to look over, they saw Mrs. Morales walking in with the keys in the keyhole. She looked exhausted, her braided hair look a bit messier than before probably another busy day at the hospital. She hold a brown bag filled with small grocery items.

"MAMI!" Billie stood up on the couch.

"Hola, mi bebé!" Rio coos as she placed the brown grocery bag down on the island, her brown eyes spotted two boxes of pizza. "Compraste pizza, hijo?" She open the first box to see pepperoni.

"Hey, mamí! Hobie, está aquí!" Miles turns his head around to look at his mom, he paused working on Hobie's hair for the moment.

Hobie sat up with his hand up in the air, "Hola, Mrs. Morales!"

"Oh, Hola, Hobie. I heard it's your hair day!" Rio went to wash her hands to eat some pizza.

"Mami!" Billie wanted to be picked up by her mom.

"Aye, ya voy, mi vida!" She dries her hand to go over to pick up Billie from the couch. This time she's able to look at Hobie and Miles' working on his boyfriend's hair, she gasps. "Guau, mira todo see pelo!" She shake her hand making a sort snapping sound with fingers that Hobie could never understand how she can do that. Sometimes Miles does it, too.

"Right! Mira, it grows so much too!" Miles said out loud,

Hobie got up from his spot to go over to Mrs. Morales to lean over for her to look at the progress of his hair. "Look at my hair, Mrs. Morales."

Miles follows him to show his mom the fresh new hair, "mira como al romero le creció el pelo. See how thick and healthy it looks, too!"

Rio leans over with her clean hands, she carefully touch Hobie's hair to see how much it grew than the beginning Miles' started. It's been almost three years since Miles took over cleaning his partner's hair. She let out a loud gasps, "Your right. Escuché que Rosymary es increíble con el crecimiento del cabello. Look how the root is much stronger to hold his locs."

"Yeah, I added some rosemary oil on the scalp." Miles said, pointing at the scalp, "Almost done."

"You still got a little bit way to go." Rio hold Billie with one arm using her right hip to support the toddler's body. "Hobie, your hair gotten so long, too! So much hair! I'm jealous!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Morales! Heh, you should thank your son. My hair didn't grow as fast as now." Hobie praised his son.

"Hahaha, I remember I use to take care of Jeff's hair when he tried to do locs. We were in our early twenties." Rio laughs at the memory. "Back in the day, there wasn't as much safer products than now. Sometimes you had to make your own stuff, too."

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked, "My sister is a bit old school." Trying to seem like he's from this world and have conversation with Mrs. Morales.

"Cherish your hair, Hobie. Once you get to my age, hair starts to grow less." She jokes to get her son's reaction as they talk about this before.

"Aye, mamí. You still have a lot of hair." Her son would pout at her. "Also, I thought you were coming midnight?"

"Someone else took over and left early." Rio hums, "Good for me. I need the break!" She gently placed her hand on Hobie's face then Miles going to the island to get a slice of pizza. Her love language had always been touching and caressing the face of her son and now, Hobie's. After all, she considered Hobie as her son in-law, her family the way those two been together for a while and strong.

"Ah, well, we're about to watch a movie while I finished up Hobie's hair."

"Okay, I went to the grocery store and bough some eggs, milk and orange juice!" She said to Miles.

Billie gasps, "Juice! Yo quiero jugo!" Her hands reached out for orange juice.

"Ma, Billie drank juice today." Miles said out loud to let her know The couple sat back to their spot while the nineteen year old finishes up the last set of hair.

Hobie lowly chuckles, "You have to tell her."

"Billie can't drink too much juice." Miles said.

"No, jugo!" Billie began whiny at her mom.

"No more, Billie. Your brother said you drank enough today. Mira, aquí estás agua!" She went to get her water.

"Nooo!"

Rio said, "Your just like tu papá!" Billie pouts as she huffed. Her mom took a slice of pizza to eat. "Well, no water than I can eat."

"Hmph!" Billie angrily crossed her arms not getting what she wants from her mom.

Mrs. Morales ignore her little tantrum, focusing on eating some pizza. Her curiosity went over to her son to watch him working on Hobie's wicks, her eyes widen at how fast Miles' work. "Guau, maybe you should own a salon, Miles!"

"I should, huh!" Miles laughs, "I'm a pro now!" He proudly said.

Hobie said, "Then, you would spend more on time with other people's hair than me!"

Rio laughs at the way Hobie likes having her son all to himself. "It's a good business to have."

"Don't worry, bae. I always have time to clean your hair." Miles giggles at his partner.

"Qué película es esta?" Rio sat on an arm chair having Billie on her lap while eating the rest of her pizza, her eyes on the animation film, "Este those cartoons you like, Miles?"

"Yeah, it's Princess Mononoke?"

"Mono? Comó monkey?" Rio asked at the name.

"Nooo, mamí!" One thing about having a Latino parent, they always get confused with certain English words or names and twisted into a Spanish word. Miles chuckles, "That's a Japanese name. Mononoke!"

"Ahh, so a princess name Monkey-Noke!" Rio nodded finally getting it.

"Monkey?" Hobie arched his eyebrow being confused.

"Ma, no! There's no monkey! Mononoke! Just like that." Miles laughs then sighs, "It's a Latino thing, bae. Don't worry about it."

"Ah." Hobie understood, since being around the Morales family, he learns a few things in a mixed Puerto Rican and black household. Mostly, Puerto Rican since Mrs. Morales runs this home. There is always have a big batch of sofrito in the fridge, pots and pans go into the oven as storage, and there's always some signs of Puerto Rican pride around. It could be a flag or some items related to the country.

"Almost done!" Miles happy said, seeing four large sections left.

"It's coming out really nice." Rio said.

"Thanks, ma!"

"Feels amazing, luv." Hobie could feeling his wicks being fresh with a bit of bounce. He could tell his wicks are gonna look amazing, after all his Sunflower did it.

While the group watch the movie, Rio's and Hobie's eyes were glued to the filmed watching the intense animation film. They saw how the main character hurt himself being almost killed by the Princess.

"Mira esa sangre!" Rio gasps at the scene where there's sight of blood.

Hobie grins widely to Miles, "Your right, Sunflower. I do like this!" It was different from the first one, more chaotic, more of a dark twist.

"Told ya." Miles finished the last wick, "And done! Finally!"

Rio and Billie looks over to find Miles' removing the towel under Hobie's hair, then the tall punker got up to stretched and crack his neck. "Ah, that feels good." Hobie groans at his neck being cracked.

"It looks good." Miles' mom said looking at Hobie's hair back to its normal style looking so fresh and lively. The retwist helped length the locs.

Miles happily looks at his boyfriend's hair, "I know. Hobie, you gotta look at the mirror in my room!" He pulled his boyfriend's hand to have him look at his hair.

The punker gladly follows to look at his hair, "Aye! It's beautiful, luv. I love it." He turns around to look at Miles' full body mirror, he saw how lovely his hair came out. "Seeing how long my hair is growing maybe you can give me dread locs or TRUNKS!" Being excited when his hair grows long enough for new hairstyle.

"Bring it on! I know that will take the whole day! To remove your wicks and give you dreadlocks, hmmm." Miles's put his hand on his chin to think about it, "I always want to see you with braids too!"

"Ha, with this hair, luv. I will be majestic! You'll would have to fight the lass' and lads; hands away from me." Hobie jokes.

Miles pouts, "Then no braids! You're my baby!" He wraps his arms Hobie's neck making him lean down to meet Miles' lips. "I only get to have my hands all over you."

Hobie softly smiles having his hands only his boyfriend's waist, "Your right, Sunflower. I'm only yours." He kisses him again a couple of times.

"You two better keep the door open!" Hearing Rio's voice, making then jump. Miles pulled away being embarrassed by his mom's words.

"Mamí, he's only looking in the mirror."

"Hmph, I'm hearing kissing sounds!" She shouted out loud and Billie mimics her. "You're lucky your dad is not here!"

Hobie chuckles lowly trying to hide his own embarrassed expression, "It's alright. We'll go back to finishing the movie, Miles."

"Okay..." He sighs. The two went back to the living room to sit back on the couch. This time Hobie was able to sit in a relaxing posed with Miles snuggling against him. Rio and Bille still in their spot already being relax. The group enjoyed the rest of the film.

Hobie felt Miles' hand entwining with his own, holding together. This is why Wash Days are his favorite time, being close to his Miles never made him so happy.

(Finally, I finished this one. It's a long one! 😗 Also, i spend going back and forth readings about wicks and locs. Hopefully, I did a good job explaining the process. The amount of videos I watched and try to learn; there's so many techniques. And I really wanted to write this, because I started thinking about how important Hobie's hair is. I started to wonder how many times he would have to maintain it, since he's Spiderman- Man the amount of debris, and getting slam into buildings, and intense missions I would think he needs to have a strict hair schedule. This got me thinking about other Spider-persons that are Black and Brown with Afro-textured hair or coiled hair types, I would assume they would need to keep track on their hair routine, especially if it's longer than shoulder length. Anyway, this is to show some love!)

[magxit]

My God, Anon, I hope you don't call yourself a fan! Ryan and Taylor are extremely close friends, and he's very open about that and has no problem speaking her name or hanging out publicly with her. Yet here you are, treating her existence as a problem in his life. This woman has struggled to find friends who love her for who she is, not what they can gain from their proximity to her (cough, cough, KK, and others). She now has a partner and a group of friends that she is so loved and supported by, and you still want to treat her like a large elephant in the room.....something she has struggled openly with. So, honestly, kindly f**k off with that take.

The only person who ever took issues with being connected to her life was Joe and he is in the trash where he belongs.

[meetinginsamarra]

Whumptober Day 2 "They don't care about you"

Mary had been wrong when she assumed John would come around when he would be needed to save Sherlock. As if the only remaining purpose in John’s life would be playing the role of the white knight to save the sherlockian damsel in distress. Thus regaining his own will to carry on living after Mary’s death.

Mary said I only have to put myself into harm’s way and mean it! Then John could not refuse to help. To rescue me from myself. Or from Culverton Smith. From anything or anybody threatening to destroy me. And I followed her orders, so eager and willing to do everything to make John return.

It had seemed like such a logical plan. Feasible. Most likely bound to be crowned by success. But in the end it had been fallible. Because John had not come back to save him.

She told me to go right into hell. So I did. But now I’m there and I find myself alone. Abandoned.

Sherlock’s struggle against Smith’s hands turned into a mixture of feeble pawing and uncoordinated patting because Sherlock’s physical grasp on the murderer’s hands dwindled as fast as his mental grasp on reality.

John does not care for me anymore. Not even the slightest part of whatever kind of friendship we once had is left.

His time was running out.

Biting salty tears formed in the corner of Sherlock’s eyes.

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Ugh, so I have had a really hard time recently updating my fics. I open my WIPs and just half-heartedly write a few words and close them again. This bothers me as I have ideas for some fics that I would love to share, but cannot find any enthusiasm for writing. Between real-life stuff taking a front seat, a reevaluation of my goals, reading a lot of books right now over fanfics, and just the general feeling that the fandom is so tiny that no one out there is reading anymore, I am struggling. I don't know of I have closed the book on writing for this fandom but sometimes I think I am close, which makes me sad ☹️ Love to the KK/CK fanfic writers out there still contributing. I see you and I appreciate you ❤️