#hopefully i'll finish it soon and i can show people

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Worked on a ref for my fursona 🎉

[shirogane-oushirou]

meowdy... <3

[trashmuis]

HEY

I GOT MY NEW WIG IN AND IT LOOKS SO GOOD IM GONNA CRY

I am soooo sososososo glad I went ahead and bought another wig for my Chop Top costume after that shitty one I bought last time because this one looks SOOOO cute and soooo good for what i need it for. The longer one I originally went with is also cute but definitely the too girly type of cute. This one is definitely closer to a sonny bono wig without fully being just a cheap halloween 70s wig. It's not like it looks like real hair exactly, but like, it's better quality and feels better on, i mean.

I actually feel like I look really good in this one too!!!!! I thought I might look weird in short hair and it was making me anxious but I actually am feeling fairly confident rn with it on!!! It looks great with the glasses ngl like omg. My parents and husband think it looks great (even tho my dad is the only one who has no idea who Chop Top is lmao) and I am over the moon about it!! 😊😊😊

[glowettee]

✧ ˚.The Ultimate Study Guide: How to Become a Top-Tier Student ✨📚

Hi besties! 💖 It’s Mindy here, your resident study buddy and glow-up guru at Glowettee. I wanna talk about how to become a top-tier student this upcoming year without losing your sanity—or your vibe. Imagine sipping on a latte, surrounded by pastel notes and cute stationery, feeling like the main character of your academic journey. That’s the energy we’re channeling today. Ready to take your study game from blah to iconic? Hopefully these tips could help prepare for the second semester!

1. Active Recall and Spaced Repetition Hacks

Okay, so here’s the deal: simply reading your notes is not the move. You’ve got to make your brain work a little harder to really soak in all that info.

Active recall: Write down questions from your notes and try answering them without looking. This forces your brain to actually retrieve the information (and helps you remember it longer!).

Spaced repetition: Spread out your study sessions instead of cramming. Use apps like Anki or Quizlet to create digital flashcards that you review over time. Bonus: Anki is super aesthetic if you customize the fonts and colors. 🌸

2. How to Make Study Sessions Feel Luxurious

Studying doesn’t have to feel like a chore, babe. Here’s how to romanticize the grind:

Set the mood: Light a candle, play soft lofi beats, and wear your coziest silk robe. (Yes, the fancy one.)

Aesthetic setup: Use pastel highlighters, cute pens, and a clean desk space. Your desk should feel like a Pinterest board come to life.

Snacks & drinks: Treat yourself to something yummy like matcha lattes or chocolate-covered almonds. A chic study session is fueled by snacks, trust me. 🍵

3. Step-by-Step Pomodoro Method Breakdown for Focus

Pomodoro is basically magic for productivity. Here’s how to do it:

Set a timer for 25 minutes and work on one task. (Pro tip: Choose something specific, like summarizing one chapter.)

Take a 5-minute break after each session. Stretch, grab a sip of water, or scroll Pinterest for inspo.

Repeat four times, then take a longer 20-30 minute break. Use this time to dance around your room or journal—it’s all about balance.

🦢 ✧ ˚.Why it works: Breaking your tasks into bite-sized chunks makes studying less overwhelming and way more manageable. Plus, the breaks keep you refreshed and motivated.🦢 ✧ ˚.

4. Best Apps for Studying

Bestie, your phone doesn’t have to be a distraction—it can be your ultimate study tool. Here are my faves:

Notion: Perfect for organizing your study schedule and creating dreamy, color-coded notes. You can even add cute icons and headers to make it so aesthetic. (SPOILER!! I'll be making some soon for you guys!!)

Quizlet: Great for flashcards and testing yourself on key terms. Bonus: You can use other people’s study sets if you’re short on time.

Anki: Ideal for mastering those tough subjects (hello, bio and chem!). The spaced repetition feature is a lifesaver for long-term retention.

Forest: Keeps you off your phone by growing virtual trees while you study. The guilt of killing your tree will keep you focused, I promise. 🌳

5. How to Romanticize School and Make It Fun

Here’s the tea: school doesn’t have to be boring. Treat every class like a stepping stone to your dream life.

Dress the part: Show up like the best-dressed main character. Think Blair Waldorf vibes but comfy—plaid skirts, cozy cardigans, and knee-high socks are always a win.

Curate your supplies: Invest in cute stationery, a pastel planner, and maybe even a monogrammed tote bag. If it feels luxurious, you’ll want to use it.

Celebrate small wins: Finished a chapter? Reward yourself with a TikTok break or a face mask. You deserve it.

Shift your mindset: Instead of dreading school, think of it as part of your glow-up. Every essay, test, or project is one step closer to the 🦢 ✧ ˚.elite🦢 ✧ ˚. version of you.

Final Thoughts

You’ve got this, babe. Becoming a top-tier student is about working smarter, not harder—and looking cute while doing it. Make your study sessions a vibe, stay consistent with these hacks, and watch your grades (and confidence) skyrocket. Remember: You’re not just studying for school; you’re building the foundation for your dream life. 💕

Let me know how you’re leveling up your study game in the comments or tags! And don’t forget to tag @glowettee if you post your aesthetic study setups—I’d love to see them. ✨

Xoxo, Mindy/Glowettee 🌸

[lynaferns]

Beekeeper Fairy AU

TW for bug features

Well, more like bee-helper fairies.

I wasn't really going to share this yet but you can thank @shirajellyfish for encouraging me to show it, even if I'm not yet sure if this is going to go somewhere or is going to stop here like my other projects and AUs.

These sketches are a few months old, I'd like to polish them a little. I was getting into the fairies mood lately so hopefully I'll redraw them soon but y'know I can't promise anything when it comes to drawing.

Some close-ups and more info under the cut + Ferns design for this AU (Now I have no excuse not to make memes between my 3 selfinserts lol)

So the idea of this AU is mainly to be a chill and cozy story. No angst or anything, maybe memories of a couple of bad events from the past, but now everything is healed and they are focusing on living peacefully.

The story would be around Fern who has their own shop of handmade kitchen tools, tableware, tea, coffee etc etc. (all ecofriendly vegan products) in a village. They are also a beekeeper, so she sells honey too at the shop.

One day collecting honey from the hives she finds a tired bee-helper fairy trying to hide. Decides to ignore it not to stress the little guy, but the fairy was still there when they were finished with the bees. So she goes inside the shed for a small cup of water with sugar to give to the fairy.

After that, the fairy followed Fern to the village and now it visits the shop very often. And Fern always has some treats for the fairy.

I have the idea of making an askblog for the AU. People could roleplay as the villagers coming into the shop to buy something and ask about the fairy(ies) and Fern would be the one anwsering. BUT that would require a lot of effort from me, making the drawings and expressions of Fern and the fairies, and have backgrounds from the villagers POV of the shop. And I don't want to do low effort background, I want the world to feel organic.

So idk, maybe I'll do a small comic but I can't assure to keep constant motivation for this.

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 16

Part 16:

Patrick heard Liana vomiting faintly and it made him jump out of bed. "Li, is everything okay?" he asked from outside the bathroom. "Everything's great, go back to sleep," she stammered, and he sighed. He went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, entered the bathroom, and saw her sitting on the floor, holding her hair with one hand and gripping the edge of the toilet with the other, trying to steady herself.

"Hey, baby, it's okay. I got you," he mumbled, placing the glass on the sink and sitting down next to Liana, holding her hair in place and tracing gentle shapes on her shoulder. She was shaking from the effort as her free hand also moved to hold onto the toilet.

"Sorry I woke you," she mumbled after a few minutes, not moving her head out of fear of vomiting again. "Don't be silly, is it something you ate?" he asked. His eyebrows furrowed as he handed her the water. "There was only regular milk at work, I probably drank one cup of coffee too many yesterday," she mumbled, and as soon as she finished speaking, she vomited again, and they found themselves in the same position.

"Come on," after a few minutes of this, he helped her get up from the floor. Patrick spread toothpaste on her toothbrush and put it in her mouth, starting to move it side to side. Liana could cry. She felt the tears gathering at the back of her eyes, in moments like these she remembers how gentle and sensitive Patrick can be. If he only wants to, if he cares enough.

He stood in the bathroom while she showered and didn't take his eyes off her, not in a sexual way but out of genuine concern. Because at the end of the day, Patrick loves her, even if sometimes he doesn't know how to show it.

"Shall we go back to sleep?" he asked hopefully. "There's no point, I feel better and in half an hour, I would've had to get up anyway," she shrugged as he handed her a towel. "Li, maybe you should stay home today?" he asked, even though he knew the answer. "I'm on a schedule and in a few days, the construction starts, I need to get there to fix some drawings. If I'm lucky, I might be able to leave earlier," she smiled at him. "I don't know..." he tried to protest. Just ten minutes ago, she was shaking in his hands, and now he has to let her get dressed and leave the house. "I'm fine Pat, really. I'll drink tea today, and I'll be okay," she gave him a small kiss on the lips and left the bathroom, concluding the conversation.

"Then there must be a pillar here, otherwise the whole thing will collapse, and we didn't draw it in the sketch." Art heard Liana's voice from afar, like an echo. He automatically found himself walking towards her, because that's why Art came. He didn't really care about the construction schedule; as far as he was concerned, the longer this thing took, the more time he had to come and see her work. An excuse to be close without being creepy.

"Hey," he gave a small wave, keeping his distance from her conversation but letting her know he was there. "Mr. Donaldson," she mumbled, and so did the guy working with her. Art could say that nothing happens in his body when she calls him 'Mr. Donaldson'. That formality in front of people doesn't affect him at all. It doesn't send a little shiver through him. No memories surface, and he certainly doesn't imagine that one day she might be 'Mrs. Donaldson'. He could say all that, but he tries not to lie too much.

"Miss Levy," he returned a toothy smile, and she walked towards him. "Why are you here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Where? On the land I bought?" he was amused. Now that she was closer, he could examine her. He wondered if he would ever get used to the fact that she needed glasses now when she worked. Or the small wrinkle that formed on the side of her mouth from the number of times she smiled and laughed. He wished it was because of him. Too many times he thinks about the number of things he could tell her that would make her laugh enough to deepen that wrinkle.

"You look... green." he mumbled after a few seconds. She was pale, even for her. "It's January, I turn green in January." she retorted. "Liana." he tried a more official tone, a bit more concerned. "I'm fine, Arthur, let it go. Can I ask a favor?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes. Making him raise an eyebrow. There are very few things Liana could ask of him that he wouldn't agree to do. She must know that by now. "Always." he said quicker than his ego was happy to hear. "Can you give me Tashi's number?" she asked and saw his surprised look. "Why? Are you trying to steal my coach for your lazy boyfriend?" he asked, feigning amusement. He didn't understand the endgame of this move. Overall, he didn't understand what Liana had to talk about with Tashi; Liana hates tennis, and from what Art knows, Tashi enjoys talking mostly about tennis. "don't call Patrick lazy, can you give it to me or not?" she didn't answer him. "Will it hurt my interests?" he asked, pulling out his phone. "I would never do that, Art." she sighed, and he sent her the number. There are very few things Art Donaldson wouldn't give to Liana Levy.

Liana waved for a second when she saw Tashi entering the café where they had agreed to meet. She couldn't help but feel tense and wondered how to calm her jittery leg. Why couldn't she just act like a normal person and be more…cool.

"Hey, Liana, what's up? Sorry if I'm late." Tashi was a bit confused. A bit was an understatement. Tashi was very confused. 'Hey, it's Liana, if you have free time, I'd really appreciate it if we could meet' was the message she received yesterday, and that's how she found herself in a café, sitting in front of the girl Art has been trying to fuck without success for God knows how long. Tashi couldn't help but wonder what Art's tennis would look like if he succeeded.

"All good. I'm early." Liana smiled. "Do you want to order something to eat?" she asked, and Tashi waved at the waiter, asking for coffee. Her energy was businesslike. Always in a hurry. Always busy. It didn't matter that she came from the rain. It didn't matter if she was cold or hot. She had no time to waste. "What's up, Liana?" Tashi asked after a few more minutes of awkward silence. "Is this about Art?" she added. "No... Art's not involved." she answered too quickly. Why did she answer so quickly? "So how can I help you?" she asked, taking a sip of the coffee that had just arrived.

"I don't have many friends here." Liana took a deep breath. She knew how it sounded. Desperate and pathetic. But she had no choice. She really didn't know who to talk to. "So... you want me to?" Tashi looked horrified for a moment. Not understanding what situation she had gotten into. "God, no." Liana's eyes widened. "Can you stop with the leg? It's driving me crazy." Tashi said. All the chaotic energy Liana was emitting didn't suit her. It almost threw her off balance.

"I'm pregnant." Liana said quietly right after she took a sip of her tea. She examined Tashi, who looked back at her. "Patrick?" Tashi asked, and Liana looked at her horrified. "Of course it's Patrick's. Whose else?!" she defended herself. "So, congratulations, I guess?" Tashi still didn't understand why she was there. Why her time was being wasted with news about her ex from years ago. If it's not Art's child, if it doesn't become Tashi's problem, why bother filling her brain with this unnecessary information.

"No. I don't want this." Liana said, and Tashi couldn't hide her surprise. "I'm Sorry, what?" she couldn't stop herself. "It was a mistake. I'm on the pill, and I really don't know how it happened. I need to stop this..." Liana mumbled. It wasn't coherent, but Tashi understood every word. "You've been together for years, Liana, I don't understand..." Tashi tried to be more sensitive. "It's just not the right time. We need more stability, and bringing a child into something like this is just not fair." she said, looking at her for a change.

"I would go alone, but I need someone to be listed as an escort," she averted her gaze as she said it. Ashamed of what she was asking from the girl in front of her, a complete stranger in her life, yet the only one she could think of. "Patrick?" Tashi asked quietly. "He doesn't know." Liana's eyes filled with tears. "Please-" she had been thinking about this monologue from the moment she found out, three days ago. "Okay" there was no need. Tashi answered immediately. "Okay, I'll go with you." she smiled the most genuine smile she had to offer.  "Thank you." they both took a sip of their drinks.  The rain outside intensified.

When Liana entered the house, Patrick was in the kitchen, and she quietly leaned on the doorframe, watching him while he wasn't looking. Thinking about what she was going to do tomorrow. Knowing it's for their own good. He wouldn't understand if she told him. He wouldn't understand, and he would want to keep it, and neither of them could raise a child right now. She knows that. She knows he will hate her no matter what she decides tomorrow. If he finds out, he will feel trapped. He will feel like she has ruined his life. Again. Little by little. Each time draining him of the last drop of joy left in him. The last drop of youth.

"Are you just staring now? Not saying hello?" he asked, amused. He had felt her gaze on him for a few minutes. "Hey," she approached him and hugged him from behind. Leaning on his shoulder and closing her eyes. "Hey, Lilo," he was confused. Not understanding the sudden closeness. The last few days had been strange, to say the least. Liana and Patrick hadn't fought even once. She hadn't been feeling well, and he mostly tried not to bother her with his presence. He was afraid of making her feel even worse than she already did, and the more he distanced himself, the closer she got. The more space he gave her, the more she sought touch.

"What are you making?" she asked quietly, not moving an inch, still with her eyes closed. "I'm pretty useless, but I called your mom, and she gave me a recipe for the soup you like," he said quietly. "You called my mom?" she asked in a half-broken voice. "You haven't been well for a few days, Lilo. I wanted to make something that would make you feel good," their gazes met.

Liana started crying, and Patrick panicked. These weren't just tears welling up in her eyes but real crying with her hands on her face. "Hey, hey, Liana. What's going on?" he gently took her hands off her face, revealing how red she had become in those seconds, how sad she was. His hug was comforting. More comforting than anything she had felt recently. "I'm such a bitch. Really," she mumbled. "Lilo, you're the kindest person I know," he chuckled above her head, tracing small shapes on her shoulder while gently rocking her, trying to soothe her in any way he could.

"I really love you. You know that, right?" she pulled away from him for a second and studied him. "Of course, I know," he replied, "I don't understand what's going on, Lil. I need you to talk to me." He was half-lost, not understanding what he did or what she did that led to this situation. "I don't say it enough, but I really love you, Patrick. More than I love most people in the world," she said again, unable to stop the tears. "I know. I really know," he replied, hugging her once more, not letting her slip away from him. "You're okay. Whatever it is, we're okay," he said, and she nodded into him.

Liana also thinks that most of the time, they are okay.

The months that passed were more of the same. Liana worked on Art's house, meeting with him once or twice a week to show him the project's progress. Every time he tried to have a conversation beyond professional matters, Liana cut him off. She owed that to Patrick. She owed it to herself and Patrick to be okay. She couldn't let herself betray him emotionally with someone who, the moment he had a hold on her emotions, her entire system would recalibrate around him again.

The calm dynamic between Liana and Patrick lasted exactly two weeks. Liana was quite sure they didn’t know how to manage without fighting to the point where she wanted to smash a plate against the wall. Sometimes they went to bed without exchanging a single word, and those were the days it was hardest for her to be near him. Those were the days she also canceled meetings with Art because Patrick made her so angry she became indifferent. And indifference leads to mistakes. She knew that. She had seen it up close.

Now, with both Art and Patrick participating in the tournament in Atlanta, Liana found herself ordering coffee and soda at the hotel bar while opening her laptop, hoping to tie up some loose ends before sitting down with Art for a few minutes tomorrow. "Hey, Liana," she heard Tashi’s voice from behind. They hadn’t been in touch since that time, when Tashi went with her. But Liana had a soft spot for the woman in front of her. She used to be so afraid of her once, trembling when exchanging more than a word with her. Today she thought she and Tashi saw each other with flaws and strengths. Sometimes Liana didn’t know what her strengths were, but she always knew Tashi’s.

"Hey," she smiled at her. "Mind if I sit for a bit while I wait for my order for Art and me?" she asked. "Is he sending you to fetch orders now?" Liana raised an eyebrow. It was uncharacteristic. "Actually, no, I saw you from afar and didn’t want his mind to be distracted." Tashi said, and Liana rolled her eyes, wanting to say something. "There’s no way I could distract him right now. Not before I finish working, nothing to talk to him about" she said, and Tashi rolled her eyes and chuckled. Liana wasn’t entirely sure if something was happening between Tashi and Art. It wasn’t her place to ask him, she wasn’t in contact with Tashi, and her parents hadn’t told her anything special as gossip as they usually did about his life. Maybe it was just friendly, and she was purely his coach, but Liana didn’t want to be in the middle of it. She wasn’t going to disrupt Art’s happiness. She was with Patrick. Most of the time, she was happy with Patrick.

"Has he ever shown you his necklace?" Tashi asked. "Excuse me?" Liana was confused. "Art, has he ever shown you his necklace?" she asked again, slower, like speaking to a child. "No, I never asked, and it’s always under his shirt," Liana shrugged as Tashi took her order. "He’s such a pussy," she shook her head from side to side, chuckling. "So dominant on the court and yet, such a coward. Unbelievable. Good to see you, send my regards to Patrick," she smiled and walked toward the exit, not giving Liana a chance to respond.

Art was terrified. He was bored, so he went down to the lobby half an hour before the time he had arranged with Liana. He was so happy he could see her in person and knowing she was also in Atlanta, that he didn’t care the only reason they were meeting was to talk about the house. But now he felt the air leave his lungs. He saw Tashi and Patrick. Holding hands. Like that. In the fucking lobby. And while Tashi didn’t owe anyone anything, Patrick owed Liana. And Art was supposed to be happy because he understood what was happening. It was Patrick. No matter how much time passed, he knew Patrick.

When he returned his gaze to where they had been sitting, after giving someone an autograph, they were gone. His heart was beating faster than usual. He felt like crying. He was supposed to be happy, but all he could think about was Liana’s face and that he was about to be someone who told her something that would make her cry. Again. He swore to himself he'd never make her cry again, but he was about to. And he hated it.

"Donaldson," she smiled at him, causing him to jump in his chair. "How did you get so startled, you were practically looking at me," she rolled her eyes, and he smiled at her. "What’s wrong?" she asked. His smile was fake. Liana hated that she could still tell if his smile was fake. "Nothing, just thoughts about the tournament." he said. "You crushed your competitor today, you’ll be fine." she rolled her eyes. "Mind if I order some wine? It’ll help me sleep." she added. He didn’t know she liked to drink wine. "Of course. I would order some too, but, you know." he replied, somewhat pleased she was allowing herself to relax a bit around him. It took her only a year.

"So, I’ll show you a few things and then let you go." she said, sipping her wine, and he nodded. "Hit me." "Question, while the computer loads." she said, and he looked at her. Liana hated how his green hoodie made the bright blue of his eyes stand out. She had never seen so many shades of blue as when she looked closely at Art Donaldson’s eyes.

"Talk to me." he leaned on his elbow, not taking his eyes off her. A little reveling in the moment. A little afraid to ruin it. A little wanting to ruin it. Because the voice in his head told him he had to tell her. Liana had to know. She deserved to know. Art deserved a chance. He would never do this to her.

"What’s the story with your necklace?" she asked, and he raised an eyebrow, quickly running a hand over the back of his neck. "There’s no story." he answered too quickly. He wanted to punch himself for it. "Arthur. Come on, what’s the deal, you didn’t wear a necklace when we were kids. Is it a gift from someone?" she asked. "Are you keeping track of my jewelry, Liana? Be careful, I might think you care about me more than you let on." he knew it would make her change the subject. He wouldn’t tell, but the blush on her cheeks and the big sip she took from her wine only made the conversation better.

"This is the final plan. They started the interior construction two days ago." she showed him a diagram on the computer, moving a bit closer to him. Close enough for her scent to hit him like a slap in the face. He wanted to dive into that closeness. To reach out. To tell her and immediately promise everything would be okay. That he would be there to pick up the pieces. He knew he could.

"I saw Patrick and Tashi earlier." he said quietly, almost in a whisper. Not taking his eyes off her. "Oh, I didn’t know they were in touch..." Liana said, not moving her eyes from the computer. "Liana," he sighed. He hoped she would understand from the previous sentence. That he wouldn’t have to say it. "What?" she looked at him and chuckled, but her smile quickly faded when she saw his expression, "Just say what you have to say, Donaldson." she said with an uncharacteristic coldness.

She knew Art too well. Every time she tried to deny it, she could precisely recognize a look he gave or a joke that no one around understood. She knew how to tell by his walking pace to a construction site if he had a good practice or if he was tired. She knew who he was at his core. And more than anything, she knew how he looked when he was about to break her heart.

"They were holding hands and then disappeared from my sight," he sighed, breathing heavily. He said it in a whisper, almost not wanting to say what had been weighing on him. "Oh." she drank all that was left of her wine in one gulp and signaled the waiter she wanted another glass, returning her gaze to the computer. "I need to finish a few things, and I believe we can wrap everything up in two months. After that, you’ll need to work with an interior designer-" "Liana." Art interrupted her and placed his hand on hers, giving it a slight squeeze. This made her move her hand to her leg.

Without realizing it, tears welled up in her eyes, and the waiter who brought her wine hurried away from the table as fast as he arrived. "Talk to me, please." he was desperate to know what was going through her mind. "It’s okay, it’s whatever," she shrugged and looked at him indifferently, letting one of her tears fall.

"Liana." he sighed. "How is it okay? He’s cheating on you." Art wanted to raise his voice. He wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at Patrick. He was mad at the circumstances. He was mad at himself. "I know what holding hands and disappearing with Tashi Duncan means for someone like Patrick, Art. Contrary to what you think, I’m not stupid." her words were almost venomous, but he knew she wasn’t lashing out at him. He knew he was the closest person right now. He was ready to take it.

"What do you think is happening here?" she asked, taking another big sip of wine. "That I’ll hear about Tashi and Patrick and go up to your room so you can fuck me until I forget all my problems?" she asked, and he almost choked on his own spit. He didn’t expect her to be so blunt. That sentence showed how long she’d been in a relationship with Patrick. He spoke through her.

"No, Liana." he sighed again. Running his hand over the back of his neck once more but this time leaving it there a little longer. "I’m content in my relationship. Shit happens." she finished the second glass in one go and closed the laptop, ready to leave. "Shit happens? How many times has it already happened, Liana?" he couldn’t believe the level of indifference. He wanted to shake her so hard that her brain would reset and go back to the beginning. To reboot her self-respect that had clearly been trampled on more than once.

"Bye Art, good luck tomorrow." she muttered and turned. This time his grip on her hand was firm above the table. She wouldn’t be able to move him. Not now. "You’re making a scene." she whispered. He couldn’t help but think about the power dynamics between them now that she was standing and he was sitting, but he was holding her. She couldn’t move as long as he was holding her. And if it were up to him, he would hold her forever.

"Look. Here." he did the only thing he could think of and pulled the pendant of the necklace over his shirt. Seeing her breath catch for a moment. "Is that...?" She couldn't find the words and automatically moved her free hand over the metal. "Yes." He whispered. His grip loosened, and he let his fingers intertwine with hers over the table without her pulling away. "Why?" She murmured, not stopping her hand from moving over the pendant, her dorm key. The key he refused to return to her time and again. Hanging around his neck. "You know why." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Why?" She asked again. Not letting go. She had to hold on to something, and he knew that if he wanted to give her a moment of peace, even if not for himself—because for himself, he would have chosen another way to tell her, to show her—that all these years, she had been his good luck charm, even from afar. Right now, she was the only one who mattered. Only succeeding in changing the way she looked at herself and what she thought she deserved. "Because I’m yours. I’ve always been only yours."

Oh my god!!! I hope it wasn't too long. I feel like so much has happened in this part, but we are finally in Atlanta. What are you thinking guys? We've got a bit more Tashi on this one. I love hearing from you, so talk to me. Thanks for still reading and commenting. It means the actual world. 

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[wayfayrr]

By your side from day one <3

finally set aside some time to finish off wilds turn for being self aware, the smartest one who found a way to get out without breaking your tv and getting the glass shards of screen everywhere. I'll be back on requests and such soon though!! <3

[masterlist]

“Come on [name], you can’t be serious about missing out on plans just to talk to someone you don’t even know is real.”

“You say like I would want to go clubbing tonight either way, besides he’s said he’s just been working up the courage to video call.”

“And you trust that?”

They’ve got enough of a conscious to look a bit ashamed when I look at them, I know they’re worried for me but of all the things to be so worked up about this seems harmless. 

“What if I told you that he was messaging me and telling me to stop talking to you.”

“Can you show me the proof.”

“Well… no. he deleted them immediately afterwards.”

Are they just jealous? This is so unlike them that it’s offputting. I know they can get a little worked up when I get close to other people but accusing my online friend - accusing wild - of threatening them? It’s petty and childish. Are they afraid I’ll replace them or something? 

“Okay, alright. This isn’t going to make me cut him off you know?”

“[name]...”

“Reach out when you don’t feel like senselessly trying to cut me off from others. I’ll see you around.”

Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later, but if they don’t? It’s their own fault they thought they would need to sabotage my other relationships to get closer to me. They even have the audacity to call out after me as I’m leaving, still trying to warn me about him, like they can’t accept I would dare get close to anyone else. Not like it doesn’t feel awful potentially losing a friend like this, but what can I really do?

The trip home seems to pass in a blur, until I’m already collapsed onto my couch with a familiar notif going off on my phone. Opening it proves it is exactly what I expected it to be, a message from him, asking me how my day has gone showing me more care than nearly every other person in my life ever has. Not expecting me to drop everything on a dime for him, even if recently he’s been getting more possessive in his messages like he wants to be serious when I’ve never seen his face. 

- I’ve been decent, met up with a friend. Not much really, you? - 

- Had to do chores for someone I don’t like >:( wanna get away from everything tbh - 

- why not just up and leave? - 

- I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been planning something - 

Seems like the possessive streak has worn off now then, so I don’t have to worry about mentioning friends again. There isn’t even a reason he should be possessive of me though, unless he’s got a secret crush or something. Which I hope he doesn’t, he’s been speaking to me for barely a couple of weeks. 

- You free to call tonight? It’s been a while. - 

- I’m good rn if you are. I’ll just grab my headphones - one sec - 

- :DD perf perf - 

Honestly a call will be nice, I can just zone out for a bit, play some games and chat. It’s the perfect way to destress after everything that happened earlier, I still can’t believe they threw away our friendship over something so small. Maybe I should just block their number and drop them even if they do try and apologise, I don’t really need people like that in my life. 

“So then love, any plans for tonight?”

“I thought you said you were gonna drop calling me that?”

“It’s silly and you didn’t answer my question anyway.”

“Nah not really. I’m just loading up breath of the wild, been a bit since I’ve -”

“Oh shit.”

Has wild been link this whole time, wait - how did he get access to the internet, HOW IS HE SENTIENT?  

He’s just sitting in his hateno house, holding the sheikah slate like a phone and silently, through the switch anyway, talking. The look of horror on his face is gut-wrenching though.

“You - you…”

“Oh - uh - I mean. Come on love it’s not that bad is it? I - I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.”

“I don’t think I want to deal with this right now… I’m sorry I just.”

The look of horror and shame shifted terrifyingly fast when he noticed me moving to turn off the switch, replacing itself with fear and anger before he steeled himself, and presses his hand against the slate’s screen?

…

He - he’s reached through my phone to grab onto my wrist. 

“No, don’t turn me off, I can’t go back to being just a voice. Please”

“How… how are you DOING THIS?”

“That… Isn’t what matters right now.”

His grip feels so nervous, he looks it too - which makes sense, I would probably be petrified if I lost my body just because I was trapped in a game. I can’t turn him off that would be cruel… he deserves better than that. 

It instantly lightened as I moved to sit back down, a sigh of relief echoing through both my tv speakers and my phone, as he let go the second I sat with his hand retreating through my unbroken phone. 

“Okay, you promise you won’t try to turn me off?”

“I won’t if you’ll explain.”

“That - that’s fair, I can do that for you love and - if I told you that I think I’ve figured out a way to get out? Would you let me live with you?”

“So that’s why you were so forward abou- yes you can. When you’ve explained everything. And made it certain you’re not planning to kill me because you’re scared of me sending you back.”

The reverb’s stopped now, which makes talking a lot more pleasant and less like he’s trying to intimidate me now, not that I blame him for it if I was about to condemn him back to that hellscape. I just, I really hope he isn’t trying to get out just to kill me, I don’t think I would ever be able to get over my childhood crush wanting to kill me even if he has every right to want that.

“What- No no I don’t - why - why would you think I would ever want to even hurt you let alone KILL. I - love I. I love you. That’s why I’m doing all of this - I - I.”

He’s crying. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t do anything like that - it’s within his right to - but he’s link, he’s the hero, the protagonist who was stuck to my side through it all. I know I shouldn’t have said that it wasn’t meant to be cruel but it was careless enough to hurt him. 

“I’m sorry, I came on to strong, you - you have every right to be scared of me. I promise though love I - I will never hurt you ever.”

“I know… I just panicked. You can explain now I won’t overreact again I swear. Or if you’d prefer -”

“If I would prefer..?”

“Why not get out first, then explain?”

Lighting up a firework in my face would have been less blinding than his smile in that moment, it’s such a sweet smile - a genuine one too. Meaning that I said the right thing, that I’m doing the right thing by giving him this chance. 

Hopefully, I won’t regret it.

“Really? You’ll let me do that?”

“I think it’s a good idea, it’ll be easier to talk to you as well. Just - how are you going to go this?”

“Um, oh, well uh, I think I could possibly make your switch into a mock version of a warp medallion? Then link my slate to it and just well”

“That makes sense, you can go ahead then, shouldn’t take long right?”

“No, no it won’t.”

A couple of seconds was all the wait it needed for him to stumble out of the blue lights and right onto me, clearly disorientated by the shift into reality. Probably not as bad as any of the 2d links would have struggled to be fair to him. It was an even shorter wait for him to jump onto me and cling even tighter than a koala could ever hope to, nuzzling up against my neck like it’s the only - because - it’s the only real touch he’s ever felt. 

“So you want to explain then?”

“Could we wait? That took much more effort than I thought. I just want to rest a bit if that’s alright.”

“As soon as you’re rested enough to. You going to sleep for a bit then?”

“No I still want to talk, just about something less taxing?”

Seems like he’s more dodging the topic than anything, which is fine I can get him to talk about it later, there really isn’t a rush for anything. It’s fine. Besides he’s like an excited kid that’s staying up way past his bedtime right now, where’s the harm in staying like this for a bit?

“Mind if I ask why you’re so determined to call me ‘love’ then?” 

“Because you’re everything to me, my light, my love, my life - you’ve been with me through everything. From when I woke to killing ganon and you didn’t abandon me there. You’ve shown me your favourite cities, stuck with me when you had the choice to choose others because you said I am you favourite, so really? How could I not love you?”

“You were aware even in Mariokart?” 

His giggle is sweet, he’s so charming right now, especially with how unaware of it he is. It’s so earnest and unfiltered, just so raw, I could go the rest of my life with that being the only thing I ever hear again. Compared to how he acted in cutscenes as well? He’s happy. Tired but happy.

“Oh before I forget, You should be expecting a delivery actually!”

“What.”

“I’ve been wanting to get out of the game for a while so I ordered some things to try make myself more appealing to you.”

“Like what? Link you didn't need to do anything like that.”

He just shrugged, seems like I won’t be getting an answer to that till whatever arrives whenever it does. Seems he really wasn’t lying about being tired though, he’s already starting to fall asleep laying against me like this. Thankfully he’s light enough to move to a more comfortable position, although theres nothing I can do about how tightly he’s holding me and truthfully? There’s nothing I want to do about it.

“Y’know I think I could get used to this.”

“Yo’ will I pr’mise, I’ll make you addicted to m’.”

“Well that isn’t ominous at all… and you’re already asleep.” 

[guitarstringed-scars]

on stage- s. hinata

take one

masterlist

with that, you pack your phone into your backpack, and lock the door behind you. akaashi stands in the hallway waiting for you.

"you ready for this?" he asks.

"yup! i have all the scripts in my bag, this first read through will be hopefully perfect!"

the two of you start your trek to the theater building, only stopping for coffee. once you arrive in the room, it takes a few minutes for you and keiji to arrange all of the tables and chairs into perfect formation.

"everyone should start showing up pretty soon." you quip. keiji nods, and the two of you take your seats. shortly after, cast members start to file in. the final two to arrive are shoyo and toru, and they take their assigned seats after shooting you a wave.

"alright! i think thats everybody!" you stand up, addressing the room, "so, today we're just going to read through the entire script, its sitting in front of you, and we can take a break halfway through. i'll read the stage directions, so just be watching for your lines as we read through it. also i brought highlighters if anyone needs one!" you sit back down in your seat, flipping to the first page of your script.

"so.... act one, scene one. the stage is seperated into two rooms. on the left, a living room, and on the right, a kitchen." you start. toru reads out his opening monologue after you, and the read through is off.

finally, once you get to act two, it's break time. you sit, reading through the notes you've taken when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"i brought you some crackers," its shoyo. he sets down the package next to you. "i didn't know which kind you liked, so i just kind of took a guess."

you feel yourself blush a little bit. "oh! thank you shoyo! these are my favorite." you lie through your teeth. its the thought that counts you think.

"really?!" he smiles, "lucky guess i suppose!"

"super lucky. are you enjoying the script so far?"

"yeah! akaashi did a really great job writing it, im super impressed!"

you laugh a little at his excitement, "keiji's a great writer, i've always wanted to direct one of his plays. i'm just super excited that its this one."

after the mention of his name, keiji approaches the conversation. "should we get started again?" he asks.

"uhm..." you look down at your watch, "yeah sure. i want to get this done early. also....... i was thinking we should do cast and crew bonding tonight..... it is friday..." you grin up at keiji with your best smile, hoping he would agree.

with a quiet groan he does, "fine."

shoyo then reminds you he's there too, "whats cast and crew bonding?" he asks, tilting his head.

"oh shoyo. you are going to find out tonight."

then, you stand up and start the read through again, desperate to get through with it in anticipation for cast/crew bonding.

at this point in the read through, hitoka has arrived, and is pulling out actors to get their measurements. before she can grab the next person, you beckon her over.

"cast and crew bonding tonight." you whisper in her ear.

"great idea. i'll invite the other costume people."

"and bokuto i want him there too!" you say before turning your attention back to the read through.

by the time act 2 finishes, you stand up for a final announcement.

"alright great read through today everyone!!!! we are going to have cast and crew bonding tonight, so we will probably meet around 8, i'll message where at. get excited and hopefully see you there!" you finish up your speech, eagerly packing up your bag.

taglist: @yuminako @mylahrins @/intergalacticrory @zzzlevislothzzz @hibernatinghamster @shoyosluver

[ranharrafantasy]

See Ya' Around - [Wolf TF Story] [Fur Pills Part 1]

"Hey, man! Thanks again for spotting me on the bench! I haven't seen you around before, is this your first time? Oh, it is? That's great, well, welcome! I come to the gym almost daily so if you keep coming, I'm sure we'll run into each other again. I'm taking off now but before I go, I didn't catch your name… Cool! I'm Brayden! Well, see ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! Cool to run into you again! It's been awhile. Oh!? My ears? Haha, yeah… I started taking Fur Pills. Have you heard of them? They're these pills that can turn you into an anthropomorphic version of basically any animal you want! The entire transformation process takes a year to complete, though. Yeah, yeah, I know it's different, but something about it, when I saw the ad my gut told me I needed to do it. I've been taking them for about 2 months now. I like waking up and seeing how much I've changed. I just finished my set here, maybe we can spot each other next time? It was great bumping into you again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Dude! We keep running into each other as I'm on my way out! That's too bad, I'd love to do a set with you sometime. I show up around 6 everyday if you're here. Yep! Transformations still going strong. I'm growing fur like a mofo and I think something in the pills makes by beard grow like crazy, too! I practically have to shave everyday! Oh, did you have something to say? Oh, of course, you can ask me anything. No worries, I'm an open book, ask away!

"Haha, no, I'm not afraid of what other's think. I'm still me, they're still them; we just look different. Being furry isn't just about sexuality, it's about being your true self and expressing your person the way you want to. In the same way that celebrities get plastic surgery or bald dudes get hair plugs, we are all just trying to exist in a body that make us happy. If others can't see that, then they need to take a look in the mirror.

"I'm glad you asked. I hope that helps. Yeah, I have gotten a few snide comments from a few people. It doesn't bother me. I'll never see them again, and after everything is said and done, it's them who's going home with resentment in their life, not me.

"It was cool catching up with you, I got to run! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"I'm glad we ran into each other on the way in! It was great to workout with you! My workouts sometimes can be a little intense so I'm impressed you were able to keep up. Oh, my fur? Yeah, it's coming in still. Hopefully soon I'll be seeing more drastic results that show I'm a wolf. People keep asking if I'm a husky. What was that? Um, no, not really, I doesn't get too hot to bare with all this fur. I can be a little sweaty after a workout, but I just shower afterwards and it's no big deal. Do you want to feel? Soft huh?! Well, speaking of which, I'm going to hit the showers. Thanks again! See ya' around!"

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2 Months Later

"Hey! It's me, Brayden! I was waving at ya for like 2 minutes, don't you recognize me?! Haha, no worries! My face started to turn shortly after I saw you last! What do you think, not bad, huh? I think I officially look more wolf than human, now! I've been loving it! My tail has been coming in and I'm not going to lie, it wagged when I saw you! Haha!

"The name of the pills? Oh, they're called Fur Pills! They have pills for basically any animal! Bears, tigers, lions, meerkats, horses, you name it! No, it doesn't hurt, on the contrary, it feels good! I'm open to answer any questions you have! Nothing else? No, worries! Great to see you! See ya' round!"

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4 Months Later

"Oh hey! It's you! Bold of you to come up and tap me on the shoulder, what if I were somebody else? Haha, you're right, there aren't many other wolves at this gym. Yup! I'm fully wolf now! My 1 year of transformation ended two weeks ago and I couldn't be happier! Being a wolf is incredible! I love my fur, my ears, my tail! Every part about it has allowed me to truly be me.

"Thanks for supporting me through this. I know we don't know each other well, but still, running into you the past year has meant a lot for me through this process… Uh… Um… There's actually something I've actually been meaning to ask you… Would you maybe like to grab dinner together sometime? I know you still hardly know me and I don't know if you're even into guys… or wolves for that matter, but I just wanted to shoot my shot and-, oh?! You will!? Awesome! Great! Hey, I'll give you my phone number and…

"Well, well, well. Do I, by chance, spot some fur growing from under your shirt? C'mon, don't be shy! Show me! Congrats dude! I'm so happy for you! And if your curious, now that you're becoming furry, you're definitely even more my type, haha! How does Friday sound? Good? Sweet! See you there!"

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Thanks for reading! <3 More transformation content at link in bio.

[ceo-of-sloppy-women]

No grave can hold my body down; I'll crawl home to her

chapter 3

Chapter 4: Sevika's Place

You’re hurt, to say the least, but you do your best not to show it. Sevika’s boundaries are hers, regardless of whether they sting or not. You can’t possibly expect a stranger to be comfortable sharing her house with you, even if she did vouch for you. Even if you thought she had been flirting with you for the last forty-eight hours. Folding your hands in front of yourself, you hold your chin high, refusing to look hurt. The last thing you want is to make her feel uncomfortable for having boundaries.

Silco, on the other hand, does not seem to have the same qualms: “Do you want your poor friend here to sleep in a tent? Or in a booth at the Last Drop? You know our housing situation, Sevika.”

Before Sevika can continue, you speak up, focusing your gaze on Vander and Silco, purposely not looking at Sevika in case you look more hurt than you wish to show her:  “I can sleep in the Last Drop. I don’t want to put anyone out – or be too much of a burden. I’ve been sleeping in the cold for the last few years just fine. Even just having a roof over my head would be wonderful.”

“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…” Sevika groans like a pained animal, dragging her hand over her face. “You can stay with me. I’ll be fine.”

You turn around and smile up at her, placing a gentle hand on her bicep. “It’s okay, Sevika. You’ve already been incredibly nice to me, far nicer than you needed to be. I don’t want to invade your privacy – I can stay in the Last Drop. It’s probably far better condition than some of the places I have stayed in the past.”

“Fuck no! I ain’t letting you stay in that place – it’s where we quarantine new people so we can keep an eye on them! You’ll get yourself bit, and then it will be my fault because I got you into that mess in the first place. You can stay with me; I’ll be fine.”

“Sevika, it’s okay. You’re –“

She grabs your face, holding your jaw between her thumb and forefinger. Your eyes go wide as you stare up at her hard gaze. At this angle, she towers over you, bent forward slightly, blocking out the dying sun. If you weren’t desperately trying to do damage control, you would practically salivate at how much she resembles the divine figure that rescued you from the horde of infected.   “Can it, princess; decisions final. Stop being so damn altruistic. I’m a big girl – I can make decisions for myself.”

You really want her to stop sending you mixed signals, but honestly, being vocal right now might kill you. Or the next words out of your mouth could be a plea for her to spit into it. Frantically, you nod your head, desperately trying not to blush. Satisfied, she lets you go and looks over your shoulder at the two men. You don’t see the way Vander shakes his head with a bemused smile or the tender way Silco hums as he leans into Vander’s resting on his lower back.

“You better get a house ready soon. She deserves better than my mess,” Sevika grunts before stalking off, seemingly finished with the conversation.

Still stunned, you look from the two men to Sevika, trying to figure out if she expects you to follow her or wait for them to explain more to you. Your mouth opens and closes, wanting to say more to the two men – to thank them for their hospitality or something! But you can’t find the words. Vander snorts, ushering you after her.

“You better hurry up, I don’t think she’s going to wait. We can discuss your role here tomorrow when there’s more daylight. For now, welcome to Zaun.”

Nodding rapidly for a moment, you manage to remember to thank them both before rushing after Sevika. The crowd is thickening, and she’s nearly disappeared in the foreign sea. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry, and you can dodge between strangers until you reach her side. She cocks her head to you, checking who’s walking beside her and giving a (hopefully) satisfied nod. A moment later, she picks up the pace as if she’d been waiting for you to join her.

You fiddle with your hands in silence as the two of you walk through the settlement. Desperate for something to break the thickening ice, you pipe up and ask: “You smoke -? Weed, I mean. I already know you smoke cigarettes from earlier… Do you smoke weed?”

“I smoke in general,” Sevika grunts without so much as a glance in your direction.

“Okay, stop for a moment then… please?” you ask.

 She obliges quickly, letting you rummage through your backpack until you pull out a pack of dubbies. A lot of trading posts had a various assortment after a few years. Many of them cultivated their own strains to attract repeat customers so they could continue to receive necessary supplies without risking their populations.

“Bought these a while back, but they should still be good.”

Popping one into your mouth, you search your pockets for your lighter, trying to remember where you’d left it. You hope you didn’t drop that fucker on the trail over here! A click makes your head whip up to see Sevika holding out a custom metal lighter with a flickering flame. It’s a nice lighter – you wonder how often she smokes… Not wanting to lose yourself in that train of thought as she waits patiently, you lean forwards and light your dubbie, staring up at her with big puppy-dog eyes. She blushes slightly, eyes darkening as she stares down at you. It takes a moment to light, but when you finally get it, suck in a small puff and blow it out into her face. She inhales as the smoke rolls over her, watching you intensely.

“So polite,” you hum with a smile, letting the first pull rumble into your cold and aching body. That horse ride has really left you sore.

Sevika says nothing, swallowing thickly as she takes the dubbie from between your lips and pulls a long drag from it. She blows the smoke out of her nose with a practiced perfection – not even a cough – and hands it back to you. Then she starts walking again, still clammed up. You take another drag and offer the dubbie back to her, she takes it again, and you allow silence to come between the two of you as you walk the streets you now call home. Occasionally, your fingers brush, and she startles slightly, almost flinching away from your touch as she takes the dubbie. Smoke pools in your lungs as her indirect kiss wets your lips. You steal glances at her lips as she curls them around the white paper, sighing heavily on the exhale. Her head turns slightly to you as she passes it back, catching you, and she cocks an eyebrow but says nothing, letting you take the dubbie under the excuse you had only been waiting for it back.

Pleasantly warm and buzzing, you turn down a quiet street in an isolated part of town. Most of the houses here are dilapidated, having fallen into disrepair during the apocalypse. All except for a handful, which have tidy yards and lights on in the windows. Down the street, you see a scrawny young man walking alongside Jayce. You hadn’t spoken much to him during the trip back, but it is nice to see a friendly face. Not wanting to disturb their conversation, you silently watch the two of them duck behind a yellow door of a greying house and watch the light flick on. A smile creases your lips (and the thought of power thrills you).

Next to you, Sevika turns and opens the gate to her house. It’s a two-storied building with a window in the roof, suggesting a loft. You’re not sure if it was once white, but the siding is yellow now, with what appears to be a very colourful amount of graffiti drawn onto the side walls. Some of it looks painted over with white paint – the house was probably white originally, then. The porch looks well-maintained, with a metal bench and some custom pillows that appear to be made from old t-shirts sewn together. The door is painted a bright pink colour with a blue smiley face spray-painted in the centre.

Sevika sighs heavily as she turns the key in the lock: “I keep telling her to stop wasting spray paint.”

“Who?” you ask, following her inside.

“Jinx,” Sevika grunts, dropping all of the bags on a thread-bare couch near the door.

Nodding to show her you heard her, you take a moment to look around the house. There’s a staircase immediately at the door, leading up into a narrow hallway with a few shut doors. You can see a staircase at the far end, curving to the side. Currently, you’re standing in the living room. It has a few lamps that exude a low, soft light, and two couches plus a comfy-looking chair – all of which look to have handmade blankets on them to disguise their age. Some are crochet; some are knit – you smile softly, rubbing your fingers against them. Blankets like these take ages to make, meaning they were either super expensive or someone in the settlement really likes Sevika. The same Sevika who is currently ignoring you in favour of trudging off to the kitchen tucked in the back of the house.

Following after her, watch as she opens a cupboard of glasses above her, crop-top riding up and exposing part of a large back tattoo as she reaches for two glasses. You lean against the doorframe to act nonchalant as she grabs a bottle of mead from the liquor cabinet next to you, rolling her shoulders absent-mindedly. She pours two glasses as you take in her and the kitchen. A door to your right leads outside, with a shovel and coat hook next to it. Through the surprisingly clean window, you can see a small community garden beyond Sevika’s yard with a pump and a well and flourishing tomato crops. Inside, there are dishes in the sink, empty cans on the counter in a plastic bin, and two boxes of empty glass bottles on the floor.

A glass is thrust into your hands as she catches you staring at the bottles.

“Jayce has a forge. We melt the bottles down to make new ones… or wash ‘em and reuse them. Recycling,” she grunts stiffly, brushing past you to get back to the living room.

She flops onto one of the couches and sighs heavily, sinking into the fabric. The crop top rides up again, and she doesn’t even bother to fix it as it exposes the edge of her sports bra. Combined with her low-slung pants, you nearly fry your brain staring at the fluffy happy trail leading below her belt. Sevika is staring out the window, swirling her drink in her glass.

You stand awkwardly in the doorway, unsure if she wants the company or not… but without anywhere else to go. The comment definitely does not explain why she has so many bottles – yet she’s clearly uncomfortable with you acknowledging them. It’s definitely best to drop the topic for now, lest you anger your already grumpy host. However, you’re not sure if she’s so grumpy you should get out of her hair or join her on the couch.

“You can take any room upstairs – just don’t go into the loft,” she waves dismissively, taking a sip of her drink. “Jinx used to crash here as a teenager when she fought with her dads. Still got the pull-out bed-couch thingy up there. Just, you know, don’t choose the bathroom. That’s communal. Oh, and before you ask, yes, the toilet works. You can thank Caitlyn for that one – she brought a bunch of her family’s notes from when they designed Piltover’s sewage system or something. Got a nearby hydroelectric whatsit working to power all that.”

“Thanks, that’s actually… very informative. Like, a lot.” It answered a significant portion of your questions. You think back to the ride here and the black-haired woman Vi kept giggling with at the front of the group. You had no idea she had been so helpful… was everyone here “helpful” in some way? Like a piece of a larger puzzle Silco and Vander were putting together? It would explain why Silco was so quick to include you…

“Heat should start up soon, too. I suggest waiting until then to have a bath; can get pretty nipply without it. Unpleasant to bathe in, and all,” Sevika comments, stretching out the “pretty” as if she was working her mouth around it.

“Maybe I’ll just… sit down then?” you tentatively move to take a seat on the other couch. You make a show of letting your jacket fall down your shoulders, exposing the curve of your figure that had been pressed up against her back for nearly forty-eight hours. Sevika watches you walk in front of her, taking another sip of her drink and making no move to stop you. “Plenty of time to take a bath when the heat’s back on,” you continue, dropping onto the couch and pulling your feet up under you, leaning against the back cushions.

Sevika nods her head, reaching the end of her glass and cursing. She grabs the bottle off the coffee table and refills it again. You take that moment to finally taste what she’d given you – to your surprise, it’s sweeter than expected. A pleased hum escapes you, and her head shoots up, eyebrow cocked, watching as you take another sip. Her gaze is almost predatory, making you squirm in your seat as the weed starts to kick in. Your whole body tingles under her gaze as if she’s lit you on fire. The intensity is terrifying – you’re not sure if she wants to kill you or fuck you or she’s just high. It’s probably the latter, but you’re not sure you’d make an attempt to stop her if she did try to kill you. She could step on you, and you’d probably thank her for it.

In a desperate attempt to ease the tension, you say: “It’s really good. Better than any bottle I’ve bought at a trading post in a long while.”

Sevika smiles into her glass like she’s… proud.

“Wait – did you make this?” you ask, trying not to look shocked in case you are jumping to conclusions.

“Tend to the bees myself. Jinx likes to help out sometimes. More of a hindrance than anything… Vander helped me make the first batch of mead and honey. After that, I got a couple of assistants to smooth out the process. Some of the firelights really like bees –“ Sevika shrugs a little – “It’s not the only alcohol made in town, but I needed something to drink without having to pay an obnoxious bar tab.”

“Oh,” you whisper, staring at the boxes of bottles in the kitchen as she pours a third drink. “Everyone deals with the apocalypse in their own way.”

You’re no damned saviour complex – you’re not about to test her patience by preaching about the dangers of alcoholism. She’s a grown woman; she can make her own decisions. But you do sprawl yourself out on the couch, unbuttoning your plaid shirt to expose the tight t-shirt underneath as the heat starts to warm its decaying frame. It has been far too long since you were inside a building with actual heating. The slow, deliberate nature of the action draws her attention back to you – that same starving stare as before. She sets the bottle down with only half of her drink poured. If you had to, you’d put money on her having a personal limit – at least in polite company.

“Thank you for letting me stay here. It – all of this means a lot. You’re doing so much for me, and here I am, drinking your alcohol, waiting for your house to heat up so I can take a bath in your tub. Especially after how uncomfortable you got when they said I was going to stay with you for a little while… I promise I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I’m able. You’re the first friend I’ve made out here in nowhere, and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

Sevika stares at you for a long moment, taking a sip of her drink and swirling the amber liquid around in her glass. Another heavy sigh escapes her, and you can see just how heavy the bags under her eyes are as she tilts her head toward you. “You can stay as long as you need. Told you: I’m old enough to make my own decisions. If I really didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. The Last Drop, it’s – it’s not bad, it’s actually a half-decent bar named after the one Silco and Vander used to run, most of the time. But if I brought you all the way here just to get you killed –“ she looks you dead in the eyes – “It would be a damn waste. Use all the hot water you’d like, try to match me in a drinking game – Hell, cook up all the damn food I’ve got lying around and then use my money to buy more! It ain’t like it’s getting used often enough for you to even make much of a dent.”

“Oh, thank you.” You smile sheepishly, dropping your head so she doesn’t see you blush. “I promise I won’t go that far. Just enough to get by.”

“I’m asking you to,” Sevika states abruptly. You glance up at her, thrown off by the impulsive statement, finding her wide-eyed and nervous. As if she wants to shove the words back into her own mouth but can’t. “Look, use what you’d like when you’d like to. With that book and your journals, you’re doing us a huge favour. Survival is worth actually buying groceries instead of eating the scraps I find in the back of my pantry.”

Gulping down the last of your drink, you levy your gaze on her and ask:  “If you’re so comfortable with me doing all of this, why did you really not want me here?” Laying out all the cards on the table. You’re not stewing in miscommunication all night because you were too much of a coward to buck up and ask.

Sevika drops her head this time, avoiding eye contact as she mumbles: “I just didn’t want you to see how I lived. Thought you’d… think less of me.”

Rising from your seat, you stalk over and settle on the couch next to her. Not close enough to touch – just enough to cut through the distance. She watches your approach with wide eyes, vulnerability pulsating beneath her skin. Her long-forgotten glass is set on the coffee table as she holds her breath. You want to reach out and wrap her in a tight hug, yet the fear of shattering the fragile moment by violating some unspoken boundary keeps you at bay.

Instead, you say: “Sevika, we live in the apocalypse. There are bigger things to worry about than how you spend your most private moments. You are surviving in your own way, as best as you can. I can’t hold that against you – no one can.”

There are tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she stares back at you. Gingerly, you reach your hand out and stroke your thumb against her hand where it’s laid across the back of the couch. In an instant, she lurches forward, pulling you against her, hand fisted in the back of your shirt. She buries her face in your neck, holding you against her as if you’re about to float away. It’s an unexpected rush of emotion you hadn’t expected from the grumpy, brooding woman who’s only exuded confidence in your presence up until now. It shocks you for a moment, stiffening in her grip until you catch yourself. Knowing this isn’t the time to get startled over affection; you relax into her grip, legs half-straddling her lap as you run your fingers through her hair gently to soothe her. She shakes in your arms, gasping, quivering breaths stolen from the air as she cries silently. You hold her for as long as she needs until she finally begins to calm down and release her grip. Waiting for her to finish crying completely, you linger in her grasp until she’s just sniffling against your shoulder. Fishing out a handkerchief from your pocket, you offer it to her as you settle next to her to give her some space, legs now touching.

“You really need that bath, you reek,” Sevika grunts as she blows her nose.

You stare at her for a beat, taken fully off-guard by her comment, before peeling into laughter at the absurdity of her comment. She starts laughing with you, wheezing as she clutches her side, bringing tears to her eyes again.

“Sorry, that was – that was rude of me,” Sevika apologizes when the two of you calm down. “You should have seen the look on your face though!”

“Don’t apologize, you’re probably right –“ you take a whiff of your armpit and recoil with a gag – “Okay, that’s repulsive. Ew! How did you not gag?! You know what, don’t answer that! I’m going upstairs to find your bath and finally wash the apocalypse off of myself.”

“Definitely a good idea. I’ll get that bed set up for you; I’m sure I have some extra blankets and sheets kicking around somewhere.” Sevika stands from the couch and groans as her body protests.

“Thank you, you’re too kind,” you giggle, and she huffs, lightly pushing your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get insufferable on me now. Just go have your bath.”

You bob your head as you rummage through your bag for your belongings: soap, clean-enough clothes, and shampoo. “Shit, I don’t have a towel. Can I put you out and borrow one?” you call upstairs.

“Yeah, I’ll put one in the bathroom for you!” Sevika graciously promises as she rummages through the linen cupboard upstairs.

“Thank you,” you hum as you pass her by in the hallway.

“Mhm,” she murmurs, passing you the towel instead as you walk by her. “Hot and cold are backward, by the way. Pull it forward for hot, push it back for cold.”  

“Got it,” you say, stepping into the bathroom and pausing for a moment. You turn around, catching her just as she’s about to duck into another room. “Hey, Sevika?”

“Yeah…?” she answers, cocking her head, eyes still puffy.

“I appreciate your honesty. It’s nice to finally be able to be vulnerable with someone after everything that has happened. I don’t really care if you drink or smoke or eat scraps from your pantry instead of buying groceries. Just don’t be surprised if I take you out to buy some tomorrow, okay? You’ve been incredibly kind to me the last few days; I want to show you how much it has meant to me.”

She doesn’t answer at first, walking over to you and pulling you into another hug. “You don’t gotta go through all that effort. You could make me burnt toast, and I’d still never repay you for it.”

You shake your head, holding her bicep so she can’t walk off as she lets you go: “This isn’t about repaying you. I just think you deserve nice things, like the nice things you’ve done for me.”

“Oh,” she mumbles, mouth working for a moment to find the words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say ‘thank you.’ That’s all you need to say,” you say, smiling up at her softly.

“Thank you,” she parrots, reaching her hand up toward your face. Your breath catches in your chest as she stares at your lips. For a brief moment, you think she’s about to lean down and kiss you. Then, abruptly, she pulls away and rubs the back of her neck. “I’m… going to go get that bed made for you! Go bathe; the smell’s getting unbearable.”

“Uh, yeah –“ you huff out a soft chuckle – “See you in a bit.”

She nods her head as you step into the bathroom and shut the door. Your heart hammers in your chest as you lean against the wood, trying to gather yourself. After a moment, you hear her footsteps echo down the hall, and the adrenaline finally starts to subside. All you can do is ghost your finger over your lips and wish she had kissed you.

[watercolor-hearts]

Masterpost for my cardiophilia-related stories, universes and art in the Formula 1 fandom

[Cardiophilia = heartbeat kink, in both sexual and non-sexual form here]

Logan/George/Alex universe

Short description: In this universe Logan finds comfort in George's heartbeat during the difficult times in F1 (and later in his own heartbeat, too), and slowly develops a really close friendship with both George and Alex which then turns into love.

(Polyamory, non-sexual cardiophilia.)

10K words long introduction post with the roleplay that’s the base of this universe: here.

Second roleplay post that’s basically just a short addition to the universe: here.

George spots his visible heartbeat after training and sends his boyfriends a video of it: here.

Logan and Alex comfort George after his 2024 Belgian GP disqualification: here.

Logan comforts George after a bad quali: here.

Logan can’t sleep so George helps him falling asleep by letting him listen to his heartbeat: here.

All the posts tagged with the universe tag Logan/George/Alex: here.

Fanart that could be connected to the universe: here.

[Stethoscope drawing by @fredwardart]

Cardiophile Lando universe

Short description: Lando's always been fascinated by his own heart, the way it works tiredlessly to keep him alive and help him achieve better and better results on the track. He finds comfort in it after races but it's also the thing that can turn him on the quickest, especially if people talk about it, feel it or listen to it. In this universe you can read about how he's learnt to accept it with the help of his trainer, Jon, and how his supportive boyfriend, Carlos, engages in his kink to make him happy and show him that there's nothing wrong with him.

(Sexual cardiophilia.)

Lando’s cardiophile origin/introduction to the universe: here.

A Lando and Jon moment in this universe: here.

A soft moment inspired by a fanart: here.

Franco discovers the key to Lando's heart by @fredwardart: here.

All the posts tagged with the cardiophile lando universe tag: here.

Little Max universe

Short description: A universe where little Max's main interest is the human heart and everything in connection with it.

(Non-sexual age regression, non-sexual cardiophilia.)

Introduction to the universe: here.

A snippet from a story in the universe I'll hopefully finish soon: here.

Maxy has a fever and his heart beats faster than usual: here.

Stories that are available on Ao3

George Russell/Max Verstappen

Fingertips

All posts tagged with the fingertips universe tag: here.

Lando Norris/George Russell

Flutter

Tumblr post addition to the story: here.

Carlos Sainz Jr./Lando Norris

Doctor Lando (It's in the little Max universe.)

Carlos Sainz Jr./Charles Leclerc

Good Effects (sexual cardiophilia)

I abandoned the universe but in this post I talk about what I planned to write if I continued it, and there's also a fanart for the story in it.

All the posts tagged with the mi corazón series tag: here.

George Russell/Alex Albon

Racing Hearts

Not really heart-focused but George finds comfort in Alex's heartbeat in these stories:

Maybe I deserve all of this

Battle scar

Pierre Gasly/Esteban Ocon

This One Time

Sebastian Vettel/Kimi Räikkönen

Home (Part of the Depressed Seb AU)

You’re mine (vampire Seb, sexual cardiophilia)

When the sun meets ice

Nyck de Vries/Stoffel Vandoorne

Happy to see you

Story/universe ideas without proper universes built or stories written for them:

Nico Rosberg/Lewis Hamilton

How heartbeats can bring Lewis and Nico back to each other: here.

Nico Hülkenberg/Kevin Magnussen

Why could Nico be a cardiophile: here.

Fanarts

Jenson Button self-stething fanart: here.

Pierresteban heart-related fanart: here.

Landoscar medical check-up: here.

Logan chest touch: here.

Charlos lungs auscultation: here.

[randomfoggytiger]

10 people I'd like to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag, @brenayla!

last song: I'm not a music gal. ;)))

last book: American Pastoral. Thought it was expertly written, and important. Mixed on the narrative execution. Also, Philip Roth and I have differing levels of cynicism, I suppose.

last movie: Ummmmmmm, hm. ...Can't remember.

last tv show: The X-Files. Research for my Scully Family In-Depth meta series.

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet all day every day. Got homemade "chocolate" mixed with some Heath and rice cracker bits waiting in the freezer. HOPEFULLY I'll get better soon so I can eat it. >:////

relationship status: Single as a pringle. Never dated, and not actively mingling.

last thing googled: Detached earlobes. Needed to know the difference for an anon question.

current obsession: The X-Files and... lipstick. Getting over this cold.

looking forward to: Big picture? Getting around to reading One Hundred Years of Solitude (ebooks and I just don't mix.) And.... Pffffffft, hm. Oh, OH! Finishing the last part of my Scully Family In-Depth meta. That was over a year's work (more like avoidance.) The load it'll take off my back, whew.

Tagging: @baronessblixen, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @amplifyme,

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @cecilysass, @aloysiavirgata, @b0oker18,

@slippinmickeys, @loubetcha, @is-on-its-way, @nachosncheezies,

@thursdayinspace, @numinousmysteries, @calimanc,

@virtie333, @vincentsleftear, @danascullysjournal, @jasperatedd,

@television-overload, @teenie-xf, @annablume, @chavisory,

@redteekal, @wonder-xphile, @suitablyaggrieved, @thescullyphile,

@dreamingofscully, @deathsbestgirl, @settle-down-frohike,

@demon-fetal-harvest, @justice-for-queequeg, @writingwell,

@ellivia, @pookie-mulder, @sixhours, and everyone else I can't add right now~

[russellsppttemplates]

Let me be there for you (Lance Stroll)

Your way of dealing with things makes Lance question if you are both on the same page

Note: english is not my first language. I never thought that a small blurb could lead to this, but I'm happy it did. Thank you to the people who sent in their ideas, and coincidence or not, some of them I already had in mind (some were tweaked a little), and they also go perfect with something I want to do for Lance and reader when they want to start a family, so hopefully soon I'll get to that!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: mentions reader's period, a couple fight, hospital/exams, female fertility problems

"Would you be able to come here by the end of the week?", the lady asked over the phone, "this week is going to be difficult, I need to push a few things around to see if I can make it. Can I call you back once I know for sure?", you suggested back to her, "thank you for understanding. Have a nice day", you ended the call, sighing as you looked at the calendar app open on your laptop and, quite frankly, not seeing many available options for the appointment you were trying to book.

You were in the middle of changing things around when your boyfriend's text interrupted your chain of emails questioning if your schedule could be altered.

"Shoot, forgot that was today!", you cursed yourself for having forgotten that you had planned to have dinner with Lance at your place, now grateful that he had won the battle of who should be in charge of the food despite your previous insistence. The text could read that he was leaving his place to go to the take out place and then he would make his way to yours, which meant you had about forty fives minutes until he arrived.

Deciding that you'd leave the problem for tomorrow, at least until you knew for sure if you had the time, you switched off your laptop and moved to the living room, tidying it up a little and arranging the table so it was set when Lance arrived.

A knock on the door was enough to pull you out of your focus on the show playing on the TV, getting up to open it and allowing him inside, you waited until the paper bag was set on the table so you could cup his cheek and kiss his lips, "hello, sweetheart", he hummed as he separated your lips.

"Hi, handsome, how was your day?", you asked, helping him spread the food containers, "it was good, we did some testing on the latest developments of the car and some promotional videos, too. And yours? Is this a new table?", he said, "it was good. Oh yes, I got this on the weekend, the guys delivered it on Friday and I spent the whole weekend building it", you smiled, seeing Lance look at the plaster on your arm, "I had some trouble with one of the legs, but I got it under control", you explained, seeing his concerned expression, "you could've called for help", he noted, holding your hand as you sat down, "no need, I was able to complete it myself. Hopefully this doesn't fall all over though", you giggled, trying to soften his expression with a kiss on his cheek.

"Do you want to go to this weekend's race?", he asked, biting the food he gathered on the fork, "I don't think I can go, I'd love to, but I was only able to schedule an appointment for the weekend, and even that I'm trying to see if that works, but I'd love to go", you pouted, "I'll be watching from home, I promise", you cupped his cheek, rubbing the stubbly skin and smiling, "this one usually broadcasts early in the morning, like six or something", he nudged you, "then I'll just have to get a big mug of coffee to get me through".

"You said you had an appointment?", Lance recuperated the subject when you had finished tidying the plates, now sitting on the sofa enjoying eachother's presence, "yes, I have to go to a check-up, nothing major", you said, kissing his clothed chest.

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Since Lance was leaving for Japan the next morning, you opted out to have dinner that his place, despite your insistence that you could do it at yours so he didn't have to worry about having a tidy kitchen and house, "I've told you I don't mind having to clean up, and I always love having you here, especially when you wear my clothes", he reasoned with you, feeling a bit cocky about how you had gone to his wardrobe and grab one of his hoodies because you were cold.

"Did you book the appointment?", Lance asked once you sat on his big sofa while he flickered through the channels, hoping to find something good for you to watch.

"I did, Friday afternoon they're going to do some exams", you subtly mentioned, "exams? I thought it was just a routine check-up", he wondered, now concerned about the situation. Truth was, he sometimes felt like he didn't get everything out of you. Like you'd tell him the basics of your life, almost in a way of not having him just about enough involved in it, but far way enough as well.

"They're doing some studies, but I don't think it's that big of a deal, it's about my period. Probably some bloodwork, they talked about a scan, but only if they think it's necessary", you mumbled, feeling Lance change his position so he could face you.

"Are you sure? I'd like to help in any way I can", he forwarded, "you know I want to be here as much as I can for you, you don't have to go through this alone, or do this alone, I'm here for you", he stated.

"I know, love. But I'm fine", you mumbled, "no need to worry, yeah?".

And it was like it broke then and there. "But I do worry, you know? I want to know things and do things for you, and you barely let me", he began and you allowed for him to continue, sensing that you needed to think about what to say, "it's like you don't want me to be involved in your life, like you don't want to rely on me, you don't want my help. And I'm all in Y/N", he said, rhe frustration clear in his face.

Being on your own for a while did that to a person. You'd grown protective of yourself and of your values, so you burst a lot bigger than intended, "what do you mean? I tell you about my things, and I have you in my life. And I love that, but I don't think I'm pushing you away", you reasoned back.

"You don't?", Lance snapped loudly enough to be heard but calm enough to still allow you to feel safe, "a while ago, you were busy juggling family matters and work matters, and I only found out after the problems were solved. Surely, I couldn't help with the problems themselves, but I could've helped you deal with their burden. Not even to build a table, Y/N. I'm sure I could've helped with that, and this appointment? I'm only finding out you're being examined because I asked. If you don't want me to know things, maybe we need to sort things", he gulped. He himself didn't like that option. He saw a future with you, so suggesting it came out of his mouth as quickly as he regretted saying it.

"I think you're being unreasonable, Lance", you stated. Was this the end of it all?

"We can't see eye to eye on this, can we?", he said, "I think we should think about this, with a clear head. I've already said things I don't mean in the slightest", your boyfriend suggested.

"I think it's a good idea, too", you gulped, getting up and grabbing your bag so you could leave.

You put on your shoes, lacing them carefully whilst feeling Lance's gaze on you, waiting desperately to hear the three words from him. Despite his opinion, you cared about him and wanted him in your life, so much so that at the beggining of your relationship you promised eachother that, no matter what, you'd never let the other go to sleep wondering if the other loved then. You could be mad or upset at eachother, but you had to know you loved eachother, so when he said "I love you", and looked at you, it made you feel a little bit better.

"I love you, Lance. Travel safe, okay?", you said, looking at him one last time before closing the door behind you.

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The Buzzin Corner had been the first activity Lance got to do that got his mind off of what had happened, and for a bit he actually thought he had a good plan for when he came back, wanting to focus on his race first and then head home to you.

Sebastian had stopped by the Aston Martin hospitality, wanting to greet his old team when he saw Lance sitting in one of the sofas in the corner, "May I? You know being alone always makes your own thoughts louder", he smiled, sitting next to the number eighteen driver.

"Sure, it's probably for the best to be honest", Lance mumbled, "are you enjoying the weekend?", he asked, "it's different when I'm watching the cars race rather than racing myself", the German driver added simply, "it's a good thing I know a lot of people here. Just saw your sister too, and her husband. How is Y/N? I don't mean to be nosy, but I'm curious to know how she is", Sebastian asked Lance. He had met you in the last couple of races from the previous season, keeping you company a few times since you, too, preferred to stay in the hospitality rather than in the buzz of the paddock.

"She's back home, work has been keeping her busy and she had an appointment", Lance forwarded, thinking about telling him more. He and Sebastian had grown close, especially after being teammates, and he seemed to have a good marriage, so maybe he had some helpful insights about the situation. And the worst he could do was gossip about it with Mick, and even that he didn't think would be the case, so Lance figured it was okay.

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to someone about this", he tried, seeing his previous teammate show no signs of not wanting to hear it, "Y/N, she's incredible, we've established that from the beggining. But I feel like she's not in this as much as I am?", Lance shrugged.

"What makes you think that?", Sebastian questioned, "it's like she doesn't want me to be there for her. Am I unreasonable to think that I should be involved in her life? She never asks for my help, and we had a fight about it before I travelled here", he gulped.

"I don't know her enough to answer from her side, nor do I want such meddling", Sebastian began, "But have you considered how it feels for her?", he pointed out, "I'm not taking any sides here, but I think it's important you see her side and she sees yours. Y/N is an incredibly intelligent woman, you know I said that to you after she visited us for the first race weekend", he smiled, recalling the many teasing comments of the German driver stating how he had definitely got lucky and of how whipped he looked for the young woman. "I don't think she would do anything to purposefully hurt you, I saw how much she cares about you. Maybe her love language is not the same as yours. I remember me and Hanna also had to work around them", he finished.

"I really don't want to lose her, you know?", Lance admitted. He saw a future with you. Whenever he thought about being married or having a family, or even growing old, he had you by his side. Despite knowing you wouldn't want a celebration like his sister had for her wedding, only because it wasn't your thing, but he couldn't help himself but think of how it would be for you. To see you in a dress and celebrate your love in front of the people you cared about most, to dance around and, most importantly, to spend the rest of his days with. "I don't want to throw the towell, but it's difficult to navigate this, and I don't want to say anything that would hurt her. When we talked about it, I already said things I didn't mean", Lance added, looking up at Sebastian, "make sure you talk it out like grown adults. No offensive words thrown around, because that will do you no good. If you're really in love with eachother, you find compromises and discuss them, see where one or the other bends, with balance, of course", the older driver advised, patting his back, "I hope everything goes well with you two, she's an incredible young woman", he smiled.

"Thanks, Sebastian", Lance smiled, too, now wanting the weekend to be over so he could talk to you.

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Hi, love. I'm sorry your race got cut short but a technical issue. I hope you all have a safe travel home.

Also, I'm going to be home for the next few days because I had a small exam (I'm fine, by the way, just a little crampy), so if you want to drop by so we can talk, let me know, okay? I love you.

Those two texts on his phone warmed his heart slightly. He was gutted that he didn't get to finish the race, but still comforted by the fact that you had been watching and supporting him.

"Smiling about your lover, little brother?", Chloe asked, sitting in front of him. The family was flying back home together and everyone seemed to be either working or asleep, so Lance had the options to either talk to his sister or do what the others were doing.

"Yes, she just texted", he smiled faintly, his eyes not budging the part where you mentioned you'd be home, surely because it was medically prescribed given the exam you had. "She had an appointment today and she's saying she's done with the examination they did", he said.

"Oh, bless her. Is it because of her periods? She was telling me about it the last time we visited and she was very uncomfortable", Chloe thought out loud, "I've never had them, but some of my friends have had them and some of them are hard-core. Hopefully she can manage the pain and hopefully not need surgery", she finished, taking a sip from her drink and not notice how her brother's face had turned into worry.

Pain? Surgery? What was she on about? You mentioned some blood work, scans if they saw fit. But maybe you had a reason behind not telling him, so until then, he was going to work with the information he had.

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Lance was up bright and early given the jetlag, thinking he would just get his day going before dropping by to your place. When he arrived the day before, he only had the energy to send you a text that he was home before he found the energy to shower and go to sleep, hoping to visit you today.

After his workout and another shower, he got ready and ate breakfast, taking his car keys out of the decorative bowl they lived in before making his way out of the door.

Driving to your place, he rehearsed the words and ideas he wanted to say. Now, he understood the importance of hearing your side of the story, because while he felt frustrated and a little hurt, he knew you were most likely not doing it on purpose, so there had to be another reason behind it.

Sending you a quick text and getting a positive reply back, he made his way to your place, parking his car and heading up to knock on your door.

"May I?", he wondered when you opened the door, getting inside and taking his shoes off before he kissed your forehead, heading with you silently to the living room.

"This is where I've been spending my days, so that's why there's pillows and blankets everywhere", you blushed, sitting yourself in a comfortable position so Lance could sit next to you, "we're here to talk, so do you mind if I start?", you asked, earning his nod.

Letting out a big breath, you looked at your boyfriend's brown eyes, "I've been on my own for a while, so I had to learn how to do things on my own. My parents always made sure I was raised as an independent woman because that gave me a feel of self security and some self confidence", you explained, "and so, for me, asking someone for help or accepting is not as easy as it is for some".

"But is that because you don't trust me to help you? Or that you don't want my help?", Lance asked softly, starting to understand where you were coming from.

"No, not like that. I trust you completely. And when I choose to not ask for help, it was never with the intention of hiding it all from you in a malicious way... I guess I'm just doing things like I was wired to do, and because of that I couldn't understand why you were so upset and mad about it", you breathed out, finally letting it all out.

"Then, maybe you can trust me enough to let me help? I understand where you're coming from now, but I promise I'm only have good intentions, and I want to be here for you. You don't have to deal with things on your own all the time", he brushed some hairs behind your ear.

"I didn't want to seem distant. It's just, I've been like this my whole life, and I never wanted to be overbearing. It's jus how I do stuff, but I'll make an effort to be better. Can't say it will be easy and linear, but we'll talk along the way, yes?", you added.

"Exactly. So, what are these exams?", he asked, holding your hand in his, rubbing the soft skin with his fingers, "I've always had pretty painful cycles, you know that. And because of that, my doctor thought it was best for me to get some further tests just to make sure things are working as they should. This time it was just a blood sample and the did a scan of my belly, and next week I have a smear booked which depends on what the other tests' results say when they come back", you gulped, "they're worried about some conditions, and fertility and all of that, so they think it's best if they catch it early", you shrugged your shoulders.

"Why didn't you tell me?", he asked, "Well, we established I'm not the best at asking for help, am I?", you blushed, "it's a lot for someone to take in. They keep saying that it could be nothing or that it could be something big, we just have to wait and see. And you've been in hospital recently in far worse shape, I didn't want to burden you", you said, earning a shake from his head, "I want to he here for you as much as possible in this, if you'll let me, please. Wether it's just bloodwork of a full body scan. I don't care if they're poking you with needles or some sort of exam, I want to be there because I care about you. You could never be a burden for me, and in matters like this, I'm not letting you walk through it alone, no matter what happens, okay?", Lance checked, earning a nod, "I need words, sweetheart", he teased, "yes, I'll tell you", you smiled, cupping his cheeks so you could press your lips in his.

"And we'll talk to eachother whenever we feel like we're not being understood. I don't care what it is about, we talk about it. You want me out of your hair? Okay. I need you to let me help you put on a sock? Let's do it!", he chuckled, making you smile too, "I want you for the long run, so I'm willing to make this work for the best if you are, too", he kissed your forehead, "we have a deal?".

Smiling, you pecked his lips a few times, "we have a deal. Thank you for being so understanding", you blushed, nuzzling your face in his chest, "now, I'm just going to get you a hot water bottle, your meds, and then we'll get comfortable enough to watch this show".

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 1

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: y/n is a Computer Science major that definitely fits the bill. Some call her a robot since she seems to have zero emotions or empathy for the people around her and only cares about finishing her degree. What happens when she prevents Jungkook, a Visual Arts major from graduating and finds herself in need of his help? Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word count: 1.6k~ Warnings: Explicit language, corruption kink, smut, angst, trauma, idk I suck at writing warnings.

A/N: I'm planning on making this a shorter series so let me know if you're enjoying the story and I'll make it a little longer. This is heavily based off of the original bl (boy love) first chapter because I wanted to get the basic plot set up correctly but I will be changing things here and there (for example this is a straight version with a female reader). If you don't mind spoilers I would highly suggest reading the original story. I read it on the app Manta with the english adaptation being done by Angy and you can also find the kdrama on Viki :)

Walking up to the podium it doesn't surprise me to see that half of my group members aren't even in class. I look over at my professor and see the puzzled look on his face, clearly confused as to why I'm the lone presenter but I give him a nod anyway and start the presentation.

Scanning the room I see how most of the students are already asleep or aren't even bothering to try paying attention and to be honest it makes my job a bit easier, not having to deal with any nerves that might arise from public speech but if I'm honest it doesn't really bother me much.

I've heard my classmates refer to me as a robot or a walking computer simply because I speak in a monotone voice and I don't bother wasting emotions on those that I deem unimportant.

Some might call me stuck up but in reality I have no intention of making friends in this educational institution. I'm here to get my degree and hopefully never have to deal with anymore of these freeloaders that the bother labeling as students.

After my presentation is finished our professor wraps up the class rather quickly to everyone’s delight and soon sends us all on our way, except for me.

"y/n can I talk to you for a second?" he asks and I make my way over to his desk after having gathered my belongings. "I wanted to speak to you about your presentation" he starts off, showing his slight discomfort in discussing the topic.

"Was there something wrong with it?" I question not sure what might've gone wrong.

"Oh no the presentation was fine, in fact it was excellent but I noticed that your name was the only one included on the presentation as well as the fact that you gave the presentation solo. Did your group members not contribute to the project?" he asks curious as to how this whole situation all went down.

"No they did not" I say plainly giving him the bare minimum.

"Do you think you could explain the situation to me?" 

I explain not only the lack of participation but also the pitiful excuses they gave me to somehow compensate for their lack of effort.

"One of them told me about the passing of their great aunt so I was aware that he wouldn't be giving the presentation but what happened to the other two?" he prods further pinching the bridge of his nose.

"One of the others didn't send me their research on the agreed upon deadline last night so I had to write their part as well as take care of the tasks I had delegated to myself" I explain. 

"And the other?" he asks finally understanding the situation that I had been left in.

"He didn't bother showing up to any of the planned out meetings we set up" I say hoping that I can go now.

"I see that he's a graduating senior this year. He had told me that he had some sort of ceremony to attend to over seas but I see that he had attended all but the last two classes so his attendance hasn't been much of a problem. Don't you think it's a bit harsh to leave his name out of the presentation completely?" he questions hoping to level with me. 

"No, not at all. If he had shown up and contributed to the project in the slightest then maybe but he didn't lift a finger. I understand why he missed the classes but expecting someone else to do the project that he was assigned was negligent on his part so I do not see any reason as to why he should be given credit for it" I finish hoping he'll understand my point of view.

"Okay, thank you for taking the time to explain it to me, you can go now" he says dismissing me.

"Okay" I say and give him a shallow bow before making my way out of the building.

~~~~~

When the day that final grades rolls around I'm hit with a bunch of texts and calls from the free riders that no doubt failed the class because of the executive decision I had made.

I go through and block the three of them before going on my way since I won't be needing any sort of contact after this train wreck of an ordeal. As I make my way to the PC cafe I frequent I hear talks of a story that sounds very familiar.

"I guess Jungkook can't graduate because someone snitched on him for faking attendance and they also took his name off of their final project" one guy says.

"Wasn't he supposed to go study abroad this summer?" a girl chimes in.

"Well I guess he's screwed now. I don't think a program like that wants to take on a slacker like him" another guy says, openly bashing him.

"Yeah he said he's gonna kill the person that did that but he never bothered learning their name. He tried to find them but no one knows who they are" the first guy says.

"What's their major?" the girl says hoping to see if she could help find them. "Something along the lines of computer engineering".

I shiver at the thought, 'I think I pissed off the wrong guy. I guess all I can do is avoid anyone by the name of Jungkook and fly under the radar. Considering that I always do I don't that'll be much of a problem.

I log into the same computer I use day in and day out with the intention of relaxing for a bit but I'm interrupted by a text that I had thought I had been waiting for for the past few days. 

'Hey y/n it's Hana, I got an internship for the summer and it looks like I'm going to be pretty busy with it so I don't think I'll be able to help you with the gaming application you are trying to develop. But on the plus side I do have a friend that has some free time this summer and I told him about it and he said he would be interested in taking it over for me'

'Oh okay that's too bad, I really liked your art style' I say selfishly wishing she would make time for it.

'Oh he's a lot better than me and I feel like he can definitely do your game a lot more justice than I can :)'

'Oh okay do you think you could give me their number at least?' I ask hoping I can establish contact as soon as possible. 

'I don't have his number since I ended up breaking my phone and lost all of my contacts but I told him the time and place we were planning on meeting so he'll meet you there. His name is JK'

I thank her for putting in the effort to find a replacement and close out our conversation.

Leaning back in my chair and taking off my glasses I'm left feeling stressed at the uncertainty of how this project is going to progress but I just hope that whoever she's sent as a substitute is able to work on this as efficiently as I know she would've been able to.

She was kind of slow at responding and making time for this but when she had the time she would really put her all into it, really making up for lost time.

I take a deep breath to release some of the tension I can feel building and decide to head back to my place to formulate a new plan of action and prepare a new proposal. 

~~~~

Sitting in the little study room I had reserved in the library for the day this JK guy and I are supposed to meet I find myself checking the clock, watching and waiting for his arrival.

'He's late. It's four fifteen and I explicitly explained to Hana what time we would be meeting here. I could always count on her to be a few minutes late but so much for good first impressions with this new guy. Maybe I'll give him a few more minutes. He could've gotten the address wrong or maybe he got lost and is just trying to find the right room.'

Another fifteen minutes goes by and I can clearly tell I’m losing my patience.

'How could someone be this late? What if he changed his mind and Hana just couldn't bring herself to tell me? Or maybe he just blowed both of us off because he didn't really want to do it in the first place? Whatever, I'll give him a few more minutes and then I'm leaving' I wait for about five more minutes until I finally can't take it anymore 

"This is ridiculous, I'm just waisting my time at this point" I say out loud mentally exhausted from having to wait this long, not even caring if he were to show up now.

I gather up my belongings but as soon as I reach for the door handle to leave it swings open and almost hits me in the face. I step back just in time to be met with a wall of muscle barging into the room without regard for anyone else and look up to see a man two heads taller than me looking down on me.

"You're the designer?" I ask hoping that I've made the correct assumption. 

"Oh um yeah" he says as he continues to keep eye contact, almost studying me.

'Yeah?' 'That's all I get? Showing up this late and I don't even get a sorry? Who does this guy think he is?' I think to myself fuming even more from seeing the stupid look on his face. Little did I know just how much this little 'arrangement' was going to mess up the rest of my life.

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"Come on! Why won't this thing turn on?" a H/C haired girl said, frowning at the digital recorder in her hand. After aggressively hitting it a few times, the recorder turned on.

"Finally!" the girl smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt before pressing the record button.

"Hiiii! My name is Y/N L/N and this is my audition tape for Total Drama!" she cheerfully said before dialing it back a bit. "Sorry if that sounded too cheerful. I'm just really excited for this, that's all."

"Anyway, let me list off the reasons why I think you should pick me to compete in your show."

"I'm competitive, I'm friendly enough, I was on my school's softball team so I'm athletic, and I'm an excellent chef, so if the people in charge of food for whatever reason decide not to do their job, I can totally help! My food is absolutely exquisite." she said.

"I promise you, if you pick me for your show, you won't regret it." Y/N said, flashing her pearly white teeth to the camera before ending the recording.

"Did you send in your recording yet?" Y/N's dad asked before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Y/N and her dad were currently eating dinner.

Y/N nodded her head. "I sent it in a few days ago. Hopefully I'll get my answer soon."

"Me too, honey," Dad smiled. "If anyone deserves this opportunity, it's you."

"Thanks, Dad." she said, smiling back. "And thanks for supporting my decision to do this."

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckled. "If you were to win, that would mean more money for us."

Y/N laughed along with her dad. Not paying attention, she accidentally spilled the cherry Kool-Aid she was drinking all over the table and her shirt.

"Oh shit!" Y/N shouted, immediately trying to find something to clean up the mess. "I'm so sorry Dad! It was an accident!"

"You don't have to say sorry, dear." Dad said, helping her mop up the mess with napkins. "It happens to the best of us. Why don't you go and change your shirt while I clean up this mess?"

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled before trudging off to her room.

As she was putting her clean shirt over her head, Y/N heard a 'ping!' coming from her computer.

Y/N would never tell anyone this, but she almost broke her neck trying to get over to the computer, her shirt still halfway over her head.

She pulled her shirt on and opened up her notification. It was an email from the producers of Total Drama.

Holding her breath, she read the email.

'Congratulations! You have been selected to participate in our brand-new reality show, Total Drama! Please read further for travel information....'

Y/N didn't even finish the rest of the email before calling out for her dad.

"What? What is it?" Dad asked, running into her room.

"I'm competing!" she exclaimed. "They chose me to compete!"

"Really!?" Dad's eyes widened before catching Y/N into a bear hug. "Oh my gosh this is wonderful! I told you that they would pick you!"

"I'm gonna be famous!" Y/N said, jumping up and down with her dad.

"You sure you're gonna be alright by yourself?" Y/N asked.

After three long weeks, it was finally ready for Y/N to leave. But now, she was having doubts about leaving. Y/N could tell that the taxi driver was getting annoyed at waiting.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, I promise," Dad said.

"But what if you have a seizure while I'm gone and no one's there to help you?"

"I told you, your aunt is going to come and check on me everyday."

"But what if you have one while she's not with you? What if it's a really bad one and-"

Dad interrupted her with a hug.

"Everything will be fine, sweetie. You deserve to go out there and meet people. I don't want you missing out on this just because you're worried about me, especially because you wanted this so bad."

Y/N pulled away from the hug. "Okay," she said softly. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo."

Y/N gave him one last hug before walking off of their porch, giving him one last look before getting into the taxi.

"Don't worry, Dad," she mumbled as the taxi started to drive away. "I'll win the money for you."

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Daddy's Girl.

"i wouldn't say i called it if i hadn't. but i called it when i said it was a sick joke"

karma akabane x spoiled!reader.

content: smut, mention of weed, smoking, getting high, innocent reader, corruption, "daddy", bully!karma, enemies to lovers ig, belly bulge.

hey guys!! first karma post. also first post on the new "EARTH'S GRIMEY CRIES" page!! i lately have taken interest in the color palette for cyan, blue, dark blue, and darker shades of red. "The Delicate Sound Of Thunder" live concert by pink floyd was an influence on this particular page design, and i love it. it's always nice that i can create a whole new page when i get out of room on my navigation centers, or when i want to. hopefully my sp fans aren't too upset that i want to write about other shows/people!! i'll be posting drafts and finishing requests soon.

karma is such an asshole.

to everyone, not even just you.

having not known him pained you as you thought he'd hated you for no reason other than you're a "taut daddy's girl who gets daddy's money". which was unreliable truth that nobody except select few in the entire school system knew. karma was one of those people.

he knows everything about everyone, it's terrifying, honestly.

"talk of that brat" karma scoffs as you walk over to talk to your tutor, nagisa, who'd oddly enough been on speaking terms with karma regardless of their differences and past experiences.

"nagisa, i got a b on our recent test, can you help me more in the future?"

"i don't see why no—"

"maybe if instead of buying you ponies, your daddy bought you an education; you wouldn't be in such a pickle, darling."

you sigh and walk away, assuming the help is useless anyway, and karma was right. you were just not bright when it came to academics because you were raised with everything a kid dreams of.

but he catches up to you.

"no hard feelings, princess?"

"no hard feelings? asshole. what is with you? can't you leave me alone?" you scoff and continue to walk, not bothering to eye him.

he sighs and jogs slightly to catch up with you. "alright– listen, i got an a+ on the recent test.. alright? let me help you."

"you? offering to help me? what kind of sick joke?"

"it's not a joke. come to mine at.. say seven." karma stops walking beside you to go find someone else to bother.

i wouldn't say i called it if i hadn't. but i called it when i said it was a sick joke.

you showed up at karma's doorstep at 7:00 PM, like he'd told you to. alarming detail being no cars in the driveway, where his parents cars are usually parked.

he'd opened the door. "hey princess. make yourself at home, you might be here a while." he invites you in with his usual sarcastic tone you hated.

"want like.. water? sorry it's not sparkly or whatever i don't drink that weird shit." he says as he grabs a glass and fills it with water, handing it to you.

karma starts to head upstairs and so you follow him into his room that's weirdly tidy and large.

karma was not poor, in fact his parents made the same money your dad did. just, karma took individuality when it came to money. decided to get a job at a young age and has been making his own money ever since and even bought his own car.

you didn't do that. you were always handed everything, so you grew up differently than karma. or at least with a different mindset.

"your room is nice." you compliment awkwardly to fill the silence as you just stand in the middle of the clean wooden floors.

"uh, are you gonna sit down or just stand there?" he tilts his head and chuckles, patting the spot right next to him on his bed.

you place your cup down on a table and cough softly even though you didn't need to, heading over slowly and sitting down fairly far from him.

but that distance didn't stay when he scooted closer anyway. "so! what's the score ya got on the test?"

"hey wait. why do you make fun of me all the time? for.. being fortunate i guess."

karma stays in silence for a moment before laughing. "you.." he pokes your chest and doesn't look into your eyes as he talks. "you aren't the fortunate one. your daddy is, and you take advantage of it.. that's what i make fun of."

you look down at his hand that lay still in your lap and grab it with your own hand. "i never got to know what it was like to be a teenager because my dad was strict. he used money to keep me away from the public, sex, drugs, parties, everything. that's not my fault."

he doesn't say anything for a couple seconds before he looks into your eyes. "huh. so you have never done any of that?"

you nod 'no'.

"hah! baby do you have a lot i need to teach you. to hell with the stupid test that we already did." karma laughs. "you've never even gone to a party?"

"nope."

"shit. you're such a virgin." he laughs and you look down in embarrassment. but he brings a hand to your chin and makes you look back up at him. "hey, no need to be embarrassed. hey let me help you."

"help me with what?"

"you ever wanted to get high?" karma asks, opening a drawer before taking out a pen. "this makes you tired, jus'so you know. your daddy cool if you stay the night? because baby you'll be out."

"mhm." you nod and bite your lip, shifting the way you're sitting in excitement. you always wanted to get high but never had the chance.

"you're ampy. guess my little innocent girl's not gonna be so innocent anymore, huh?"

my? you'd wonder about what he'd meant. but you didn't care because it made you feel good; at least in the way you took it.

he holds the pen up to your mouth. "breathe in.. then.. breathe in again. that's the only way i can really explain it to you."

and with that you took it to your mouth and did as he told you. "take another hit. but that's it, this can be strong and i don't know your tolerance, baby."

after you take another, you watch as he takes his and after that, it starts to hit you. the room starts moving into .5 and it's all zoomed out. it's cool, nothing like you'd ever experienced before.

you start to giggle.

"mhmm. you okay, baby?" karma asks and you nod, moving closer to him.

"uhuh. hey. what's next?" you ask, crawling into his lap and laying on him in tiredness.

"what do you mean, what's next?" he asks, rubbing my arm and conforting me. this was the sweetest karma had ever been.

"well you said— you said you were gon' teach me stuff. can teach me bout sex. take it from me?" you didn't even know what you were saying, or that it would affect you tomorrow. and you didn't care.

karma chuckles lowly and lays me down. "you're tired, can see it in your eyes."

"fuck me to sleep." you sit up and grab at the hair at the base of his neck, pulling on it before pulling his face into yours, kissing him softly. "please— all i wan' right now is you."

he takes his hands and parts your legs and rests himself between them, laying you back down to lean over you as he kisses down your neck, playing with the hem of your shirt.

through your shorts you felt the bulge inside his jeans pressing against your clothed core. you wanted it so bad. you take your hands to his face and pull him back up to kiss your lips.

whispering into his mouth "please, need you so bad.. karma."

now that he knew you knew what you were doing and with who, he went feral. he took off your shirt and unzipped your jean shorts.

you trace his jawline with your fingers and admire his pretty face as he removes his own clothes.

not long later his tip is pressed against your entrance. "are you sure you want this, baby?"

with one nod he thrusts into you painfully and your back arches as you moan loudly. he doesn't give you time to adjust as he starts thrusting at a quick paste.

your moans are loud and you scratch at his biceps and his back as tears prick your lash line.

"fuck karma— please.." you moan as he uses his thumb to play with your clit as the rest of his fingers press down on your lower abdomin, creating intense pleasure. the bulge in your belly was felt on his finger tips.

"oh, baby moan louder.. let my neighbors hear who fucking owns you.."

"fuck!! ugh—karma please please please please fuck harder." you moan out loudly, pushing him down into your chest and locking your legs around his waist so he can't pull out.

"baby don't do that.. im gonna cum soon." both hands go to your thighs so even if you tried to take them off you couldn't because he holds your legs firmly there, against his own command. "you're— real tense!" he squeezes his abs in a groan from the throat. "you're gonna cum?"

"mmmmhmm." you whine and nod, tears streaming down your face with all the pleasure.

"fuck im gonna breed you all good.. fill ya full with daddy's cum, yeah? you're mine, you know that? huh? tell me you're all mine." he groans and whines at you in a needy voice that makes your orgasm peak.

"all yours–! 'm cummin'!"

"god yes, cum with me baby." he groans and you release together, heavy breathing and leftover moans fill the room as they echo against the walls.

karma pulls out and falls beside you, who's about to be sleeping mind you.

"hey wait, don't you fall asleep. knew indica would get ya like this.. it always does with first timers." he sighs and gets up, grabbing a towel and walking back over to you, half lidded and looking up at him with dried mascara tear stained cheeks.

karma smiles softly at your expression once he knows you can't see him, rubbing the towel on your thighs and everywhere between your legs. he grabs a shirt and helps you sit up, putting it on you and grabbing your panties, that he also puts on you before laying you back down.

he lays beside you and you drag heavy limbs to snuggle into his chest and side. "thanks.. for all this. guess im not your little innocent girl no more."

"you're still my girl.. told ya that, didn't i?" he says and you giggle softly, nodding into his chest. "good, so.. you're my not-so-innocent little girl now, huh?"