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[ace-turned-confused]

sickening desire

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pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader summary: you and your stepdad don't have much in common, but you always try to keep things friendly. back home for college break, he's not making it very easy. word count: 2,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied & wears a skirt, big ol' age gap (reader is nineteen), food mention, joel is big & beefy, stepcest, cheating, fucked morals all round, pet names, joel's a disgusting dirty perv (i'm so serious), smut, grinding, mentions of m & f masturbation, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, 1 spank, creampie, dirty talk, sprinkle of daddy kink, praise kink, panty kink a/n: written for @beefrobeefcal's MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU prompt - i got to witness the birth of this on discord, and thought how can i make this cute idea deranged instead, so here we are. idk how all this happened. this is stepcest, you have been warned. if it's not your thing then pls scroll on, no hard feelings in here <3 not beta'd

After weeks of phone calls, texts and endless hounding from your mother, you caved and decided to come home for your college break. She was missing you like crazy, and apparently you had aunts and cousins who were just dying to see you after so long, no doubt ready to bombard you with questions about the life of a college girl as if you were the first of the kind.

So, you came home to your mom and her new-ish husband, Joel Miller. You can count the number of times you’ve met him on one hand, one of those occasions being their wedding. You’re not sure how they make it work, but then opposites do attract…

Marriage has been good to Joel, his mental health and financial stability have improved, and overall he seems a happier person — not that you could tell from looking at him, with a permanent scowl etched on his face. The only ‘drawback’ seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline — his jeans now too tight around his thighs, the seams visibly strained, and his tummy poking out past his belt. They no doubt add to his eternal pissed-off facade, but he’s far too stubborn to admit he needs to buy new ones.

Your mom reminds him, often, how much he’s filled out in recent times, and judging by the bitterness in her voice, she clearly doesn’t approve. You’re not sure why she disapproves, but you’d never admit that.

From what you know, he’s neither an overly good nor a bad guy, he’s just… Joel, and the two of you have nothing to talk about, so you keep your distance out of courtesy. At least, you try to.

Since you’ve been home, you’ve caught him staring a few times but pin it down to aged eyesight. Most days he greets you in the kitchen with a husky ‘mornin’ sweetpea’, and makes a point of brushing up against you, half hard and warm in his threadbare sweatpants. He’ll place a hand on the small of your back when he stands beside you, pinky wandering down to toy with your waistband.

You cover up the way your breath catches and stop yourself from clenching your legs together every time — either he doesn’t have a grasp on personal space, or he’s doing this on purpose. The way he watches you move around once he’s sat down says all you need to know. You try not to think about it.

-

You’re flicking between channels one night when the front door clicks open, the heavy stomp of workboots echoing down the passage and into the room. Joel waltzes in, dumping his keys and without a word, sits directly onto you.

“What the fuck?”

“This is my chair, sweetpea. Not my fault you’re in it.”

You try pushing him off you, a losing battle with the extra kilos he’s put on since tying the knot with your mom. He mumbles something to you, his words lost underneath the TV and your strained grunting.

“What?” You huff at him, growing more and more agitated.

“I asked, you gettin’ off on this like you did sittin’ on my lap?”

Your mind swirls as you try to pinpoint what he means. It’s just when you’re about to give him lip and ask him what the fuck he’s on about, that you remember — and suddenly you wish the world would just swallow you whole.

-

During Sunday’s roast lunch, you were surrounded by extended family, filling in the blanks and avoiding the painfully personal questions; Joel spent the day with his standard disgruntled look and your mom was overzealous in her storytelling — everything and everyone just how you remembered.

Everyone broke off into smaller bubbles after lunch, and you stared at Joel as he unbuckled his belt and slumped back on your aunt’s couch — he stared right back at you, head cocked to one side as he weaselled his way into your mind with just a slight smirk and a wink, large hand resting teasingly over his crotch. You left the room, intentionally distancing yourself from him the rest of the day.

It was late afternoon by the time you begrudgingly hugged each family member goodbye and settled in the backseat next to Joel, some extras tagging along for the free ride back to your neighbourhood. With your headphones in and all other passengers occupied, you tried to nap the rest of the way home and regenerate the energy siphoned from you throughout the day. You had no complaints, up until now.

You sat up when your mom stopped off at a different house with just over half the trip still to go. Her heart of gold meant she’d offered a lift home to too many people for her one car, so being the youngest, she suggested you just squash up or sit on someone's lap… Which is fine when you’re nine, not nineteen.

And not just anyone offered up a place, no, Joel lifted his hand in the air and said you could sit on him — with no other way to get home, you pinched your eyes and cringed, but did it anyway. You were fine for the first 15 or so minutes until the road became uneven, and you realised just how fucked this whole thing was — when you first sat down on Joel, he wasn’t hard. You took a breath to try to steady yourself without drawing extra attention.

It was just a… natural response? God, that doesn’t make it any better.

You shifted forward, tried to reposition your weight over his legs and knees and told him you were just getting stiff — wrong fucking choice of words as you became even warmer than before.

Your mom stopped off to refuel along the way, everyone climbing out of the car to stretch, and you made a beeline for the bathroom, splashing yourself with water to cool down.

Joel watched as you came back to the car and you tried not to stare when you saw he was fully hard in his jeans; you felt mortified when you saw the damp patch you’d left on the fabric.

Back on Joel’s lap for the rest of the trip, everyone else was asleep with your mom still driving, radio turned up and blissfully unaware. You’d be able to forget about this, lock the memory away and move on if you hadn’t been so fucking turned on.

What’s worse, you making your stepdad hard, or him making you wet?

-

Joel snuck his hands onto your hips and you tensed, caught off guard by his touch.

“Keep ya steady,” he muttered, fingers digging into your skin.

Holding onto the seat in front for balance, he felt you were trying to lift your weight off him. He tightened his grip on you, slowly pulling you down onto him completely. There was no going back — he was fully hard by now, so he may as well get the most from this.

He pulled you to lean into his chest, his voice quiet in your ear, “S’alright sweetpea, almost there.”

Your head was turned to watch your mom the whole time, and Joel should have cared, but he just couldn’t, not when you were all warm and sweet on top of him. You stayed taut the entire trip home, Joel’s hands on your hips and bulge pressed deliciously against your core. He shifted you atop him every so often, and you desperately wanted to hate how good it felt.

When you finally arrived home, you clambered out of the car and left everyone to fend for themselves, darting for your room. You were about to close the door when you caught Joel staring again, the front of his jeans damp and darkened from where you were perched. You unpacked your clothes, sorted out your washing, and even took a shower but the incessant ache was still there. You finally gave in and shoved your hand between your legs.

-

A loud advert plays on the TV and brings you back into reality, Joel still firmly on top of you.

“Don’t act all fuckin’ innocent on me now, I know those panties of yours were gettin’ all wet with you grindin’ down on me like that.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were real quick to run off to your room that night, you had to stick your fingers up in that cunt of yours to get yourself off?”

“Fuck you, Joel.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d love to. I know you dream of gettin’ fucked real good by your daddy, huh?” He twists to look at you, the motion pushing more of his weight onto you. “No point in arguin’ with me, I heard you that night… I’ve heard you on a lot of nights since you been home, always callin’ out for me.”

You don’t talk back as you keep pushing to get him off of you — he has enough leverage just from hearing you at night, he doesn’t also need to know that you are enjoying having his weight on you like this, unable to fight back or do anything about it.

“Now you got nothin’ to say?” He lifts himself slightly and gestures for you to get up, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “Did I say I was done talkin’?”

He faces you towards the TV, standing you between his now spread legs. Skating his hands up the back of your legs, goosebumps rise on your skin as he moves higher and higher, lifting the hem of your skirt as he goes. He kneads the swell of your ass, sliding his thumbs under the edge of your panties.

“These the ones you had on that day?”

“Huh?”

“Barely touched you and you already can’t think straight. Are these the panties you had on when you sat on my lap?”

“Uh, no? I don’t know, Joel.”

He pulls your panties up to expose more of your skin, smacking a hand down on the side of your ass. You jolt forward at the impact, a fresh wave of arousal seeping out between your folds.

“‘S a real shame, I bet they were soaked right through, huh? Soakin’ ‘em right now, the way you’re droolin’ for me. You wanna know somethin’, sweetpea?” You don’t bother answering, lost in the feeling of finally having his hands on you. “Never used to enjoy doin’ laundry before you came to visit, but now… Well, now I get to see all the pretty panties you have. And I always know when you’ve been thinkin’ of me, they get extra dirty.”

He reaches up to grip your hip, his other hand twisting to push in between your legs. Your hips jerk as he traces his fingers along your damp panties, pushing up into you against the fabric.

“Seems like you actually were gettin’ off on havin’ me on top of you…” You crane your neck at the clink of his belt buckle and watch as he drags his zipper down. He stares up at you the whole time. “But now you’re gonna sit on me again.”

Pulling you backwards by your waist, he keeps your skirt lifted and hooks a finger into the gusset of your panties, tugging them aside. He runs his fingers through your folds, already sticky with need. You clench your legs when he pulls away again, and he sighs, frantic and satisfied; turning around again you see he’s taken his cock in his hand, thick and hard, coating himself in your slick.

He guides you down onto him and a gasp slips from you as he drags the head of his cock through you to line himself up. Your gasps turn to a strangled moan as he pulls you to sit, sheathing himself completely — it’s a delicious stretch without any prep, and again you find yourself wishing you could hate this, hate him for doing this.

He lets your skirt drop down again as you settle on his lap, and picks up the TV remote with one hand, the other a vice grip on your waist. He flips through the channels, ignoring the fact you’re sitting firmly on him.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? We’re watchin’ TV, sweetpea. And you’re gonna be a good girl for me and sit still. With all the starin’ and whinin’ you do, this was only a matter of time.”

“And all the staring you do?”

“As if you don’t fuckin’ love it.” You clench around him at his words and he sniggers at you. “You’re real tight, sweetheart. Now sit still.”

-

You’re not sure how long you sit like this — Joel staring deadpan at the TV with his hands wrapped around your waist, and you aching for relief as you hold back from squirming on top of him. The initial sting has subsided, replaced now with a steady and simmering burn as you leak around him.

Your breathing deepens as you fight with yourself — do stay composed and try to win, or give in and let Joel make you feel good?

“Won’t lie, sweetpea, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had it in you.” His low voice draws you from your inner conflict. “‘Specially now that you got me in you.”

You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, and he punctuates himself with a lift of his hips, rolling you on him. Fuck it, just give in. Whimpering as he repeats the motion over and over, it’s the most he’s done the entire night.

“You wanna know somethin’ else?” He keeps grinding your hips against him, the stretch of his cock and the strain of your panties against your clit bringing you closer and closer. “Dunno if you’ve ever noticed your panties go missing? S’cause I took ‘em, sweetpea. I take your pretty panties and I use ‘em to jerk off, dirty or clean, doesn’t matter to me, s’long as they’re yours. I smell ‘em, I wrap ‘em around my cock, I picture you wearin’ ‘em when I come all over ‘em.”

At some point in his rambling, he’d snaked a hand around to your front and under your skirt, and shoved his fingers in your panties to circle your clit. Just like a lot of things lately, you’re trying to hate how much you love it.

“That’s it sweetpea, come all over your daddy.”

Your legs tense, trapping his hand as he works you through your high, murmuring praises in your ear as you writhe on top of him — unfortunately for you, it’s the hardest you’ve ever come. He doesn’t give you time to think, wrapping his arms around you to lift you up and bundling your arms behind your back.

“Stay there, ‘m not done with you.”

Steadying yourself by leaning on his jean-covered thighs, he starts pistoning up into you, over and over as he uses you for his own high. Squeezing your hips, he pulls you down to match his thrusts, the room filled with his grunting and your whining and the obscene squelch from between your legs each time he fills you. It’s not long before he starts shuddering underneath you, pulling you down hard as he spills into you with a groan.

He holds you, almost affectionately in his arms as he relaxes, warm breath being puffed into your neck as he nuzzles against you and his hands smoothing over your clothes. Turning to look at him, his lips are just parted and his pupils are blown wide. You try to discern the emotion behind his eyes, surging forward to press your lips to his instead, afraid of what the truth might be.

It’s soft, it’s sweet, it’s almost pure, the way he kisses you back, the hairs of his beard and moustache prickling your skin as a hand comes up to cradle your face, the other still held around your waist. You pull back from him, and he has that usual deviant glint in his eyes when he opens them again.

He stands you in front of him, just like you were before this, and he pulls your panties back over your core. He waits and watches as his spend starts oozing out of you and gets absorbed into the already damp cotton.

“Definitely gonna make good use of these ones, sweetpea.” He winks as he stands up, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans, still sticky from both you and himself. “Next time you can wear ‘em, just like I told you.”

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[barcaatthemoon]

she keeps me warm || lia walti x reader ||

lia takes you home after you make your triumphant return to the lionesses.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead.

as a proud lioness, you had a tough year. it was like every single time that you played, the team lost. you were supposed to be their miracle player, the one who came back from a career ending injury. instead, you felt like you came back only to play like absolute shit. and still, sarina and your teammates kept pulling you back in every single time you tried to turn away.

"gold looks good on you," lucy said as the two of you stood in line next to each other. you found yourself in between lucy and leah in the lineup. they were both a great comfort for you to be around. lucy had always been the player you'd looked up to coming up in camp. leah was one of your best friends, a presence that you had felt from the beginning when you were both in the arsenal academy.

"it's been a long time since i've won anything. i don't think i remember," you told her. lucy put her hand on your back and rubbed your shoulders.

"then let's remind you and all of them what they've been missing. maybe you can show off a bit for your little girlfriend," lucy said. you blushed at the idea of lia watching you in the stands. she was with your family, donning one of your club jerseys. you wanted to see her so badly, but she had been adamant that you needed your own space to focus.

you had hoped to see lia from the goal, but it was no use. your eyesight had admittedly been going a bit, so you couldn't see the way you used to. it didn't affect your goalkeeping much, but you were a bit sad about not being able to see lia or your family in the stands. however, you knew that lia's eyes weren't going to be leaving the goal, so you put on the performance of your life.

it was like you took every comment about how you couldn't make it back to your top form as fuel to help prove yourself. the crowd was on the edge of their seats as you took your place back as the commander of england's backline. you had been waiting nearly a year to take your place back, and today, you were certain that they'd mark this the day of your comeback.

"i know how big this is for you, but don't celebrate too hard mate. remember who's up there waiting for you," leah said as she clapped her hands on your shoulders. leah never seemed to be sure where you stood on hugs, so she opted to wait around like she did for keira. you grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms around you.

"we've missed you," lucy told you as she joined in on the hug. you were quickly surrounded by your teammates and being hailed as the hero of the tournament in their eyes. you had only really played the final and a couple of games that the team had lost when you first got back from injury, but they saw the work you put in the improve.

congratulations went around, as did a few drinks, before you went to see lia. she was easy for you to spot in the crowd. your arsenal jersey was a bit loose on her, and she had to be absolutely dying in the heat, but you loved seeing her in your clothes. you felt your heart skip a beat as she turned to you with your nephew in her arms, the toddler clinging to lia just like you did.

"bet you feel like a dunce for being so nervous," your younger brother teased. you tried to reach out and hit him, but your parents quickly put a stop to that.

"not in front of the babies," your mother warned the two of you. both of you looked down at the ground as you mumbled your apologies. "you played lovely today, deary. you've just got to come up home, they're gonna throw a celebration for you at the end of the week at the fish shop."

"i'll be up there mummy," you promised. lia handed your nephew back to your younger brother, the boy whining as you took his spot. you stuck your tongue out at him, laughing as he started huffing and kicking his legs.

"be nice," lia mumbled as she pecked your cheek. "are you going out with the girls tonight?"

"god no, i'm saving my party energy for the fish shop. they get wild there, i'm sure some of the girls will want to come along when i tell them," you told lia. as much as you loved a night out in london, it wasn't the same as bar hopping around in your hometown.

"you can go out. you don't have to stay in because of me," lia said. you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against hers.

"i want to go back home with you. do you know how stupid it feels to be in the city you live in and not be in your own home?" you asked lia. she laughed at the clear look of genuine annoyance on your face. "let me get cleaned up and then take me home?"

"of course, take your time baby. there's no rush, i can go down and congratulate some of our teammates," lia said. you smiled gratefully at her as you raced off to the showers.

…

"i see you redecorated a bit," you said as you pulled lia through your apartment. she hadn't put many things up despite some flowers and mood lighting, well aware that if you did decide that you wanted to bring things to the bedroom, you'd go straight there.

"i also put the nice sheets on the bed," lia told you. you let out a playful gasp, laughing as you picked lia up and carried her over to the bed. lia kept her arms and legs wrapped tight around your body, taking you down to the bed with her.

"whoa!" you exclaimed. lia had rolled you onto your back, pinning you down against the bed beneath her body. you let out a nervous chuckle, something that you always did in this sort of position. lia thought it was adorable that no matter how many times the two of you went to bed together, you always got bashful when she took charge.

"relax, let me take care of you. you've earned yourself quite the reward," lia said. she leaned down and peppered your face in kisses. each of them tickled a little until she reached your mouth. you had been smiling and laughing, and lia took the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

you moaned into the kiss as lia pressed her leg in between yours. everybody always looked at the two of you and expected for you to be the one to push things. they would have been sorely disappointed to learn how wrong they were. you were loud and demanding on the pitch, so it was nice to let go and listen in the bedroom.

"i am so proud of you," lia muttered in between kisses. you focused more on the vibration of her voice against your skin. she had her hands resting on your sides at the top of your ribcage. your shirt was pushed up, revealing your stomach and a few of the faded marks from the last time you had seen lia.

"i wanted to play good for you," you told her. lia's lips curled into a smile. she pushed your shirt up the rest of the way to reveal that you hadn't put a bra back on. you sat up just enough to pull it over your shoulders and throw it onto the ground away from the bed.

"you've been working so hard. i want you to completely relax for me. just let me know when you've had enough," lia said. she waited with her hands hovering over the waistband of your shorts for you to reply. with your consent, lia began to tug your pants down, pulling your underwear along with them.

lia licked her lips as she saw your body splayed out on the bed. there had been a quickie before lia's team was knocked out of the competition, but you hadn't been with lia in what felt like forever. it wasn't that you were addicted to having sex with lia, but you had allowed yourself to get used to being with her at least a few times a week.

"my gorgeous, gorgeous girl," lia whispered against your skin. you followed the trail of her hands with your eyes, only allowing them to flutter shut when she reached the apex of your thighs. lia had you spread out completely beneath her, open and waiting for her to make a move.

you were wet, something that lia could see before she touched you. the excitement from a good game always got you going like absolutely nothing else. your body was physically on edge from the adrenaline, which made you practically twice as responsive to lia's touch. that was her favorite time to tease you, especially when it came with away games and you were just stuck next to her on the bus for a few hours.

"i can't get enough of you," lia told you. she kept a constant gentle praise as her fingers stroked you. lia worked slowly, building you up until you were practically dripping before she slipped a single finger inside of you. you wanted to scream in frustration, but you trusted whatever lia was planning to do to you.

one finger was added to the slow and shallow thrusts, slowly and gently stretching you. lia began to go a little deeper, curling her fingers just where she knew that you liked it. the penetration was enough to have you rutting your hips as you tried to chase your orgasm. lia let you move around, assuming that you had energy to burn still.

"that's it, let me hear you," lia instructed. she dipped her head down, adding her tongue to the mix. lia knew just how to get you screaming without having to physically exhaust both of you in the process. in lia's mind, your body was easy. she had studied it night after night for months now. she spent every moment that she had with you trying to memorize every little detail about you.

"lia, i want to cum. can i cum, please?" tonight wasn't the kind of night where lia would make you beg, but it didn't feel right not to ask first. lia was always a little sweeter with you whenever you did things like seek her permission out. this was no different, and lia kept you on a steady build before giving you her permission.

"cum for me. i want to see you soak the sheets," lia told you. her words were absolutely filthy compared to the sweet and gentle way that lia handled you. she was with you every step of the way. she helped you through the high and was there to keep you steady when the effects of it started to wear off. "if you'd like to go again, we can. i just need to get some things first."

"no, stay right here. i just want to hold you for a minute," you told her. lia moved up to lay in your arms, but not before she kicked her shorts off. she was left in just her underwear and your jersey, which you would have paid anything to get to see every single night of your life.

"you're staring," lia told you. she had been in your arms for nearly two minutes with you just staring down at her. lia expected you to zone out a bit, but she didn't think you'd be that out of it. "do i need to order food now?"

"only if you can do it from bed, but if you have to get up to do it…" you trailed off as you started to play with your hands. lia grabbed your hands and pulled your attention back up to her. "can you take a picture for me? i think i need a new home screen."

"for your eyes only." lia straddled you and placed your phone in your hand. she positioned herself on top of you, allowing for you to get a much better picture than you had expected. "you can just owe me one until i get a few things."

"deal."

[storm-angel989]

Hello ! I saw your Valentino's daughter fics and they're ⭐amazing⭐

Can u request Valentino with a daughter who also has shitty eyesight ( you can pick any scenario but this could be one if main points in the fic)

Thank you💛

As someone who ALSO has super bad eyesight, this was a fun one to write! I hope you enjoy the scenario- and if you're looking for a different vibe, please feel free to request!

Valentino’s biggest frustration with having an elementary aged daughter was parent teacher conferences. And the first one of the school year was always the worst. Year after year, it never failed. His darling wife would conveniently be out of town that week, or working late or for one of the numerous, annoying, yet totally valid reasons, he would end up by himself, with a notebook of discussion points painstakingly written by his wife.

Without her by his side, what should be a friendly discussion about their pride and joy often felt more like a business meeting. He tried so hard to not take offense to her list of improvements, and bit back any snarky response to comments that even hinted that his sweet little girl was anything less than perfect. So much so that he felt the need to distance himself from the start, lest his emotions get the best of him. 

On the flip side, their concerns about their daughter were front and center, to be brought up first before anything else. This year, the headaches were at the top of that list. And the possible cause was enough to make Valentino’s blood boil. 

“Daddy, I have a headache,” his daughter complained once again over breakfast that morning. Like every other occurrence, he took her temperature, gave her some aspirin and sent her off to school. By the time she was picked up, either the headache was gone or it had gotten worse. But with no fever and no other symptoms they could tell, he and his wife wondered if something else was going on at school. 

The very thought made it close to impossible to keep the business facade on. 

As he tried to bite back the potential accusation, he looked around at the empty elementary hallway.  As a rule, Valentino refused to acknowledge the nostalgic feeling that threatened to wash over him. Though he had to admit to himself, no matter how many years had passed, the scent of stale air and dusty chalk still remained the same. 

“Ah, Mr. Valentino. Come on in,” her teacher greeted him with a smile as she stood up from her desk. “I’m Miss. Tyme. It’s nice to meet you- your daughter is truly a delight to have in my classroom.” She led him across the room and gestured to the chair in front of her desk. “Please, take a seat.” 

With her friendly nature and off the bat compliment, he felt his anger slowly recede. Alright, Valentino, he thought to himself, you can do this. You can treat this like every other business meeting. Don’t make it personal. 

He took a seat in the too small chair and looked around at the room. For all of the things hell lacked, a decent schooling system for hellborn children was not one of those things. The classroom itself was bright, cheerful and covered in work clearly done by a group of kindergarteners. 

“Before we get started, do you have any concerns you’d like to address?” Miss. Tyme asked.

“Yes, I do.” He leaned forward. “reader frequently complains of headaches in the morning and after school. My wife and I have received numerous calls from the school nurse about the same issue, so much so we gave written permission for the nurse to dispense tylenol at school. I want to know if there is something going on here that could be causing her to not want to come to school each day. Something going on here that could be causing those headaches.” Even to him, his voice sounded sharp. 

To her credit, Miss. Tyme didn’t flinch. She nodded as she spoke, “I’m glad you brought that up, it’s a topic I wanted to discuss as well. Last week, reader complained of not being able to see the board. I moved her closer and she seemed to be much happier and kept up with the class work. I also noticed she’s been progressively holding her papers and books closer to her face. Have you seen that at all at home?”

Her confidence caught him off guard. He expected her to argue against his insinuation, not politely side step it. 

“Her Uncle Vox does her homework with her. I can ask him,” he replied defensively. 

She nodded, “very good. I would like to suggest you reach out to her pediatrician about her headaches and schedule a vision test. While I’m not a doctor, I have seen students with similar concerns who ended up needing glasses.” 

Valentino stared at her. “Glasses?”

She nodded, “of course it’s only a suggestion. Let’s move onto her academics…” she pulled out a thick file, “your daughter is kind, creative and quite bright. She is a joy to have in class. Take a look at this story she wrote….” 

As Valentino reviewed the work with her teacher, he couldn’t quite shake the nagging feeling that he may have ever so slightly jumped to conclusions. By all the teacher reports, his daughter was well liked, and above average in all subject areas. So where did the headaches fit in? Was she right? Was it vision related? 

Sure,he had glasses, but her mom had perfect eyesight. And when was the last time her pediatrician did a vision test? As soon as the conference was over, and he was safely in the privacy of his limo, he called his wife. After all, every parenting decision they made was done in unison. 

“Vision issues don’t run on my side of the family, but it can’t hurt,” his wife replied after he filled her in on the details. “Schedule her an appointment for this afternoon. She’d be delighted to have some daddy daughter time.” 

Valentino pinched the bridge of his nose, “I can’t just have her come downstairs for this one, mi amore. I actually have to call my ophthalmologist and see if he’ll take her. Or if he can recommend someone who specializes in kids.”

“Like I said Val, it can’t hurt. If not tonight, later this week. Make a day out of it with her, it’s been awhile since either one of us took her out for anything really. And check with Vox and Vel. See if they’ve noticed anything.”

His wife had a point. She spent more time being babysat by Vox or Velvette as of the late with the amount they both needed to be working. It would be nice to actually spend some time with his own daughter. He hung up with his wife and with another phone call, she had an appointment with his eye doctor the next day. Perfect. He texted Vox and Velvette the plan and got a quick response back from both. Vox agreed with the assessment- he had noticed the change in behavior as well. Velvette too, noted that she seemed to be sitting closer and closer to the TV screen. With this knowledge, Valentino sighed. He was certain she would end up with glasses, just like her Papi. 

Later that night, as he helped her change into her pajamas, he told her the plan to keep her home from school the next day. 

“What’s an opthoi…ophi…ophimi…” reader tried to ask. 

"Opthamologist, little one. It’s a doctor that specializes in just checking your eyes,” Valentino replied as he tugged her shirt over her head. He lifted her up onto the bed and covered her up with her blanket before he laid down next to her. “Your teacher noticed you seem to be having a hard time reading the board, so we’re going to have your eyes checked out.,Valentino leaned over and kissed her forehead, “might be why you’re getting such bad headaches all the time.” 

She snuggled into him and buried her face into his side. “Good. Cause my head hurts alot,” she said, “like a lot alot.”

Valentino felt a pang of guilt as he held her. He wished he had thought of this potential cause sooner. Maybe they would already have a reason, and she wouldn’t be in so much pain.

 “I know, bebita, but hopefully this will give us some answers,” he said softly. “Now go to sleep.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“Am I going to need glasses like you?” She looked up at him.

Valentino felt a pang in his heart. “Would that trouble you?” 

She shrugged against him. “I dunno. A little. Only one of my friends has glasses. And what happens if I don’t need glasses, and the headaches keep happening.”

He listened quietly as she unloaded her worries and fears, offering reassurance when necessary and silently rubbed her back as she spoke. Eventually, her voice grew softer and he lifted her onto his chest and laid her head against him. He felt her press her head into his chest and he let out a slow exhale as her eyelids fell shut. 

“Whatever happens, pequeño amor, Papi will be right there by your side the whole time. And we all love you so very much.” He felt her breathing slow and dropped the volume of his voice. “Duerme bebe niña papá está aquí. Sleep, baby girl. Daddy is here. Shush…”

With the weight of her tiny body on top of his chest, he closed his own eyes. Eventually, he would be able to get up and get to his laptop to get a little bit more work done, but for the moment, he was content where he was. 

When she came bounding out of her bedroom that next morning, Valentino had breakfast ready for her. Together they ate blueberry pancakes and giggled over the newspaper comics until it was time for her to get ready. 

“Daddy?” She asked as he tied her sneakers. 

“Yes bebita?”

“My tummy feels funny.”

His head shot up and his eyes met hers. Worry played over her features and Valentino relaxed. He could handle her fears. 

“Butterflies?” He asked with a kiss on her forehead. “Daddy’s got you. Don’t worry, my love. It will be okay, I promise.”

He lifted her up and carried her out to the limo. She sat on his lap and watched out the window as he scrolled through his phone. Never did Valentino ever think that a gold wedding band and his daughter on his lap would be his reality, especially inside this limo. 

Now that he thought about it, he should probably consider an upgrade. Or at least a deep clean. 

As the limo slowed down, she grew quiet. 

“Daddy? Will it hurt?” She asked as he took her hand. 

He smiled, “no, bebita. This is Daddy’s doctor too. I promise you you’re safe.”

The fact alone seemed to reassure her. As they went through the motions of the eye doctor, Valentino watched as his little girl seemed to struggle. His heart sank. He knew what the doctor would say before he said it. 

“Bebita, you can choose any frames you would like,” he said as cheerfully as he could once the doctor broke the news. “And if you can’t find one you like, Daddy will tell Uncle Vox to have them made. But choose one to take home today, okay?”

So she searched. Tried on frames. Valentino quietly set aside ones that might be more practical, and ones that fit her face well. She may not love them because of the color, but it would be good for her to have options. 

“Daddy, I want these!” she said suddenly, thrusting a pair of purple, heart shaped glasses into his hand. “Then I’ll look just like you!” 

He would be lying if he said his heart didn’t melt. 

“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he replied with a kiss on her head. He handed the frames to the doctor who sent them to the back to be put together with her prescription. 

Twenty seven minutes later they walked out, hand in hand, reader beaming in her new glasses. 

“Just like you, Daddy!” She said as she hugged his leg. 

He lifted her up and gave her a kiss on the forehead as he brought her into the limo. 

“Yes conejito, just like Daddy.”

As they pulled away, one final thought flitted through Valentino’s mind. 

Like father, like daughter. And he wouldn’t trade that for anything

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Peace

Eris x reader

Summary: A look into a normal day in the new Vanserra household

Warnings: none

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF ERIS WEEK!!!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys. And thank you to @erisweek2023 for making this happen, you guys are awesome🧡

Once the last of Eris’ advisors left the throne room he relaxed into the chair. He needed a break. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and heard the door open. If the advisors were already back he was going to kill someone.

He opened his eyes and saw you walking toward him. Eris perked up smiling at the sight of you and the babe in your arms.

Your youngest daughter, Bruna, was always so content and smiley, it was just infectious. At only seven months old Bruna knew how to make her papa happy.

“My sweet girls.” Eris holds his arms open ready to embrace you both. He kisses you and looks at the babbling babe as you hand her to him. Eris bounces Bruna in his arms earning giggles from her, giving him a toothless grin.

You smile at them. They were already thick as thieves like he was with your oldest, Orla. You send a wave of love down the bond and Eris looks up at you. His face glowing with happiness.

“Where is my other sweet girl?” As if her ears were burning, your oldest, Orla, pushed into the throne room. Dressed in her training gear with her sword strapped to her back she stops in front of you and Eris. Sketching a bow to you both she breaks into a wide grin laying eyes on her sister. “Hello little sap.”

When you were pregnant Orla called Bruna a little sapling. When she was new to the world and learning her family's voices Bruna always smiled at her nickname. Orla takes her sister from her fathers arms and the girls giggle. Like they knew a secret you and Eris weren’t in on.

Eris wraps an arm around your shoulder as you look at your children. They love each other so much already it makes you both so happy. You know this puts Eris at ease as well. He’s a good father unlike Beron. Eris encouraged love, not competition and hatred, between his two girls.

Orla hands the little sapling to you and turns to her father. “I’m ready when you are papa.” Eris walks back to his throne and pulls his sword from behind the chair. “Let’s go then.” They walk away in sync as Eris straps his sword to his hip.

Orla is 17 now and Eris thought he should attend her combat training. Take the time to teach his daughter everything he knows, not just in politics but in battle. It frightens you to think your girls might one day face a war like you and Eris have seen. You pray to the Mother your children never have to fight.

Cradling Bruna, she pulls at the ends of your hair with her chubby fists. You smile at your babe and coo at her, “Should we go watch Orla and papa, huh?”

You go to stand on the balcony overlooking the courtyard where Eris and Orla train. At the sight of the pair walking out Bruna lets out a high pitched babble. Happy to have her sister and papa within eyesight again.

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Eris draws his sword from its sheath, checking its glint in the afternoon sunlight. Orla stretches out her arms in a warm up the weapons master has walked her through everyday.

He smiled at his daughter. She was becoming a formidable warrior and he wanted to be there with her on this journey.

“So,” Eris started, taking up a fighting stance, “shall we begin?” Orla grinned and took up a mirroring stance as she and her father began circling each other.

Eris noted her foot work was good, but there’s room for improvement.

Orla lunged, striking first. Their swords clashing and sliding off each other. “Good. You saw an opening and took it.” Eris swung and Orla dropped, rolling behind him and kicking the backs of his knees.

He stood, facing Orla, backing up quickly and started circling his first born again. “Do you know why I wanted you to start training?” Orla shook her head still keeping her eyes on her father, watching his every move.

“You are the oldest. Meaning you are a protector. You are your sister's protector.” Orla nodded in agreement. “Do you remember the stories about your grandfather and uncles?” “Yes papa.” The pair continue to circle.

“Then you know why it’s important for you to do this.” Eris moves to strike but Orla blocks quickly. They have a good volley going until Orla spins out, back to the edge of the makeshift ring and paces back and forth.

“Grandfather seemed like a monster.” A breathy laugh escaped Eris as he backed away. If Orla was anything, it was honest. “He’s the reason I’m doing things…differently. You and Bruna are everything to me. I want to be sure you’re both safe and loved.”

They continued their conversations and sparring for hours. You eventually went in to feed Bruna and put her down for a nap. When the pair came back to the family living quarters Eris had his arm around Orla, laughing about something that happened during training.

“Alright you, go clean up. You still have tutoring later.” Orla groaned and headed to her chambers. Once her door shut Eris plopped himself on the couch next to you.

You immediately rest your head on his shoulder, bringing your fingers to trace patterns across his clothed chest.

“Don’t you still have work to do, High Lord?” You ask teasingly. Eris chuckles and rested his head on yours. “Oh my High Lady, I can do whatever I like. And what I'd like to do is spend time with my family.”

Eris leaned back and closed his eyes. You felt him relax, his breathing soft and small smile on his face. You silently reached out to his side of the bond. Eris felt peaceful. You hadn’t felt him this peaceful in years.

You could feel his happiness. The pride he felt for his daughters and you. Leaning up on your knees you peck his cheek and rub your nose against his. “I love you, Er.” Eris pulled you into a tight embrace, taking in your calming scent. “I love you more, y/n. Thank you for everything you’ve given me.” You hug him back tighter until you hear Bruna stirring in her bassinet. You move to go comfort your daughter before she starts crying but Eris puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll get her, fox. You relax.”

As Eris picks up the babe he smiles and coos at her, gently rocking her against his chest. You loved moments like these with your family. They were so rare at the beginning for just you and Eris. Everything happened so fast when Beron passed, then Orla came along a few years later and finally things settled.

You and Eris had found peace together. And if you had to go through all of the hard times to get to right now again, you would.

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Kinktober 6

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: Neteyam absolutely gets a kick out of sensory play. You can't tell me he doesn't. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Olo'eyktan!Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Sensory Play, Blindfold, Finger Sucking

“Are you sure about this?” you ask securing the tie on the makeshift blindfold around your eyes.

“Of course I am. You trust me, right?” Neteyam all but whispers right next to your ear. You suppress the chill that runs through your body enough to nod your head.

For the last couple weeks, Neteyam has been helping you in training your combat skills. It’s been grueling work, but you couldn’t deny that the results were astonishing. You had improved by leaps and bounds since he started working with you.

The thing about working with Neteyam, he’s a very hands-on teacher. He’s not shy about when he needs to touch you to help adjust your form. And maybe you imagined it, but you would swear that from time to time, his hands would linger just a second longer than they maybe needed to. You tried to convince yourself that you were just reading too much into it and it doesn’t actually mean anything. But you were still full of nerves right now being hyper-aware of the touch of his calloused fingertips grazing your skin with your eyesight completely blocked. And his breath on your neck isn’t helping either.

“Relax, paskalin. Just remember what I taught you. Wait and listen.” He says finally backing off of you and leaving you to fine-tune your senses to all your surroundings.

Your ears twitch and flick listening to every little sound around you and your hands clench and relax at your sides waiting to feel any sudden, unnatural change in the air around your body. Waiting for any indication of another living thing coming your way.

With Neteyam being as skilled as he is, you almost miss it. He’s nearly silent in his every move. But since he’s the one training you, you know exactly what to listen for. You had just barely picked up on the sound of his footsteps as he approached you from the front. Your fingers twitch readying themselves to spring into action. A sudden warmth gets closer to your face and you immediately reach out your hand to block whatever it is, but your movement is halted by a much bigger hand grabbing your wrist.

“Not bad, narlor.” Neteyam’s voice rings through your ears while he threads his fingers through yours. Your body heats up feeling him step closer and closer to you. His other hand tilts your chin up so that he can lean his lips in closer to yours. It feels like the only thing you can hear anymore is the sound of your own heartbeat drumming in your ears.

You don’t need to see him to feel how close he is. The rise and fall of his chest is in perfect sync against yours, his breath fans your face, and his lips ghost over yours when he speaks.

“Would you think less of me if I took advantage of this opportunity?”

And now, you feel thankful for the blindfold because you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye while he asks you such a thing. You’re positive that the color staining your cheeks gives you away in case your coiled tail didn’t. The tiny shake you give would have been missed if he hadn’t been practically on top of you right now.

Warmth crashes onto your lips and wakes a fire in your body. Or maybe that’s Neteyam’s other hand that’s moved to hold you by the waist. He sighs into the kiss and by Eywa, did that make your knees feel like jelly. When he pulls you more into his body, you gasp giving him the perfect chance to sneak his tongue into your parted lips.

The squeak you let out is embarrassing to say the least, but it only serves to spur Neteam on even more to explore your mouth. Goosebumps explode over your skin in all the places he touches and your head is feeling dizzy with the taste of berries on his tongue. As quickly as it started, he breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t move away from you. His thumb runs over your lower lip that was now slick from his tongue. Your lips are still slightly parted trying to catch your breath, but Neteyam takes this chance to push his thumb past the barrier of your lips and into your mouth.

Without any instruction, you open your mouth for him tasting the salt on his skin. Normally, you would be much too shy to ever even dream of such things, but something about not being able to see his face has you feeling bold. Maybe it’s because you can’t see yourself so it’s less embarrassing when you start to lick and suck on his fingers. Your hands hold his wrist and you let your tongue explore around and between his fingers making him growl lowly watching you.

Neteyam doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. His eyelids are suddenly too heavy and his tewng is too tight. Finally reaching the limits of his patience, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder.

“Ah! Neteyam what are you doing?” you say feeling your entire world turn on its side.

“Just moving this somewhere more private.” You don’t need to see his face to know that he’s wearing a smirk on his face. You could take the blindfold off now. But where’s the fun in that?

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Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

[mingkismain]

Wrong Ingredient - wooyoung x reader

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an; hi guys! i think i started writing this months ago and i finally had the inspiration to finish it! this was supposed to be a halloween fic if that tells you anything abt how long my creative drought was D: but xoxo hope you freaks enjoy <333

wooyoung x fem!reader

genre; smut

word count; 3,380

warnings/tags; pwp, piv, unprotected sex [don't do that], switch!wooyoung and switch!reader [muahaha], slight overstim for reader [and woo tbh], hair pulling, little bit of aftercare

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Becoming a potion brewer wasn't your end goal once you had left school, but it helped put a roof over your head and pay for your other hobbies. Plus, your abilities had only improved with time which helped your clientele spread out past the town you lived in. Which was how you met Wooyoung, a wizard a little older than you from a few towns over. He was one of your only clients that would make a house visit to pick up an order, you usually just delivered right to the other towns a few times during the week.

Today, Wooyoung had decided to stop in and order instead of writing to you beforehand, which led to him hanging around your place while you worked on his order. He was no different from a house cat, walking around and exploring, getting too close to what you were working on and nearly ruining it.

"Woo for the love of gods please stay to that side of my cauldron! I don't want you knocking any of my ingredients off the shelves! I don't refund if you fuck up your own order!" You huffed, readjusting your hair and getting back to your brewing.

"Alright! Sorry, just nosey, you know I have no idea how any of this works! That's like, the main reason I come see you," he wandered back over to the other side of your brewing room, reading the spines of all your potion creating books.

"It's fine to be curious but too much curiosity and you can end up with a horrible result," you stopped stirring and looked up to face him, "this has to sit and simmer for a little longer. I'm going to run outside and check my request letters. Do not touch what's brewing or you'll be so sorry." He nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes ma'am, I'll stay over here and read your books." He gave you a half salute as you walked up your stairs.

Oh, but of course, he was lying to you.

As soon as he saw you were out of eyesight, he crept over to your cauldron, peering in to see what you had made him. He inhaled and immediately went into a coughing fit.

"Gods this reeks! I can't have this shit sitting in my house, it'll drive all my company away!" He fanned his hand in front of his nose to rid the smell as he scanned your shelves for some aromatic he could sneak in. "Yeah, this'll do," he reached for a bottle you had labeled 'red ginseng' and carefully plucked it from your shelf. He had no idea how much to add, but surely a handful of this stuff would rid his potion of that awful smell. Wooyoung poured a handful [and whatever spilled out of his hand] into the mixture and watched it to make sure he didn't blow your house up.

Thankfully he didn't, but he changed the color of the potion by mistake, what was once a bright blue, now made a dull brownish hue. Wooyoung frantically scanned your shelves for something to fix his stupid mistake, surely you had something that could reverse something as simple as a color change??

There was something that caught his eye, on your bottom shelf, tucked away in the back was a bottle with the label peeling off, but from what he could read, it seemed promising.

"Hmm.. 'use in only your most dire of situations' or, something like that." He shrugged, surely that's what the barely there label said. He didn't have much time to think about it as he heard your front door close. He ran back to the cauldron, dumping the rest of the contents of the bottle into it and quickly stirring with the spoon you'd left out. He tucked the bottle into his inner pocket and ran back to your bookshelf just as your footsteps were heard on the stairs.

You squinted at him as you reached the bottom of the staircase, "I really didn't think you'd listen, I thought for sure you would blow my house up."

He chuckled weakly as he flipped randomly through one of your books, "yeah of course I would listen to you! Wouldn't want my order to get messed up like you said," he kept his eyes down at the book as you walked over to your cauldron.

"This should be done now, I'm gonna give it a quick taste test," you took your cauldron off the heat, grabbing your spoon and bringing some of the finished product to your lips, slowly sipping as it was still so hot. Right away something seemed off to you, "strange," Wooyoung moved his eyes to watch you, "Woo, you ordered just a food enhancing potion right?" He nodded. "Can you come taste this? It tastes different from the other batches I've made for you."

He cautiously got up, coming right next to you as you lifted your spoon to his mouth. Taking as much as you did, he spoke after a moment, "yeah it's sort of off, I guess."

You squinted your eyes for a second before realizing and whacking him on the arm with your spoon, "you idiot! I knew you did something to this! What did you add?!"

He backed up, attempting to run from your swings, "nothing bad! Just something to make it smell better! Ow!"

"Woo!" *thwack!* "That's what I was going to do after it was done simmering!" *thwack!* "Show me exactly what you put in here!" *thwack!*

He walked around you as you stood with your spoon still in hand and pointed to the jar of red ginseng.

"And how much did you put in?"

He shrugged, "about a handful? Give or take."

You walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a little, "dude, when I say to not fuck with my stuff I mean it! Red ginseng is an aphrodisiac! Now we have to wait for this shit to run its course!" As you continued to shake him, something fell out of his robe and rolled onto the floor. You stopped and bent down to pick it up, you eyes nearly falling out of your head when you saw what it was.

You took a few deep breaths, "Wooyoung, I swear on all my mothers, did this come from my shelf too?"

He tried to take a few steps away but you grabbed his arm, tightly. "It might have....."

If you knew any of the spells to instantly kill someone surely your first victim would be Wooyoung.

You took another deep breath in, "Woo, did it ever occur to you that maybe this bottle was in the way back of my shelf for a reason? That maybe it's a little stronger than most of my ingredients?"

He shook his head no.

"Woo. Maybe if you had taken the time to try and read the barely there label, you would've seen that it says 'use in only your most desirable situations'. This is a very strong aphrodisiac! So not only did you add one aphrodisiac, you added another, ridiculously strong aphrodisiac to that! So now we are actually going to have to suffer while waiting for this to wear off!"

He went over to the chaise lounge chair you had by your bookcase and sprawled out on it, "alright look, we just have to wait it out. How bad could that be?"

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Turns out it was really, really bad.

You began to count the stones on the floor to distract yourself from the worsening symptoms. Nothing was working. Every time you got to five or six your brain would reroute to all of the nasty things Wooyoung could do to you. You had to keep shaking your head to reset your thoughts but things kept getting worse and worse. As time went on and you tried to wait it out, you kept moving your eyes from the floor to Wooyoung’s hands, to the seam where his pants met, mind drifting to wondering how big his cock might be, if he knew how to use it, what he sounds like. You could feel your skin growing hotter, face starting to flush, more dirty thoughts were starting to crowd your brain. Your vision was about to go when Wooyoung called your name,

"How long can this go on?"

You met his eyes, "I'm really not sure, I've never had this happen before."

He began to crawl forward on the lounge, "well, what if we did something to help get rid of the symptoms?"

Your head was already starting to get foggy, without thinking you started to crawl towards him, "and what should we do?"

You met him at the edge of the lounge chair, nose to nose, lips just barely touching. He turned his head so he could whisper in your ear, “I think we should fuck each others' brains out, on this chair, until the symptoms wear off. And maybe even after they wear off I'll continue to make you feel good, yeah?"

Your breathing hitched and you swore he could hear your heartbeat, he turned back to meet your eyes and you leaned in to grab him in a deep kiss, crawling up to lean back on the chair with him under you.

"Aw, pretty girl wants me to make her feel good? That what you want?"

You whimpered and nodded your head quickly. The aphrodisiacs were putting your body into overdrive, rendering you unable to think about anything other than getting this man inside of you. You were grabbing at anything you could reach, shrugging his robe off his shoulders, followed by yours hitting the ground; soon it was a frenzy of fabrics flying around the room until you were both naked. In the mess of taking clothes off, you two had switched positions on the couch, you were now lying under Wooyoung, which gave him perfect access to your entire body. His lips began kissing and sucking and biting all over your neck, leaving small hickies that would surely darken as he continued. His hands wandered all over, unable to find a spot to rest. From groping your ass, to moving up and grabbing your tits, flicking and tweaking your nipples as he moved. His lower half wouldn’t stay still either, his cock constantly grinding against your bare pussy, making you leak onto the lounge and only aiding in making you feel like your skin was on fire. His lips continued biting and licking at your neck, moving up to your ear and lightly biting it, letting go to whisper, “what do you need babe? tell me what you want.”

You sighed and moaned, trying to hold on to the last bit of sanity you had, “fuck me Woo please, please I need you so badly right now I’ll do whatever you want just please get inside of me.”

He moved his head so he could see your face, dropping one of his hands down low so he could line up with your entrance, watching your face change as he guided the tip of his cock up and down your slit, hitting your clit each time, making you moan and groan as frustration started to build up. He grinned, “what’s the matter baby? can’t wait? that desperate to have me?”

You sighed as he bumped your clit again, “yes I don’t know how you aren’t! Please just get inside of me—” he finally pushed into you, cutting off your train of thought as he bottomed out inside of you. You hadn’t gotten the chanced to really look at how big he was, but from the stretch you could tell he was decently big, enough to make you drop your jaw and let your legs fall to either side of him. He locked eyes with you and flashed a wicked grin as he continued to push into you. You turned your head to the side, unable to hold the very intimate eye contact with him. Just as you felt him fully sheathe himself inside of you, he groaned and whispered into your ear, “if I had known you felt this good, I would have fucked with my order much sooner."

You had no idea how his brain wasn't as foggy as yours right now, the aphrodisiacs rendering you nothing more than a mumbling, moaning mess underneath him. Your hands against his back, dragging your nails down the expanse of it was your last ditch effort to try and stay on Earth.

He started to pound into you, strong arms caging you in on either side of your head. Eventually, one of his hands found its way down your body and to your clit, lightly rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the added stimulation, not too far away from climax, Wooyoung picked up on that and kept the same pace, but leaned down towards your ear to continue whispering absolute filth to you.

"Come on pretty girl, I know it's right there just come for me."

"You're taking me so well, such a good girl."

Your orgasm hit you so quickly you didn't have time to register it even happening at first, hitting you so hard your back arched off the lounge, Wooyoung sealing your lips in a kiss as he continued to fuck you through it. After you came down, he pulled out,

"I'm not done with you, think you have the energy to get on top?"

You shook your head yes, and he flipped you two over, you now sitting right above his achingly hard cock, lining it up with your entrance and sinking down with a hiss. Wooyoung moaned loudly at the new position. You began to bounce your hips up and down, the lounge slightly creaking under you two. You sat up a bit so you could look at the man under you, an idea popping into your head immediately. You snaked your hand up to the column of his throat and gave a light squeeze at the sides, earning a gasp and another moan from Wooyoung.

You flashed a wicked grin at him now, "aw does that feel good? I had a feeling you would like that." You added a little more pressure to his neck and bounced with more vigor on his cock.

He looked up at you and whimpered, "yes, yes I fucking love it please don't stop." He gripped your hips tightly, likely bruising them in the process, encouraging you to keep at the pace you had set.

All that could be heard throughout your house were the sounds of creaking from the lounge you two were on, and combined moans from the both of you. You could tell that he was getting close from the way his whimpers got higher.

You released your hand from his neck, opting to pull at his hair lightly as you bent down to whisper in his ear, "come on pretty boy, I want you to come for me, give it to me."

He started to buck his hips up into you, rapidly chasing his high. Your second orgasm wasn't too far behind, you took your hand out of his hair and reached back down to rub your clit, trying to finish nearly at the same time as him. His moans grew so rapid and desperate, you knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Your second climax came with a blurring vision and ringing in your ears, moaning so loudly as you came around him for the second time. Shivering and shaking as he pulled out of you and finished on your chest and stomach, moaning and groaning as he rode out his high.

You both sat there for a moment catching your breath, trying to register if the aphrodisiacs had finally worn off yet. You still had this buzzing feeling on your skin, groaning with frustration.

Wooyoung sat up on his elbows and looked up at you, "do you still feel it too?"

You huffed, "yes. I thought that would have fixed it."

He laughed as he flipped you two back over, "let me see if this will help."

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he got down onto his knees, face right in line with your still throbbing clit. He licked a long, painfully slow stripe up your slit, causing you to loll your head back and let out a low groan, already feeling close again.

Your hands found purchase in his hair, lightly tugging at it to encourage him to continue. He groaned at the sensation, sending vibrations through your body, giving you chills down your spine.

He continued to lick and suck at your clit, adding his fingers, curling them into you. You gripped tighter onto his hair, feeling like you could tip over the edge at any second.

Before you could get there, he stopped and sat up, earning a whine from you.

He took your legs off his shoulders, "get on your hands and knees, I want to be inside of you again."

You happily complied and flipped over, wiggling your ass a little at him, earning a slap on your cheeks. You let you another loud moan as he lined up and entered you with ease, beginning to fuck you into the lounge again.

The sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard throughout your house as he pounded into you, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep you from sliding down. Your orgasm from before already creeping up on you, Wooyoung decided to snake one of his hands up your back and into your hair, pulling you so your back was flush with his chest.

From this angle you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot inside of you that was about to send you over the edge, he brought you closer by your hair and started to kiss and bite your neck, making you moan loudly. He chuckled as he let up on you, admiring his work of purples, blues, and a little bit of red that now adorned your neck. He moved up a little more to bite your ear, and that, combined with his thrusts and his grip on your hair, was enough to send you toppling over the edge again, making you nearly scream at the sensation. He left kisses along your cheek, jawline, and neck as you continued to ride your high.

"Think you can hang in there a little more? I'm so close baby." He loosened his grip on your hair, letting you fall forward onto your elbows.

"Yeah give it to me, come for me again, Woo." He moaned and picked his pace back up again, focusing on his orgasm as you laid there and took it.

He gave you a couple more hard thrusts before he was pulling out again, finishing on your back this time. You let your hips fall as he stood up, both of you taking in deep breaths.

You weakly stood up, now very aware of how sticky you felt. You huffed, "I think that finally did the fucking trick, I'm exhausted but I absolutely need a shower before I lay in my bed."

He laughed at the state of you, "yeah. Definitely. Sorry about that, let me help you." He guided you up your stairs and to your bathroom, keeping a hand on your waist as he turned your shower on, making sure the temperature was alright. He pulled back the shower curtain and allowed you to step in, following in behind you.

Once you both were cleaned off he turned the faucet off and guided you to your bedroom, helping you get dressed as you offered him something to wear.

You looked up at him as you crawled into bed, "you coming?"

He stared at you, "are you sure?"

You laughed, "of course I am! I'm not just going to let you go home after all of that!" He smiled as he crawled into bed, snuggling up behind you.

"Of course, I also want to make sure that the effects really, truly wore off, you know?''

You heard him chuckle behind you, "Oh yeah, of course."

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an; hehehe hope you guys like this one :D lmk what else you wanna see from me! also this was cross-posted onto my AO3 account

[elslittlestories]

First prompt of Neurodivergent Tech week is "Cadet Batch" so enjoy this little snippet of a fanfiction I've been thinking about for ages but can't get going... Plus a cute companion fanart of baby Tech ans baby Wrecker 🥰

AZ let the next batch of children in and I hurried to them. Five clones stood in a messy line. They had already lost most of their childish roundness. Soon, their batch would be ready to move out to the next building and start proper training.

“Nurse Dita, look!” one of the boys called out enthusiastically, pointing at a mingle of wire and leds on the side of his face.

I sighed, more amused than annoyed. This was very typical of Tech.

“Honey, what did we say about messing with your glasses?”

“Technically, I am improving them! I can record what I see now,” Tech bragged. “Would you like to know how I did it?”

“Ugh, nobody cares!” shouted another kid, which earned him to be shoved by Wrecker, an unusually large boy standing next to him.

It took me a moment to get the children to calm down. While AZ began their blood sampling, I kneeled in front of Tech.

“I do care. I need to check the evolution of your eyesight today, you can tell me all about it then.”

He grinned, shifting on his feet with excitement. Next to him, Wrecker was making a face and closing his eyes as the medical droid reached him and asked that he hold out his hand. I moved toward him, produced a blue bandage from my pocket and placed it over the boy’s hand where the droid just withdraw blood. There was no need for it, there was barely a mark on his skin, but it never failed to make hum feel better. The box of Band-Aids wasn’t provided by the Kaminoans, obviously.

“There you go, Big boy.”

“Whoa!” he marveled, “I never had a blue one before!”

I ruffled his short hair, made sure the samples were all secured in the tray, data from the scans already popping up on the screen of thé workstation, and allowed the kids to leave.

“Except you, honey.”

Tech didn’t need to be told to stay, he was already sitting at the optical bench, his glasses in his hands, legs bouncing with anticipation. I chuckled and got starter on the scanner as Tech began his exposé...

[rebeccathenaturalist]

How Nature Makes Us Feel Better

A shiny new study just came out detailing nature’s restorative effects, specifically on children and adolescents. It’s an in-depth literature review that not only demonstrates the effectiveness of nature as a therapeutic tool, but supports the future use of standardized measures to make the study of ecopsychology, ecotherapy and similar practices more scientifically rigorous. The study is just the latest in a long line of research showing how nature makes us feel better.

Earlier this year, I wrote an article on nature’s effects on the brain. Mobile EEGs are able to record changes in the brain as study participants spend time outdoors, and multiple studies use their readings. This is an example of a more quantitative approach to studying the restorative effects of nature, in which certain metrics can be measured reliably over and over again.

But what, exactly, happens when nature makes us feel better? Let’s look at some of the measurable effects. (Note: I drew from a previous article of mine from several years ago for the following material, though it was a great opportunity to check in on more recent research.)

Physical Ways Nature Makes Us Feel Better

Increased Immune Function: This extensive literature review shows that time spent in nature improves immune function on a variety of levels. Studies show how time in nature can increase the number of white blood cells that help fight infection and other ailments: in senior citizens after exercising, and after forest bathing.

Improved Vision: Children are less likely to develop myopia (near-sightedness) when they spend more time outside. This study suggests that dopamine is a key player in this phenomenon. A literature review further supports the connection between eyesight and outdoor time.

Lower Blood Pressure: A 2020 study suggests that exposure to the UV light in sunshine can lower blood pressure. So can thirty minutes of outdoor activity (along with lowering symptoms of depression.) Forest bathing was shown to lower blood pressure in older people in a 2012 study. This study posits that nature’s effect on blood pressure may be accomplished through calming the sympathetic nervous system.

Improve Socioeconomic Conditions: Decreasing poverty is an incredibly important part of increasing intergenerational mobility in socioeconomically disadvantaged people. This 2019 study suggests that access to greenspace can reduce the chance of poverty by boosting creativity, emotional regulation, and academic performance. Another study links boosts in creativity with forest bathing, one particular use of greenspace. Moreover, greenspaces can also lower crime rates, another significant factor in improving conditions in disadvantaged communities.

As if all that wasn’t enough, this massive, comprehensive literature review has evidence that time in nature can not only lower blood pressure and resting heart rates, but also reduce the chances of heart disease, diabetes, and overall mortality. Speaking of mortality, here’s a study looking at how greenspace in particular can lower mortality in a stable community. And another one looking at lower mortality rates in urban areas with greenspace. And in case you thought that the effects of outdoor exercise was all about the exercise and not the setting, here’s one showing that mortality rates are lower when people specifically walk in greenspace.

Psychological Ways Nature Makes Us Feel Better

Reduced Rumination: Psychological rumination is basically when your mind gets stuck on some worry, painful memory, or other negative thoughts. It’s commonly associated with anxiety and depressive disorders. Unlike meditation or problem-solving thoughts, rumination doesn’t actually help a person make any changes to their distress, and may actually make it worse, like incessantly poking at a bruise.

Time in nature has been shown to reduce rumination in study participants. A 2021 study demonstrates that spending a dedicated amount of time in nature each week significantly reduces rumination as well as negative affect (in other words, a bad mood.) You don’t need to spend hours out there, though; a half an hour may be enough to see a difference. It needs to be actual nature, though, as this 2018 study shows; people who viewed a slideshow of nature photos did show an improvement in affect, but no reduction in rumination.

Cognitive Function: Time in nature can help sharpen our mental capacity in a number of ways. This thorough, multidisciplinary literature review explores several of the ways nature is restorative, and also suggests some ways to further categorize these effects to increase consistency in future research. Hospitals that have significant greenspaces are easier to navigate due to improved spatial awareness, mood, and other factors. Cognitive performance can even be boosted simply by listening to the sounds of nature. Working memory may be improved through time spent in nature. Time outside can counteract attention fatigue, that feeling when your mind is so tired you just can’t focus. Can’t get outside? Even looking out a window can improve attention. And it may only take a very short period of time to start getting positive cognitive effects.

Stress Reduction: Stress can seriously strain cognitive functioning, from attention to memory and more, never mind overall mental well-being. So reducing stress is a good idea all around. A twenty minute walk in nature was shown to lower levels of cortisol, a stress-related hormone. A 2022 study compared the activity of the amygdala–sort of the brain’s panic button–before and after time spent in nature. The amygdala was much less active after a walk outside. Most studies have participants engage in a specific activity over a set amount of time and often in the same location to help remove confounding variables. However, a 2019 study that allowed participants to set their own parameters for where and when they would have their nature experiences showed that they still had significant drops in cortisol after being outside.

A Healthier Environment: Workers who are able to look out on a greenspace fare better than those who don’t. While virtual reality greenspaces can contribute some benefit, it’s better to go with the real deal, and the more biodiversity, the better. As mentioned earlier, hospitals with greenspace not only improve cognitive performance, but they’re also more pleasing to staff and patients alike. This literature review supports the therapeutic value of healing gardens in hospitals. (Note: These studies often cover both physiological and psychological benefits of greener built environments.)

A Sense of Awe: Nature inspires us to experience deep feelings of awe, which has been shown to improve mental well-being in multiple demographics. This transcendent experience can be incredibly healing and formative. Even better, the experience of feeling awe in nature can lead to more eco-friendly behavior by making people feel more connected to the natural world.

Soft Fascination: This is a term coined by researchers Rachel and Stephan Kaplan to refer to the more relaxed, organic way our attention flows when we are in a nature-dominated environment as opposed to a largely artificial one. A 2019 study demonstrates that it simply takes less mental effort for us to view natural scenes. We also find spending time in nature to be more restorative than watching TV for the same reasons. Also, for the fun of it, here’s a neat study exploring the intersection of soft fascination, sense of humor, and mental well-being.

Resilience: Social distancing due to the COVID-19 pandemic prompted studies on how nature can increase resilience, including this one on urban nature, and another on adolescents’ mental well-being.

Studies showing the benefits of nature are just one step in making use of nature’s restorative properties. One of the themes you’ll run into again and again when exploring this topic is that greenspace is most definitely not evenly distributed, especially in urban areas. Wealthy and privileged communities have disproportionately greater amounts of greenspace compared to socioeconomically disadvantaged ones, which makes the issue of mental health and nature based therapy a social justice issue.

Moreover, many natural places are not accessible to disabled people. A significant lack of infrastructure to get disabled people to these spaces, and then allowing them to explore them as extensively as non-disabled people, means that there is a serious disparity. While there are efforts toward equality in this area as well, there is still plenty of room for improvement.

Finally, nature should not only exist for our benefit, but for its intrinsic value independent of our human agendas and biases. While personal restoration and rejuvenation are certainly good things to enjoy whenever we get the opportunity to go outside, and we shouldn’t feel any guilt or shame for how nature makes us feel better, I think it is very important that we not take our greenspaces for granted, and work to make sure they are preserved and restored for generations to come.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[corruptedcaps]

The Necklace

Staring at the glimmering necklace in my hand, a wave of conflicting thoughts sweeps over me. It's Claire's old necklace, the one she used to become an evil bitch. She lost it weeks ago and has since been nothing but nice to everyone but how did it turn up in my locker? The magic it holds is undeniable, promising beauty and popularity beyond my wildest dreams. But the whispers in my mind, the warnings I've read about its evil power, are equally strong.

I've always been the dorky, book-loving girl in the background. The one who's invisible to everyone except when they want help with their homework. Plain old Izzy. And now, this necklace, this cursed artifact, offers me the chance to change everything. To finally be noticed, to have the admiration I've secretly craved.

Yet, a gnawing feeling deep within me reminds me how the necklace twisted Claire, turned her into someone cruel and heartless. Is the allure of popularity worth sacrificing my kindness, my integrity? Can I really trust that the necklace won't change who I am at my core?

I imagine a future where I wear the necklace, where people look at me in awe, where I'm the center of attention. The thought sends a thrill down my spine, but it's immediately followed by the image of the necklace's dark aura, slowly seeping into my very being, altering me in ways I can't even comprehend.

As I hold the necklace, my heart races with the weight of my decision. The choice before me feels monumental, a crossroads that could forever define who I become. Do I dare risk my soul for a taste of the life I've always envied? Or do I stay true to myself, even if it means remaining in the shadows?

Taking a deep breath, I make up my mind. With the necklace dangling from my hand, I convince myself that I can withstand its dark influence. I've always prided myself on my strength of will, my determination to stay true to my values. Surely, I can resist the allure of its darkness.

As I fasten the clasp and the necklace rests against my skin, a strange warmth envelops me. I glance into the mirror and see my reflection, watching in awe as my appearance begins to change. My features become more refined, my skin seems to glow, and my eyes sparkle with an otherworldly radiance.

My hair lightens, my skin clears any imperfections, my eyesight improves enough to take off my glasses. The necklace is weaving its magic, transforming me into someone I never thought I could be. I'm beautiful. People will notice me now. The excitement courses through me, filling me with an intoxicating mix of emotions.

But even as I admire the changes, a whisper of power creeps into my thoughts. I can feel a subtle shift in my thoughts. It's like a door creaking open to a realm I've never ventured into before. Images flash in my mind—scenes of power, dominance, and control. Dark thoughts creep in, almost as if they're whispered by a sinister presence.

I see myself walking through the school hallways, a confident smirk on my lips and a hand on my hip. My steps are purposeful, and my gaze is unwavering as I pass by groups of students. But it's not the old me anymore. It's a version of myself that takes pleasure in wielding authority, relishing in the fear and admiration that radiate from those around me.

I imagine myself confronting Claire with a newfound confidence. No longer am I the timid girl she once tormented; now, I'm the one asserting dominance. Cruel words drip from my lips, cutting deep and leaving wounds that never fully heal. The thrill of having the upper hand, of finally exacting revenge, sends shivers of excitement down my spine and begins to make my pussy wet.

In this dark vision, I witness myself manipulating situations, exploiting others' weaknesses, and watching them bend to my will. It's a power I've never experienced before, and it both fascinates and terrifies me. The allure of being feared and respected is undeniable, even if it comes at the cost of my own compassion.

Yet, as the images unfold, a twinge of guilt tugs at my conscience. I remember the friends who stood by me, the moments of kindness that defined who I used to be. The darkness that this necklace carries becomes more palpable, a heavy fog that clouds my judgment and distorts my sense of morality. As I grapple with these thoughts, I realize that the necklace's power isn't just changing my appearance—it's testing the very core of who I am.

As my inner struggle intensifies, a strange sensation ripples through me, starting from the necklace and radiating outward. It's as if the necklace itself is responding to my wavering thoughts, amplifying its influence over me. My heart races as I feel an undeniable surge of energy coursing through my veins.

I glance into the mirror, and my breath catches in my throat as I witness even more of its transformative power unfolding before my eyes. My hair, already lightened, shimmers with newfound luster. It's as if each strand has been kissed by starlight, catching the light in a mesmerizing dance of colors. It’s thicker and blonder than any girl I know.

My lips, once soft and unassuming, are now plumper, more inviting, a shade of deep crimson that demands attention. They part slightly as if inviting someone to come closer, to be captivated by the allure that now emanates from me. I can’t help thinking to myself that they would look perfect wrapped around a big cock.

My nails, delicate before, now gleam and standout. They're longer, perfectly manicured, and adorned with a shade of pink that is sure to standout. My mind wanders as I look at them imagining how good it would feel to click my fingers and have loyal betas fall in line behind me.

As I take in the full image, I can hardly believe my eyes. My breasts, once modest, now boasts a fuller and more captivating shape. They inflate bigger than even Claire used to have, snapping my B cup bra causing it to fall out of my shirt to the ground. They are large and perky and somehow defy the laws of gravity. I’ll never need a bra again I think to myself with a satisfied smirk.

Even my clothes seem to shift in response to the transformation. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure in ways I never thought possible. There's an undeniable air of elegance and allure about the ensemble.

In this moment of dazzling beauty, I'm faced with an even greater inner conflict. The temptation to fully embrace this newfound power tugs at me, but the warnings of the necklace's malevolence are stronger than ever. As I stand on the precipice of a new identity, I'm forced to confront the reality that the necklace's allure may come at a cost that I'm not prepared to pay.

As I stand before the mirror, my transformed self radiating an otherworldly allure, a wicked grin slowly spreads across my lips. The rush of power surges through me, and I revel in it, savoring every delicious moment. The doubts that once plagued my mind are now nothing more than distant echoes, drowned out by the intoxicating allure of the necklace's malevolent magic.

Gone are the days when I would be the unnoticed, the overlooked. No longer will I be the victim, the one pushed around and tormented. Now, I am the embodiment of beauty and power, the queen of this pathetic school. The world shall bow before me, and I shall command it with an iron will.

My eyes meet their reflection in the mirror, and they blaze with a newfound fire. No longer timid or uncertain, they now hold the gaze of a goddess, a ruler of destinies. I run my fingers through my shimmering hair, reveling in its silken texture, each strand a testament to my transformation from the shadows to the spotlight.

With a confident sway of my hips, I saunter across the room, the fabric of my clothes caressing my curves as I move. Every step I take exudes an air of superiority, of arrogance, as if I am destined to rule and dominate. I relish in the attention that this new persona commands, the way eyes follow my every movement, captivated by the force of my presence.

I raise my hand and admire my nails, now long and sharp, symbolizing my newfound power. They are a symbol of my ascendancy, of my transition from the sidelines to the throne. The darkness that once whispered the temptation of power now sings a triumphant melody in my ears, reassuring me that I am the embodiment of its desires. Letting me know that I sought me out.

I am no longer the girl who hides in the shadows, who cowers in the face of adversity. I am the embodiment of beauty and power, and I will take what is rightfully mine. The world will remember my name, and they will bow before my magnificence. They will learn to serve the wicked Isabella.

[rosen-dovecote]

I got to see a Sunshower today. Y'all have no idea how huge that is for me. I literally haven't been able to see anything but, like, big fat rain in ages, my eyesight's been too bad even with glasses. But now that we've got my script up to near 20/20 ... I literally saw the tiny little misty raindrops today. My Husband who does have 20/20 vision could barely see them! I'm so happy.

It's the same kind of feeling when I got my Hearing Aids and could hear the Cicadas again ... I love getting (improved) disability aids and having the world re-open to me again. I've missed it so much.

As an aside: I've also gotten to watch the Hummingbirds quite a lot this week. The interloper has managed to sneak a few fills from the feeder without being noticed by our resident Black-Chinned, and so we've gotten to see both of them quite a lot. We're starting to actually be able to tell the two of them apart based on mannerisms and flight directions, at this point. I still can't tell them apart physically, however. I suspect they're both Black-Chinned females.

[thegirlwondcr]

closed thread w/@cxpedcrusxder

She took after her dad, repressing her own emotions.

It was like this week was the worst week of her life. She failed her history test, something she had no clue how to tell Bruce. Her favorite musical artist suddenly announced their retirement. Her soccer team had the audacity to suddenly make her a sub instead of the forward of the team. It suddenly there was a null in training; she felt like she was learning nothing useful out of the sessions and was doing anything but improving. Now she was missing half of her hits on some rando. The world was ending in her eyes.

"This is so stupid!" The teen exclaimed as she ripped her mask off. She didn't care how many rules that violated. How much danger she was in. "I hate this! I hate being Robin!" No, she could not wait another five minutes until the thug was out of eyesight. She could not take another minute of failing to fight off some random thug; it was embarrassing. All this was doing was reinforcing how terrible her week was. Nothing was working out.

[msviolacea]

Thoughts on a very strange week. tw for discussion of death inside, mostly just introspection and babbling here.

It's still mostly unreal. You don't expect someone in their mid-40s to just drop dead at home. She had some fairly serious health issues, but it felt more like the "here are some really sucky things you'll have to live with for the next few decades," not ... this.

I knew Janine for what is, this year, exactly half of my life. Fandom brought us together, but after I recommended her for a job at the dysfunctional old office, that turned into more than two decades of professional camaraderie on top of friendship. I hadn't been as close to her as I was after we both left the old job, even after she ended up working at my new job, but by that point she felt like extended family. Someone who's always there, who you can pick up with at any point, who remembers all your weird family bullshit and strange personal quirks.

We always had music in common - music brought us together, and music ended up being the way we interacted outside of work more often than not. The last time I spent any time out of the office with her was last year, when she called and offered me her spare Matt Nathanson ticket, so we went and spent a Saturday afternoon singing and laughing at that new-ish venue up by the Twins stadium, then hanging out on the sidewalk afterwards for an hour, just catching up on all the things you don't talk about at work. I told her that she needed to come see our new house. She said that she'd love to, if the transportation worked out. (Her retinopathy was slowly stealing her eyesight, and had gotten to the point where she didn't feel comfortable driving in anything less than good light.)

She wasn't in the best friend tier, but she was in the family tier. And losing her feels like this weird numb void right now.

They did an informal gathering at the office yesterday, and I'm glad I went, because it showed me how much of an effect she'd had, now that she was in a department that allowed her to shine at the things she was good at. There's a whole cadre of 20-something research coordinators who just lost their "work mom," and are devastated. She knew who coached their old high school sports team, who watched the same reality TV as she did, who had medical issues that needed tending and who had kids getting over the latest school virus. She fussed over everyone, laughed with everyone, and was everyone's most enthusiastic cheerleader. (Everyone except herself, that is.) She entertained everyone with tales of her nieces and nephews and great-nieces and great-nephews, gossip and drama from the community theater troupe she worked with, and stories about her trips to visit friends and see concerts across the country.

She wasn't always cheerful. She had family issues, like many of us, and she never did find someone to share her life with and have kids with the way she wanted. She was high-strung when contending with the unknown in her professional life, though it seems that improved at least a bit in her current role - we all improved once we were out of that shitty office with its mold and self-important nurses who never left high school gossip behind. She was complicated and sometimes frustrating, but she had so much love to give everyone, and the enthusiasm to share that love wherever she went.

But now she's gone. And the world is a little dimmer for it.

After yesterday's gathering, I'm taking two life lessons away, things I'm going to work hard to remind myself of and put into practice in my own life. One, do the things you want to do, the things that are important to you, now. There's never enough time, and you don't know when yours will end. And two, expressing your interest in someone else's life is never the wrong move. There are sometimes when you live too much here on the internet where people try to convince you that reaching out to others is actually an imposition, because there's a weird philosophy that the only polite thing to do in this world is to leave everyone alone until they explicitly say they're interested in you. But that's bullshit. I sat there yesterday and listened to a bunch of people who were so, so grateful that Janine had made herself a part of their lives, large or small, and will remember her kindness and attention in some way for a very, very long time to come. Hell, I'm one of them. And to honor her, I'm going to try to come out of my introvert shell just a tiny bit more and try to be that light to someone else more often, when I have an extra spoon or two to spare.

I feel very odd this week. Odd, and emotionally drained, and not quite all mentally here. Death isn't a stranger to me, but that doesn't mean it doesn't punch me in the gut every time it comes calling.

Anyway. If you read this far, do me a favor - go listen to your favorite 80s or 90s boy band, or your favorite Broadway musical (especially Wicked), or your favorite boy-with-guitar singer-songwriter, and send a thought out into the universe for a woman you probably never met, but who deserves to be remembered anyway, even if it's just for the length of a song.

[happilychaengs]

nayeon - love foolish

a/n: this is my longest fic and one of the fics that i've put too much effort into that i'm not so proud but it'd be a big waste of time to not post it. this was an attempt at something new but if anyone doesn't like it or something to improve let me know

Pairing: coworker nayeon x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 4,033

angst? fluff? idk how to describe it

It's Monday, the start of a new week, and as you looked out the window, onlooking onto the people below, you stop to think that you should not have to work extra hours especially when it was the days following up to Christmas where everyone's taken the week off. Though with the shortage of new workers coming in and continued work piling up on your desk, you quickly realized you should've quit when you had the chance. Tugging at your scarf, your almost frost-bitten fingers fiddled with your ID card as you scanned it and quickly made your way through the foggy glass doors.

Making your way through the office, the only sound you could hear was the rhythmic sounds of your shoes against the tile floor but not long after, you heard... humming. As you stuck your head around the corner, you saw your cubicle buddy, Nayeon, bobbing her head up and down, humming along to the... office music.

You let out a sigh of disappointment as you figure out you weren't the only one working extra hours and the fact that it was her that was here with you made it even worse. She was infuriatingly annoying. Always pestering you for you to help her finish her assignments and to go drink with her whenever you had the free time. (Which you haven't once accepted) How she hasn't been fired yet is a miracle to you.

(Sadly) she heard you as she turned around on her swivel chair and spotted you, quickly waving and smiling at you. "Good morning Y/N!"

"Morning." you dryly replied before making your way to your desk and turning your monitor on.

"Did you finish that assignment that HR gave last week?" She whispered to you, her lips pursed as she leaned over to look at your screen.

Humming in response, you took out your earbuds and stuck them in your ears which she didn't take kindly to. You could hear her distasteful groan as you felt your earbuds being pulled right out.

"Come on! It's just the two of us in the office today, why'd you put your earbuds in?"

Did you really want to answer that? "Because..." You thought about it. You should break the bad news to her, "you're annoying Nayeon."

Her lips parted as she scoffed, quickly putting her hand on her chest, "Me? Annoying? As if!"

You raised your eyebrows at her and let out a small chuckle, "You don't think so?"

"I know so! If you went out to drink with me once, you'd know that I'm like the most perfect person to exist in the world!"

"Mmm... I don't think so." Putting your earbuds back in, you cheekily smiled at her before you faced your screen again. Thankfully, all that she did was roll her eyes as she also went back to work.

As the hours passed and your eyes started straining to look at your computer screen all morning, you realized that this job would be the death of you. All your eyesight and back problems were solely because of this. Leaning back in your chair, you looked up at the ceiling, your earbuds falling out of your ears as you let out a long sigh. Nayeon glanced over at you, with a small smile on her face.

"Already tired?"

Groaning in response, you just waved her away but in classic Nayeon fashion, she completely ignores you as she starts talking again.

"Why do you think I'm annoying?"

You let out a lowly laugh as you sat upright again. "Is that what you've been thinking about this whole time?"

"Yes because no one in my life has ever called me annoying!"

Your eyes widened, "No way... You're lying."

She let out another scoff as she frowned, "I'm telling the truth here! You're the first person to think I'm annoying!"

"Maybe... you just don't talk to anyone," you shrugged, "Just a thought."

Her face scrunched up as she glared at you, "Are you seriously saying I have no friends?"

"I didn't say that... but with the way you keep pestering me to hang out with you, I don't know anymore."

"I only ask you because I li- never mind." She shook her head as she let out a breathy sigh.

"You what?" You asked as you put your hand up to your ear, "What were you going to say?"

She huffed as she turned away from you and went back to looking at her screen which was filled with only cat pictures, "Whatever. Stupid..." she mumbled.

You let out a small laugh as you did feel a little bad for talking to her like that. You watched her scroll through even more cat photos for a while before thinking of something to say. Normally you weren't such an asshole so you wanted to make it up to her even if it was just a little teasing. "Do you want to hang out after work?"

And you swore you've never seen someone react the way she did. Her entire body whipped around, her swivel chair almost completely toppling over as she stared at you with the stars in her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Just once." You stuck out your finger, "I'll go out drinking with you."

As the hours quickly passed, and your time was up in the office, Nayeon quickly grabbed your hand, catching you off guard, and dragged you out of the building running straight to a nearby karaoke bar.

"Slow down!" You shouted as your feet almost got caught up in the snow on the sidewalk. She just let out a hearty laugh and somehow ran even faster, showing no sign of slowing down. Maybe this was her punishment to you for teasing her earlier.

The surrounding bright Christmas lights practically flied past you from how fast she was running, your breaths quickly turning into small puffs of air floating behind you. By the time you reached the front door, she was practically jumping up and down while you were almost on the floor with your hands on your knees., panting and gasping for air.

"You... are... a psycho." You choked out in-between your gasps.

"What was that?" She teasingly asked as she cupped her ear with her hand, "I can't hear you down there!"

You glared back at her before breathing out, "Whatever... Just go in."

She had a victorious smirk as she dragged you inside the building where she quickly made her way into one of the rooms under the pretense that she had already booked one, "knowing" that you'd go out with her today. As if she wasn't going to come here with or without you. You two made your way in and closed the door behind you as she made her way onto the somewhat hard couch.

"Wooh! It's hot in here!" She exclaimed as she undid a button of her blouse and took off her overcoat. You looked at her in astonishment. She truly has no fear.

She tilted her head at you, confused for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders and ordering ten bottles of soju. It took a while for you to process that amount.

"Wait. ten bottles? What are you doing?"

"What? Are you not drinking with me?"

"I am but... ten? You seem like a lightweight."

"Huh? Me a lightweight? I'll show you!"

And she sure did show you. After the ten bottles came in and her immediately chugging down two, she was piss faced drunk.

Normally you wouldn't care. You were supposed to have fun in these kinds of places. But she was extremely handsy. So handsy in fact that whenever you'd go to take a sip, she'd slap your back insanely hard with her massive hands over some random joke she made that she was laughing at hysterically and the way you glared at her made her cackle even more.

"Why-why are you looking at me like that? It's so funny! Your eyes are like... never mind! I forgot!"

Even if you were annoyed you looked at her with a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. At least one person was having fun.

You saw her glide towards the mic as she concentrated on the list of songs, nitpicking some of them and scrolling down. She chose a wide variety of songs ranging from Blackpink to even some classic Christmas songs. Honestly, you thought it was somewhat weird that she chose "All I Want For Christmas Is You" and explicitly looked your way the entire time but you just shrugged it off as her being too drunk. Some memories were made and you had fun. Somewhat. Then came the aftermath.

You absolutely needed to pay attention to the amount you were drinking. Especially when you were going to need to take care of the drunk girl on the couch. She seemed almost completely out of it as she laid there. Mumbling nonsense while shaking her head left and right.

You buttoned up her blouse and draped her coat back over her before trying to leverage her weight onto your shoulders and Jesus Christ was she heavy. As you made your way out the building and trudged along the pavement through the snow and with her weighing you down, a realization hit you.

You didn't know where she lived.

And she was knocked out drunk.

Shit.

You let out a loud groan as you practically kicked down your own apartment door. Making your way to the couch, you laid her down as gently as you could, not trying to wake her up and fished your phone out of your pocket, dialing a number in and clutching it tight to your ear.

"Come on... pick up! Pick up!"

After a few rings, they picked up.

"Hello...?" a feminine voice mumbled.

"Jihyo what the fuck do I do?" You shouted in a whisper, not trying to wake Nayeon.

You heard rustling in the background, presumably her getting up out of bed. "About what?"

"Nayeon is in my apartment."

"What? Why?"

"Well, we went out and she got crazy dru-"

"Hold on." She interupted, "You two went out? What's happening Y/N? I thought you were done with all that."

"It's not like that. I... just went out drinking with her this one time."

A hum stretched on the other side of the call, "Whatever you say... Anyways, if she's at your apartment then just take care of her alright? It's not really my problem. Bye Y/N!"

"Wait wha-" The call ended.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath until a pair of arms made it's way around your stomach.

"Hey there cutie... what's a person like you doing here at the club?" she slurred.

Sighing, you peeled her hands off before guiding her back to the couch. "It's my apartment."

"Oh." She rocked her head back and forth before her eyes widened, "Did... did I get into your pants? Why am I-why am I in your apartment?"

Your eyebrows came together in confusion, "Why would you say that?"

"Didn't I tell you...? I like you Y/N... Really really like you... like-" She spread out her arms wide, "like this much!"

You just looked at her almost as if she had just spoken the worst imaginable words known to man. This wasn't right. What have you done to even be remotely close to being likable by anyone? Quickly getting up, you tossed a blanket onto Nayeon, resulting in a couple of whines from her but you ignored it and sped to your room, shutting the door behind you and leaning on it.

"Fuck."

From the little sleep you got that night with all the tossing and turning, you couldn't help but want to die when you were awoken by the sounds of someone groaning and a wide range of other disgusting noises as you got out from bed. You could probably guess she woke up with a nasty hangover.

Going out to the living room, you peered through the bathroom door to see her there crouched over the toilet bowl throwing up her guts. You were nervous from what you heard last night but you weren't a demon. Walking in slowly to not try and startle her, you let out a small "it's just me" before you held her hair up to not let it get in the way.

She mumbled a small thanks before immediately hanging her head over the toilet and throwing up again. It took her a few minutes to stop completely as she took a few deep breaths before slightly turning her head over to you. "How much did I drink? I don't remember last night and my head is pounding..."

"You had two bottles of soju in you before anything else." You let out a small laugh as you continued, "When we got in there, you downed two thinking you could show off."

She let out a small disappointed groan before getting up and quickly brushing her teeth using your toothbrush. You just looked at her disgustedly before muttering, "You can have that one."

"What?" She said before looking down at the toothbrush in her hand. "Oh god! I'm so sorry! I'll get you a new one!"

You just waved her off before making your way out the bathroom, "Just get ready for work."

"Y/N." Jihyo, your supervisor and best friend who for some reason decided to work today, called out.

"What is it?" You asked as you peeked around the cubicle, meeting her gaze.

"There's a company party this weekend. To celebrate the holidays."

"Okay?" Your eyes stitched together in confusion as you always knew she doesn't bother to tell you these things, mostly because you always say no. "And why are you telling me this?"

"Because it's required." She said nonchalantly.

"What? Since when is a company party required?"

"It's only required of you from me. There'll be people from other branches as well. Have fun. Meet someone new. Just because that... girl ruined one Christmas for you doesn't mean the rest of your Christmases should suck Y/N."

You let out a small laugh in disbelief. "What'll you do if I don't go?"

"I'll report to Mina about what you talk about behind her back." Jihyo said knowing all the gossip you partake in about your CEO, especially since she joins in on the fun sometimes too.

"I-" You wanted to say something more. Probably things better left unsaid. "Fine."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she skeptically looked at you. "That was surprisingly easy. How do I know you're not lying?"

Nayeon then somehow snaked her way into the conversation as she exclaimed from beside you, "I'll go with Y/N!"

Jihyo seemed surprised again as she looked at the two of you knowingly with a smug look on her face, "Oh really? Then I guess I won't have to worry about you Y/N."

"There's nothing between us Jihyo." You said with a hint of underlying venom. You barely caught a glimpse of Nayeon's expression as you said that. She had almost a look of disappointment as the light in her eyes seemed to dim.

Jihyo just shrugged as she laughed, "Maybe there will be after the party! Who knows?"

The rest of the week seemingly passed in one quick blur of random assignments given to you as you were now standing side by side with Nayeon, arms linked, looking up at the company building from the parking lot below. Nayeon was dressed in a simple black dress with a white overcoat, matched with a pair of black heels. Honestly if you didn't find her so annoying, you'd find her almost... attractive.

You nudged her arm slightly, "Come on. Let's go in."

As you were about to walk in, she pulled you back by your arm. "Are we really not going to talk about it?"

You stopped in your tracks as you glanced back at her. "Talk about what?"

Her gaze met the asphalt floor as she played with the hem of her dress. "I remember now Y/N. What I said to you that night."

Your eyes faltered, "And what? What do you want me to say? I just don't... do that anymore Nayeon."

"Is it because of what Jihyo said?" She asked, eyes still locked on the floor. "Who was that girl to you?"

You tried to keep a blank expression on your face as she brought her up. You didn't want to get into this with her. Especially since you knew how she felt about you. "It's nothing Nayeon. Get off the topic."

"No." Her eyes finally met yours, her demeanor being very different from the usual playful girl you knew. She unhooks her arm from yours and continues to stare at you, determined and with her arms crossed. "I want to know. At least let me try to understand."

She seemed adamant enough to not even let you go in if you didn't tell her. You let out a tired sigh as you sat on the short wall behind you, head tilted down to not meet her gaze any longer. "Her name was Jisoo." You saw Nayeon in your peripheral vision sitting down next to you with her hands close together on her lap. "She was... perfect. She was everything I could've asked for. She was the girl I was going to marry."

You let out a sad chuckle, "Hell, I still even have the ring but then she just... wasn't. I planned on proposing when we were watching the snow together. I came home early on Christmas and that's when I caught her..." you cleared your throat, "in bed with another person."

"Oh... I'm so sorry." Nayeon whispered softly.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. It happened a long time ago but..." You muttered as you blinked away the pool building up in your eyes. "I doubt you'll still like me after this."

You closed your eyes briefly before opening them again to realize a hand was on of yours, lightly tracing lines on top. Your eyes filled with tears threatening to fall, glanced up at Nayeon's, hers being almost the exact same.

"You're so wrong..." She said as she gave you a tight-lipped smile, probably to stop herself from letting out a cry. "I think you-"

Your phone rang loudly in your pocket as Nayeon jumped a little. "I'm sorry." You mumbled as you took your phone out and put the caller on speaker, clearing your throat again.

"What is it Jihyo?"

"Where are you? I've been looking around for you."

"We're just outside and about to go inside."

"Hurry up your lazy butt and get in here! I wanted to take some pictures of you and Nayeon! You two look good together!"

"..."

"Y/N?"

"Nothing. I'm going to hang up now."

You let out the nth sigh tonight as you got up and brushed yourself off, "Let's go in now."

And as Nayeon loops her arm around yours, you could feel the pit in your stomach growing. Almost an instinctual feeling that this party was going to go south.

"Are you okay?"

Nayeon glances up at you as you reach the door. Her eyes travel all around your face as she notices the awfully obvious discomfort you have. Your eyes were somewhat red, maybe because of the tears you were shedding with her back down at the parking lot. But you were probably mostly uncomfortable from being linked arm to arm with the girl you just unloaded your baggage on.

"As okay as I'll ever be." You joked.

She let out a small chuckle as you opened the door for her, seemingly ignoring whatever was above the two of you. Jihyo finally sees the two of you but immediately glares at you. "Come on Y/N! Have some Christmas spirit! You'll be single for the next year if you don't do it!"

You couldn't have been more confused before asking, "What? What do you-" You stopped talking as you felt Nayeon tap your shoulder, making you glance at where she was staring.

"Hey look... "She chuckled as she looked up at the ceiling behind you, "It's a mistletoe."

You turned back to Jihyo and gave her an 'are you serious?' look. She just mouthed 'Remember Mina!' as she gave you a quick thumbs up and a mischievous smile.

Nayeon glanced back at you worriedly, "We don't have to if you don't want-"

"No. It's fine." And before Nayeon could process what you just said, she felt a pair of lips on hers. Almost immediately she finally understood the position she was in, not backing down one bit.

Her hands slipped around your head, pulling you in deeper, lips locking together as if they were pieces of a puzzle made specifically for one another. At this point, even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't. Her lips were warm. Soft. You could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath your nose as her fingers flowed through your hair. The smell of her lavender perfume was dizzying as butterflies danced in your stomach.

You're almost disappointed as she pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you as you both glanced at one another, eyes glassy and glazed with want. Before either one of you could go any further, you heard Jihyo to your left squealing and looking at her phone.

"Oh. My. God. This is a god send!"

Your lips are left with a certain feeling as you quickly passed Jihyo and go to the "punch" bowl and poured yourself a couple of cups, quickly chugging them down.

"What was that Y/N?" Nayeon quickly asked from behind you, a new found form of confidence filling her up as you felt a warm breath on your left ear and a quiet whisper. "It seemed to me that you like me."

You felt a chill on your spine as you whipped around to face her and glare at her, "Don't do that. That was just a one time thing." And you swear you could not see this devil in Nayeon before in the parking lot as she just gave you a quick smirk and walked even closer to you. Now you were uncomfortable for a whole different reason. "Well... you're stuck with me for the rest of the party so maybe you'll feel different. We got hours to go Y/N to make you admit you fell for me."

"That won't work Nayeon." You said unsure. Maybe it would.

She smirked again, "It will. I'm sure."

And normally you don't think Nayeon's flirting would get to you but along with the poison you were chugging down, she was really going crazy with the amount of flattery she'd give you and the amount of physical contact she would have with you. She was practically glued to your hip as she would rattle on and on about the great characteristics you have and how you'd work so well with her.

"Do you admit that you like me? I'd say it's pretty easy to."

You let out a small chuckle as you took another sip of your cup, "No Nayeon, it just won't happen. I thought you heard me back in the parking lot. I'm not doing the whole relationship thing anymore."

"It's because you love too hard and you get nothing in return, right? Because I'm sure I can give you back your love tenfold."

You raised your eyebrows, "That's a bold claim to make Nayeon. I love hard."

She leaned in closer to your face as she looked you directly in the eyes, "Oh? Are you saying you're willing to take me up on that?"

Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much of whatever that punch was laced with. Maybe you shouldn't have come at all. Maybe you shouldn't have told Nayeon anything. Because now all those questionably bad decisions have led up to the last thing you clearly remember. Your lips on hers again melding together, hands on each other's waist and a simple nod from you. You were truly a fool for love.

"Yes I am."

[hiroshotreplica]

About Agent 3's Sanitation Scars

aka, agent oc lore post

this is a bit long, sorry about that! ill place it all under a cut so no one has to scroll through it all if they dont want to read, note there's some colored text + some drawings

ever since alister (3) and josh (8) were rescued from the deepsea metro and tartar was defeated, callie and marie have been very worried. josh has his own host of issues, but alister's are much more... visible. doctors have no idea how to treat alister's condition, and have just been monitoring his healing process. alister doesnt remember a thing about the sanitation, despite having been only partially sanitized. all witnesses referred to it as a form of mind control.

marie had asked zara (4) about what she had seen first, she seemed much more approachable about the subject. this was under a week after the rescue:

zara: i rescued him and josh from the blender, yeah. though he got ambushed by a strange telephone as soon as we tried to follow josh through the escape route. i managed to dodge the telephone's attacks, but... yeah, alister wasn't as lucky.

marie: do you remember his appearance?

zara: that strange.. i dont even know, goop? just- that strange stuff wrapped around his head. it looked like it was digging into the back of his head. i remember... before he got completely taken over by the strange.. thing and tied me up... he looked at me with.. fear. fear ive never seen before, it had so much.. pain and certainty in it. like he was thinking "im going to die"

marie: oh... that sounds terrifying. was there anything else...?

zara: he... he said one thing. while the goopy stuff was being planted onto him. i dont remember it completely, he whispered it, but he said "so this is it. it... hurts" it... scared me. marie, you know ive been working with him on agent stuff for the past year! he's never sounded so... so... you know.

she didn't have any further comments.

when he could handle the question, marie had asked josh as well. this took place a month after the incident:

marie: so... are you sure you're ready to think about what happened again? i know it's still very recent, even if some time has passed.

josh: y.. yes. i am sure. it is the less painful parts, so i do not mind as much, i think.

marie: alright... what do you remember?

josh: alister, he... he looks like he was in pain. a lot of pain. during the battle, he missed lots of attacks due to it, im sure. his hands had shaking the whole time then.

josh: once we reach the surface and.. things were better again, he was no longer being controlled. and the sight... i dont know the word in inklish, the closest would be scary, i believe. it was... deep scar. everything around the scar had a greenish color to it. he could not see well when he woke up, and he mentioned being in so much pain...

marie: oh, oh jeez... i can see why the bandage was put on it now.

josh: it was the best we have at the time. the one he has now is... much better.

marie: yeah... do you want to stop? you look uncomfortable..

josh: ...yes. thinking of it again... i-it is making me upset more than i realize it could. i am sorry

he couldn't make any further comments.

extra visual of how alister looked at this time:

extra info: his eyesight improved over the first couple of months, though it stopped eventually. he has blurred vision. he has glasses that do slightly correct it, but he never wears them. i imagine he shows some symptoms that would correlate to right hemisphere brain damage. but i need to put more research into that first

[ellipse-society]

whats ur job like? is it tough/hard (especially as someone who also has mental health issues, but like.... who doesnt XD)? what drew u to psychology/working in a clinic? is a psych bachelers worth it in ur opinion? (or at least worth witnessing the annoying ppl u might meet in college...) what did u do for ur bachelers degree? :-D

(my eyesight is kinda blurry rn sorry if any of these r wrong/feel free to skip or avoid any of these at all :'D i hope u have a good day!!!)

Well our job is client centered so each day can vary drastically as far as how hard it is. Some days five clients are in crisis simultaneously and others we only have maybe one or two of our easiest clients scheduled. Though the work schedule is also flexible which is a perk. They basically do not care when you are there as long as you have 40 hours by the end of the week. When talking to clients we(as in everyone at the company) basically just refers to ourselves as caseworkers(we have a fancier title but it seems to only be used by our company so we would prefer not to share it publicly) even though most at the company don't see that as 100% accurate it's just the easiest way to describe it. It isn't the perfect job but we get to work in a field we enjoy and get to make a difference in people's lives so it is fulfilling for us. Basically the job is working with lower income people with mental disabilities(almost always SUD but commonly also GAD, MDD, PTSD, and Schizophrenia/schizoeffective with a few other disorders here and there on a less frequent basis) and providing them with coping skills and access to resources in the community for basic needs like food, housing, work, access to medication, ect. Our goal is to help the client improve enough that they can be independent and graduate from services. We also regularly meet clients out in the community instead of at the clinic so a lot of driving is also involved which is sometimes good sometimes annoying depending on the area of town.

I don't think our mental health has really negatively effected us at our job. It has been a jumping off point for building rapport more than once though so it may be more of a positive. We have had more than one client relieved that we are autistic because either they have the disorder or know someone with the disorder and like that there is a level of understanding there.

I mean we were drawn to psychology due to our own mental health struggles and those of our family(also maybe a bit of autistic special interest lol). We have always wanted a job where we can help others and we were basically unprofessional councilors for our family and friends long before we had our psychology degree. It is just something we naturally do. We also switched majors in college(from secondary education theater and speech) and our general psychology teacher was one of our favorites. She made the topic interesting. When we were switching majors we took a bunch of classes in different fields we were interested in for a semester and psychology was the one that stood out again. We did a project on parenting styles in that class that made us realize a lot about our childhood and better come to terms with it.

I mean whether or not a psych bachelor's is worth it is based on what you want to do. There are many psychology jobs that are gatekept behind graduate school so you may not be able to get the perfect job with just a bachelor's. That being said most fields are looking for someone educated in psychology. It can definitely look better on an application than some other degrees as far as applying for jobs not directly related to the field. We had to go to one of our schools job fairs once(in a gym so sensory overload to the max) and almost every table called us over due to us majoring in psychology while we were avoiding as many people as possible while they were not doing that for people from some other majors that were more active about looking. It is basically a desirable major for many employers but getting an actual psychology focused job that accepts just a bachelor's may be hard to find.

We aren't sure what you mean by what we did for our bachelor's degree so if you want to send in another ask about that if we answer it in a way you didn't intend it to be answered feel free. Our school was very research based as far as how it taught psychology. Basically junior and senior year every student was required to run one study(junior year as a group and senior year solo) and a lot of general psych classes required study participation and other classes often provided extra credit so that people could get their participants. The solo one we did senior year was full of technical difficulties and the results would never be applied anywhere by any logical person so we don't tend to talk about that one but the one we did junior year we loved and it got us second place in our category when we presented it at our schools recheach symposium(and we were in the same category as the person who won best overall). Basically we were looking at how word bolding and amount of time with a piece of text affected memory. We found that(obviously) the more time someone had with the text the better it was remembered but the cool thing we found was that while if a word relevant to the memory quiz was bolded it improved performance there was no significant difference between the control and those that had irrelevant/distractor words bolded. Basically even if you were to bold the wrong words you aren't hindering ones retention so bolding words could only have a positive not a negative effect per our results. A lot of teachers were really interested in our results on that one and we are proud of it. Though not the most proud of our research paper on it because English has always been where we struggle most lol.

Oh and thank you for the questions. Hope you have a good day too.