#they could have easier names im sure i typed they all wrong

[rmbaloncesto]

Viva la France 🇫🇷🥖🥐

[stsgooo]

Look at Him.

✩࿐ summary: your attempts at reentering the dating scene is foiled by your ex-husband.

warning(s): past relationship, clingy!gojo, ex-husband!gojo, co-parenting situation, crack fic. wc; 1.6k

pairing(s): gojo satoru x fem!reader

a/n: this is purely just a goof fic because i've put nothing but angst out there so far sooo have a laugh. hope yall enjoy :3

“So, what do you do for a living?”

"A teacher."

"Oh, wow! What grade, subject?"

"Uh, highschoolers and the subject kinda varies on the day."

"Like a substitute teacher?"

"Um....sure, yeah! Substitute teacher."

"That's awesome. Mad respect, kids can be demons."

You were quickly discovering that the dating field had changed in the five years that you had been married. An endless back and forth about what someone did, what's their favorite color, what's their hobbies. Boring questions that you would ask your students on the first day was used in over the table date conversation. Until, until, they got to that question they so desperately wanted to ask.

Would you want to take this back to my—

There was a vibration against your thigh as your date started to go onto a monologue about how much he disliked kids. In all honesty, you couldn't really remember his name. The introductions had been awkward and a little nerve wracking— you were almost sure he had no idea who you were either.

You tugged your phone out of your pocket and resisted the audible sigh that threatened to leave you when you saw the notification.

Satoru please tell me why my beautiful, radiant, amazing, intelligent daughter just said her mommy is on a date. feeling sick to my stomach, don't tell me this is true.

You rolled your eyes. Your ex-husband had always been so overdramatic. His main focus was always on the bit that could come from a situation. However, this was a quality you do used to admire about him. His ability to make any situation seem like it was a funny happenstance that you'd never encounter again.

Now, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Satoru oh my god, you left me on read. it's true. it's true. i hope you know i just threw up. i threw up everywhere. i might die. at least, tell me he's ugly. please god let him to be ugly.

A sigh, you typed out the quickest message you could without your date asking what's wrong.

You I hope you're not ignoring said daughter to ask me about some date. I'll be home later, please refrain from texting me.

You were about to set your phone down when another text came through. This one appeared to more distraught than the last.

Satoru o h your tone. it's over. it's really over. i might just kill myself this is the worst night of my life. y/n, i'm genuinely feeling sick. please, is he ugly? he must be boring because you're texting back.

You were almost inclined to remind Satoru you both had been divorced for a year already. That this was bound to happen and you two had, in fact, spoken about it months into the divorce. You had played with some 'what if's and there was a mutual agreement that the other wouldn't get jealous and be dramatic about the other getting in a relationship whenever the time comes. It was a surprisingly adult conversation.

You should've known better when Satoru proudly proclaimed he didn't care who you got involved with.

You Satoru, we talked about this. We're adults and we're divorced. Please bother someone else, like Suguru.

Satoru i don't wanna talk to suguru. i wanna talk to youuu (;﹏;) i can't believe you've done this. ten years. ten years of loyalty. im sick to my stomach.

You You asked for the divorce.

"Is everything okay?"

You eyes snapped up from your phone and towards your date. He had the good grace to be wearing a relatively concerned expression, eyeing you wearily.

You quickly tucked your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the insistent vibrations it gave to smile apologetically. "I'm sorry, my daughter had an accident and I had to, you know, send a quick text to her babysitter." It was easier to explain away a daughter than it was a clingy ex-husband who was well in his dissent into insanity. Really, you were doing this guy a favor keeping him in the dark.

However, his face still paled and he straightened. "You have a kidI'm so, so sorry. I just went on a two minute rant about how much kids are equivalent to demons." He seemed to spiral as he pressed his hands against his face, uttering curses to himself. "I get so nervous with these dates. I truly meant nothing by it."

You smiled in amusement, "It's no problem, really. I'm not exactly disagreeing." He peeked from between his fingers and blinked at you dumbly. "Just because I'm a parent doesn't mean I don't agree. I mean, my kid can be a bit much sometimes. I love her, but she's a lot like her dad in that way."

It always made your chest blossom. The way Saori was a carbon copy of Satoru. From the rambunctious personality, to the piercing blue eyes, and white hair. Your genes hadn't won in the battle, but you were almost grateful. Satoru tried to tell you that she had your smile and your wit, but you weren't entirely convinced. She was Satoru and Satoru was her.

You were extremely lucky that he was a good dad.

"Oh? Do you mind me asking if her dad's still around?" His tone was indication enough: a daughter and an ex of some kind was pushing it for him.

You tensed up, feeling deep regret already. "Uh, yeah." His eyes shifted away and you reached forward, taking his hand. "But, he's not, like, crazy or anything! He's just a good dad."

Your date chuckled nervously. "I-I just don't want to get involved in some, um, some family dynamic."

You thought it was a little presumptuous of him to think this would go that far, or he'd get in the way. But you were too focused on defusing the situation.

"Oh, no, it's not like that! We've got a healthy balance, y'know? He does his piece, I do mine— that's it!"

He scrunched his face. "So... an open relationship?"

"No!" You press your hands against your face with a huff. "No, we're not together anymore. We just co-parent."

He opened his mouth to further question you when your phone vibrated very audibly. His eyebrows raising. "Your daughter?"

You sighed. "Please give me one moment."

With jerky movements, you pull your phone from your pocket. The assortment of messages that came where spread over the ten minutes you decided to ignore him.

Satoru okay, you've got me there. but my big heart is breaking. i hope he's ugly and he smells. okay, i spoke with suguru and he said i'm an idiot who should apologize. in my defense, i'm a little itty bitty drunk. and no, saori is not awake. papa put her to bed before bringing out the whiskey. im so sorry my beautiful deity. that not ugly, not smelly man is so lucky to be in your presence and i hope you have a good date. also i hope he gets hit my a car. (＾▽＾)

You I'm going to kill you with my bare hands. Genuinely, count your days, Gojo Satoru.

Satoru hot, hot, hot!!! (●´□`)♡ did he actually get hit by a car?

You Is there something you want?

Satoru him dead. and you home :((((

You You don't want me home. I swear to god, if you're on my couch, drinking when I get home, I will ruin your life.

Satoru promise??? ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ but, actually, i wanted to ask your opinion on something

You For real?

Satoru for realsies. [Image Attachment]

Completely blinded by your irritation, you don't even hesitate to open the picture as it loads. Although you regret it the moment it does.

It's a picture of Satoru. He's at what seems to be the beach (must've been the fun activity him and Saori were going to join Suguru for), his sunglasses were on the top of his head, and he was grinning at the picture. One hand was resting against his pectoral and the veins in his hand was prominent. An obvious attempt at being charming and flirtatious. It was working too.

If it weren't for the fact that you knew him and were his ex, you might've just swooned.

"Oh, my god, is that him?" Your date was staring at your phone with wide eyes. His face even more pale than before. He started to shake his head as he stood, snatching his jacket from the back of his chair. "No way. I am not getting involved! I'm sorry, you're a nice woman, but I know when I'm not winning. And I'm definitely not winning against that."

Your eyes widened considerably, "What? No! Please don't leave. He's an idiot, I swear there's nothing—"

"He is... a hunk. I am not. In no shape or form am I at all comparable to that. Look—" He reached forward, grabbing your phone and holding the picture up to be beside his face. "Look at the difference! Model who has won Japan's hottest man at least eight times before he's 30 to me— Look at him!"

"It's not even like that!" You snatched your phone back and stared at him in frustration. "He's my ex, I do not want him!"

He waved his hands in front of your face. "I know how this will go. You think you like me and then your super hot and super sexy ex-whatever makes you realize the familiarity is good. Then I get dumped." He straightened, latching his hands onto the lapels of his jacket. "I just realized I am a side character. In my own life. Goddammit."

He barely glanced at you as he paid for the dinner, then left as quickly as he could. Still, you didn't even know his name.

Satoru oooo taking you awhile to respondddd still in love with me? (人◕ω◕)

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Nevermind, Let’s Hard Launch ! - Lando Norris

SUMMERY: Y/N has been reluctant to go public with her and Lando’s relationship, until she builds up enough courage to soft launch, but she gets bored.

WARNINGS: none, reader can speak french

french mon amor - my love, ma vie - my life

Y/N scoffs, putting her phone down. She is currently sitting on a yacht off the coast of Malta, curled up with her boyfriend, Lando, looking out at the water as she gently plays with his hair. Lando, hearing her scoff, looks up

“What’s up baby?” “Articles talking about how you have a new girlfriend this weekend, her names Alice by the way.”

He chuckles and opens his mouth to speak but Y/N cuts him off.

“She’s a brunette and totally your type!” she smiles as she mocks the article.

Y/N fakes a gasp, “Lando, ma vie, did you know that you apparently have a thing for tall brunettes? Because I sure didn’t.” she feigns shock before laughing. Lando just softly laughs at the girl’s antics.

“Baby, you know not to listen to those articles, because i���m pretty sure they’re wrong anyways. Im don’t think I know an Alice” he says, jokingly putting his thumb and index finger on his chin to feign thought.

“Oh i know ma vie, but they are quite funny to look at”, she laughs, “Besides”, she smiles and leans in, kissing him, “I know the truth”.

She smiles at him and gently intertwines their fingers. Lando smiles back at her and kisses her pinky finger, interlocked with his. It’s become a common place for the boy to kiss, having fallen in love with it when he first saw her freckle there.

“Just say the word and i’ll post us Y/N , you know i’ve been dying to let the the world know about you.” he states, looking at her.

“I know mon amor but I i’ve seen how girlfriends get treated online, and i am in no way ready for that.”

She sighs as she snuggles her head into the crook of Lando’s neck. Lando puts on a sad smile as he gently brushes through her hair.

“i know baby, but i promise, when we do go public, anyone who has hate to say will be dealt with, i wont let them get in the way of me and the girl i love.” Lando says softly.

Y/N smiles into his neck and leave a soft kiss to skin, she loves kissing his neck, its her sign of affection, totally nothing to do with the fact Lando just has a nice neck…

Lando, in return, moves her hair and kisses behind her ear, another common place for the boy to kiss, before his smile turns into a grin and he starts to gently tickle Y/N.

Y/n shouts softly “Lando no! stop!” inbetween her laughs.

Lando just start tickling her more adjusting their position so he is above her making it easier to tickle her, this time less gently as it prompts more laughs.

God how he loves Y/N’s laugh. he could listen to it all day.

It’s not until she starts kicking her feet against the couch that he stops.

Y/N looks at Lando, his grin still prominent as he catches his breath, his messy hair asking to be played with, and she thinks she falls more in love at the sight.

At the same time Lando just looks at her, her hair all disheveled, slightly out of breath, her cheeks pink, and her smile still beaming, its at this moment Lando knows it’s her forever.

“I love you so much baby” He says as he kisses her softly.

Y/N kisses him back saying, “I love you too mon amor, more than you could ever know”. She smiles before her eyes drift and Lando recognizes that look, she’s in thought.

He lays down softly kissing her cheek before looking at her, “What you thinking about baby?”.

Y/N looks up at the sound of his voice, “What if we soft launch?”.

Lando lights up at the idea of finally being able to show her off, “Are you sure love? we dont have to if you dont want to”.

“Yeah im sure mon amor, t we’ve been dating since our teens and i know it’s you Lan it always has been and it always will be, not even the internet will change that. so yes Lan, im ready.” She smiles softly reaching up to touch his hair.

Lando smiles brightly, slightly blushing at her comment, “Im glad because I feel the same way” He leans down and kisses her. When he comes back up his grin has become a smirk.

“Well what are we waiting for?” he asks “LET’s SOFT LAUNCH” Y/N laughs and grabs her phone.

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It’s been a few days since you and Lando soft launched. You were happy to see most people were supportive but you were still nervous.

“What you looking at baby?” Lando asks.

Right now you where tanning on the beach with a book in your hands, lando was soaked, having just came from the water. “Reading and thinking my love.” you reply.

Lando moves to lay on you, “what are you thinking about pretty girl?” he asks as he closes his eyes, joining her in sunbathing.

“Our soft launch” Y/N replies. At that Lando eyes widen, “is something wrong with it?” he asks worried.

“No my love, I was thinking about what if we did more.” “more?” Lando asks confused.

“Yeah like what if we hard launched?” Y/N said nervously picking at her cuticles.

Lando grabs her hands to stop her and looks at her, “You… want to… hard launch?” he asks her confused, knowing that she loved the privacy they had. “Yeah i know its you and i know the internet wont get in the way of us, so i want to hard launch”

“OMG OKAY im gonna go do that right now i love you” Lando quickly kisses her and runs to get his phone.

Y/N laughs at the boys excitement and grabs her phone waiting for whats next.

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🎶 Cupid’s Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

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[pinkpigtailsprincess]

𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ The Advice Column Issue No.1 ; How to deal with fake friends while balancing school life 🎀🧁

Hii Dolls!!!⭐️ This is officially the first issue of my Brand new segment The Advice Column!!!! and i chose the topic fake friends bc as someone who’s had an alarming amount of fake friends in the past i can definitely give endless advice in this topic and its a collab with the @honeytonedhottie !! bc i thought she could also give so really good advice!!🎀⭐️

Are you struggling with keeping up in your studies? worried if your friends are talking behind ur back? Stressed? Feeling like school and socials are just to much??? DONT WORRY!! Dolly n Honey are gonna save the day!! 🎀⭐️

Section 1 ; Honey!!🍯

how to balance ur school and social life (in bullet points) !! 🎀🧁

- make a list of priorities and stick to it like its a handbook

- practice saying no to events and saying no to excessive studying, the key is to find an equilibrium

- combine social and academic events

- make sure to use ur time wisely and do whats important first, so that then u can have loads of time for ur social life!

Section 2 ; Dolly! 🎀

No.1 ; Stand up for yourself!! ⭐️

if ur so called “friend” is constantly make smart remarks about you,scrutinizing you for the smallest thing,being passive aggressive or really just trying to hurt your feelings always stand up for yourself and never let insult like that because that shows that you have no self respect and then they’re gonna just keep doing it set clear boundaries and don’t be a doormat never let this person/people walk all over you , if you didn’t appreciate something they said don’t take shit from them address and make sure it never happens again

No.2 ; spotting a secretly fake friend⭐️!

now there’s obviously “friends” that you can spot from a mile away that they’re definitely toxic but theres also a certain type of friend that could be the sweetest to ur face but secretly talk shit behind ur back and its honestly not that hard to spot one of these “friends” so here are some characteristics of ‘the secretly fake friend’

- never sticks up for you

- constantly lying

- at time can be very passive aggressive

- will tell you that someone was talking about you and not defend you at all

- will make you feel like a bad friend even if they’re wrong in the situation

- if you’ve ever confronted them on their behavior and they say they’re sorry but then repeats the same actions

- lets their other friends talk shit about you

- HUGE VICTIM COMPLEX!

these kinds of fake friends are tricky bc you really can’t spot them at first and then it can be harder to cut them off which brings me to my next point

No.3 CUT THEM OFF !!⭐️

listen i know its hard to let go of these people at first im mean I’ve had to do it multiple times but i swear it gets sooo much easier to not have these people in ur life its way better to have no friends than a bunch of friends thats secretly hate you don’t stay caught up on toxic people like this its a waste of ur own peace and well being , block them,stop following them,stop talking to them have NOTHING to do with these people/person

No.5 ; Ur not special !!

now this title is a bit alarming but what i mean by that is if you have a friend that’s constantly talks down about people for no reason whether it be their friends or someone they know and im not talking about the standard gossip talk bc tbh everyone gossips but im talking about like drags them through the mud calls them mean names and purposefully spreads rumors about other people they’ll do it to do you as well ur not special i doesn’t matter what this person is telling you they’ll talk about any and everyone it doesn’t matter people like this do not care

No.4 ; Being Un-phased !! ⭐️

now after you cut them off either gonna

A. make it seem like they’re innocent and have been nothing but nice to you and try and make you feel bad

B. Act like theirs beef when in reality theres not they just want a reason to start a problem

C. to the standard mean girl remarks side eyes,whispers,random pointing and slightly laughing, or even in some cases talk loudly about you but indirectly

now in any of these situations never let it bother you show no reaction these kinds of people feed off ur fear of them shows no reaction when it comes to things like this and you can also do it back side eye them back,give them weird looks back now im definitely not saying be just like them but play their game don’t let disrespect like this slide and i know how hard it can be especially since these are people ir support be close with but i promise making friends that actually care about you is WORLDS BETTER!!! you’ll have such a peace of mind and being able to make friend that actually care about you is such a freeing feeling!!!!

Reminders!!! 🎀🍯

- they’re opinions don’t matter

- these people are no above you in any way shape or form

- stress is normal don’t let it get to you !!

- you deserve much better friends

- it normal to feel sad after cutting them off

- this person/these people don’t deserve you!!!

- you got thiss!!!

[wandanatsthings]

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

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y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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Feedback welcomed!!

[wands-natsthing]

Helping you take your braids out

This story was on my old acct @wandanatsthings I made a new one (aka this one) which will be the acct I use from now on.

Hii, so I’m writing this fic because I see ALOT of Wandanat x Reader where Reader is Basically just skinny white girls and while there’s nothing wrong with that I would love to see something more diverse so this is that enjoy :)

(P.s im dyslexic I’m trying my best)

Word count 1.1k

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning then ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ lol I don’t think there are any, but lemme know if you see anything please!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha help you take out your braids

y/n pov It was a Saturday morning and your girlfriends were at work, you were home alone so you decided that it would be a great time to take your braids out. You had them for three months now and your new growth was insane. You had been dreading taking them out because you didn't want your girlfriends to see you like that you thought they would judge you. So now really was the only time to do it so you could have it washed and in a new style hopefully before they got home. You checked the clock on your phone to see how much time you had. You were grateful to know that It was only 9:30 meaning you had plenty of time before they came back tonight at 8. With that, you got up and went into the bathroom to grab everything you needed to bring out into the living room so you could watch TV while you did the tedious task.

It was only about 4:30 and you barely had half of your braids down. Your arms were tired and your back began to hurt. This would be a lot easier if I had help. As soon as that thought crossed your mind. You heard the front door open and close. That couldn't be them. Their home way too early you thought...

Nats pov

Wands and I had left the house around 9:00 this morning leaving y/n home by herself. When we got to work we checked our to-do list to see what it was we had to get done today. Turns out we both only had mission reports due, So we both decided we'd work here at the Avengers Tower for a while and then come home early to surprise y/n.

Wanda's pov

After leaving the Avengers Tower, we went back home to surprise you. As we walked through the house, we could hear your favorite TV show playing and you calling out our names. When we turned the corner into the living room, we saw you surrounded by all kinds of hair products and tools.

y/n pov

As I heard the door shut I called out to see if it was them. “Wands?” “Nat?” After a few short moments, you see them round the corner with smiles on their faces. “Hi…guys, what are you doing home so early?” you ask them feeling a little self-conscious because they were seeing you exactly how you didn’t want them to. “We decided to come home early and finish our mission reports here to spend some time with you,” says Wanda. You look up at them with a smile on your face “Aw guys that's so sweet thank you” You tell them. “Of course detka, Um what's going on here?’’ asked Natasha. You then look around to see all of the combs, conditioner, and grocery bags that surround you. You look up at them and say apprehensively “I'm taking my braids out…” What you hear next surprises you. “Oh well, can we help?” Wanda asked. You looked up at them in shock.

You loved the thought of them wanting to help you. Now neither one of them knew much about your hair curly kinky type but they were always open to learning more about it and asked you questions. “You want to help?’ you ask them with surprise in your voice. “ Yes, why wouldn’t we?” Ask Natasha “Well I mean it is a lot of work and I can't look the prettiest right now.” you say looking down. “I can’t lie you do look a little silly like this but still you are the prettiest anyway you look. I think you look quite adorable like this.” Says Natasha. What she says brings a smile to your face. “Um okay if you guys are sure I would love your help, My arms are tired.” With that, they chuckle a little and sit behind you on the couch. “Okay love you're gonna have to tell us what to do though,” says Wanda “Yes of course” you reply. You had already had the braids cut so they wouldn’t have to worry about that. “So first you're going to pick up a braid, and you can choose to use a rat-tail comb or your fingers. With a rat-tail comb, you will take the end of the comb gently and slowly start to comb the end of the braid to unravel it.”

You demonstrated by using the braid you were working on before they came in. “And if you were to use your fingers, you would do it the same way you would unravel a regular braid, but remember it is still slow and gentle okay?” You look back at them and see them smiling while nodding. “Okay if some of them are a little hard to do just add a little conditioner and it will come out easier.” “okay we got it,” says Wanda. As they start to take the braids down you feel Wanda using her fingers and Natasha using the rattail. Both of them are extremely gentle, Not once pulling too hard. As they complete a few braids you all start to get into a rhythm.

It starts makes you wonder what you were so self-conscious about in the first place. After a while of comfortable silence, Wanda begins to speak. “Thank you for letting us help you with this,” she says “Why are you thanking me, I should be the one thanking you guys. Thank you btw” you reply. “I'm saying thank you for letting us help because this is very vulnerable and we appreciate you letting us get this close to you. For letting us see this beautiful part of you.” “ I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Natasha says. You feel yourself start to get emotional.

You always wanted to be with someone who loved all of you and never made you feel ashamed of yourself and now not only do you have one person who makes you feel that way you have two. “I guess I never really thought about it that way. I'm really glad that I get to share this part of myself with you guys too,” you say. When you turn around to look at them, they're both already looking at you with so much love and adoration in their eyes. You lean up to kiss them “I love you both so much,” you say “We love you more” they both reply. With that, you all continue taking the braids out and time goes by so much faster than it did when it was by yourself. Maybe that was because you had 2 sets of extra hands or because you had your beautiful girlfriends helping you and keeping you company. Either way, before you knew it you were all done. “thank you for helping me again.” you say. “Anytime” Natasha replies. “Okay, now who wants to help me wash it?” “ME!” you hear out of both of your red-headed mouths. You made a mental note to never try and take out your braids yourself again. Why would you when you have 2 very eager girlfriends to help?

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Ever After: A Virtual Romance Part 4 (Steve X You)

A/N: For any questions you may have about the time period they are in or the previous story please read A Virtual Romance. I seriously love these two lol probably because I was around and a little younger than them in the early 2000s lol

Readers dialogue is pink so its a bit easier on the eyes. Remember if there is a screen name they are IMing if its just italicized dialogue they are texting or talking on the phone. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT, of the virtual variety as well as in the backseat of Steves BMW <3, dirty talk abound, FLUFF, they care about each other! ANGST, Steve gets his feelings hurt and gets wasted so the reader has to take him home, Steve and Y/N talk about worries of becoming their parents, we do meet stepmom and stepsisters and they are awful (of course, its cinderella lol)

Word Count: 5599

StealthyNinja02: We really need to get you camera.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Said the man who already broke his. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey! You can still see me can’t you?!

You giggle as Steve makes a funny face towards his webcam on his desktop before waving. The both of you had been dating for a few months now and things were going really well. True to his word, he didn’t revert back to “King Steve” and continued to ignore all the rumors surrounding his, to them, abrupt transformation before graduation. You two spent almost every day together and in the evenings after dropping you off at home, he would either message you in the chat or text your phone so you both could continue talking about whatever came to mind. 

StealthyNinja02: Now the audio thing… that wasn’t my fault.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Yeah suuuuuuuuure.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Now focus! Your history assignment is due tomorrow. 

StealthyNinja02: But 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: No buts! Lol. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: How about I make you a deal? For every question you get right, I’ll give you a surprise.

StealthyNinja02: Oh? A Y/N surprise, you say.

In his camera you see him playfully tap his chin as if he’s thinking. 

StealthyNinja02: Ok. So this question says…

Steve types out the question and what he believes the answer to be. You had been doing this with him for a while to help him with his grade. It always amused you because he always seemed to think he was stupid or that every answer he gave was wrong, constantly second guessing himself. A good percentage of the time, however, his answer was correct.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Good job, Steve. See? You know this stuff. 

StealthyNinja02: Yeah that’s because you’re a good teacher : ) What’s my surprise?

You smile as you bite your bottom lip, rising from your desk to slide down the panties you were wearing. Grabbing your phone, you hold it up high and take a picture of you holding them before sending it to his phone. On your dad and stepmom’s plan you could only send so many pictures without it costing a fortune so you needed to make each picture count.

As you watched him in the camera, your smile grew as he reached beside him to grab his own device, flipping it open, and licking his lips as his eyes flick to the webcam. 

StealthyNinja02: That’s not fair. How am I supposed to focus now knowing that you’re sitting there in one of my shirts with no underwear or bra?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Who says I’m not wearing a bra?

StealthyNinja02: Are you?

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I guess you’ll have to get your next question right then, huh, baby? ;). 

Steve gives you his next question but pauses before giving you an answer. Giggling, you watch as he sorts through his notes making sure his next answer is correct, which it is. 

Taking his shirt off your body, you toss it on your bed and take a picture of your now naked physique. He sighs when his phone pings as he hastily grabs it and flips it open. 

StealthyNinja02: You’re so fucking beautiful, honey, and so goddamn sexy. 

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: Thank you <3. Ok, last question. If you get this one right…

StealthyNinja02: Tell me, baby, please.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I’ll let you listen to me cum.

He exhales again and even through the grainy camera you can tell it’s a shaky breath as he tries to continue focusing so you both can get what you want. As he takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, you can’t help but absently run your fingers along your chest and over your nipples at the sight. 

You still couldn’t believe your previous online virtual crush was Steve fucking Harrington. This handsome, sweet, charismatic, and funny boy was all yours. Now that you had him, you never understood how you were living your life before without him in your world. 

The soft moments were your favorite when you two did all the things he had mentioned like lying in bed and talking about the future or going on proper dates that had you swoon. The sex was even better with Steve making up for time lost as his hands and tongue constantly roamed your body before, during, and after. Sometimes he would get to the point where you had cum so many times you were begging him to give you a break. 

He loved it, relishing the sounds and intimacy when he would do what you asked and in turn you would curl up into his side and squeeze him to you. 

StealthyNinja02: Ok. Please PLEEEEASE tell me this is the right answer!

You giggle as you watch him wait, anxiously bouncing his leg as he spins is phone in his hand. Teasing him you make him wait longer than you need to even though you already know the answer he gave you was correct.

“Oh, thank God.”, he laughs nervously when he answers your call. “I thought I got it wrong.”

“No, honey. You get them right a lot more then you think you do. I just wanted to show that to you.”

“Hm. I wish you could show me more. I’m at a slight disadvantage since you can see more of me.”  Steve slides his desk chair over till he’s directly in front of his camera palming the growing bulge in his boxers. “You can see me right? See what those sexy, low resolution pictures do to me.”

He grins when he hears you laugh. 

“Don’t laugh, pretty girl. It reminds me of when I was a kid trying to sneak into the living room to watch the playboy channel but it was always grainy with static.”

“Hm, you bad boy. I’m surprised your dad didn’t pay extra to have that channel so it would be clearer.”

“My mom would never allow that. She knows my father is a man slut. That’s why she follows him all over the world to make sure he doesn’t cheat her.” His gentle eyes flick briefly to the camera. “I would never hurt you like that. I would never cheat on you or anything.”

“I know, Steve. I know. I wouldn’t either… and I promise when we move in together if you want the playboy channel you can have it.”

You bite your bottom lip as his nose scrunches, throwing his head back while he laughs. 

“I don’t need anything like that when I have you. Beautiful girl with a beautiful body like yours. Are you still naked for me?”

“I am. I’ve been running my fingers along my skin since you took of your shirt. You’re so handsome.”

“Come on, honey. I know you can talk dirtier than that.”

“Hm, you want me to be dirtier? You want me to tell you I’m so wet just thinking about your face between my thighs? Just imagining your tongue licking me clean till I make a mess again.”

Steve moans loudly into your ear, the sound driving you crazy as you watch him pull out his cock and spit into his hand as he strokes along his length. Sliding your fingers between your folds, you exhale as you rub circles against your clit. 

“Fuck. K-Keep your eyes open and on me, Y/N.”

“How do you—mmm—how do you know they aren’t?”

He smirks slightly as he tilts closer to the webcam. “I fuck you remember? I know everything your body does. Shit… like right now I know you’re only playing with that pretty little clit.” Steve’s smile grows when he hears you laugh in your throat. “Am I wrong?”

“No, baby. You aren’t.”

“Why don’t you put those fingers inside of you and imagine it’s me stretching you open.”

“Steve…”, you moan at his words as you open your legs wider and glide two of you digits into your entrance.

“Good girl. Fuck, Y/N, the sounds you make… I wish I was there, honey, feeling that warm pussy squeezing me tightly.”

“Pl-Please, Steve. Don’t stop.”

“You want me to keep talking to you? Tell you how fucking sexy you are. Mmm—goddamn it—how much I wish I was there so I can pump my dick so deep into you that you can feel me in your stomach. Feeling your nails drag down my back as you beg me to make you cum. Fuck…cum for me, baby girl. I need to hear it.”

You panted into the phone as you watched him stroke himself faster at the sound. Chanting his name, your thighs shook as you came and with half lidded eyes, you kept them on your screen as he folded into himself, releasing rope after rope of his seed. 

“Jesus Christ. That was amazing. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve grins at your now sleepy tone. “Sweetheart, turn off your computer and go get into bed.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Don’t I always?”

You both turn off your computers, listening to his steady breathing as you both climb into your separate beds and pull up the covers over your tired frames. 

“I can’t wait for us to move in together so I can really go to bed with you and hold you. I like when I can play with your hair or just touch your face.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.” Your eyes started to droop and you vaguely heard his voice trying to get your attention in the background. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?”

“Wait! Honey, did you mean that? Or were you just saying that because you’re tired? Y/N!”

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“Hey, have you heard from Steve?”

Sam, your best friend, looked at you like you had gone insane. 

“Um, no. Why would I know where your boyfriend is? You two are the ones that talk 24/7.”

“I mean, usually he picks me up in the morning but he left me a message saying he couldn’t and he’s not answering my texts. I’m starting to get worried.”

“Did something happen?”

“I…I think I told him I loved him as I was falling asleep.”

“Oof. That’s a big step. Why do you think you said it and not know that you did?”

“I was falling asleep. When I woke up I thought it was dream but with him being MIA—”

“He’s not missing. He’s just avoiding you.”, Carol snickers as she walks by. “Steve Harrington doesn’t do the love thing no matter what part of the student body he’s fucking.”

“Fuck off, Carol.”, Sam growls. “No one asked you.”

“Don’t believe me? Why don’t you go ask him? He’s in the gym right now with Tommy and the other guys for practice.”

Your heart tells you not to; to ignore her and trust him but your brain won’t stop screaming to follow her as you head for the gym. To your surprise, she wasn’t lying. There he was running back and forth on the court as he blocked Tommy from making a basket. 

Steve smiled when he saw you but it fell slightly when he saw you standing next to his old friend. 

“Hey baby. Everything ok?”

“I was going to ask you that. I just haven’t been able to reach you and I got worried.”

“My dad made me late this morning because he wanted to talk to me again about my future.”, he sighs as he rolls his eyes. 

“And my texts?”

“I forgot my phone at home because of this morning. I’ve been looking for you all day but I figured as soon as we were done here I’d go sit with you for the last of your lunch. Did I miss something? Why are you here and with Carol?”

“Thanks. Love you to, Harrington.”, she sasses.

“I got worried…”

“So you came to find me with the girl you hate?”

Grabbing his arm, you pull him away from prying ears as Tommy comes to stand next to his girlfriend. 

“Did…Did I tell you I love you last night?”

Steve blinks as he tries to understand how A equals B, how you telling him you loved him equated to you speaking with the girl who threatened to beat you up. 

“Yes, yes you did.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked you if you meant it or if you were just loopy from being exhausted and before you answered you hung up. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really confused. Why are you here with Carol?”

“Do you love me?”

“Goddamn it. Answer my question first because this will be the third fucking time I’m asking it.”

Hearing his tone shift like that was new for you. Yeah, you two had bickered especially after you for out he was the secret admirer you had been talking to all semester but this was different. Right now, he sounded angry.

“I was talking to Sam and she overheard. She said that ‘Steve Harrington doesn’t do the love thing.’”

“And you believed her?”

“Steve, I haven’t heard from you all day! Normally, you message me 24/7 when you’re not with me. What was I supposed to think!?”

“You’re supposed to trust me and not some girl who bullied you!”

“Let’s not forget, your highness, that you used to be one of them!”

“Ooo! Nice one, Y/L/N!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, TOMMY!”, you and Steve shout in unison. 

Without saying a word, Steve turns away from you and heads for the locker room. 

***

He didn’t answer any of your messages or calls for the rest of the day. That following Saturday morning you kept trying to no avail and it killed you. This must be how he felt when you didn’t answer after the Halloween dance. 

“Y/N, if I were you I would come to this party. Your boyfriend is getting drunk off his ass and it’s not pretty.”

You roll your eyes at Sam’s text and after 20 minutes you show up at her side. 

“Your prince charming.”, she gestures towards Steve who was jugging back a red cup at a kitchen island with other boys surrounding him as it dribbled down his down. 

“WHOA! Another!”

“No, no, Steve Harrington. You’ve had enough.”

“Hey! You look exactly like my girlfriend. She’s so prettyful.” You can’t help but smile at his slurred words as you toss Sam your keys.

“Give me a head start and then meet me at his house. I’ll take you home after.”

Your best friend nods as you sling his arm over your shoulders and walk him towards his car. As you begin to drive, he continues to babble at you as you smirk and nod your head at his drunken questions. 

“Do you know my girlfriend?! Seriously, you guys could be related. Hey! If you see her, can you give her something for me, please?” He unbuckles his seatbelt and clumsily digs in the backseat. 

“Steve, baby, sit back down, okay.”

“HERE! I’ll put this right here…so you don’t forget it. I-I-I got her a webcam today so I can see her face. I miss her face.”

“Why don’t you give it to her in person?”

His hair moves from side to side as he shakes his head. “Mad at her.”

“Why are you mad at her?”

“Cause she still thinks I’m that asshole…king Steve or whatever…”, he sighs as he absently gestures in the air. “I don’t know what else to do to convince her…I different.”

“Maybe…maybe it has nothing to do with you. Maybe she’s just afraid of losing you because of what she’s been through.”

His eyes narrow drunkenly in your direction before leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You are so smart. You have big brain like her.” You laugh really hard at his comment making him smile widely. “One of many reasons I love her. God, I love her sooooooo much. I knew when we had started talking I cared about her but when she showed up at the dance and I saw those beautiful eyes… I’ll tell you, friend, I knew I wanted to marry her then and there.”

You parked outside of his house and came around to pull him out of the passenger side. As he placed his arm around your shoulder, he craned his neck, and noticed you were crying. 

“Oh no! No, prettyful girl. Don’t cry.” Steve stopped and tried to wipe your eyes with his sleeve. “I sorry if I made you sad.”

“No, honey, you didn’t make me sad.” Guiding him into his house, you practically carried him up the stairs and placed him on his bed. “Ok, I’m going to take off your shoes and pants ok?”

“No! I can do it! I may be mad at my girlfriend but I’m not my dad.”, he giggles as he sits up to wobbly untie his laces. “My father is a dick. He ber-berate…berate…he yells at me and my mom all the time. I’m never going to be like him.”

“No, Steve. You won’t.”

“I AM going to work hard like he did though. I wanna buy Y/N a house like this one day and be able to give her everything she deserves. Oh! And we’ll have six kids.”

“My goodness!”

A big tooth filled grin spreads along his face and he pushes down his jeans before tossing them on his floor. 

“Can I ask you one more question, angel? You’re an angel right?”

“That’s what my boyfriend tells me.”, you smile as you try to guide him to lay down with your hands. 

“Do you think she’s scared to? Like how I’m afraid of becoming my dad she’s afraid of me leaving like her mom did. Some-sometimes I think that’s why she expect the worse all the time.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t think that’s why. I can understand why you would think that though.”

He nodded as his eyes closed and he immediately passed out. 

That following morning, Steve work up to a private message on his computer.

Ouyay_Areyay_umbday18: I completely understand if you don’t want to see my right now but I want to show you something if that’s ok. My family is having dinner at Enzo’s at 7pm and I would like for you to come. If not that’s ok to. I’ll still love you, Steve Harrington.

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Steve had texted you asking what he should wear and you responded by telling him how you were dressed. He found this slightly odd but you told him it would make sense later. Tonight, you were wearing a cute blue sunflower dress with flats and your hair down near your shoulders. In return, he showed up the restaurant wearing one of his solid color polos and a pair of black slacks with some nice black shoes. 

You swooned as soon as you saw him, resisting the urge to tackle him into a big bear hug. 

“You look so good.”

“Thank you. So do you. I like this dress.”, he softly smiled as he lightly tugged on the hem. 

“Dad. This is the boy I was telling you about. This is—”

“Steve Harrington! I know all about you, son. Well, your father.”, your dad chuckles loudly as he firmly shakes the boy’s hand. “This is my wife Meredith…”

Steve reached out to shake her hand as well but she just politely nodded as her eyes scanned him up and down. 

“And these are my other two daughters, Olivia and Savannah.”

“STEP daughters. Hi Steve.”, Olivia coos in a pitch voice that makes you cringe.

“Wow, you are way better looking than we were expecting especially if you’re dating Y/N.”, Savannah giggled. 

You watched his face contort into something more stoic as he stepped back and closer to your side. 

“Alright family! Let’s go get some food.”, your dad hollers playfully as he ushers with his arms for everyone to go inside. 

***

Your father loved Steve, asking him a ton of questions about himself with an animated excitement that had the boy grinning. 

“I’m really glad you could join us, Steve. The girls here usually live with their dad but we try to get together at least once a month for a big family get together to catch up but as I’m sure you’ve notice I do the bulk of the talking.”, he laughed. 

“Not a problem. It’s nice to finally meet Y/N’s family.”

“Have you met his yet, sweetie?”

“I haven’t, dad, but they seem to never be in Hawkins for a long enough time to do so.”

“Well, when you have money to burn like he does, I wouldn’t be home either.”, Meredith sighs as she chugs back the whine in her glass. “But I married an electrician. I guess Y/N’s luckier than me.”

You dad nervously smiles as he glances Steve’s way. “She tends to get a little feisty when she drinks. I’m a fantastic electrician.” Your stepmom snorts at the comment. “I like working with my hands.”

“What about you, Stevie? Do you like working with those big, beautiful hands?”, Olivia flirted.

“I’m, um, probably not as skilled as your dad when it comes to lights and fixing things.”

“Stepdad.”, Savannah corrects. “Don’t worry. We can teach you a thing or two.”

“I’m…I’m good. Y/N shows me enough.” Trying to change the subject he turns towards your father again. “She actually helps me a lot with my schoolwork.”

“Pfft, you may want to reconsider having her tutor you, honey. She has his genes and let’s just say he’s not exactly Einstein.”

Your dad laughs nervously. “Meredith, can I talk to you alone for a moment, please?”

As you watch them get up and walk away from the table, Steve takes your hand in his in your lap.

“So Y/N, how’d you manage to brainwash this one?”

“Oh, you know me, Savannah. I just purchased him out of a catalogue so you both would think I was cool. That’s all I need to feel complete; your validation.”

“Hm. Steve, baby, trust me, you can do some much better.”

He was so busy watching your dad and stepmom fight outside the front door that he hadn’t heard a word either of them had said. When your eyes found his, you almost literally saw the lightbulb in his head go off. 

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Please.”, you happily exhale as he stands and tugs your hand. 

“—I can leave any time I want to! You think I can’t find a better man than you—”

“Y/N, hey, where are you two running off to?”, your father asks, interrupting his wife.

“We’re just going to get some dessert. I’ll be home later.”

“It was very nice meeting you, sir.” Steve shakes his hand one more time before you both run to his car.

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“Dude, those women are insane!” You and Steve cackle as he reaches into the Styrofoam container with his fork and takes a bite of the chocolate cake he bought for you to share from the bakery down the street. 

He had driven you to an excluded area of lover’s lake while you talked about the evening. 

“How do you think I feel? God, I don’t know what I’d do if her girls lived with us to. But that’s why I wanted you to see that. Steve, I’m not afraid of you leaving my mother did. I seriously barely remember her. I do however remember all the fights between Meredith and my dad. Her talking down to him constantly and making him feel like garbage. It would kill me if I hurt you like she does.”

“It doesn’t help that you have two Carol’s that come around reiterating that scary feeling.” You nod at his assessment. “Honey, you’re nothing them I assure you.”

“And you are nothing like your father.” You point your fork at him as you widen your eyes playfully making him smile. “I love you, Steve. Very much.”

“I love you to, Y/N.”

Grinning, you lean forward to give him a kiss. 

“I’ve never been to Lover’s Lake before. What does one do here?”

“Wanna go for a swim?”

“Oh, Steve—”

“Come on! There’s no one around.”, he chuckles as he gets out of his car and you do the same. 

After removing your clothes, Steve holds your hand as you both jump in, giggling when he bounces back up and shakes his now flat hair out of his face.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“Because…” you smile as you swim over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s so odd not seeing your hair all floofy.”

“Floofy? That’s fucking cute.”

“No, what’s fucking cute is you when you’re drunk. ‘You’re an angel right?’”, you mimic in his voice as he laughs and begins floating around with you in his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. What else did I say? Anything incriminating?”

“Hmmm…no. Well except you’re going to work hard and buy me a big house.”

“That’s true.”

“Apparently, we are having six kids!”

“Yup. Three boys and three girls.”, he grins.

“And… you said when you saw me that night at the Halloween dance…you knew you wanted to marry me.”

Steve’s hands slide a bit lower down your back as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Yeah, that’s true to. You took my breath away.”

“Steve…”

 He beams down at you as his fingers come up to move a strand of hair that was sticking to your cheek. 

“I fell for you the moment we started talking online. Remember, I told you I knew you were different. It was just an added benefit that you are fucking gorgeous.” You roll your eyes in jest making his smile grow as he holds you tighter. “You were the most BEAUTIFUL girl at that dance.” Steve spun you around as you giggled clinging to his neck as your fingers wound in his hair. 

“Jesus and then you kissed me…” He groaned as his head fell in the nook between your neck and shoulder while he continued to murmur against your skin. “You tasted so good; I swear I fucking dreamed about it.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did.” Steve lips lightly trailed along your neck up to your ear. “I could still feel your hand on my dick to. I fantasized about those tiny hands around me.”

Your own palm slithered between your bodies as you took ahold of his cock and began stroking him under the water.

“Like that, baby?”

“Fuck, yes, honey, exactly like that.”, he whimpered as he sucked the flesh along your throat. 

“What else did you fantasize about that night, Steve? Tell me.”

“I—shit—I pictured you on your knees in front of me in-in a bra and panties wearing that mask—that’s it, baby—just looking up at me with those beautiful eyes while you stroked my cock.”

You moaned his name and it became almost too much for him as he swam back with you in tow towards the shoreline. Lifting you in his arms, he opened his back seat, and laid you down on your back before climbing in with you.

“Wait! Fuck, I’m…we’re going to get your car all wet.”

“Least of my worries right now, honey.”

“Do you have anything?”

You can’t help but giggle as you watch his soaking wet frame lean between his front seats as he reaches for his glove compartment and aggressively digs around until he finds a condom. After he crawls back to you, he leans back on his knees as he tears the foil with his teeth. 

You loved that you had this effect on him. Steve Harrington always seemed so confident out among the student body and citizens of Hawkins but when it came to you he always felt so lucky to have you that he wanted everything to be perfect. 

Reaching behind your head, he reorganized some of his jackets as a makeshift pillow before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“Please, Steve. I need you.”

You both mewled as he gradually began guiding himself into you. You and Steve had been together for months now but you still weren’t used to his size. He was the biggest person you had ever been with and it still took some adjusting. Your palm shot out to rest on his lower stomach as his thumb massaged slow circles into your clit while he did small thrusts allowing him to fill you inch by inch. 

“F-Fuck, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so good. Taking my cock so fucking well.”, he praised. “Goddamn, Y/N. So fucking tight…you drive me crazy, baby.”

When his hips finally connected with yours, Steve leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he bent one of your legs, holding your thigh and pushing it forward till your knee was near your chest. Moaning into you his mouth, he steadily pumped into you, his length dragging against your walls and his tip coming back to roughly glide along your sensitive spot. 

“St-Steve—fuck—harder. Please.”

He grunted as he did what your asked, the car rocking underneath you as you gripped the seat. When his glassy lust filled eyes met yours, he smirked as he released your leg and fell on to your body, pushing himself deeper into your cunt as he rolled his hips.

“Oh! Ba-baby… fuck… just like that, Steve.”

The man lifted his head, hovering his face just above yours as he whispered against your lips. 

“Like that, honey? Are you gonna cum, pretty girl? That’s right. Cum, Y/N. Cum all over my cock and moan my name. I love hearing you moan my name as your eyes roll back. Mmm—do you think you can keep them on me tonight?”

Subtly nodding, your mouth falls open, panting his name against his skin as you came hard around him. Your eyes never left his and he nodded in approval as he thrust his hips faster into yours. 

“Good girl. So fucking sexy when you cum. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I-I love you to, Steve. Cum, baby, please.”

His forehead fell on yours as he tried to keep his own eyes. At the last minute, they squeezed shut as he whimpered and spilled into the condom. 

“Fuck… Are you ok, honey?”

“Yeah. Go slow.”

Steve’s hair tickles your face as he glances between you both and carefully pulls out of your now sore but satisfied body. 

“I know, baby. I know. Oh shit. You’re shaking. Hang on.”, he coos as he climbs out to open the trunk and grab a towel. When he crawls back in he wraps it around you as well as one of the jackets you had been using as a pillow before tugging you to his side. 

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence as he occasionally runs his hands along your arms trying to warm you. 

“I wish we could fall asleep together.”, you sigh as you lean on his shoulder.

“Well, we have a couple more months until we graduate and then 2 months of summer…”

“I was thinking we could look for a place and move in during the summer. That way we can be settled before school starts.”

“We aren’t going to be able to get anything fancy.”

“Steve, you know I don’t care about that.”

The man heavily exhales before he shifts his gaze to you. 

“Do you remember the other day when I told you my dad wanted to talk to me again about my future? Yeah, it was more of a ‘I’m cutting you off’ conversation.”

“What? Why?”

“To teach me a lesson. I couldn’t get into school and I don’t want to work for his stupid company so…”, he shrugs.

Tilting you head, you tenderly kiss his cheek. 

“We’ll be ok. We can figure it out.”

****

It was a little after midnight when he dropped you off back home and as you got ready for bed your phone dinged with a message from Steve. 

Hey did you set up that webcam I got you?

Sir! Haven’t you seen enough of me today?! 

Yes I set it up AND it has sound. 

I can never see enough of you : ).

Sign in and turn it on. 

It takes you moment to do what he asks as your computer slowly loads up but once you finally have it running, you grin when you see his face illuminate that little box in the corner of the IM. 

StealthyNinja02: Hey beautiful.

“Hey handsome.”

StealthyNinja02: I was thinking about what you said about falling asleep together. If you’re comfortable with it, we can leave these on.

He points towards his camera.

StealthyNinja02: We don’t have to do it every night but I know you and I had a rough couple of days. I was just about to crawl into bed myself and all I could think about was how I wish you were in my arms. I figured this could be a substitute. 

Your desk was adjacent to the side of your bed so he wouldn’t have any problems seeing you. Steve’s camera got the end of his bed so all you would see is his hair and feet. 

“Okay.”

His eyes followed you as you got under your covers and faced your screen. He did the same except you noticed he grabbed a pillow and laid his head towards the end of his bed so you could actually see his face making you smile. 

“Good night, prince charming. I love you.”

Your phone vibrated and you quickly read it before your eyes became too heavy to keep open. 

Sweet dreams, honey. I love you to.”

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[fictionfixations]

Hanya: Could it be that the signal from the Shackling Prison is still blocked? Hmm... they proposed maintenance last year, but it's been delayed in the approval process...

i sure hope thats changed now (2.4-2.5 go brr)

OH MY GOD thats a huge wall of text. i was just clicking to speed up the texts and i just get hit with walls upon walls of texts and then it kept going and im like OKAY HOLD ON I CANT READ THAT FAST and trying to speed it up so i can scroll back and read it and theN BRRRR like holy fuck 😭

anyway context: hanya wrote this for her sister (who likes thriller novels). apparently its her first attempt. its called Seawater

Hanya: Judges have forever grappled with the burden of excruciating decisions. Among them, few weigh on their conscience as heavily as the relentless pursuit of the betrayer. Motivated by greed, disdain, or the intoxication of danger, comrades can swiftly transform into enemies. And when the moment arrives to dispense justice upon a former ally in the name of the revered Ten Lords, the torment becomes unbearable. The place I now journey towards bears witness to a heart-rending spectacle. Long ago, I meticulously constructed a trap to ensnare the perpetrator who conspired with the Denizens of Abundance. This elusive criminal, known only as "Seawater," peddled invaluable secrets, unraveling the intricate tapestry of the Alliance within the Ryansnaut Sector. Engaged in an unyielding battle with "Seawater" for an extended duration, I now find myself poised to tighten the noose. As I hasten towards the scene, a vivid tableau unfolds within my mind. A greenhorn Cloud Knight, a spirited street performer, a guileless foxian girl, and one enigmatic Nameless... Which among them could be "Seawater"? And when the truth is ultimately unveiled, how shall I confront the inevitable, merciless denouement...? Without warning, an arrow, launched from the shadows, pierces my heart. I collapse to the ground, I find my gaze locked onto the countenance of the assailant... Trailblazer: Wait, hold on a sec! Are you seriously planning to send me the entire novel through text messages!? Hanya: Sorry. I'm not done yet. "Seawater... It is you!" It ends here. That's all I've managed to write so far. I'm a bit stuck and need some advice.

im so sorry if there are any typos or if i typed the wrong word but thats a lot of text 😭 i usually write the texts together but separating it for each text sent. i dont know if that makes sense, but since she was sending a novel i thought itd be a better idea to actually put space in between the paragraphs so its not just all clumped together in a difficult to read block of text (also its a personal thing because i for the life of me i struggle so bad keeping track of where i am reading SUPER long blocks of text cause i keep accidentally losing my place or reading the wrong sentence in combination with another)

anyways

the reason we are suspects is because xueyi told her its easier to write characters based on familiar faces

Hanya: My sister mentioned that it's easier to write a novel when the characters are based on familiar faces. I've been thinking about it. Maybe it's because you guys are always too kind for me to imagine you doing anything evil. No wonder I'm stuck now. Perhaps I should draw inspiration from the criminals I usually deal with.

also she hasnt decided on who seawater (the criminal) should be

[c0dmic]

REGINA MILLS ANALYSIS

I may get things wrong, so I'm putting information I know of or believe in the most. I still may get it wrong, so correct me. I'm going to talk about Regina's problematic actions, relationships she was in, and a bit of widely talked about topics. Also, most of the posts about her are outdated and later proven to be wrong. So I had to put points that are now and have been canon since the show ended.

CONTAINS: Opinions

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Regina Mill's personality goes easier throughout the show. From being manipulative to caring but still having that s1 spark. She expresses her caring to her old enemies, aka, The Charmings.

From the flashbacks, we see Regina adopt a child named Henry. She went from having almost full vengeance and revenge still pent up in her heart to having a mix of both love and darkness due to Henry.

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Yes, Regina was rude to her citizens of Storybrooke. But most of what she did (in later seasons) was use sarcasm. Let's jump into her actions.

Problematic Actions:

- R4pe (Graham Specifically) for 28 years

- Manipulate Henry for years ( calling his 'theory' of fairytales fake)

- Violence (to Villages and People)

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Let get into the r4pe part first. Of course, even as someone like a Regina stan should not excuse this behavior. Me, aka a person who likes her but doesn't excuse and will NEVER excuse her problematic actions, especially this one in particular.

Regina had raped Graham for around 28 years. 

One sentence that implies it, even for a little bit, is in the episode where Graham (huntsman at the time) meets Regina for the first time. She says

"Take him to my bedchamber,"

I know it's short. But why else would someone say that. Just think about that.

And also the fact that Regina most definitely (for the curse) made Graham engage with her romantically and sexually. Even though it was obvious that he didn't like her that way in the Enchanted forest or most likely ever. Not to mention she had his heart, and in ouat logic hearts are used to control people, so when doing stuff with Regina both romantically and sexually, he was forced to because Regina gave him orders.

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Now we go to Manipulating Henry.

For ten whole years, Henry has lived and grew up with Regina. He loved his mother (even though she's not his bio mom). Until Henry got the book, and Emma had revealed that Henry had a book and kept on saying everyone in town are fairytale characters that are cursed (which ofc is true). Regina, unknowing of her sons correct theory /speculation/ belief, was visibly shocked. And when she found out that Snow (Mary) had given the book to him, she didn't want that at all. And even set up Emma into saying that Henry was 

'crazy' when Henry was nearby. So that she can attempt to stop him from thinking of his speculation and them bonding.

All of this was to make sure Henry couldn't connect and hate his birth mother so that she could have him as his own. And also because Henry was right, and she didn't want her son of ten years to hate her for her sins.

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Explaining the cause of her actions. NOT JUSTIFING HER PROBLEMATIC ACTIONS, IM JUST EXPLAINING WHY SHE DID THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Justify means to show or prove to be right or reasonable.

While to explain means to be the cause of or motivating factor for an action.

I know explain has many definitions or ways to explain what it means and one means to justify. While mine means to simply explain the cause or motivation towards the action.

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There's no doubt Cora was abusive to Regina. And before you start, there's different types of abuse. The abuse Cora does to Regina is Mental and Emotional. Maybe physical but still very debatable and unclear.

For emotional, Cora visibly and directly shows that Cora wants to control Regina. She wanted Regina to do something Regina didn't want just so Cora could have what SHE wanted. And Emotional abuse means to, "target a person's feelings, it uses emotions to manipulate, punish, and achieve control." That heavily reminds me of Cora killing Daniel to gain more control of Regina. And if you didn't already know.

And there's scenes where Cora would grab Regina forcefully with vines to STOP Regina from moving or walking away from her. Cora said in one of the scenes, "Don't you dare walk away from me!" Then proceed to grab Regina using vines from her Magic. Also, her father, Henry, said to Regina that Cora wanted control over her and if Regina continues with her evil actions, her mother had achieved to controlled her. Because, everything Cora did to Regina was calculated. Daniel's Death, The marriage, the abuse, and it was all to get Reina to become evil. In s2 i think, (the Angstiest Regina Season), Regina goes to Archie upset and with TEARS in her eyes because, she used magic, because she used magic. And she Didn't want to use magic against Henry like her mother. After she did so, she was upset because she broke her own promise to not use magic against Henry. Also because it reminded her of what her mother did to her, and she did want to pass it down for Henry.

Also Cora in s2, came Storybrooke (her daughters town) not only to reunite with Regina but to BREAK HER... like wtf. And Regina is Already upset because Henry is growing distant to her. But Cora, literally

frames her own daughter for murder. While the whole fucking town is already against her.

For Mental, theres an episode where Cora forms Regina's thoughts by saying, "Sometimes I wonder if the people actually like you". And Cora seems to have an influence in Regina's world view, of Wolf and Sheep. Regina States in the episode where she meets the huntsman (Graham). 

(Got the episode part from a Tumblr poster from ouatanalysis) aka:

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Now back to what I was saying about Cora. Cora had forced Regina into marriage. BUT as you could tell as time went on Regina had decided to use her relationship with Leopold to gain control, because that's what her mother said, about something along the lines of, "power is useful" before she sent her mother through the mirror.

And her mother sent her to a marriage with a broken old ass man who was still grieving his wife. Which lead to the neglect from Leopold to Regina. It was stated by Regina herself that Leopold would often leave Regina by herself at the castle that at points she felt like the 'Queen of Nothing'.

And for me i feel like Regina (forgive me for wording this part wrong) was considered her as a mourning tool. Like, "Oh my wife died 8 years ago, lets get another one to help with and to deal with me". Yes he may have also gotten Regina because she seemed like a good mother figure fit for Snow, but still, most likely half the woman population of Leopolds age from Leopolds kingdom would save Snow from the horse in a heartbeat if they were there and they would show genuine feelings for Leopold. However, he chooses, a woman who's 18 and lives away.

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Not only Cora and Leopold influenced Regina's bad perspective and actions, Rumple also did too.

Rumple saw Regina as a person wanting power and wanting to stand out and not seem as weak and took the opportunity as the dark one to turn Regina evil.

Regina at first was hesitant to say that she liked using magic due to her not wanting to be like her mother and also due to her mother's actions with her, with magic.

But time happens and Regina uses more and more of magic for evil and frightens villages and kills Villagers who helped Snow in the slightest bit.

I still stan her because she changed, she's reformed and she would never do that stuff again (r4pe, use magic against Henry or manipulate him, or m4ss murd3r).

ANYWAYS, this was heavily controversial. But if your going to criticize/correct parts, be respectful and mature about it instead of wanting to start a riot. Saying "Fuck you", "Go die in a hole", "Kys", "I hope your house burns down". And be respectful, if you want to critigue/correct me at certain parts, by all means, go ahead, but tell me what parts I went wrong instead of telling me to kms.

NOTE: This is from May 2023, but I just remembered this now. And parts didn't make sense so I changed it up to make it better.

[lauvra]

up all night agonising over the passive voice. having a writing detox, this is it. lowercase. let's brainstorm harder ways than necessary to get simply achievable things. how to get a job. sound official cc official sounding people then instruct a new hire be added to the piece of paper with names on it or like claim it's interstate transfer given wrong info by you personally in your power and your boss so angry you feel awful but don't say that you're up there you don't care, company jargon. say this is a business. they're threatening to sue and own a gold mine just want a weekend job on top maybe even suggest they hold a second interview in case then you get an interview so much easier than asking in person. just do it 'til you find a big enough one with poor enough internal communication and cc enough names that sound important surely you'll fool someone maybe send it late afternoon. not paid much longer to think. irony is the job in my head for this fool proof master plan so worth trying is base shithouse type cus creative plus smart is unplugged. pay for premium subscription. hey this ain't no better. im on smoko leavemealone someone should create a sincere slow sad version of that. like pained. they just won't leave me alone. this is my brain massage low energy relaxed sipping raspberry strawberry ice tea activity. say dumb things. turn it into a segment. surely hackers could swindle their way onto i bet that would be another stupid thing to say but this entire post is designed to encourage the um, actually crowd to confess their secrets cus it's worth a thrill to call me stupid. i then pass info to the authorities who i love. the other day i was thinking about what qualifies as impressive in terms of street taggers, graffers, artists like essentially access difficulty. how well surveilled how heavily penalised. then the question of what kinda tag or hack turns the community against you and jack said like when people took down the internet archive and like you just don't do that because i've saved a lot of offensive post screenshots on there because some days i'm a bad person who goes against her values which seem malleable and confusingly so like jack said a ginger cat had been run over outside the day prior and my first thought was i literally know which cat that is and she has been taunting our girls at the bedroom windows for a while, she saw me see her and slinked away but not that night and waltzed onto the road brushing her tail in a sexy way against a parked car tire and i thought that is not smart and alas 'twas not. my first cat was a ginger named ginger she got hit by a car and dad threw her in the bin out front i don't care about your cat unless they've got a cool personality or i love you so much i'm willing to give them a fair shot flicking through your pictures like your friend's boyfriends you know. if you say he's ok i can pretend. i love april's cat because he's penny's brother. they lived beneath the same house as strays and sucked their mothers splooge toob so that was a poor call obviously but let's call c***s splooge toobs sorry wobbly parts banned during downtime.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

I just read your yandere Cale and oh my god, you awaken something in me and I don't know what exactly it is but now I am looking for more yandere Cale

-✍

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okay i cant write a story since im currently in my lecturer's home getting questioned for my assignments so i'll just talk about what type of yandere cale could be —

i've talked abt this to a mutual before but i wanna elaborate more

WARNING: manipulation

MANIPULATION OBVIOUSLY

the man is so smart and cunning

he prefers it if you notice that something was wrong with him

that you're able to see through his words

he takes it as a challenge to easily have you in his grasp

for the first few times, he can see that you were very observant in the things you felt odd

but he's always working hard to have you accept it — to have this type of behavior normalized

he's very big on the "you're mine" thingie

v v possessive

but not to the point that he'll isolate you

no he has to make you believe you're free

make you feel like he's so easygoing

also to have you feel protected

he has his family and allies to back you up whenever you need

protect you if you're in trouble

and as time goes on, you began to realize something

"oh wow, im always going to be safe when im with him"

"my life has been so much easier since i met him"

is that him manipulating you?

NOOO of course not, that's something you came up with alone :)

besides, it's true!

he's just doing what he always does

being protective and compassionate

and wow, you know what?

maybe staying with him is the best choice

so you do exactly that.

you chose to stay with him and help him around

oh but dammit, so many people are still pursuing you, what should he do?

cale doesn't resort to murder, obviously

and he doesn't wanna waste his time even looking at them

so it has to be you, the root of it all

he digs up information about any man who tries to pursue you

any kind of dirt he could have on them, he would use them

and you know damn well everyone else will unconsciously start talking shit about any man who approaches you

"the young man from the county of ___ was once found with a woman even though he had a lover, right?"

"yes, young master," ron would confirm cale's words right in front of you. "truly what a disgrace of a man."

the next day when you received a letter from the said man professing his love, you threw away the letter in disgust

"oh, i heard from his highness that the man like to inappropriately grab on women," choi han would inform you when you brought up the name of the man who had sent a letter to you

"isn't he the one who likes to hit his maids?" rosalyn would question when the man who had greeted you walked away

you see, cale has never once asked them to do this

but they are aware of just how cale likes you that they couldn't help it :(

they just want to see cale achieve what he wants

this type of thing happens too many times to the point you finally gave up

you refused to talk to anyone outside of your friends and family, not wanting to meet anyone because you couldn't trust them

would you blame cale for this?

Of course not :)

this was your personal decision

a decision you made for and by yourself

the way he shows his affection will make you think "no one will love me as he does"

so he makes sure that the only person you could ever see is him and only him

he also spends a shit ton of money on you and would even use the excuse "you can pay me back with ___" and shit like that

he'll make sure you'll feel indebted to him so your own guilt will not allow you to leave him

once you finally got together with cale, people keeps on asking for your presence

they want to be connected with you

and cale doesn't have to worry about a thing

why?

because you're already tired of dealing with others

you just want to be with him and him alone

instead of making him to be someone who's forcing his s/o into isolation, i think he's the type to make sure you'll be the one to isolate yourself from others

Cale, nonchalantly: "I heard someone invited you to a ball"

Reader: "Yeah, but I turned it down"

Cale: "Why?"

Reader, hugging Cale's arm: "Everyone is so annoying. I just want to be with you."

And Cale just smiles.

[chocoenvy]

in regards to the god!reader having a lover from their world, how would the archons or whoever you want react to god!reader somehow bringing them into tevyat? (not the same anon btw)

If this were to happen i feel like it'd be a bit like this ofc it'd be different im just a tad bit obsessed with this atm

I brainrotted so hard with this thank you

The archons would be mega jealous but you love your lover so much. You're so happy when they smile, hold your hand, kiss you, no matter how jealous they may be they can't get upset.

You were so sad without them too, that when they finally came to Teyvat the entire world felt how happy you were.

Not to mention that they know you best, been there before you were deemed a god.

When they're first brought to Teyvat they're very confused about your new deity status and are threatened 24/7 by the characters to treat you with respect

To which you scold them because your lover doesn't have to do that.

Eventually they get the hang of it but I feel like the teasing potential they have over you is too great

They'd probably tease you about all the characters you're down bad for.

They'd be like, "Hey remember when you spent your money to get Thoma? A four star?"

"When you saw Yae Miko and went 'Excuse me, mommy? sorry mommy? sorry, mommy-?"

"SHUT UP SHE'S RIGHT THERE!"

You have to be careful though because your acolytes can and will take threats to your spouse literally.

"I'll push you off Amakumo peak if you don't shut the fuck up about my gambling addiction-"

Meanwhile your cult is already planning their murder but they have no clue how to get to Amakumo peak.

if you catch onto their plans for murder you have to tell them that your insults and threats are loving. It's how you showed your love for people back on your world because they didn't treat you like a god.

Some of them are confused, unable to imagine you as anything other than a god, but others understand.

Eventually you have to make it excruciatingly clear to all of your acolytes that your lover is untouchable. Not to be hurt no matter the circumstances or what you say. You make a rule book just so the number one rule can be to not hurt your lover no. matter. what.

You lover saying so much obscure shit. They make it their mission to make you laugh at the stupidest inside jokes and memes that none of the cult members understand.

You: *Being serious*

Your lover: It was never about the wandering traveler...

You: Shut the fuck up-

Your lover: "It was about THE METS BABEY-"

Singing tar-tar-taglia lover of Snezhnayan queen together and Childe isn't sure if he should be touched or not.

Cute dates in all of your favorite places. All those places you'd take pictures together you can now stare at for hours together.

Y'know how most of the time we shorten names to make it easier to type? Like Barbara = Barbs?

Doing that and saying all of their names wrong

Calling Kokomi negative crit rate and she's not too sure what that means but she's hurt.

You getting homesick and you're tired of being treated like a god and they're right there for you. Grounding you, being your home, and being the place where you don't have to be a god.

They're just a beacon of comfort for you and you them so you're stuck to each other 24/7 much to the dismay of the archons

They'd love to get to be closer to you but your lover takes up all of your time

But you're so happy, you never smiled that much before they came. You enjoyed Teyvat much more when they were around.

It hurt the archons, but they knew that you were happiest this way. They could tell with every breath of Teyvat that you were giddy when your lover was around. To which, they couldn't argue them taking up all of your time.

[ghostlysenses]

Waiting

(sorry i havent uploaded in some time, heres something to make up for it)

Karlnapity X child read (using she/her pronouns)

TW: SAD, CHARACTER DEATH

Characters are tommy, qauckity, and you!

Tommy was walking through the smp one day, checking out everything, abandoned or not he went through it.

Houses, memoirs, etc. He raided some places for loot while others he went to simply because they looked scary or had a pleasing view.

Then he came across sapnap, Karl's, and quackity's old house that they all had together.

He also remembers them adopting a kid and moving them into this house too, though he didn't know the whereabouts of said kid now.

She would be what? his age? maybe a year younger? still this didn't stop him from walking in and searching the place for whatever the family of 4 left behind.

going from room to room, searching chests, drawers, and cabinets, finding somethings that could be useful to him like swords and food he then found a staircase to the second floor.

Going up the stairs Tommy sees two doors, one is cracked open and the other is closed. He goes through the open one first, it looks like the trios old bedroom and since there's nothing interesting he leaves and heads to the other door and jokingly knocks on it, not expecting an answer from the other side.

"hello?" it sounds like a girl, like Y/n!

"hello?! Y/N? what are you doing in there?" he asks concerned for her, no one has seen her in ages!

"oh, hi Tommy, im just...waiting" she says in a sort of monotone voice, like she's tired

"waiting for what exactly?" Tommy asks, he's curious to know why she's still here

"for one of my dads to unlock the door, they have the key! they locked my door every night when i fell asleep to make sure no one would get me, but one day I woke up and it never got unlocked.." she responded with sadness in her voice, Tommy tries opening the door to find its locked.

determined to get his friend out he says "how long have you've been waiting??"he asks, kinda worried for her wellbeing

"i.. don't know" she says sadly

tommy responds with "Ill go find them, I promise I'll get you out Y/N!"

in response the girl on the other side says "Really?! thank you Tommy!!!" he smiles "be right back!"

Tommy runs out of the old house and goes to find one of the men who used to live here, which one would be easier to reason with? to find? that's when he realized, Quackity is kinda of the family type, he'd be easier to find and deal with! so Tommy starts his journey to Las Nevadas.

Once he gets there the first thing he does is shout quackitys name until he walks out

"tommy what do you want, I don't have time for this!" Annoyance laced quackitys voice as he talked

"do you still have the key to Y/N's room?? she's locked in there currently! I heard her through the door" tommy's words shocked quackity

"of course, we all had keys to her room" he says firmly

"lets go get her out" was all quackity had to say as they ventured back to his old home, a place he never thought he'd go back to.

Once there Quackity knocked on Y/N's door "Sweetie? are you in there??" he sounds worried

"Papa!! hi! it's been awhile, can you please let me out?" she sounds happy, but there's a mixture of sadness, this confused Tommy a bit

"of course dear" Quackity unlocks the door and opens it only to find it empty. Him and tommy step in and find nothing as they look through it they find a body but not just any body Y/N's body, it looked decayed and old as if it had been there for years, which it most likely have. All Tommy could do is stare as Quackity fell to his knees over his child's corpse

"those two never unlocked her door when I left...they...they left her...I thought.....I thought they had her...I" Quackity couldn't handle how guilty he felt, he left and thought they would take care of her, clearly he was wrong.

Tommy knelt down beside him and comforted him as his own tears fell to the floor.

She was waiting for them

She had hope

and even after death she waited for them

for someone to unlock the door and free her

Tommy just wishes he had found her sooner

[antiv3nom]

You know, I'm only ever gonna ask about Bachira...

Tell me why he's the best

LMAO YOURE VALID THERE! IM HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT HIM <3 okay so disclaimer but i sort of answered a slightly different question? instead of why hes the best i felt i could better talk about why i personally love bachira so much and think hes fantastic, so please enjoy this fuckin essay of a post

okay, we have to start with the basics here. the very first thing that drew me to bachira was for SURE his character design. i mean. once again i will mention that i'm growing my hair out to look like his. and hes soooo androgynous!!! and as a nonbinary person who leans towards masc/androgynous styles im HERE FOR IT!!!! plus the yellow was already cool, even before i knew the bee fact about his name :D

and ofc there's also his personality!!! as my friend grin has. accurately read off me. my favorite characters are typically those that are surprisingly competent, and those that embody the :3 face (and thus also the >:3 face), and like. bachira is introduced as a sleepy little guy and then kicks someone in the face so he IMMEDIATELY checks both of those boxes and he really fits my character type

also, elaborating on the surprisingly competent piece—bachira is DECIDEDLY competent, but its not in a like...power sort of way? its all about his technique and his ✨ style ✨ and i really enjoy characters who are great at what they do in a more unconventional way or not having to do with their physicality (coming from a weak little bitch) and i dont know. really anything about soccer irl. but its easy enough to see that bachiras good at this shit!!!!

okay so now we get into the meaty shit, starting with his backstory <3 immediately his being an outcast...really fit, honestly, it tracks a lot for him. but it hit me HARD as someone who was/is kinda an outcast and never really had a solid group of friends until relatively recently? and just...his loneliness resonates with me, a lot. but ANYWAYS im not here to vent or anything, the other thing abt his backstory is the monster metaphor and its beginnings, because it is SO easily read as an allegory for neurodivergence (and without too much stretching, queerness as well). being set apart and left out and seen as weird because of honest, genuine passion and this undeniable part of you and just feeling like something is WRONG with you even if you love it is...such an experience that ive had. and its so so easier to see that in bachira!!!! moral of the story, bachira is bisexual and nonbinary and autistic because i am and i say so <3

anyways anyways straying away from headcanons, bachira's development arc? WRECKS ME. it's so very well done, that evolution of the prior loneliness and the desire to both be independent and to not be left behind are...gorgeous. amazing. i can and will write an essay about it. it really builds well on his backstory and what he's done in blue lock prior to that game and seeing him evolve past his monster and his need for someone to play with but not fully abandon either? it means a lot that he still values companionship even if he feels like he doesnt need it <3

moving onwards, i really adore bachiras interactions with other characters!!! the most obvious example is him and isagi, and we all know at this point how big of a bachisagi fan i am (i just think theyre neat <3 <3 <3) but a genuine FRIENDLY rivalry, emphasis on the friends, doesnt seem to pop up that often in blue lock, and its really nice to see with isagi :D and just!!!! they make each other want to be better!!! its good stuff

theres also bachira and rin, which...that shit is COMPLICATED but it's really really interesting how rin like, almost sees bachira as a rival (and thus an equal) but is the first one to really recognize the idea that bachira is still deeply lonely and dependent on having someone with him? rin is the one who kickstarts bachiras development with the line, "[your soccer] is a soccer that is looking for someone," which i will NEVER forget. i like that bachira still tries to interact with rin and crack his shell despite rins cold behavior towards him, it makes for some fun fun interactions <3

AND I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT LAVINHO. LAVINHO IS AWFUL AT BEING A RESPONSIBLE ADULT AND THAT MEANS THAT HE IS THE PERFECT MENTOR FOR BACHIRA!!!! because bachira still cares about having FUN!!!! AND WHAT HE NEEDS IS THAT SENSE OF EXCITEMENT AND CREATIVITY THAT LAVINHI BRINGS HIM!!!!!!!!! LORD THEYRE SO PERFECT TOGETHER (IN THE MENTOR/MENTEE SENSE OFC) AND I LOVE THEM

okay finally, and ik we've talked about this before, but bachira's motivations are the perfect blend of being individual enough to survive in the environment of blue lock, while still not being completely disconnected from the idea of teamwork and companionship, you know? it means a lot to me that a lot of these characters arent wholely self-centered because. well. many reasons. i could make a whole other post about egoism in bllk and why it Worries Me A Little but i wont get into it here lmao, the important part is that bachira has enough of a goal on his own that he can keep himself going without anyone else, but he WANTS to play with isagi and make friends and have that companionship that he didnt have when he was young and that just.....it resonates and means a lot <3 <3 <3

anyways, this was the definitive why i love bachira post <3 hope you enjoyed!!!!

[ay-wants-vodka]

I HAVE FINALLY MADE MY LEGITIMATE DESIGN FOR LASERBLAST U BET UR ASS IM GOING TO MAKE A COMPLAIN POST

For now, have art of power levels taken too seriously au

Read more if you wanna hear my borderline crack thesis regarding how levelling up effects ur physique in the au

If you’ve ever attempted weight lifting/exercising in hopes of gaining muscles before getting such hopes crushed because you learn the hard way that your weak little body needs a fuck ton of effort and strenuos training because muscles take harder to build especially when you’re at the newbie beginning part.

Essentially, ‘the first step is the hardest’ is a yeah no shit sherlock when it comes to gaining muscles.

Unless, you my forever beloved reader, by some cob forbid means, have a mesomorph body type. Aka you’re built different and god had a bias towards you, therefore you naturally have a high muscle to fat ratio, therefore you gain muscle relatively easier than others.

BUT you also lose muscle as quickly as you gain but I don’t need that right now so I’m gonna tuck this bit of information under the dustbin.

So there I was, going ,“huh so there was a possibility of people in the au to have the ability to easily gain muscle as they level up (or if they were a villain; level down)”

But then I was brutally punched square in the face as I remembered changing body types was impossible.

So I went ‘fuck you science this is my au and I can bribe the President of the Universe™️ to rewrite science. So from here on out, this is all fictional, sorta.

With that, I continued studying though and found that it was possible that thoughts controlled our body, in fact, they influence our bodies directly (this part’s legit btw).

Negative thoughts genuinely fuck up your body because your brain would go, “oh fuck why are you sad nonono” and then it’d deplete all those happy chemicals out of panic and damage your immune system instead. (still legit scientific study)

Vice versa if you’re feeling happy (okay these parts are all legit studies wtf past me why'd you put that disclaimer aout this being the ‘fictional science’ part where I mess around and defy science only to contradict yourself. Now I HAVE to keep these in because it’s funny).

Your brain would see you being happy and as a response, it releases endorphins and gamma globulin (which strengthens your immune systems). And these are all based on your thoughts, feelings and expectations.

Then I went hmm. Thoughts. Thoughts.

Ex p e c ta t i o n s ?

*Lightbulb forms above my head comically as I piece together shit*

Fundamentally, in this au, power levels are entirely based on your morality. Which is funny now that I think of it because its name is VERY misleading now.

In spite of that, it could make sense to say that people in the past misunderstood what the numbers on their wrist stood for and since those with higher numbers seem to be stronger, they’d make such assumptions and now everyone’s just stuck with calling them power levels even when it’s not definitionally accurate and modern science has proven it wrong.

NOW this is the entirely fictional part.

What if the more genuine, more passionate, more determined you are in serving justice and providing peace to the community, would make your mind go, “oh man. This is an important and risky duty to take. Gotta be prepared” and slowly you gain a more mesomorphic structure to ensure your safety.

Vice versa for villains yaddee yadda brain goes “mmm cant wait to be a menace to society gotta make sure I’m prepared mwahaha”

AND THEN I WAS LIKE WAIT

GLORBS

glorbs wouldn’t fuck with your morality but definetly messes with your physical strength/powers.

And this can have a bad long term effect because having your brain and body disagree is… not the best.

Glorbs would boost your body strength but your brain would get confused because that’s not supposed to happen since your morals are still where they were. Your brain would perceive the situation as stressful, however that is entirely contradictory.

And I’m not talking about your consciousness cause you know what you’re doing, I’m talking about TAHT brain that releases funny chemicals.

So not only would a glorb power up, or ‘going turbo’, be physically exhausting once the boost is over, it is mentally exhausting too.

Hey professor maybe you shouldn't let Fink use that too much cough scoffs coucgh cough coughc *contracts tuberculosis*

And after this I thought about Laserblast’s downfall.

This would mean he had to put in more and more effort into training and spend more hours hitting the gym to maintain the same structure in an attempt to avoid suspicion. His body loses its mesomorphic form as his morality becomes muddied, and since he’s not being honest and genuine about his current state, that piles up on the already decreasing numbers on his wrist.

The poor man

It’d make even more sense for him to centre his biological studies around glorbs; the only thing that is capable of increasing his physical attributes without messing with his principles.

(Now this is interesting because his brain would be even more confused as to why he is gaining more power DESPITE a decrease in his morality. Eventually leading to even MORE of an emotional burnout)

Desperation only digging him into a deeper pit.

This experience must’ve made Venomous associate lifting weights and strenuous exercise with severe stress to uphold an image. Instead, he’d just stick with doing nerd biology shit in the lab amd just sell stuff and be a dedicated capitalist.

As a consequence, it’d be understandable that he isn’t anywhere as muscular as he is now even if he’s a -7, which is a level away from being the mirror opposite of a level 8 on the morale scale.

To clarify, I’m not saying he’s a completely muscleless twig, just not as much in comparison.

EXHALES

Okay there you go. That’s all I have to say. I placed science in this au. Put an ‘R’ in the comments if you’ve read thru this shit. It means we are married.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Rose Colored Girl

asjdnkaerhgakj yaallllll I am so so so lucky to have had @dazedandinked agree to collab with me on a fic! her art is FIRE and I’m just absolutely in love with what she drew for this fic! if yall arent following her you should be, even when im not in the fandom she creates for im just in awe. 

i mean LOOK AT THIS ART!!!! ITS GORGEOUS

Pairing: Yennefer/Triss

Tags: getting together, a serries of firsts, tattoos, getting tattoos, bartender yen, student yen, lawyer triss, situationship to relationship, first date, first  i love you, yennefer is a bit dramatic, side/background geraskier.

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First Meeting 

“What’ll it be, Power Suit?” Yennefer tried to control her distaste in her expression, but given the woman’s eyebrows were climbing up her forehead, she had failed. It was easier with the men. They looked at her chest, not her wrinkled nose and ‘dead eyes’. 

“Anything strong and cold. I’m coming from a funeral.”

This time when Yennefer scrunched her nose, it was in a detached sympathy for the poor girl. As Yennefer made her drink, she watched her pick at her nails and tug at the bun atop her head like it wasn’t usually there. Her dark clothes didn’t seem to fit well either, clearly not something worn frequently. 

“Not the suit type then?” Yennefer asked, setting a terrifying mix of tequila, gin, triple sec, lime, and grapefruit juice in front of the woman who clearly needed it. 

“Only in court, and never black.”

“Prosecutor or defense?”

“Defense. The current DA and I are in a pissing match at the moment actually. Don’t go into law unless you’re prepared to be disappointed in humanity,” The woman chuckled, a forced and bitter thing, as she sipped her drink and her eyes went wide, “What is this?”

Yennefer just shrugged and picked up a tray, “Regulars call it my ‘potion’. And I’m disappointed daily. You see wild shit as a bartender.” 

From then till the end of her shift, Yennefer was power walking all over the bar with barely time to check on the woman in the ill-fitting suit. When 8 pm hit and the dinner rush was over (and her replacement clocked on a half-hour late) Yennefer didn’t even bother telling Geralt she was transferring tables to him. He knew. The tables never tipped. And to be honest, neither she nor Geralt had the patience to do more than deliver their beers and scribble down their orders as hastily as possible on a slow day. They wouldn’t even notice they’d been handed off. Funeral girl, however, she was going to make an effort with. 

“I’m almost out of here, do you mind closing out your tab with me before I go?” Yen tried for her best charming smile, which she wasn’t used to relying on. 

The woman smiled, a distractingly charming smile, and dug out her wallet, “Only if you let me buy you a drink.” 

It wasn’t the first time a patron had offered something like this, surely wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time Yennefer didn’t have a smartass declining retort. She just smiled and nodded, raising her eyebrows when the woman insisted she ring up what she wanted, not just a well drink she could suffer through. 

She examined the woman as she closed the tab. Her card declared her name was Beatrice Merigold, but that seemed… wrong for the person in front of Yennefer. She was too warm to be a Beatrice. Yennefer suspected she usually wore her curly hair down, or at least in a protective style, from the way she kept adjusting it. Her eyes were a gold-flecked brown and her freckles were rather charming, adding to a sort of youthful radiance that made her clothes seem even more ill-suited to who she was the longer Yennefer looked at her. 

“So, Beatrice,-”

“Triss.” The woman interrupted, though surprisingly, after a day of being interrupted and ignored it didn’t irritate Yennefer. For some reason, it almost made her happy that this woman wanted to be on nickname terms. 

“Triss, what brings you to a boys club bar? Other than the funeral.”

As Triss recounted her journey into the mahogany and leather shit hole where Yennefer spent her days, the bartender unpinned her hair and let the long dark waves fall over her shoulder. It didn’t escape her notice how Triss’ eyes followed the action, or how she stumbled over her words when Yen struck her final listening pose. She knew she was attractive, used it to pay her rent with tips in fact, but she hadn’t pegged Triss as interested until then; just lonely. On the realization, she almost felt the urge to apply some lip gloss just to test the waters, but Yen found she liked listening to her talk too much to care.  

“...I actually almost walked into the tattoo shop across the street. I thought that might be a fun ‘new me’ thing but I was too chicken…” Triss sipped the last of the original drink Yen had made her, “I’m sorry, I ramble when I’m.. nervous.”

Yennefer actually smiled, a genuine smile, “Don’t be. And don’t go to that shop for your first. Ivan is fantastic but not the most gentle.” 

“You have tattoos?”

Glancing behind her to make sure a specific table didn’t hear Yennefer leaned in close, “Tons, just not where they can see.” she winked and sipped at her martini.

“Can I?” Triss’ smirk transformed into horrified embarrassment in an instant, “Shit. Sorry. That’s… that’s wildly-”

“Sure.” Yennefer’s nonchalant shrug turned into a laugh at Triss as she blinked in confusion, then relief, “We should go to another bar though. I find the entitled ones get a little touchy when they know I have ink.”

First Date

That one drink turned into two, then three, and Yennefer thought possibly four but it was impossible to remember when the place they went next only served doubles. Yennefer had woken an hour late for a lecture in Triss’ bed and decided the best way to deal with the frustration was more sex. Somehow Triss got Yennefer’s number and after-shift hookups became a bit of a habit. 

And Yennefer was fine with that. 

In fact, she preferred to keep her interactions with Triss between the hours of 10 pm and 7 am. She’d been lying to herself since her last miserable breakup that relationships just weren’t her thing so keeping things as painfully casual as possible seemed ideal. Between law school and bartending she didn’t have time for much more than hookups anyway. 

Regardless, she still found herself lounging across the bed with her head in Triss’ lap as the older woman ran her fingers through her hair while reading photocopy after photocopy for a case. It wasn’t domestic if it was at 2 am. Nothing that happened after 2 am counted anyway. 

“I was thinking about getting a tattoo.”

Yennefer shifted so she could peer under the papers with a shit-eating grin, “A sexy tattoo?”

“Maybe?” Triss looked at her in amused exasperation, “Can plants be sexy?”

“Hand me my phone,” Yen instructed with a wink.

“Not sentient vine plants,” Triss laughed, dragging the tip of her index finger down the bridge of Yennefer’s nose and adding a light tap at the tip, “Would you come with me though?”

Without thinking Yennefer started nodding excitedly and firing off questions in rapid succession. She somehow sent off an email to her study group meeting in the morning that she had to go into work and couldn’t make it while gushing over the pictures Triss showed her. Of course, the lawyer had gotten a peek of the design beforehand, ever the charmer. It only hit Yennefer what she was doing when Triss bought them coffee on the way to the tattoo shop.

It was after 7 am. And they were behaving like a… couple.

She kept both hands on her coffee as she mentally cursed herself. This was supposed to be casual, a booty call and stress relief. Now she was taking Triss to a tattoo shop and holding her hand? Well, Triss was taking her, but it still felt too… attached. 

Yennefer pointedly kept her distance and offered little nods of approval when Triss gave her uneasy glances. She felt entirely out of her depth as she watched the artist lay the stencil over most of Triss’ upper arm. Did Triss think they were a couple? Was this something she’d ask anyone to do? Or was it just because Yen already had tattoos?

A hum of approval jarred her from her thoughts. Triss was checking out the design in the mirror and the artist was taking the opportunity to check her out in turn. Anger flared up in Yennefer’s chest and she moved without thinking. Shooting the artist a particularly venomous glare, she moved to stand behind Triss and settled her hands over her waist, resting her head on Triss’ other shoulder. 

“Suits you. Do you like the placement?”  

Triss gave her a confused but amused look and placed one hand over hers, “I think so.”

“It’s going to be on you forever,” Yennefer reminded her, sparing another glare toward the artist who was now quirking an eyebrow, “I want you to be sure.”

“I am,” Triss assured her, looking in her eyes for a bit longer than Yen thought was necessary, “Thank you, love.”

Through the rest of the appointment, Yennefer held Triss’ hand and murmured encouragement to her. When they left and the artist called her Triss’ girlfriend, she didn’t even bat an eye, just linked arms with her and pulled her out of the shop.

“Time for chips,” Yennefer declared, “On me.”

“You aren't going to run?” Triss asked, a tone of incredulity and a tiny hint of hope in her voice.

Yennefer just shrugged and kept walking, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you like this?”

“I’m fine…” Triss mumbled, staring at Yen like she’d grown a third eye.

With a snort, Yennefer held out her hand, “Mirror me,” when Triss did and her hand trembled Yennefer just raised her eyebrows, “Chips. Then a nap.”

“Will you nap with me?”

“Of course,” Yennefer murmured as she placed a kiss on Triss’ hair. She’d expected to be angry with herself, maybe more than a little disappointed, but all she felt was relief. 

She would be Triss’ girlfriend, there wasn’t much use fighting it anymore.

First “I love you”

Yennefer sat at the long mahogany bar, taking up three seats with her bag, ass, and the way she insisted on propping her feet up after every shift. Heels hurt, but a bartender in heels made so much more in tips than one in sneakers, especially in the business district of the city. As she swirled the cucumber spear around her martini, Geralt sipped his beer, counting the till and humming along to the music still faintly buzzing through the speakers. 

“I think I hate her a little,” Yennefer confessed, breaking the silence and earning a surprised, almost impressed, raise of the eyebrows from Geralt. 

“Hate fucking can be fun,” He mused, scribbling the totals on the bank sheet. 

Rolling her eyes, Yennefer knocked back the last of her martini, swirling the thick chilly liquid around her tongue until she tasted the basil, “Not that way.”

There was a brief silence while Geralt zipped up the right bags and put the right print-outs in the right envelopes. He was meticulous with his paperwork, a great characteristic in an employee, but Yennefer found it annoying when he took a half-hour to finish his closing duties. 

He sighed after he dropped the deposit in the safe and stood to see she was still looking at him expectantly, “If you want to talk relationships I need more liquor.”

“What a coincidence,” Yennefer smirked, slapping down a hefty chunk of her tips, “We’re in a bar right now.”

“How’d you meet her?” Geralt sighed, reaching for the mid-shelf vodka.

“Here.”

His hand swerved to the top shelf tequila before grabbing two shot glasses and pulling the lime out of the fridge, “No wonder you hate her.”

Yennefer scoffed, “She’s not a power suit cunt.”

Geralt set out the little tray of salt and a cup full of limes before rounding the bar and moving her bag to sit next to her, pouring each of them shots, “Spit it out. I’m not gonna trick you into it like Jask.”

They saluted each other before taking a sip of their tequila, “I am bitter,” she decided, “I am bitter and cynical and she just… floats through life. And you think everything's an accident but she’s so precise and makes everything look effortless and cares so fucking much.”

“So you hate her?”

“Well yeah,” Yennefer exclaimed, setting her glass down a little too firmly and turning toward Geralt, “It’s fucking irritating. She dresses in pastels and earth tones and she fucking smells nice and there are plants all over her fucking house! I shit you not, she takes more pro bono cases than the most prolific bleeding hearts but somehow she’s still doing just fine. And!” she paused to down the rest of her tequila, “And, she gets me excited about things. There’s this revoltingly contagious optimism that- that- fuck I don't know what to do with her.”

“You’re scared,” Geralt chuckled, ignoring the icy cold glare he received, “You’re not even out of law school and you’re already a cold-hearted monster. She’s soft and sweet and it scares you.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk,” Geralt shrugged, still smirking as he downed his shot. 

Scared didn’t seem apt but horrified fit rather nicely. Yennefer mulled it over as she drove home, one more drink and a basket of fries later. Triss was brilliant and kind and sexy, and worst of all, Yennefer was softer around her. She had her own very precise and very harsh way of moving through a world that had never been kind to her and this woman was taking a battering ram to all of her defenses. Life didn’t seem as arbitrary and mundane when Triss had any part in it. Even memorizing landmark cases for her law history class was exciting with the curly-haired woman who giggled more than she actually spoke and traced the mandala tattoo on her thigh. 

Yennefer was almost home when the realization hit her, “FUCK.”

Before she knew it she was buzzing Triss’ apartment like it was still the 90’s and she didn’t have a perfectly good cell phone. She thought about calling her as she jammed her knuckle into the little red button over and over again, but what would she say? The extra time it would take to wake Triss up this way was absolutely necessary for Yen to put her jumbled mess of thoughts back together. 

“Who the hell is buzzing at 3 am?” Triss grumbled over the speaker.

“Hi. Uhm, it's me. Can I come up?” Yennefer cursed herself for how small her voice sounded. She promised herself a long time ago that she wasn’t going to need someone, but here she was. She tapped her foot and picked at her matte black acrylics the entire elevator ride up to Triss’ floor, still scrambling to think of what she wanted to stay.

When Triss answered the door Yennefer stood frozen. All the scripts she’d gone over on her way there flew right out of her head as Triss tilted her head in concern, eyes still blurry with sleep and hair in twists that were slowly unraveling as the night wore on. 

“Are you alright, love?” Triss spoke through a yawn as she reached for Yen’s arm and tugged her over the threshold, “What's so urgent it couldn’t wait till morning?”

Right, they had breakfast plans tomorrow. She could have waited five hours and maybe figured out exactly what she wanted to say too. 

“I- I needed to see you…” Yen stammered, letting Triss lead her to the dimly lit breakfast nook where a kettle was just starting to boil, “You were already awake?”

“No,” Triss laughed, setting her down on a plush bench to pour the hot water into a mug with Yen’s favorite tea, “You sounded upset.”

Yen took the tea offered and smiled even though she felt like she wanted to cry as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Triss sat next to her and tucked her hair behind her ear, simply watching her as she bobbed the teabag in and out of the water. Her fingers raked through Yennefer’s hair as the silence stretched on and neither of them so much as sipped their tea. Yennefer wanted to run. Or lean into her girlfriend and fall asleep, but she’d started this. For once she’d been impulsive, bordering on dramatic, and she had to suffer the consequences. 

She took a shaky breath and rested her hand on Triss’ knee, “My world is cruel. It has made me an angry, cynical bitch and I am fine with that. And I- I just need you to know that. Because you’re an amazing person and you deserve someone that lights up a room like you do,” Triss made to speak but Yen squeezed her knee and talked over her, “But I’m enough of a bitch to be selfish. Because… But because I love you, I need you to be okay with the fact that I am the way I am. I can’t bear the thought that one day you’ll realize I’m nasty and run.”

“Better to get it out in the open now?” Triss laughed. She fucking laughed and Yennefer could only stare at her in confusion. 

Still laughing, Triss set her mug down and held Yen’s face in her hands as she kissed her forehead, then nose, then finally a chaste kiss on her lips, “Only you would tell someone you love them while insisting you’re a horrible person. I love you the way you are Yennefer. Bitchiness and all.”

Tears started to well in Yennefer’s eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Triss insisted, wrapping Yennefer in her arms and holding her head to her shoulder, “You told my brother to suck your dick at my birthday party. I have no misgivings about who you are. I happen to find your aggression extremely endearing.” 

Yennefer finally gave a small smile, setting her tea on the bench behind Triss and wrapping her arms around her waist, “Say it again?”

“I love you,” Triss whispered, kissing the top of her head, “And I love that you feel safe enough to show up at my apartment at 3am.”

An embarrassing snort escaped with a watery laugh, “That was a bit dramatic, huh?”

“It’s okay. I find it sweet,” Triss hummed, rubbing her back in long soothing motions, “Let's go to bed, hm?”

Yennefer nodded and let herself be led to Triss’ bed where she fell asleep curled around the woman who loved her, content for the first time in a long time.