#this too is part of the cuteness to me. difficult to explain you just have to see it. its for babies in the best way

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i'm watching transformers victory (subbed) right now this show is so so so cute. genuinely adorable. full of the silliest little guys you've ever seen. 10/10 comfiness rating

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argument with satoru?

Respect

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Respect - Part 2

You wouldn’t normally consider yourself the jealous type, but lately it’s been difficult to just sit back and allow a bunch of random girls flirt with Satoru. No matter where you two go, there’s always some random girl popping up to flirt with him.

You’ve tried to talk to Satoru, but he always brushes it off. Explaining how he’d never choose those girls over you, and how he would feel bad ignoring them. But in the end you’re the one being ignored…

You groaned and ruffled up your hair as you headed to the mall. You guys planned a little shopping date to help you pick a dress for a family member’s wedding coming up. You made it to the entrance of the mall and scanned around, you received a text that your boyfriend was already inside waiting by the water fountain.

You made it to the fountain and instantly found him… along with the small crowd of 4 or 5 girls surrounding him. You slowly walked up, coughing loudly. You were then faced with 5 ugly stares, “Hey Satoru,” you smiled nervously. “Hey babe, I’ve been waiting for you,” he smiled as he politely walked past the group of girls. “Ready to go?” He asked. You nodded and you both headed towards the clothing store, you slowly turned your head back towards the group of girls. Seeing each one with a nasty glare.

… The Shop…

“Try this one (Y/N)!” He smiled as he handed you a light blue dress with a thigh high slit, and an extremely low v-cut. “I don't think that’s appropriate for a wedding,” you pointed out. “Probably not, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you wear it,” he winked. You felt your face heat up, “Stop messing around,” you frowned. “Oh come on~” he smiled slyly. “If I try it will you start looking more seriously?” You asked. “Yes ma’am!” He said as he saluted. “Ok, ok, hand me the dress. I’m also going to try these other 2 I found, ok?” You shared. “Alright I’ll be waiting out here,” he said as he sat on some waiting couches outside the wardrobe.

You quickly changed into your first dress, a dark plum dress with a sweetheart neckline and off shoulder sleeves. “This is nice,” you smiled as you spun around in front of the mirror. You slowly stepped out in order for Satoru to see it. “Oh wow!” He smiled as he sat up. “It’s nice huh?” You asked excitedly. “Yeah you look really cute,” he said. You smiled at his compliment, “Ok I’m gonna try on the other ones. Your boyfriend nodded and sat back on the couch.

You tried on an emerald green dress next, but you realized it was too baggy. So you quickly took it off. You then slowly put on Satoru’s pick. Once it was on you stared into the mirror, “I don’t think this dress fits me too well,” you frowned. “But let’s see what Satoru thinks,” you shrugged and slowly opened the wardrobe door.

You were met with an empty couch chair. “Satoru?” You softly called out, wondering if he got tired of waiting and went to look at some more dresses. You decided to go back and change into your clothes to go look for him, until you heard some laughs. “That sounds like…” you trailed off as you walked to the other side of the wardrobes and noticed your boyfriend laughing with another girl.

She was in the same dress you were in, but she filled it out much more than you did. You stood there awkwardly, hoping he would notice you… “S-Satoru…” you called out. He finally turned his attention towards you, “Oh hey (Y/N),” he smiled. “Hey…” you replied. “Sorry about that, she asked me if I could help pick which dress looked better,” he explained as he walked over to you. “O-Oh… but that’s what you’re doing for me,” you replied. “Yeah but… I mean I can do both,” he said.

You looked over to the other girl, who had a smug expression on her face. “Yeah, sorry for stealing him for a bit. But you never got to tell me how this dress looks on me,” she smiled as she walked over to you two. “Oh that’s right! Well… I’d have to say that one looks really good on you. You look beautiful,” he smiled. You stood there, crushed. “Wow, thank you,” she smiled, as she looked at you through narrow eyes.

“Oh and honey, from one girl to another… you don’t fill that dress out at all… it doesn’t suit you or your complexion,” she said. You hugged yourself, trying to hide yourself from your judging eyes, you looked over to your boyfriend hoping he had something positive to say. “Yeahh… seeing it on you I guess it doesn’t suit you that much,” he said. Crushed. You slowly nodded and headed back to your wardrobe.

Inside, you ripped the dress off of you and tossed it on the floor. Throwing your clothes on as quickly as you could. You occasionally wiped the hot tears that ran down your face. Fuck dress shopping, fuck girls, and fuck Satoru. You were embarrassed, humiliated, and felt unloved. As soon as you had your clothes back on, you busted out of the wardrobe room and towards the exit.

Once stepping outside of the dress shop, you heard your name being called. “Hey! (Y/N)!” You heard, but that only made your pace move faster towards the mall’s exit doors. “Wait! Where are you going?” You heard, with footsteps close behind you.

You finally made it out of the mall, but was quickly grabbed. You ripped yourself out of their grasp. “What?!” You asked, as you let the hot tears run down your face. “Woah… What happened? Are you ok?” He asked as he moved closer, causing you to step back. “(Y/N)?” He asked, confused by your behavior. “D-Don’t touch me,” you stuttered.

“What? Why, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Just get away from me!” You yelled. “Why? What did I do?” He asked, visibly getting upset. “Are you fucking kidding me? First, I tell you to stop engaging with so many girls, and when I get here you have a whole crowd of them around you. Next, you went off to help another girl, and when I pointed out how you came here to do that for me, your girlfriend, you go off telling me how you can do that for the both of us? Are you serious?! And then…” you trailed off, feeling a massive lump in your throat. “And then… your girlfriend gets humiliated by someone else, and you stand there and agree with her…” you cried. “Why wouldn’t I be upset?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes.

“I keep telling you how you allow so many girls to actively flirt with you makes me uncomfortable. But then you go off and agree with one when she says I don’t look nice in a dress? A dress you chose?” You asked. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think-“ you interrupted him. “Yeah because you don’t think, you never think about me and my feelings. Only about yourself,” you glared. “How would you feel if you allowed a group of guys to come up to me and flirt with me all the time. Or go off with another guy when we’re supposed to be spending time together, because ‘I can help everyone’?” You asked.

“It’s like you’re just giving me more and more reasons to just leave…” you sighed. “No! That wasn’t my intention!” He said as he grabbed your shoulders. You noticed his eyes, how terrified they looked. “Well that’s how it looks to me, and… good job. You succeeded, because I don’t want anything to do with you after today,” you glared as you pulled yourself away from him. You turned to walk away, but was pulled from behind into a hug.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t take your feelings seriously. I didn’t think it was a big deal, I thought you knew how much I care about you. How I would always choose you over any other girl,” he said as he tightened his hug. “That’s not what you showed me today, and I’m tired of having to sit back and take all their hurtful glares and judgment looks towards me… because of you,” you said softly. “I can’t be with you anymore,” you cried.

“No! (Y/N) please listen to me, I love you. So please don’t leave me, I’ll stop messing around with those girls. If it’ll make you happy,” he said. Those words… you finally snapped. “Well I would’ve been a lot happier if you would have stopped the first time I told you, but no… you don’t want to be ‘mean’. And what do you mean, make me happy?? Why aren’t you doing it out of respect for our relationship, the fact that you allowed them to flirt with you shows how little respect you had for me,” you yelled at his face. “I’m done, I’m over this,” you said as you spun around.

“Don’t talk to me outside of special assignments or class,” you glared. “(Y/N)…” you heard as you walked off towards the train station. Wanting him to be out of your sight, maybe even out of your life…

You sat down once inside the train… if only I could disappear… go away so I’d never have to see him and that stupid face again. You were pulled out of your thoughts as your Blackberry rang in your pocket (2006 phone 😎). You pulled it out and saw ‘Sensei Yaga’ on the cover. You quickly picked up the phone.

“(Y/N), are you busy?” He asked. “No…” you sniffled. “I see, well I was planning to wait until you arrived back at school, but… there’s no time. I need an answer within the next few seconds,” he started. “Ok?” You replied, confused. “We received a call from the states, they would like to receive a student. In hopes to train and mentor other sorcerers over there, and I recommended you,” he explained.

“America? Oh wow, thank you sensei… but…” you trailed off. America? That’s so far, and that means you’d have to leave your home, your friends, your… Your mind quickly flashed to Satoru. “I-I… I accept,” you said, determined. This is your opportunity to leave, to move on and find something new and better. “Very well then. By the time you arrive back to the school we’ll have your necessities packed and ready to go,” Mr. Yaga said. “Ok, I’ll be right there,” you replied. You quickly hung up the phone and leant back in your seat and let out a deep sigh.

Who knows if you’re making a huge mistake in leaving, but… you can’t stay here, not if he’s around you all the time…

“I’m off to the states…” you whispered to yourself and you sat patiently for your stop.

Maybe part 2? 👀

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Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader

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a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. ❤️

“Lee, who’s that girl talking to Jen?”, Kim Little asked Arsenal’s vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.

There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didn’t want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.

Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:” Oh Kimmy, you don’t recognize her? It’s Jennis baby sister, she’s fresh out of Edinburgh University!”

“That’s not Jen’s sister! She looked so much younger last time.”, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.

Still smiling the England captain replied: “Yes, it’s, she’s 25 now.”

“Oh wow.”, Kim muttered.

Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:” Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.”

“Jens little sis.”, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.

“She turned into a real beauty, right?”, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.

Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:” think our captain would agree with you.”

“Stop it.. I’m not.”, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.

“Having a little crush?”, Beth teased her teammate grinning.

Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:” Oh Kim, that’s so cute.”

“I don’t have a crush.”, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.

“Hi guys, remember my little sister?”, the tall Scottish defender asked.

Cheerful you greeted them:” Hi, everyone.”

“Hello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.”, Beth responded with a sad smile.

Empathetically you nodded:” No, I agree but shamefully can’t wait to visit her soon in Cali.”

“You all act like I’m disappearing forever.”, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.

Quickly Lia Wälti hugged her: “We can’t help how we’re feeling, Jen. It’s a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.”

“You girls are the sweetest.”, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.

Big eyed Steph Catley responded:” I’ll miss my favourite neighbour.”

“I’ll miss living next to you too, Steph.”, the defender answered truthfully.

This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:” Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.”

“You’re welcome. Now that your sister can’t let you stay anymore.”, the older woman waved it off.

“I really appreciate it.”

With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:” You can stay as long as you want. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time together.”, Jen intervened confidently.

You gave your sister a nod: “I’m sure we’ll.“

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.

It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: “Come, I’ll get you home.“

“Now?“, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.

Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: “Yes, it’s late.“

“Bye, Jen!“, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.

With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: “Bye, you two.“

Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.

“This is really cozy.“, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.

Kim watched you from the doorway: “Glad you feel at home here.“

“Good night, Kim.“

The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: “Morning, this one is for you.“

She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: “Oh. Thank you.“

“You’re welcome. Also I hope I didn’t say anything weird when we went home last night.“, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.

“No. Like what?“, Kim asked inquiringly.

You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: “Oh good.“

“You almost immediately fell asleep.“, she explained plainly.

Changing the topic, you suggested: “Do you like Pizza? When I’m done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.“

Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: “Sure, why not?“

“Okay, great.“

With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: “I have to leave for training now. So, see you later?“

“Yes, see you.“, you smiled at her.

Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: “Oh, wait.“

“Uhm, yes?“, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.

“I forgot to give you the keys.“, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.

You caught them with a grin: “Right. Thank you, Kim.“

“See you later. Good luck with your interview.”, Kim replied.

You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: “Thanks. Have fun in training!”

During training Kim warmed up with Cloé Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:” So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?”

“I was more or less assigned a roommate, Cloé. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.”, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.

With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: “The most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.”

Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:” I don’t have a girl crush, Leah.”

“Kim is straight too.”, the Canadian forward added.

“Right.”, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didn’t sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.

This didn’t impress Leah in the least: “You should have been there Cloé when they met at Jens Farewell Party.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hopefully meet her soon.”, Cloé answered politely.

Frustrated Kim intervened:” You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.”

“If you need to chat though we’re here for you, Kim.”, Beth offered warmly.

Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: “I don’t need to chat. She’s just staring at my place.”

“Alright, just saying.”, the England forward mumbled.

“It’s not a big deal.”, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.

Reading the signs Leah decided:” Let’s get back to training.”

Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.

In the early evening you returned to Kim’s place announcing cheerfully:” Hi, I got the pizza.”

“Thanks. How did your interview go?”, she wanted to know from you.

As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:” Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on women’s football.”

Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:” What did you say to them?”

“That I don’t want to change my focus, I love writing about women’s football and the culture surrounding it.”, you responded.

Proudly Kim remarked:” Your sister would have done the same in your position.”

“She would’ve, right?”, you asked her cautiously.

Kim nodded once with conviction: “Absolutely.“

“There’s still such a long way to go… although the recent success helped a bit.“, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.

“You don’t have to tell me.“, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.

You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: “For you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.“

“Yes. We’re lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.“, she explained calmly.

You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: “Yes, I remember that too.“

“I appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.“

Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: “We should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.“

“You’re right.“

As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: “But I do love talking about football with you.“

“We can continue at another time if you want.“, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.“

“Me too.“

“Great.“

Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: “We’re playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.“

“Yes, I’ll be there.“, you politely smiled back at her.

Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: “Great.“

 The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: “So that’s her?“

“Yes, that’s her.“, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.

“Is that her girlfriend? The one who’s standing next to her?“, the Canadian wanted to know.

Kim shrugged and shook her head: “She didn’t say anything about a girlfriend.“

Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.

The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.

Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: “Kim? You’re even quieter than usual.“

“What? I’m just focused.“, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.

The younger player couldn’t ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:” Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!” Seeing the England captain you added blushing:”Hi Lee.”

Smiling Leah couldn’t help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: “Our skipper was great, right?”

“Yes, she definitely was.”, with that said you let Kim down.

Much to your surprise she didn’t look happy despite the comfortable win:”Thanks.”

The midfielder didn’t say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: “Well, that was a bit strange do you know what’s going on, Leah?”

“I think she’s a bit jealous.”, the blonde replied seriously.

Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:” Jealous? Kim?”

Leah grinned: “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you brought your girlfriend.”, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.

“My girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!”, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.

Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:” Oh, is she?”

“Yes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?”, you questioned her.

Thoughtfully Leah responded:” Maybe.”

“I need to talk to her.”, you decided.

With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: “Maybe not now.”

You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kim’s home. In your mind it already was yours too.

On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:” Hi mate, great game!”

“Thanks, Jen. How’s California?”, Kim asked her.

“It’s been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?”

Earnestly Kim told her: “Yes. About your sister. Did you know that she’s dating someone?”

“What? No, she’s single.”, she mumbled convinced.

“What do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?”, the midfielder frowned.

Quickly Jen explained: “Yes Emily, she’s just a friend of her, Kimmy.”

“Are you sure? They seemed close?”, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didn’t dare to trust the news yet.

“Kim, I’m sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.”, Jen chuckled.

“If you say so.”

“But you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?”, the defender wanted to know from her friend.

Offended Kim scoffed at her:” Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why she’d stay with me when she’s got a girlfriend here.”

“Now you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?” After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.

When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. “Kim? Hi, I started cooking…“, you greeted her.

The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: “You’re already here?“

You nodded: “Yes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?“

“No, thanks. I usually don’t drink after games.“, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.

You grimaced: “Oh, right. Sorry. So water?“

“Sure. What are you cooking?“, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.

You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: “Some pasta dish. It’s one of the few things I can cook.“

The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: “That’s more than your sister can cook.“

“That’s true.“

You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: “I guess I’ll let you sleep now.“

“You don’t have to. I can’t sleep yet anyway.“, Kim replied to your surprise.

You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: “Okay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?“

Her eyes widened in shock: “Wait, what are you talking about?“

“Leah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really don’t need to be.“, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.

“I wasn’t jealous.“, she protested.

You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: “Good.“

“That’s ridiculous.“

“Kim…“, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: “What?“

“That was a mistake. I’m sorry.“, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.

She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: “No, please, do it again.“

There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: “Are you sure?“

“Yes.“

“But… okay.“

She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.

As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: “Am I your first woman? Don’t worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.“

“I have tomorrow off.”, she told you straight away.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:” Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, you’re not a bad kisser, captain.”

“I never said I was.”, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.

“No just saying.”, you shrugged.

The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:” Thanks.”

A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. “You two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!”, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.

“What?! Me?!”, you huffed.

Grinning the defender nodded: “Yes, you heard me.”

“Wow.”, you ran a free hand through your hair.

Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:” Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of your sister.”

“I can already see that.”, your big sister observed amused.

“Jen, you’re a terrible big sister.”, you teased her.

“I’m the best big sister.”, she countered quickly.

“Sure.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“Stop it you two.”, Kim demanded in her captain voice.

Smiling Jen answered:” No, get used to it, Kimmy. You’re part of the Beattie family now.”  

“Oh yes.”, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.

Coming to London to move in with one of your sister’s oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.

As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.

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MY EMOTIONS ARE NAKED, THEY’RE TAKING ME OUT OF MY MIND

special thanks to @fanouropita ​for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + diluc, heizou + itto, alhaitham + cyno, tartaglia + pantalone x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, public sex, handjob, nipple play, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism, mild monster fucking (itto & heizou’s part), masturbation, rough sex, double penetration, spanking, dacryphilia, forced orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation kink, dumbification 

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 4.7k

ʚ KAEYA & DILUC ɞ

“Diluc!” you greeted him entering Angel’s Share. 

“Hello, there!” Diluc smiled at you, before his face stiffened like a sour grape. “You’re here too, I see.” 

“Cold as ever,” Kaeya remarked, taking a seat on the bar and ordering his usual glass of dandelion wine. 

“How have you been, Diluc?” you asked, as he served you your drink. “It’s been ages since I last saw you.”

“Same as usual. I was busy in the Dawn Winery. And some other business,” he replied. “What about you?”

“I’ve been trying to lift Captain’s mood here all day, but he’s been difficult to please.” 

“It’s not my fault you didn’t propose anything more fun,” Kaeya defended himself, taking a sip of his wine. “I, on the other hand, gave you a lot of possible ways to entertain me.” His lustful eyes looked deep in yours, as he gently lifted your chin up. 

“Kaeya!” You pushed him away, cheeks blushed red, as he laughed at your reaction. 

“You needn’t worry about him,” Diluc advised you. “Even now that Grand Master Varka left with all the cavalry, Kaeya is just glad he got the chance to be more free of work. He’s just messing with you.”

“You’re no fun, Diluc,” he complained. “I miss that cute little young lad you were.”

Diluc didn’t make any comment; he only looked at the man through narrowed eyes, his gaze threatening. Kaeya innocently smiled at him and drank some of his wine. You sighed, already exhausted by the tense atmosphere between the two. You stayed at the tavern till late at night, currently the two of you being the last customers. Kaeya had been pestering you all night to drink some alcohol and when you finally gave in to his demand, Diluc shook his head in disapproval, already knowing how this was going to end. And he was right, as you got drunk relatively quickly. 

“D-Diluc, have a sip!” You smiled at him, bringing your cup to his lips. 

Diluc only had himself to blame for allowing Kaeya to get you this drunk. And the one responsible for this mess was sitting comfortably on his seat, enjoying his wine, whilst keeping his eyes on the two of you, smirking at how the red-hair was unable to keep you under control. 

“I cannot drink right now. My shift isn’t over. There are customers here,” Diluc tried to explain it as simply as possible so your little drunk self could understand. 

You curiously took a good look around the tavern. “But we’re your only customers,” you complained. 

“Which means that I haven’t got off work yet.” 

You pouted, as Diluc wouldn’t oblige to your request. The next moment, your face lit up, as a thought crossed your mind. Taking a sip of your wine, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him, catching him off guard. Diluc felt the sweet wine inebriate his senses, clouding his mind. You pulled back, giggling at how your plan had succeeded. But you hadn’t really taken the time to think of the bartender’s reaction. Holding the back of your head, Diluc crushed your lips on his, initiating what was going to develop into steamed open-mouthed kisses. 

Feeling left out, Kaeya interrupted you, turning you to him, as he kissed you aggressively, his tongue penetrating your mouth and subduing yours. You felt Diluc rubbing his cock on your ass, as he stole your lips from Kaeya, who focused on your neck. Within mere minutes, all of your clothes had vanished. You were standing there — barely able to stand properly — with both of your hands preoccupied with stroking their cocks. Your moans made them harder, as they sucked on your nipples, biting down occasionally just to hear you whimper. Both of them thrusted one finger each into your drenched cunt, making you lose your mind and unconsciously tighten your grip on them, earning a few guttural groans. 

“Look at you, sucking our fingers in your little cunt so eagerly,” Kaeya taunted, biting your bottom lip. 

“You came so hard, dear,” Diluc slightly laughed, feeling your cunt spasming around him. 

You didn’t have much time to understand what happened. Your hands gripped hard onto the counter, as you felt Diluc immersing into your wet folds, sliding in with ease, before he held tightly onto your hips, drilling his cock in those tight walls of yours. “Archons, you’re irresistible,” Kaeya moaned, rubbing his hardened cock on your cheek, looking down at you with pleading eyes. Opening wide, you welcomed him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, coating him with your saliva. He threw his head on the back, your name rolling off his tongue, as you moaned on his cock, feeling Diluc stretching you perfectly, slapping your ass, its print burning your skin in a pleasurable way. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, feeling his fingers rubbing harshly your clit, making your legs weak, almost losing your standing. Kaeya grabbed a handful of your hair and forcefully moved your head back and forth on his shaft, lascivious eyes looking in awe at the stream of tears that fell from your eyes. Holding your head in place, he cummed in your mouth, while simultaneously Diluc pulled out, smearing your ass with his cum. They gave you a few minutes to regulate your breathing, lavishing your body with their marks, before they continued. 

Kaeya lay you on your back on top of the counter, before he climbed up as well. He cupped your cheek and kissed your lips, tasting the remaining flavour of the wine in your tongue. You gasped, feeling him dive into your cunt, having you hold tightly onto each side of the counter, as he pulled back, allowing himself to take in your beautiful face, your lips parting to moan his name. Yet, your mouth didn’t remain empty for long. Diluc was standing on your side, stroking himself, aroused from your fucked out expression. Pushing himself in your mouth, he held your head in place as he rocked his hips, filling you up to your throat, making you gag on his girth. 

Kaeya ravaged your cunt, while Diluc ruined your mouth, making you a helpless mess, desperate for more. You felt Kaeya pressing down on your lower stomach, as he thrusted hard inside you, making it difficult for you to breathe. You couldn’t think, not with the two of them destroying every inch of your body. You moaned as you reached your orgasm, which pushed Diluc to his own release in your mouth, followed by Kaeya who cummed on your stomach. 

ʚ ITTO & HEIZOU ɞ

“Oh well, hello there!” Itto’s face lit up. “It was about time for a few familiar faces to show up! I’ve been bored to death in this cell.” 

“How did you end up here again, Itto?” You sighed, palm to your forehead. “This is what? The third time this month?”

“Actually, it’s the fifth time,” Heizou corrected you. “Did Madam Kujou lock you up again?”

“I only asked her kindly for a rematch,” Itto complained. “She refused, as usual. And when I insisted, that tengu threw me in here!” 

“Sounds like Madam Kujou alright,” you murmured. 

“So, do you two have any news? When do I get released?”

“You will have to wait for Shinobu to come pick you up,” Heizou informed him. 

To say that you were acquainted with Itto was an understatement. You were Heizou’s partner in the Tenryou Commission. You followed him everywhere his instinct led him in search for new cases to solve and evidence to unearth. You were also the one to write apology letters to your superior, Kujou Sara, not to mention plead in his stead for her pardon. And during those few times you actually were in the Tenryou Commission for more than five minutes, you met Arataki Itto. Sometimes when you had time you kept him company, just like right now. 

“It’s so boring sitting here alone.” 

“Eh? Aren’t we here?” You pouted, pulling one of his horns a little hard. 

A low whimper escaped his lips. You noticed how his cheeks slightly blushed, which surprised you. “You shouldn’t have done that, love.” You felt Heizou pinning your body on the bars with his. Taking your shirt off, his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them, pinching your nipples, as he kissed down on your shoulder. “Itto is especially sensitive when people touch his horns,” he explained. 

“I-I didn’t know…” you moaned breathlessly, his lips setting your body on fire wherever he touched. 

“Look how hard he is.” Heizou wrapped his hand on your neck, making you look at the poor oni. “I bet he’s getting so turned on right now, seeing you like this.” 

You gasped, as he completely stripped you off your clothes. Two fingers rubbed your wet folds, making you arch your back to his touch. Heizou slid his fingers in, having you hold tightly onto the bars and squeezing your thighs together. Your eyes were stuck on the hard boner Itto had. It was huge and he seemed to be in a pretty rough spot. Your cunt throbbed only at the thought of it being inside you. You cummed on Heizou’s fingers from that very thought, making him laugh. “You want him, don’t you?” he asked in a rather taunting tone. 

Your body jolted, feeling Heizou push himself in, having you moan at his fingers that were now in your mouth. He thrusted in you erratically, slipping out almost completely, before slamming himself back in, stretching you out ever so well. “You can’t though, not yet at least. This little cunt won’t be able to handle him.” Itto was watching you getting fucked by Heizou, making his boner unbearably hard in his pants. Kneeling in front of you, he kissed your breasts, his hands holding yours, as your moans filled his ears with your melody. He took one of your nipples in your mouth, swirling his tongue around it, whilst stroking his cock. Heizou took you to the heavens, your legs giving out by the intensity of your release. 

And he was right; you weren’t ready for Itto’s massive cock. He lifted you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his torso, then slowly lowered your body on his cock. You felt as if he was tearing you in half, your grip on his shoulders tightening, your nails scratching his flesh, making him hiss in pleasure. Itto tried his best to ease your discomfort, but if he were honest, he was reaching the end of his patience. He rammed his cock inside your velvet walls as slowly as he could, but the way you creamed all over him had him losing his mind. 

You were crying, not quite used to his size that relentlessly drilled in your cunt. “Is that the best you can do, love?” Heizou taunted, one hand holding onto the iron bars for support, as he used the other to pleasure himself. “And here you were a minute ago, practically drooling over him.” You screamed as Itto hit a spot deep inside you, having your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your breath forced out of your lungs. You looked at his eyes, noticing how he wore a rather sad expression, as if he was regretting having to hurt you. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips gently. 

That was enough to send Itto into a rut, him now slamming your body on his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Looking in-between your bodies, you noticed him poking out in your stomach, making you reach your orgasm with a few more of his thrusts. He fucked you throughout of it, his cock throbbing painfully in your spasming walls. “T-This feels so amazing…!” Itto moaned, subconsciously filling you up with his cum, some of it even dripping down your thighs. 

Your mind had gone blank, thinking that he was done. But he wasn’t, not even close. He fucked you raw and rough until you were just a mumbling mess, incoherent words leaving your mouth, your body marked all over by him. He fucked you until your belly bulged from all his cum that coated your walls and he didn’t have any more to give you. When Itto was done with you, you were on the verge of losing consciousness. 

Heizou picked you up and treated your exhausted body. When Shinobu came to pick up Itto, she couldn’t believe in her eyes, seeing the fucked out state her boss was in. Sighing disappointed, she forced him to get dressed and dragged his ass out of the Tenryou Commission from his ear, scolding him in the middle of the streets of Inazuma City. 

ʚ ALHAITHAM & CYNO ɞ

You had only come to Alhaitham’s to return a book he had lent you a while ago. You didn’t expect Cyno to be there with him, the two enjoying a duel of Genius Invocation TCG. You wouldn’t have stayed longer than you needed if it wasn’t for the two of them insisting on it. From what you understood, Alhaitham had acquired a rather rare card and Cyno needed it as if his life was depending on it. And so, the latter challenged him to a duel. Ultimately, Alhaitham emerged victorious from the duel. 

“Oh right!” Cyno lit up, forgetting his defeat, as he turned over to you. “You have another rare card as well, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then, how about a duel?”

“You really want that card, huh?”

“Of course I do!” 

You couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. There was no way you could evade Cyno’s request for a duel. Once Cyno was up for a match, he wouldn’t leave his potential opponent alone, not until they accepted his challenge. And if you were honest, there was one super rare card that Cyno had in his possession which you wouldn’t mind winning off of him. The General Mahamatra had no objection to your demand, so you two started preparing for your duel. 

“I’d like to make a suggestion,” Alhaitham announced before the duel started. “Let’s turn this into a little contest among the three of us. Whoever loses one round will go up against the third player. The one with the most losses in a total of ten rounds will be the loser. Two winners, one loser,” he elaborated. 

“Count me in!” Cyno immediately agreed, thinking that this was a good chance of snatching two rare cards in one night. 

“Me too!” 

“Why don’t we spice things up a little more?” Cyno suggested. “The loser of each round will have to get rid of one piece of clothing of the other two’s choice.” 

“No objection,” Alhaitham responded. 

The two were looking at you through half-lidded eyes, waiting for your response. Having already agreed to the match, you thought that you got this and just went on with Cyno’s ridiculous idea. Two rounds in the game, two consecutive defeats caused you to reconsider your decision to go along with the game. They had already stripped you of your shoes and you were anxiously awaiting for what would come next. 

“Take your shirt off,” Alhaitham ordered, looking you dead serious in the eyes. 

You froze for a minute, looking at them staring at you, a hint of impatience gleaming in their eyes. Taking a deep breath, you removed your shirt as ordered, leaving your upper body completely exposed to them. They remained silent for a while, their gazes fixated on your breasts, before Cyno urged you to move to the next round. It was so unlike him to lose concentration, but thankfully that granted you your victory, causing Cyno to lose his headpiece. 

Cyno wrapped up his match with Alhaitham rather quickly, pleased to have acquired the card he wanted, as the defeated removed his coat. You never thought that the day would come when you would see the Scribe waver, but the way your arms squeezed your breasts together as you held onto your cards had him make a grave mistake that cost him that round’s win. You were pleased to see the slight irritation in his face as took his tight black shirt off. Nonetheless, Alhaitham regained his luck in the next round, Cyno losing his belt as a result of his defeat. 

“Remove your skirt,” Cyno demanded of you, as the winner of your duel. 

You did as he asked, sitting now across Alhaitham, wearing only your panties, your thighs squeezed tightly together and your cunt already pulsating. At this point, you weren’t paying much attention to the duel, making one mistake after the other, seeing the two of them smirking at your imminent defeat. You couldn’t help it, though. The expressions on their faces might be rather blank and derived from all emotions, yet their eyes couldn’t hide the lust that burnt fiercely in them. 

“Remove your panties,” Alhaitham ordered. 

You hesitantly stood up from your seat and slightly bent over, as you removed the last piece of garment on your body. Standing up, you didn’t have time to react, when Cyno suddenly crushed his lips on yours, as he led you to sit on your hands and knees on the couch. He rubbed his hardened cock on your cheek, then pressed the tip through your lips. You caught on quirky, taking over the task of sucking him off, rolling your tongue around his girth, causing him to throw his head back, his fingers ruffling your hair. 

A low moan that sent vibrations to his cock made the General moan your name. You were caught off guard when Alhaitham buried his face between your legs, his tongue licking fat strides along your soaking wet folds. Focusing on your clit, he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling them and repeatedly hitting the sweet soft that had your legs trembling, causing you to breathe heavily. Your muffled moans sent Cyno over the edge, as he pulled out and stroked his cock, ultimately cumming all over your titties, listening to your moans caused by that wicked tongue of Alhaitham’s that had you cumming a moment later. 

Lying you on your side on the couch, Cyno lifted your leg up, aligning himself with your drenched hole, before slowly pushing himself in. And as he stretched your little cunt ever so delightfully, you looked up at Alhaitham whose figure loomed over yours, stroking his cock that already leaked precum. You smeared his tip with cum using your thumb, then took him in your mouth. The Scribe felt impetuous, as he grabbed your head with both of his hands, keeping it steady for him to thrust himself inside, occasionally hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to well up in your eyes. 

You didn’t have time to catch your breath after your orgasm, as you were forced to your knees again, Alhaitham was now thrusting his throbbing cock through your walls, holding you tightly against his chest. Cyno cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples, smirking, seeing you wincing and whimpering. He left marks all over your breasts, taking pleasure in how you whined every time he bit your soft skin. Alhaitham rubbed your clit with one hand, whilst thrusting hard into your drenched cunt that clamped down around him, making him groan at the sensation, sending him one step closer to orgasm. 

ʚ TARTAGLIA & PANTALONE ɞ

Everyone was on high alert at the Northland Bank, making sure to put forward their best performance, as Pantalone, the 9th Harbinger and director of all of the bank’s branches, had arrived for an inspection. Currently, Tartaglia was discussing some things with him in his office, while you continued your work as usual. Everything was going well, until you were informed that Pantalone had requested your presence at his office immediately. Not wanting to irritate him by keeping him waiting, you rushed over. 

“You asked to see me, sir?”

Pantalone was going through a couple documents and ignored you. You looked over at Tartaglia who shook his head sadly. A sudden feeling of terror took over your body, noticing Pantalone raising his head from the documents, a malevolent smile curved on his lips. He leant forward on the desk, intertwining his fingers, then finally opened his eyes to look at you. 

“Would you care to explain to me what this exorbitant fine from the Ministry of Civil Affairs is, darling?” 

You reluctantly took the document from his hand and quickly skimmed through it. The Ministry of Civil Affairs had amerced the Northland Bank for conducting illegal business in Liyue without a business permit. Looking back at your superior, you noticed him tilting his head, the same malevolent smile still on his lips, as he awaited for your answer, his patience running thin. 

“I personally delivered all necessary documentation to the Ministry a month ago,” you explained. “And I received the renewed business permit.”

“Then, why would they issue this fine?”

“I-I don’t know, sir…” You lowered your eyes, feeling the anger that exuded from his body. 

“Hmm…” he hummed in a menacing yet amused tone. “What do you think about this, Tartaglia?”

“I find it impossible that she made such a grave mistake, so I suggest we conduct an investigation regarding the matter. I could personally go to the Ministry—”

“Very well,” Pantalone interrupted him. “Send Andrei to deal with this. You, on the other hand, will be staying here. I’m afraid to say that I highly doubt the Ministry of Civil Affairs could have made such a grave error. Which means that this little kitten needs to be punished, so as not to repeat the same mistake again.” 

Tartaglia stepped out of the office momentarily to find Andrei. You were just standing there, head hanging low, eyes stuck on the ground, as you awaited for your superior to announce your punishment. Your body jolted as Tartaglia closed the door behind him, your being scared caused Pantalone to chuckle. He called you over and you instinctively walked up to him, scared of angering him any further with your incompetence. Turning his chair to the side, he had you sit on his lap, running his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheek, taking pleasure in seeing you afraid of him. 

Pantalone tore your clothes, making you gasp. His hand wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place as he hungrily took in every inch of your naked body. He couldn’t help the small intimidating laugh that escaped his lips, feeling your cunt pulsing. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he taunted. You were scared and yet something in the way he exerted control over you, literally having you tremble in his arms, made your mind incapable of thinking a single thought, except for how good his hand that choked your neck felt. “That won’t do, though. Because this is your punishment.” 

He turned you around and you noticed Tartaglia standing before you, already stripped off his pants and boxers, stroking his cock. “Suck him off,” Pantalone ordered. “Now,” he slapped your ass. You bent forward, holding onto the 11th’s thighs, as you gave a long lick to his shaft, before taking him in your mouth. Busy as you were, swirling your tongue around Tartaglia’s cock, you didn’t notice yourself subconsciously grinding onto Pantalone. Only when you felt his clothed boner, drenched already in your slick, did you realise what you had done. 

The 9th leant over you, gloved hands fondling your breasts, his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. His grip was harsh, you felt his rings digging into your skin, causing you to whimper, having Tartaglia groan, as he pulled harshly your hair. He cummed in your mouth, forcing you to swallow it all down, although some leaked through the corner of your lips. Grabbing your arm, he forced you to stand up, then turned you around to face Pantalone. Tartaglia penetrated your tight walls, making you hiss, as you weren’t quite ready to take him in yet. “Fuck— You’re so tight,” he groaned. He bent you over, holding you by your arms, as he thrusted viciously into your cunt. 

You watched as Pantalone discarded his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, hard and the tip coated in his precum. He fondled your breasts again, then slapped them, making you whimper and cry, as you creamed all over Tartaglia due to the stinging pain. Grabbing your hair, Pantalone forced you down on him, your mouth wrapping around his shaft. He shoved your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his girth. He climaxed in your mouth, having you swallow all of it. At the same time, Tartaglia, who had been stretching that tight cunt of yours, filled you up and slapped your ass, before pulling out, some of his cum dripping down your thighs. 

You were still panting hard, when Pantalone lifted you up and sat you on the edge of his desk. He spread your legs and looked at the dripping cum from your hole. “I bet I can fill you up even more,” he whispered in your ear. Slamming his cock into your cunt, he ravaged your velvet walls, his grip on your waist bruisingly tight. Tartaglia sat behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other around your neck. You threw your head back on his shoulder, as he started rubbing your clit, whilst leaving hickeys in your neck and shoulders. You whined at him biting your neck, feeling a small amount of blood running down your skin. 

“Even after all your previous orgasms, you still want more, don’t you, whore?” Tartaglia taunted, amazed at how easily he slid inside you. 

“There really is no end to this cunt’s greed, hmm?” Pantalone forced you to look at him by grabbing your chin. 

“N-No… Please… Stop… P-Please…” 

The stretch of accommodating both of them in your cunt was unbearable. It mattered not how much you tried to shove them away, as neither even budged at your pathetic pushes. You were crying, begging them to stop, as you were exhausted from the numerous orgasms they had forced upon you. Your cunt was dripping both of their cum, as they climaxed time after time inside you, competing one another at who would fill you up more. But the only thing your little cries managed to do was rile them up even more. You buried your head on Tartaglia’s neck, feeling them pounding into you, making you lose your mind over the immense pleasure that seized control of your body.

“Sir, it’s Andrei.” He knocked on the door. “I have returned with the report from the Ministry of Civil Affairs.” 

“Yes, please tell me, but don’t come in,” Pantalone ordered him. “I’m a little preoccupied right now to welcome guests.”

“I’ll be quick, sir. It appears that there was an error on behalf of the Ministry. One of their newest clerks accidentally issued the fine to Northland Bank. We’ve already renewed our business permit since last month and all of our activities are legal.” 

“Alright, thank you, you can return to your work.”

Pantalone looked at your trembling body that clung onto Tartaglia’s, biting onto his neck in order to muffle your moans. He kissed your abused body, making you jolt at his tender action. You turned over your shoulder and looked at him through your blurry vision caused by the non-stop stream of tears. Pantalone cupped your cheek gently, crushing his lips onto yours, as he bit down on your lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Tartaglia who was underneath you left affectionate little kisses all over the thousands of marks that they had left on you. You screamed in ecstasy, as they both cummed into your cunt, slowly pulling out and observing it dripping down. 

“It appears you were telling the truth, darling,” Pantalone said in a low voice, kissing your shoulder. Sitting back on his seat, he wrapped you in his arms, gently running his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” 

“I-It’s alright…” you breathed. “I-I had missed t-this…” 

“What a naughty little kitten,” Tartaglia purred, soothingly running his fingers on your body. 

“To make it up to you, the three of us will go on a trip together. You pick the destination. And we’ll heed to your every command.” 

“Mmm… Can’t wait…” you murmured, as you drifted to sleep. 

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[mochinomnoms]

Wondering if MC and Jade marrying each other and have children, will that child have MC ability to read people mind? And If so, imagine that MC didn't tell jade about her ability only for her child casually told their father about it Infront of MC, MC be like:

I am currently leaning to having Jade find out about Yuu's telepathy in PTM, but this scenario is also incredibly funny as hell.

I can't go into why Yuu got magic, as it's a very large spoiler, but I can say that no one is quite sure if their abilities are hereditary or not due to the nature in which they were gained.

Assuming these are biological children, it's a delightful surprise for Yuu when they find out that their little one can also read minds! How nice, to have someone just like you! Yuu is excitedly telling them all the ways in which they can overcome the difficult parts of being a telepath, how to try and not be too invasive, and how to be sneaky about it with others.

Yuu, however, forgets to tell their kid that their dad isn't exactly privy to their telepathy. So they're sweating just an itty bitty bit when their kid's big mouth goes off on it with their dad, saying:

“It's so weird, Papa! This one girl at school likes me, I can hear her head, but she's always so mean to me. But Ama says that it's not too bad once you get used to it, like they did with you in school! Ama said that you had a buncha thoughts about them in school all the time, like my classmate did. Oh! Do you think I'll get to marry her too, like you and Ama?”

Jade is staring at you with a pleasant smile, chin in his hand, as he hums along to his child's talking. “Why, of course!” He tells them, still staring at you with mischievous eyes and an even more mischievous smile.

“I think you like this girl too, or else you wouldn't be thinking about marrying her. Now, why don't you go off and play with your friend next door, we'll clean up.”

Your kid, none the wiser and not really trying to process whatever thoughts are going through your heads, nods and runs off to play. You two stay in the kitchen as you take the dishes to be washed, and Jade puts the leftovers away to take for lunch tomorrow. As you wash the dishes, Jade spooks you by wrapping his arms around your midsection and kissing your left temple.

After years of marriage, you'd become less aware of Jade's presence around you, it was becoming second nature. Like his mind was just another part of your own. So, when you were distracted like times like this, Jade reveled in being able to spook you, just a bit.

“So, telepathy, hmm?” Jade sighed, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “That would certainly explain a few things. Though, that does bring up a question…”

Jade pushed you against the sink, tightening his hold around you and he hummed against your neck. His thoughts were busy with ideas of taking you against the sink, of covering your mouth to keep you quiet, of littering bites along your collarbone like a pretty red necklace.

“Did you like hearing all my dirty thoughts about you? About the ways I wanted to take you? Use you? Make you my own?”

The front of your shirt was getting wet, the plate in your hands dropping into the soapy hot water as you grabbed his hands, wandering under your shirt and into your pants.

“J-Jade, not here, it's embarrassing—”

“Oh, but you like that, why else would you let me pursue you? You knew how I felt, and yet never shut me down. Why? Because you wanted me too? You can admit it my pearl, it's okay, I like it when you get flustered~ You're so cute when you are, no wonder you had me wrapped around your finger~”

Jade began moving his hips against yours, his breath becoming heavy as you moved against him despite your earlier remarks. Because yes, you really did like the way he made you hot and bothered. You liked that he desired you so reverently, even now, after years of being together. It was like you two never really left your honeymoon phase.

“Our little one will be at their playmate's for a while, why don't you read my mind and tell me about all the things I want to do to you?”

[crishayle]

Astrology notes

The person with Mars in the 11th house works so well as a team. School/university activists are often found among them. Good organizational skills and energy. With them you will never be bored at work :)

Not always a man with Mars in the 1st house is athletic, but they are always physically hardy. They're like Powerpuff girls, cute, but very strong

Stelliums in houses can create a vibe of the sign of this house in you. For example, the 12th house is Pisces, the 6th house is Virgo, the 3rd house is Gemini

A person with 4+ aspects to Saturn is literally a phoenix. No matter how life burns him, he will incarnate again. But don't confuse it with Pluto! Saturn tempers the spirit, Pluto transforms the personality

People with the Moon in the 12th house always feel lonely. It's very difficult for them to find a soulmate. They are sensitive and empathic, but they are like a psychologist who needs a psychologist himself

The transit Sun in the 5th house feels like "i feel like bonita💅" .You feel beautiful and confident in any clothes and in any look

People with Uranus in the 5th house are VERY EMOTIONAL!!!!! I would not say that they are hysterical, after all, for this you need to look at the rest of the placements of the natal chart, but for such people feelings are not the least important

People with Uranus/Neptune in the 5th house may have problems with attention. Do you know these people who watch a movie, watch Reels in parallel and play with a cat? It's them. In fact, there is an advantage in this. They are not bothered by noise when working and they are very multitasking

Saturn in the 12th house is one of the indicators of a person's self-esteem problems. I have noticed that such people suffer from impostor syndrome, can be too tough or too gentle with themselves. It is very sad to see such a placement in the charts of people with Mars/Sun in the 10th or other strong placements. Such people have ambitions, but the fear of risk and mistakes can greatly hinder their development

My personal observation, text me if I'm wrong, but have you noticed that people with a strong Mercury in the natal chart have a very pleasant voice/laugh?

I use Part of Fortune to find out where a person can find luck. A person with Fortune in the 4th house is lucky when he helps people. He invests energy, strength or patience. The most important rule is give it. I also have Fortune in the 4th house and I really get the gifts of fate when I help others and take care of them

People with Neptune/Uranus is in the 9th house, have you also ever thought about moving or studying to another city/country? :)

People with the Venus-ascendant aspect are photogenic, as are people with the ascendant in Leo

Have you ever met a person with your mirror natal chart? I'll explain. You have the Sun in Pisces in the 2nd house (the house of Taurus), and a person has the Sun in Taurus in the 12th house (the house of Pisces) and so on with all other placements. At first glance, it may seem that you are not alike, but believe me, you complement each other perfectly. Your knowledge, life experience and personal qualities work in tandem.This is a very interesting astrological observation✨

People with Venus square North Node may think that it is more difficult for them to find love, or they may think that they do not deserve to be loved, or they simply have problems with romance. They really appreciate attention, love and care, they just don't know how to respond to it correctly

[dokiyeom]

AYA’S SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

note: ngl i meant to post this in dec as an end of 2022 sort of thing and as a bit of an apology for my inactivity,, but my mental health has not been fantastic,, but here are some of my favorite seventeen fics that i’ve read !! also ps pls feel free to send me some of ur own favs bc i miss reading fics && i’m begrudgingly admitting that i’m not great at finding fics,, like sm of these i have to thank yeona for sending me :00

ot13/multi/love interest revealed later on !!

UNDER THE SUN - @wooahaes (series // fantasy/darl+ing au // multi ot13 part)

i think i’ve rbed almost all the individual parts if ur interested in my more specific thoughts but this series has been an absolute comfort series for me for a while !! the relationships between the members and the reader - both platonic and romantic have been so lovely to read !! it’s such a genuinely warm series and the worldbuilding is also just soso fantastic !! it is a fantasy sort of au,, so it’s a bit daunting to get into just because the logic of the universes created in this genre is a bit difficult to grasp,, but uts has such an easy to comprehend world and everything is explained so clearly !! it’s genuinely one of the most comforting fics i’ve read this year and one that i’d highly recommend to pretty much everyone,, even if u aren’t a carat :D

APARTMENT A5C - @suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

my favorite svt smau that combines some of my fav tropes/aus (housemates and uni) !! ++ i’d argue there’s a found family aspect that just melts my heart soso much,, like the reader’s relationship with the 96 line, both platonic and romantic are insanely heartwarming and comforting !! the banter is so entertaining && all of the additional friendships are just to die for !! esp sana and yuta with the reader !! but honestly this smau is just soso sweet and a story where u really root for the main couple to get together bc they just fit each other so well !! def another fic i’d recommend to anyone !!

LOVESTRUCK @/suhnshinehaos (smau - college au)

short endings for the reader’s other housemates !! has the same entertaining banter and cute relationship buildup that is just soso perfect to read after apartment a5c to treat ur post fic sadness <3 all the relationships are formed in a shorter period of time, but with just that same amount of investment !!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

OBVIOUS - @leejungchans  (0.9k words - wedding florist and baker au) 

so stinking cute !! the reader and seungcheol having related businesses and appreciating each other’s dedications to their respective crafts is soso endearing :D genuinely my fav seungcheol fic bc hello ? good writing + sulky cheol + established relationship ? an absolute 10/10 and must read that i revisit way too often :D

YOON JEONGHAN

ORDER UP - @/leejungchans  (2.4k - cafe au)

half of these r gonna b recs from sol’s masterlist,, but her works r just too good !! this fic is so darn cute and entertaining, with jeonghan’s antics + his classic attention n care for those in his life were captured so well !! him remembering the reader’s order and his sheer dedication to orchestrating an opportunity for a conversation outside of the reader placing their order was just so fun to read && is genuinely a fic i reread time and time again :D

CAUGHT @/leejungchans (1.1k - preschool? teachers au)

this. this is so insanely endearing hello ?? jeonghan as a preschool teacher is absolutely perfect, and the banter mixed with such tender love that the reader and jeonghan share is just so <3 it’s a relatively short read,, so i’d highly, HIGHLY, recommend giving this a read because it’s soso worth it,, esp if ur feeling a bit down and in need of something fun and sweet to read :D

REDEMPTION @/leejungchans (11.5k)

such whirlwind of emotions but soso insanely riveting !! bad boy jeonghan,,, oh my gosh a concept i (YOU !!) never knew i (YOU !!) needed in my life. him driving a motorcycle. him w tattoos. insane. amazing. fantastic. and a redemption arc ??? reader holding him accountable for wrongdoings ??? genuine efforts to change ?? go read it rn !! u must !!

CANDLELIGHT @/leejungchans (1.2k) - a fav bc its own of my fav tropes :D (blind dates)

my all time favorite jeonghan fic. literally so sweet to read and had me grinning ?? in the middle of the night ?? at my phone !! that’s outrageous !! but so insanely understandable bc this is such an enjoyable read && just so easily heartwarming to hear about the setup of the blind date. honestly,, i don’t think i can understate just how charming and worth reading this is !! 

THE MOST PRECIOUS THING @idyllic-ghost​ (3.6k - hospital/secret relationship au) 

another charming and lovely fic !!! i’m such a sucker for the secret relationship trope,, and this fic had such a fantastic take on it !! i adored the dynamic that jeonghan and the reader had, esp how much they cared for and rooted for each other :DD the banter at work and the tender love they share at home was also just,, absolutely chef’s kiss !!

HONG JOSHUA

LOVE ON THE AIR @suhnshinehaos​ (smau - college au)

i was. so invested in this smau LMAO but the reader and joshua’s friendship was soso lovely to read !! the buildup and tension were absolutely insane and genuinely had me so excited every time i logged onto tumblr to check for any updates :D the side friendships were also just so lovable and endearing,, and i found this smau to overall b super super charming :D

GOLDEN HOUR @dkfile​ 1(2.4k - summer vacation/bffs2l au)

joshua and the reader’s friendship is just so insanely sweet and endearing to read !! this fic is so reminiscent of a sentimental and fun coming of age romance,, which i feel like fits joshua soso well !! the whole time ur rooting soso hard for the main couple to get together, and just reading the buildup is incredibly entertaining !! and also the banter ?? literally so amazing && funny :D

WEN JUNHUI

HOW HARD MY HEART’S BEATING @adi--writes (3.3k - travel/photographer au)

the prose,, oh my gosh !! this fic played out so cinematically !! i loved jun and the reader’s friendship so much,, and how the fic progresses just naturally makes u root for a confession scene regardless of them being the main couple !! everything flowed so organically and their travel stories made for such a beautiful and compelling journey of love :D

KWON SOONYOUNG

(UN)TRADITIONAL @neonun-au (1.8k - wedding au)

the alt title >>> this fic was so full of personality and the premise just fits soonyoung so well !!! the bond that the reader and soonyoung share is just so insanely heartwarming,, esp their mutual understanding and respect for each other’s values !! in general,, the love in this fic is so genuine and lovable :DDD

JEON WONWOO

FLOWER @wonwoonlight (13k - exes au / editor+writer au)

this premise. my gosh it’s perfect !! this fic was such a great take on the second chance trope and the emotions were so fantastically fleshed out !! the progression of wonwoo and the reader’s relationship felt so natural and overall so enjoyable to read :DD

PLAY AGAIN @shuarush (37k words - coworkers au)

the pining !! the tension !! the friendships !! the anecdotes !! the prose !! go read it !! rn !! overall this was such a beautiful journey to read and i enjoyed it soso much :D aside from the main relationship,, i found the reader and jeonghan’s friendship to be soso sweet and endearing !! i also loved loved loved !!!! the writing style in this fic !! everything was so well paced and patient,, which made for such a compelling and beautiful journey that i absolutely loved !!

LEE JIHOON

LIVE @wondernus (1.24k - est relationship au)

so stinking cute !!!! i’m such a sucker for fics like these where the love interest is live and everyone’s also swooning over how sweet the relationship is :DD the love jihoon has for the reader is soso heartwarming and fuels my unending yearning for this sort of cute partnership <//3 this fic is just so enjoyable and the ending. it’s perfect :DDD bc same soonyoung,, same

HEARTACHE AND A LATTE @dkfile (9.3k - cafe au)

read this after not reading any fics for a WHILE and this was just such a chef’s kiss fic :D like the friendships with seungkwan, soonyoung, jeonghan, and wonwoo ?? amazing !!! but the buildup w jihoon !!! my gosh it was so genuinely cute !! i absolutely adored their friendship and the little indications of jihoon’s feelings for the reader :D just such a cute and lighthearted fic that i’d highly rec !!!

LEE SEOKMIN

SOMETHING SWEET @wonwoonlight (2.1k - cafe au)

your honor i love this fic !!!! w all my heart !!!! this fic captured just how lovable seokmin is && had such a cute pining plot :DD this was soso heartwarming and i was so easily invested in their relationship !! overall,, just such a sweet and enjoyable read :DD

KIM MINGYU

MY DAISY @wonwoonlight (series)

this. this was so fantastic. genuinely,,, everyone needs to read this when they can bc it is soso worth reading !!! i loved the friendships and the reader’s relationship with mingyu so much,, and gyuri !!!! gyuri !!!!! honestly i don’t think i can explain just how much i love this fic,, but pls,, pls read this bc this series is so insanely fantastic and had me so invested the whole way :DD

FIVE SHOTS AT LOVE @wooahaes​ (8.5k)

one of my favorite fics !! one of the first fics i read and i just absolutely fell in love with the setup of this fic,,, like the friendship with wonwoo just absolutely won my heart,, and the deepening relationship with the reader was the cherry on top !! such a beautiful and emotionally vulnerable fic that i found so much joy and sadness, but ultimately such an insane amount of comfort in :D def read and check out some of the warnings beforehand just in case !!

TRIAL AND ERROR @/leejungchans (2.9k - cafe au)

SUCH a cute little fic about mingyu trying to approach the reader but failing so miserably each time :D i had such a great time reading this and rooting for mingyu in each attempt !! his genuine earnestness was so adorable to read the way the ending panned out gave me so many giggles :D

XU MINGHAO

ACADEMIC INFATUATION @berriesandjunnie​ (2.5k - professor au)

i love a college setting, workplace romance, and any au where everyone around the reader/main couple are just rooting so hard for them to get together !!! and omg professor hao AND flustered hao ?? like bc of his feelings and nervousness ?? omg literally such a lovely read !!! i had such a good time reading this && got a bit of a giggle which is so 10/10 when reading a fic !!! def read !!!!

AVANTE GARDE @hoyoungy (4.1k - uni/artist au)

tbh as someone who really loves art,, i found this fic suuper enjoyable !! and black mullet minghao ?? hello ?? overall,, i loved the development of minghao and the reader’s relationship soso much and the general nature of how they get to know one another :D like i was soso invested in their journey and just really loved the appreciation both of them grow and have for each other :DD vv worth reading and would highly recommend :D 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

CLASSMATES TO LOVERS @/leejungchans (2.1l uni au)

bulletfics are def such a gem to read,, like short n sweet,, just perfect for a cute little fic :D i adored seungkwan’s impression of the reader and his sheer admiration for them !! like the chemistry was so on point and executed so well in this format too !! AND THE CHOCOLATES gosh this is so cute i love how seungkwan was written in this fic !! 

CHWE VERNON

WORK HUSBAND @wondernus​ (8.8k - teacher au)

my gosh this was soso cute,, like literally i’ve reread this more times than i can admit :0 the reader and vernon’s friendship is just so endearing and felt so genuine !! i really enjoyed reading the buildup of their relationship and just found this to be such a charming story !! like what i would give. to read this for the first time again PLEASE read this !!!

OR WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE ME @thepixelelf (7.9k - soulmate au)

a whole journey of emotions that had me on the edge of my seat and waiting for the reveal !!! the relationship between the reader and vernon were established so well,, like their genuine care and desire for each other to stay in their lives just straight up tugs at my heartstrings !!! this was such a wholesome and hilarious love story that i thoroughly enjoyed :D

LEE CHAN (aka leejungchans chan fics :DDD)

THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS (6.5k words - flower/tattoo shop au)

i loved the contrast between the reader and chan’s character soso much,, and how that ultimately made their relationship soso much more cute and lovable ?? like how intimidated he was and his little crush that he tried so hard to squander !! i love the progression of their relationship soso much and how genuine chan was written in this fic !!!!

OF STICKY NOTES AND STRANGERS (3.8k words)

every time i sit in a library, cafe, or park, i’m waiting for this to happen to me. i adore the premise of this soso much and how the reader’s friend group schemes to catch the perpetrator :DD like overall this fic was so lovely and i def understand the little crushes you get in public on attractive people in your vicinity while working in a public space :DD just so cute,, so heartwarming,, and def fuels my yearning

SCORED! (12.4k words - uni au)

athlete chan,,, oh wow,,,,, this fic was one of the first chan fics i read as i got into seventeen and definitely cemented him as one of my biases in the group :DD i love the banter that went on between the reader and chan,, as well as all the hilarious little details of the other columns !! like project vernway is forever ingrained in my mind whenever i see pieces christiano siriano or any other contestants from project runway !!! overall i just love how this fic played out and all of the hilarious interactions between everyone involved !!! def a super fun read :DDD

[haarrrys]

bo peep 🦢

wc - 1.1K

🏷️ tags - boyfriend!harry, fem!reader, long distance relationship, fluff, slight angst if you squint.

pairings - boyfriend!harry & fem!reader 🕰️🎧

summary - y/n is hiding something, or someone, from harry, who is on the other side of the world.

(a/n) no spellcheck, so i apologize in advance! i wrote this in like five mins so it’s kinda.. blah but I wanted to share it :)

“so.. I did a thing.” is the first thing y/n says to him after accepting his facetime.

“oh no..” harry chuckles, his eyes furrowing in confusion, and a little worry.

“please don’t be mad.”

“well.. love, that depends on what it is..” harry says, his once playful mood beginning to diminish. what if it’s something serious?

“it’s something that could change our relationship forever.” y/n says, a blank face staring back at harry through the screen. uncomfortable chills run down his body, and he wishes he wasn’t miles away from her.

“is this something we should be discussing over facetime then..?” harry sighs, a frown taking over his features. he was excited to call y/n after his show, having missed her the whole day, but now this uncertainty is fucking up his day.

“i better just show you now..i think it would be better this way.” y/n explains, shuffling heard from her end. from the background, he can tell y/n is still in their “shared” bedroom in england. (it’s harry’s, but he likes to call it’s theirs) for some reason, this eases his anxiety slightly.

“come here, it’s okay.” he hears y/n whisper.

“did you adopt a baby or summat? why are you cooing..” harry starts, but his words become quiet as the smallest little white kitten enters the frame.

it’s silent for a moment, until the little thing meows, and harry barks out a laugh that startles the kitten.

“oh god, love— i thought— I thought this was something serious!” he says in between laughs, attempting to catch his breath.

y/n pretends to be offended, but the smile she fights off her face says otherwise. “oi! this is very serious. could make or break our relationship, because im not returning her.” she explains, making harry smile at her cuteness.

“i thought we agreed no pets? for now atleast..” harry says. since he’s always touring, traveling, moving, adopting a pet just wouldn’t fit into that lifestyle. they’d have to get pet sitters, who more often than not would be spending more time with the kitten than them.

“i know but.. it’s so lonely here. i need a companion. when me and y’mum visited the animal shelter and i saw this sweet little angel.. I couldn’t leave her there. anne said she kinda looks like you too.”

harry chuckles, “should’ve known my mum had something to do with this. crazy cat lady.”

“don’t call your mother that.” she hisses, although knowing, there is some truth to his words.

harry ignores her comment, “im sorry that you feel lonely. long distance is..hard. but are you sure about this? when you join me on tour it’s gonna be difficult with a kitten.”

“im sure. ill take her everywhere if i have to, she’s the sweetest, calmest girlie ever.”

“and it’s okay, i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating.”

harry frowns at that. “i feel like a shit boyfriend.” he admits, sighing. y/n frowns back, setting the kitten down on harry’s side of the bed, which he envy’s for a split second.

“your an amazing boyfriend harry. so don’t say that.”

“i feel like i’m neglecting you— i should be with you.”

y/n shakes her head,”y’not. long distance isn’t rare y’know? you love touring, it makes you happy, I’m not upset. sure it gets..lonely, but that’s just part of being miles apart right? would be weird if I didn’t get lonely.. the love of my life is across the world!” she laughs.

harry smiles, making no attempt to cover the blush that tints his cheeks. for the first time in a relationship, he feels theirs a mutual bond of just..love, and needing eachother.

“you make me happy too, more than touring i reckon.” he says, making her pout dramatically through the screen. “don’t make me cry in front of bo peep haz.” she sniffs.

“bo peep? as in… from toy story? you named the kitten bo peep?” harry says, a serious look on his face before he breaks into laughter.

“wha? it’s a good name! i call her bo for short. don’t laugh at it! and also, not just from toy story..it’s a nursery rhyme too.” she says, acting offended.

“sorry love, it’s not a bad name. i kinda love it. bo.” he tries.

y/n smiles, nodding, before she yawns.

“tired babe?” harry asks, remembering it’s pretty early for her right now. it’s ‘twelve am’ for him.. so it’s like, five or six am for her.

“mhmh..couldn’t fall asleep with this little one.. feel like a new parent. im scared something will happen to her. also, wanted to hear your voice.” she says, yawning again at the end of her sentence.

harry coos, “imagine when we have babies, you’re gonna be a wreck.” he laughs. the topic isn’t foreign, or uncomfortable for them. in the two years they’ve been together, talking about babies and marriage is something that always comes up in their conversations, especially late night ones.

in past relationships, talking about children so early on would frighten harry, but with her.. it just seems so normal. he can talk about their nonexistent babies and actually picture their family; curly brown haired babies with harrys green eyes but their mothers face.

“me? y’know your gonna be much worse. i can already see you freaking out.” she tiredly laughs, images of harry frightened when her water breaks, or when their baby takes a small little tumble that wouldn’t leave more than just a tiny scratch.

harry laughs, “your not completely wrong.”

“is bo asleep?” harry asks, watching y/n’s eyes shoot awake. he feels bad, she almost succumbed to her much needed slumber, but harry wasn’t done talking to her.

“umm,” she says, sitting up to look a bo, who is nuzzled comfortably into harrys pillow, soft meows involuntarily leaving her.

“look at her.” y/n coos, moving the camera so harry can see bo.

“awhh, she’s adorable. i can’t wait to meet her. will you send me photos?” harry says. as soon as he’s up tomorrow, he’s gonna show all the crew members their newest addition.

“mhmm.. i already have a photo album for her.”

her words are lazier, indicating harry should let her sleep now, much to his dissatisfaction.

“alright baby, it’s been good talking to you, but I think you need to sleep now.” harry smiles, causing y/n to groan, “m’sorry i couldn’t talk long..will you stay on the phone?”

harry shakes his head, “think we both know that only ends with me talking off y’ear love. you can call me when you wake up.” he says.

y/n frowns, but nods. “g’night harry, i love you. bo loves you.”

“night, love you both, sending my kisses.” he says, finally signing off when y/n blows him a kiss.

thank you so much for reading! ☕️ 🤍

requests are always open!

-fic rec masterlist-

[strawberrysturniolo]

I genuinely want a Matt or Chris with someone older fic. Like a well done, met at work/on set… they need to impress her because she’s older and she’s just trying not to flirt back but totally is flirting … but needs to be secretive because it could cost her a job.

But he’s just so obsessed with her in the best way and his brothers can tell even though he won’t admit it

someone older

summary: chris reaches out to a new photographer in hopes of taking Fresh Love to the next level, but they find their attraction to each other too difficult to hide

part two

I’ve been in LA pursuing photography for a few years now. Coming out of college with my dream in the back of my head only made me hungry for that spot in this career field. It’s hard to be taken seriously sometimes, but I’m grateful for the opportunities LA has brought me, along with the clients who are just as invested in their careers, and are in a position to want to have me there to take them to the next level.

That’s exactly how I was approached by Chris Sturniolo, YouTuber and entrepreneur. I scrolled through my Instagram DM’s one day, checking the requests to go through any work opportunities I needed to work out. That’s when I stumbled upon a request from Chris, explaining his desperation as he tries to expand his clothing brand, Fresh Love. His message expanded on the fact that he wants to take things to the next level, reaching higher heights and satisfying his goals the way he hasn’t been able to in the past. 

“I need a better photographer,” he said. “And you have exactly what I need.” 

Count me in.

The money he was offering was another good reason for me to say yes, but I was more drawn into the fact that he models most of his own clothing. It’s easier for me to do a shoot with him considering it’s his brand and he knows what he wants. We won’t have to worry about his visions not coming to life as clearly through models who are just there to get their money from Chris, rather than someone who actually cares about the brand's success. 

We had been messaging back and forth over Instagram, working out times that would be best along with a location. I invited Chris over to my apartment, where a room was set with studio lights and backdrops to satisfy the shoot he was looking to complete.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he carried a box of Fresh Love gear into the room. 

“Cool right,” I smiled, positioning my camera in the center of the room.

He gazed at the backdrops – one plain white, one with oranges covering it, and one with scattered hearts, all of which matched some scheme of his brand. 

“This is amazing,” he added. “Even better than what you sketched out.”

“It was a pretty simple idea, just had to be executed right,” I shrug, not wanting to take too much credit for a simple job.

I let himself get situated in the room, grabbing a few different items from the upcoming drop and letting him get comfortable. 

Upon receiving his message request and working out a time for us to have this photoshoot, I did find myself watching a few of his YouTube videos to get a scope of his personality. I had never heard of this kid before. I wanted to make sure some creep wasn’t going to come to my apartment. Unfortunately, that has happened in this industry. 

I noticed how talkative and chirpy he was in these videos, but now that he was in my home, it was like something changed. He was suddenly quiet and closed off, almost like he was feeling shy. The last thing we needed for this shoot was him feeling uncomfortable. There was no way any of these photos would come out alright if that were the case. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” I offer. “I have some water, soda, iced tea…”

He nods, his focus on sorting through his things. “A soda would be good, thanks.”

I left the room and let him get situated while I got him something to drink. I had to admit, this kid was cute. I was only a few years older than him, but there was something about the fact that he was so driven in his career to pursue this project that I found myself attracted to. At 25, it’s safe to say most guys don’t think like that, but somehow at 20 he has things figured out for himself. 

I came back with a drink for him, noticing that he had changed his shirt into one of the upcoming drops. “Oh, I like that a lot!”

He looks down at his shirt, smiling back up at me. “Thanks! I suck at drawing, so I have to be really detailed when I try to pitch ideas to my creative team. Luckily we’ve got a good crew there so it isn’t too hard.”

I nod as I listen to him, finding myself fascinated. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m gonna have you stand in the middle of the backdrop, right where that X is. I’m gonna take a few test shots, so don’t worry about posing or anything. I’m just checking the lighting and the angle.”

He listens closely to my instruction, following just as I said. He pulls at his clothing a few times, trying to let himself be comfortable. Then, he looks down at the X, then back up at me. It’s like his entire demeanor changed. There was an entire switch in him. He looks up at me with these… dead eyes. Staring into the lense of the camera in a way that has me sucking in a breath. 

Jesus Christ. 

I clear my throat. “Yeah… just… keep moving around a little. I’m still doing some test shots but don’t stand too still. I need to see if we need more lighting in certain angles.”

“I got you,” he nods, now swaying his body around a little bit as he tries different angles for me. He takes instruction well, making this a much easier process than most. Not to mention he’s nice to look at. 

“Alright,” I stand straight again. “We got our lighting and everything settled. Is there anything you want me to take control of or do you want to be in charge here? It won’t offend me if you want to have more creative control since this is your brand after all.”

“I have a few ideas,” he says. “But once I get those shots I want, you’re free to do whatever you think looks good from your side of things. I really appreciate this by the way.”

“Of course,” I smile at how sweet he’s being, truly grateful for me taking time out of my day for him even though this is my job. He’s paying well too, so I can’t complain too much. 

Chris relays some of his ideas to me, taking a few shots then checking behind the camera to look at the photos so far. He smiles as his vision comes to life, thanking me over and over again for today.

He stands shoulder to shoulder to me, and I have to keep myself focused. “I like this one here,” I point out a shot of him with a pair of sunglasses on, a playful smirk on his lips. 

“Yeah, that one’s sick,” he agrees before heading back to help me switch out the backdrops. 

Somehow along the way we find ourselves talking about my career, mostly with Chris wondering how I got to LA and what drew me to photography. The conversation continues through the next set of photos until we can’t stop talking and it starts interrupting our shoot. 

“You want to take a little break?” I suggest. “We can order some food and talk while we look over the pictures so far? See what you like and what you don’t so we can make the final shots right.”

He almost looks shocked that I would ask him that. “Yeah, that sounds really good actually.”

I laugh at his reaction. “What’s that face for?”

“I usually don’t get asked if I want a break. It’s just… go go go until the day is over. This is nice.”

“Well, if you want to do more shoots with me… you know my rates,” I tease. 

He follows me to my living room where we order some food and set up my laptop, exporting the photos. I delete some of the blurry ones, and others where the lighting is too crazy for the clothing to be seen. After the poor photos are disposed, we start taking a closer look at the ones that might make the cut.

“I like this one a lot,” I point out, zooming in on certain elements of the picture. “The pose is really good, but the look on your face sells it. You’re a natural at this, you know?”

His cheeks turn a pink color. “Thank you.”

“I’m serious!” I continue. “Something special about this is also how you model your own clothes, and if anyone else does, it’s friends and family. People like that. You have a unique creative mind. This thing is gonna go places, Chris.” 

He smiles at me, a cheesy, dorky smile that I can’t help but smile back at. 

“You make it easy,” he praises me instead. “You’re great at this but I’ve never felt so comfortable with a photographer. Plus, you’re nice to look at… so I guess that keeps me wanting to stare at the camera… or what’s behind it, I guess.” 

There it is.

I knew I wasn’t going crazy. I saw the way he was looking at me, and this just confirms it. 

“You’re sweet, Chris.”

He gives me a soft, tight lipped smile before turning back to the computer to take a closer look at the photos. “You know, I was wondering if you wanted to try a few pieces on and take a few pictures in them? I also have a polaroid camera we can do a few with. Or maybe some together would be good?” 

I smile at his suggestion, playing into it. “You’re suggesting this after I just praised you for doing this on your own?” 

He shrugs, a bit of confidence washing over him. “Some of these pieces would really suit you, and you’re too pretty to be hidden behind the camera.”

“Okay,” I nod. “I’m in.” 

An hour passes, which soon turns into two. We spent the time talking about ourselves while we ate, learning more about each other and our careers. Despite Chris being this funny, loud character in his YouTube videos, it’s obvious that he’s extremely smart as a businessman. He knows what he wants, and he’s going to make sure he gets it. 

We head back into my studio room, setting things up again. 

“Try this shirt on,” he says, holding a shirt out to me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to interfere with his creative ideas. 

“Absolutely.”

I take the shirt into my hands, pulling off the one I’m wearing without a care considering I have a tank top on underneath. Chris watches every movement, waiting for me to put his shirt on instead. 

“It looks good,” he nods, licking his lips before standing behind the camera. “Go ahead and stand on the X like I did. Give me some… over the shoulder looks.”

I smile at his attempts at conducting this photoshoot. He sounds adorable, but it’s also hot knowing he has his business brain going. I do as he says, looking over my shoulder with a certain look on my face that is working wonder’s for him.

“That’s it,” he mumbles, taking a few shots before peeking at me over the camera. “Give me some more.”

I do a few different poses as he praises me for my work. 

“You look better in these than I do,” he breathes out.

“That can’t be true,” I deny, walking behind the camera to take a look at what he’s gotten so far. 

I have to say, the gray Fresh Love sweatpants he’s wearing aren’t doing the best job of hiding what’s going on in that head of his. 

I look through some of the pictures, hearing his breaths gain strength next to me. “Why don’t we take some together like you suggested? I can set a timer and it’ll do a flash of a hundred at a time.”

He nods. I take his hand in mine and lead him back in front of the camera. “Is this how all your shoots go with clients?” he asks quietly.

“Only the cutest ones,” I tease. 

I move him around until I find a pose that works for us, settling on me sitting on the floor in front of him with him behind me. His hands rest on me, a simple feeling that I had been aching for all day. 

We spent about 10 minutes posing together, alternating between us standing in front or behind each other until we decide to take a few looking at each other. 

“This could be a good way to tease the new drop,” I say. “Just a few shots of the sides while we’re looking at each other.”

He nods, willing to do anything I offer at this point. 

We stand with our chests almost touching, our faces close enough to feel each other's breathing pattern. I hear a flush of photos being taken, a small smile growing on my face while I look at him. As the photos continue to take, he makes his move. 

Suddenly, his hands are on my face, holding me closely as he kisses me hard. I wasn’t expecting this in the slightest no matter how much I was hoping for it. The photos continue to capture the moment as it grows more heated, his tongue finding a way into my mouth until I’m falling backwards and he’s catching me at my lower back. 

He pins me against the backdrop, funnily enough, the one covered in red hearts. 

He pulls back with a sharp inhale, catching his breath. “I’d been thinking of doing that since I walked in.”

“Took you long enough,” I tease. 

“Shut up,” he mutters, placing his lips back on mine. “You’re distracting me from my work.”

“I think you were doing just fine,” I assure him. “Great, even.”

“Mmm,” he hums, a mix of pleasure and satisfaction from my compliments. I smile at the sound of the camera going off, which makes Chris pull back from me. “What?”

I point behind him, watching as he focuses on the camera, and it continues to flash, capturing his smirk while my lipstick is all over his face. 

I can’t wait to look at these later. 

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[paintbrushnebula]

Just now realized that we're gonna get to see what Gwen intentionally *trying* to flirt looks like

bc like the few times when she said really sentimental things to Miles in ATSV weren't her intending to be romantic. Like the part where she said "What I always think: You're Amazing" was the most affectionate thing she's said to Miles so far, but that was her being unusually candid out of the heavy emotion she was feeling at that moment, not genuine flirting (at least not to her).

But if she's gonna be trying to make up with Miles and maybe doing some mmhmmhmm rizzing...

And I just think that will be Very Funny to watch.

Because you see the thing with Gwen is that she's not used to being open and vulnerable, so she isn't used to just saying how she feels about someone. I think that's why her love language is physical touch.

This is probably totally me projecting, but I always interpreted that physical touch is Gwen's default way of showing affection because expressing affection with words is much more difficult for her to do. It's like her way of expressing love where words fail her. It's kinda all she thinks she's capable of giving.

(Anyone who knows me knows I'm rather touchy too. With my siblings, parents, family, etc. It's always kisses, hugs, gentle arm squeezes, all that. So I relate to this aspect of Gwen's character a lot)

But obviously, physical affection isn't enough anymore. It's cute and highly appreciated, but it won't reveal everything that lies in the heart, or explain what she believes. It's pretty clear by the end of atsv that Miles will need some words from her. Some good words.

Now what's funny to me about Gwen's rizzing potential is that we've seen what it looks like when Gwen is trying to impress someone without knowing how good her chances are. She tried to make a good impression with Miles' parents, but got really awkward and cringed at herself after every attempt at banter or friendly conversation. This was different from how she interacts with the people at the Spider Society because superheroing is her element. It's something she knows she's good at, so there's no self doubt. But Gwen's a fish out of water in domestic situations. I mean, think about the scene where Gwen invites Miles for a swing around New York. The scene that follows very clearly resembles a date, despite the fact that it's not what Gwen meant when she called him out of his window. I think that Gwen had thought about how this could've looked like she was asking him out, then proceeding to shut down any thoughts like that, denying herself that they were on a date, despite that that might've been where her mind had been. Sidebar, I headcanon that during that scene, Miles did allow himself to pretend they were on a date. But anyway, this moment still has Gwen in her element because she's calling him out to swing around the city as spider-woman. It's certainly not the same as asking to casually hang out in civilian clothes to grab a bite or whatever, which would've been much more domestic, which would've been much more difficult for Gwen to attempt at. Gwen knows what the odds are when she's Spider-Woman, but she doesn't know the odds when she's Gwen Stacy.

Gwen not knowing the odds of something working out is what actively keeps her down throughout ATSV before she returns home. She acted with pessimism, and if the chances weren't high, she didnt want to commit herself to trying something that might not work out in the end--a similar outlook I had and still kinda do have, albeit toward my creative endeavors, not romantic relationships (I don't really have experience in that arena tbh)

But now after ATSV she's throwing caution to the wind with Miles, she's gonna face the music and use words this time. And some of those words, might be romantic! Gwen is gonna have a lot to say to Miles, there's so much she'll want to express to him--has been wanting to express to him for 2 years now! A lot of gushy mushy sweet stuff perhaps! Perhaps some rizzy words, yknow? And knowing Gwen, they're probably gonna have a hard time coming out the way she'd like! And it'll probably be very funny!

for us anyway

Ahh, the mythic struggle beauty of being an introvert.

[oharaslove]

Miguel O'hara as a cat

word count: 6,2 k

summary: After the fight with the Lizard you are left with a cat (your boyfriend) to take care of. How hard could that be?

warnings: Miguel x !SpiderReader, minor injury, fluff??

<<Part 1 || Bonus of this part

Part 2

When you stepped foot in Miguel’s office, everything was quiet. Thank god, you didn’t know how you could explain that Miguel was now a cat. You sighed in relief, one less thing off your list.

“Okay Migs” you said, talking to the now comfortable cat in your arms. “I am going to take this anomaly to the cages, so it can be shipped off, okay?”

Miguel purred in your arms. Oh, how cute was he? Obviously you couldn’t voice it out loud, because he would hiss at you and get away from your arms. Your boyfriend could be really emotional sometimes.

You walked towards Miguel’s platform, so you could sit him in his chair, while you went off to do your thing.

“Don’t touch anything Miggy.” you said sternly, knowing how workaholic he was. “You are a cat right now, so you could mess things up.” You finished petting Miguel on the head, but before you could go, Lyla popped up.

“There you are!” she greeted. “Where have you been? I thought you said this was going to be easy. The lizard isn’t that hard.”

“Excuse me?” you said, putting a hand in your chest acting offended and widening your eyes, trying to signal Miguel not to move or make any sound. “Why don’t you try it yourself, missy?” you taunted, you put your hands in your waist locking eyes with Lyla aiming to keep her attention on you, and not the cat sitting a few centimeters away.

“I can’t, remember?” she replied, placing her holographic hands in her waist, mirroring you. “I am merely an AI. There is not much I can do, physically at least.”

“Yeah well, so keep the catching of the anomalies to the professionals then.” You finished, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around.

“Where is Miguel?” she asked, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Oh, ah-” you stuttered, turning around while scratching the back of your neck. “He, he is… umm.. taking the anomaly to the cages! Yeah, that” you said, pointing at Lyla with a triumph smile in your face. Feww, that was close, you thought.

“You mean, the anomaly behind you?” Dammit!.

“Oh!” you said, pretending to be surprised, turning to look at the anomaly and back at her. “He must have forgotten it. You know, it was a really difficult fight. I am tired, he is tired, everyone is tired” you emphasized, using your hands to explain.

“Miguel is never tired” Lyla replied, lowering her glasses over her nose. Oh, she was catching onto you.

“Well, he is now” you said, crossing your arms over your chest again. “I think I know my boyfriend.”

“Girl” Lyla said, before disappearing and materializing right in front of you. “I know Miguel, and I know you. What are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” you said, way too abruptly, making you cringe internally.

Lyla eyed you up and down before sighing. “You know, you are an awful liar.”

“I am NOT lying.”

“So, who is this cat?” she questioned, transporting herself right were Miguel was.

“Oh, that?” you said, playing dumb. “It is just a stray that I found on the street.”

“Then, why does he have Miguel’s colors?” she kept pressing.

“Omg Lyla, I don’t know, okay?” you replied, trying to get her off your back. “He just seemed cute, so I grabbed him.”

“And Miguel was okay with this?”

“Yes!!”

“Okay” she replied.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed. Finally! You managed to trick her.

You turned around and stepped off the platform, walking towards the anomaly.

Just as you were about to grasp the anomaly to take it away, you heard a “click”. You turned around alarmed. On the platform, you saw Lyla with her holographic phone, taking pictures of Miguel.

Right there and then, Miguel snapped. He hissed at Lyla and jumped towards her, trying to catch her, at which she disappeared and appeared some meters away.

“Lyla!” you shouted, but she didn’t pay attention. She was too busy trying to run away from Miguel, who was chasing her none stop, like a cat pursues a flashlight.

“Miguel, stop!” you said, now chasing him. “You can hurt yourself! STOP!” But he didn’t listen.

“Aha!” Lyla said, between transportations. “I knew you were lying.”

“Yes! Happy now?” you replied, opening your arms. “You can’t let anyone know! You can’t share that picture.” which caught her attention.

“Why not?” she asked, looking at you, forgetting for a split second that a cat was chasing her.

Miguel took advantage of the distraction and leaped at her. Obviously, he expected to grasp something on his mouth, but he passed through Lyla, disorientating him.

You had to watch how your boyfriend flew in the air right in front of your eyes, and then lost balance mid flight. You know that saying ‘All cats fall in their feet’? well, this wasn’t the case. Miguel landed roughly into his desk, head first.

“Miguel!” you shouted, running up to him. “Are you okay?”

Miguel just meowed slowly, clearly hurt. You grabbed him in your arms, being mindful of not putting pressure in his head.

“Shhh it is okay baby” you cooed at him. “I told you to be careful.”

You stroked Miguel’s fur, aiming to calm him down, while you rocked from side to side, like holding a baby. Once you heard him purr, you kissed his head repeatedly but softly, nestling your nose with his.

The beautiful moment was interrupted by another click. You and Miguel turned your heads towards Lyla. Miguel turned in your arms, trying to get away and hissing at Lyla, showing her his fangs.

You, on the other hand, stared at Lyla with a death stare. “Lyla” you barked. “I know you think this is a joke, but it isn’t.”

Miguel was fighting hard to get out of your arms, but you weren’t risking him getting hurt again.

“Miguel, STOP!” you shouted, trying to calm him down, but with no use.

Without realizing, Miguel took his claws out, scratching you several times.

“Ouch, Miguel” you yelped, letting him go.

Miguel landed on the floor, and turned to you. You looked at your hands and arms. Your suit was cut in various parts, showing your skin below, and that wasn’t any better. Blood was coming out of the scratches Miguel had give you. They weren’t painful, per se, but they burned.

You felt Miguel rubbed his body and tail against your legs, meowing. You stepped back, making him sit on his back legs, looking hurt.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. These was going to be a loong couple of hours, you thought.

“Okay” you said, putting your hands together in front of you. “One, Lyla, you do NOT, and I hope I come off as clear, you don’t under any circumstance, post or send those pictures to ANYONE, understood?” you said sternly.

“But-”

“No Lyla!” you yelled. “No one can know Miguel is a cat. This isn’t a joke. There is an entire universe that is full of humans transformed into animals and we have to fix that” you explained.

“I get that, but what does it have to do with me sending this pictures” she said confused.

“Well, for starters, Miguel wouldn’t like that. Second, people would come and roam in this office trying to see Miguel, which would make him stress, much more that I am sure he is right now. Besides, he could hurt himself, which he just did! And that was your fault”

“If you ask me it was your fault”

“What was that?” you asked, clearly pissed.

“Nothing”

“That’s what I thought” you finished, breathing slowly through your nose. “Lyla, keep watching Miguel, don’t let him do anything. I am going to take this anomaly to the 'Go Home Machine' and then I’ll come and start working on a device to get those people and Miguel back, okay? Lock the doors as soon as I walk out” you stared at Lyla, waiting for a confirmation. She simply nodded, before disappearing into thin air.

You sighed. You loved Lyla, but sometimes she was too much.

“Come here Migs” you beckoned the cat.

Miguel walked towards you, before standing into his back legs and stretching himself towards you. You picked him up slowly, cradling him in your arms. He stared at you lovingly, and started licking your arms, where your wounds were.

“Migs, I know that you are trying to help, but your tongue is rough” you said, giggling, and kissing his head. “You have to stay here, alright? Promise me.”

He looked at you and meowed, before headbutting you on the lips. You kissed him before gently putting him on his desk.

“I’ll be back.” you said.

You rushed to get the anomaly back home, hoping no one dared entered Miguel’s office. The odds were in your favor on your way to the ‘Go Home Machine’ because no one stopped you or asked for Miguel, but on your way back….

“Hey girl!” Jess said.

“Oh, hi Jess.” you replied, wiping the sweat out of your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Are you okay?” she asked concerned. “You seem kind of in a rush.”

“Oh no.” you answered, shaking your hand dismissively. “It’s nothing.”

“Does Miguel have you running errands for him?” she questioned, placing her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow.

“Miguel? Who mentioned Miguel?” you hurried to get out, maybe too quickly, making Jess look at you weirdly. “Miguel is fine, in his office, as always. You know how he is.” You punched Jess’ shoulder lightly and laughed, trying to calm yourself down and convince her that everything was fine.

“Are you sure you are fine?”

“Yeah yeah, one hundred percent. Just a little tired.” you explained, putting a hand on your chest. “Oh! If you could get this information around. Miguel is doing something really important in his office, so no one can enter. And, also, all messages directed to him must come to me. He doesn’t want to be bothered. You know how grumpy he gets, hehe” you finished, giggling out of stress. You needed to get back, Miguel could be hurt again.

“Okay…. ” Jess said, clearly suspicious. “If you need help with anything, let me know.”

“For sure, yeah. Thank you Jess!” you exclaimed, running off to Miguel’s office.

Once you shut down Miguel’s office door, you let out a sigh. Keeping everyone out was easy, the thing was convincing the thousand something employees that his leader was okay and working. On top of bringing Miguel and all that city back to normal, you had to fill Miguel’s shoes, and you knew how hard that was.

Thankfully, Miguel was still where you had left him, the only difference being he was in deep sleep.

“Ohh Migs” you whispered, lifting your hand slowly to pet him. He was adorable, snoring lightly with his tongue out, sprawled out on the desk. He deserved to rest.

“Lyla” you whispered. The AI appeared right in front of you, without making a sound, clearly not wanting to piss you off like before.

“I’m going to go back to the dimension where the Lizard was” you explained, voice barely above a whisper. “His weapon exploded, but maybe there are parts that help me undo this. Take care of Miguel, and if anyone calls, redirect it to me.”

You used your gizmo to open a portal and went through. Thankfully, you remember where the fight took place. Once you reached a building near the street where you defeated the Lizard, you saw how a lot of animals roamed the streets, scared and helpless. The remaining humans weren’t any better.

Okay, one issue at the time you thought. You jumped off the wall to a near top of a car, so everyone could see you.

“Hi! Everyone?” you shouted, trying to sound confident, but failing miserably. Talking in public wasn’t one of your strengths. “I know all of you are concerned and scared, but I assure you than me and my team..” well just me you thought “… are doing everything in our power to get everything back to normal.”

“And who are you?” someone shouted in the crowd.

“I’m a superhero, you don’t have to be scared, I’m here to help.” you explained.

“And how can we trust you?” other person asked, while trying to calm a dog, presumably, someone he knew.

“What other option do you have?” you questioned back, causing a murmur around the sea of people.

“I promise to get back to you as soon as possible.” you continued. “Now, if you let me, I am looking for parts of a weapon.” You hopped off the car, and walked the street, looking at the ground, trying to avoid animals, people and other things.

Unfortunately, the weapon was no where in sight. Great you thought, running your fingers through your hair. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.

Before going back to Miguel’s office, you decided to make a trip to the Lizard’s dimension, hopefully, you could find Doctor Connor’s lab and see his notes.

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You got back to Miguel’s office with Dr. Connor’s notes. It would have been better if he had a prototype, but this would do. You were a woman of science after all.

You stepped out of the portal reading the papers, not paying attention to the world around you. All of a sudden, a giant shadow blocked your light, preventing you from seeing the words on the paper you were holding. You looked up from the notes just in time to see a giant ball of fur flying your way.

“MIGUEL!” you shouted, dropping everything to catch him in your arms. You weren’t successful though. The Maine Coon was too big and was coming at too much speed, so when you caught him in your arms, the momentum made you stumbled back and land in your butt.

“Ouch” you exclaimed, before grabbing Miguel by his front legs and stretching him in front of you. “What on Earth are you doing?”

“Meow”

“Don’t act innocent you little kitty” you said acting mad. “When I left you were sleeping, what the hell happened?”

“He woke up and when he realized you weren’t here he went crazy” Lyla explained, appearing over your left shoulder, with all her clothes out of place.

“And let me guess, he started chasing you.”

Miguel hissed at Lyla and started wiggling in your grasp, but you didn’t budge.

“That would be correct” she said, before glitching and fixing her appearance. “I would recommend that you wake him up next time, I am not a babysitter.”

Miguel snarled, probably saying he is not a baby.

You rolled your eyes, clearly you couldn’t leave him alone for more than five minutes.

“Stop it you two” you said. “Your bickering is cute and fun when we are in normal circumstances, which we are not right now, so please, can you two get along for a couple of hours until I figure this out?”

“Whatever” Lyla shrugged and then disappeared. Miguel, on the other hand, looked at you with those beautiful red eyes, begging.

“I am talking to you too mister, doesn’t matter how cute you are” you handled Miguel so you could cradle him in your arms and expose his belly, to tickle him.

“MEEOOWW” Miguel screamed, using his back legs to keep your hands away, all while you were laughing.

“Want me to stop? Mmm” you cooed at him, scratching under his chin. Miguel growled at you. “Then let me work in peace, or I’ll keep you this way.” He snarled at that.

You giggled to yourself, and stood up with Miguel still in your arms. You walked to his chair and placed him there, hoping he would fall asleep again. You kissed him in his head, which made him headbutt you, so you kissed him again, and again, and again.. until he turned around, putting his tail right in your mouth.

You took that as a signal to get the job done. So, you grabbed Dr. Connor’s notes and got to work.

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You spent hours trying to replicate the Lizards weapon. His notes were horrendous, but you got around them. You had the first step done, the machine that transformed humans into animals. Now you had to find a way to revert it.

You yawned, and stretched yourself.

“What time is it?” you said groggily, speaking to yourself. You looked to your side, where the clock was. It read 2:00 a.m. 2:00 A.M??! you thought Wow, time does fly. Now I understand Miguel. You were tempted to go to bed, but you needed to fix this thing, so you decided to keep working. A all nighter wouldn’t hurt you. But someone had other plans…

Miguel had been sleeping peacefully while you were working, but now he was awake. He hopped on your workspace, and meowed at you.

“Hi Migs” you said covering your mouth yawning. “How was that nap?” You turned to continue working. As you reached to grab the screwdriver near you, you saw from the corner of your eye how Miguel was walking towards you. Slowly, he headbutted your hand that was clutching the screwdriver.

You didn’t pay attention to him, too focused on trying to finish the machine. Miguel growled softly and then proceeded to drawn out a meow, trying to catch your attention, but not succeeding.

Your attention was solely on the machine, frowning and sticking your tongue out in concentration. One slip and you could be turned into an animal as well, or worse, turn the whole society. Boy, would that be a disaster.

You were so focused that you didn’t catch Miguel’s actions. He had gradually gotten close to you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once your right hand, the one with the screwdriver, was away from the device, he jumped and bit your hand, making you drop the tool and quickly clutch your hand towards your chest.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed. “Miguel, what is wrong with you?” you didn’t expect an answer from him, so you carried on with your work, not before staring at Miguel with a frown and giving him a death stare. “I know you are impatient, but I am trying my best here.”

You continued working, not paying attention to the cat, but he knew how to gain it.

Miguel howled loudly, making you snap your head towards him. “Miguel” you hissed. “Someone could here, can you stay quiet please?” you were honestly losing your patience.

Miguel stared straight at you, while his paw gently push the screwdriver towards the edge.

“Miguel NO” you said sternly, but he didn’t listen. He kept giving the tool gentle pushes, until almost half of it was outside of the table.

“Miguel” you challenged. You locked eyes with him. You closed them and opened them, daring him to move, and see the consequences.

He looked at you dead in the eyes and pushed the screwdriver all the way through, making it drop to the floor and make a big noise, echoing through the big and empty office.

“That’s it” you said, dropping the tools and gloves you had on. “What do you want?”

Miguel walked towards you and headbutted your stomach. You looked confused for a minute, until something clicked on your head.

“Oh my god” you cried, covering your mouth with your hands. “You are hungry.”

Miguel meowed, as in telling you yes.

“Oh Miggyyy” you whispered, grabbing him and cradling him in your arms. “I am so so sorry.” You kissed his head while he purred and gave him a really tight hug. Just in cue, your stomach grumbled too.

“Okay, what if we go to my universe, hmm?” you asked. “I know a supermarket near my apartment that sells cat things, and then we go to my home and we sleep a little. What do you say?”

Miguel purred in your arms and meowed repeatedly. You had read enough about cats beforehand to know that meant he was excited.

“Alright, let’s go” you said, before letting Lyla know you were leaving and that she had to contact you if anything went wrong. And with that, you opened a portal to your universe and went home with a kitty in your arms.

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Once you landed on your universe, you rushed home to change and leave Miguel, not before telling him to be careful and that you would be back shortly.

Not wanting to leave Miguel alone for long, you ran to the nearest market and bought some cat food, tuna, some toys you saw that you thought were cute (and that Miguel would probably hate, but you wanted to tease him), and some food for you, for some weird reason you were craving empanadas. Yeah, not a good fast food to make at 3 a.m in the morning, but you wanted it, so you couldn’t deny your appetite anything.

You sprinted back with the shopping bags on your arms, and as soon as you opened your door, you heard the cutest pitter-patter of Miguel's paws running towards you on your wooden floors. Once he saw you he started meowing non stop. You weren’t sure if it was because he missed you or because he could smell the food you had brought.

You placed the bags on the counter, and Miguel climbed on it, smelling each bag, trying to decipher where the food was.

“You are so impatient” you giggled.

Miguel just meowed, and kept smelling the bags, until he found what he was looking for and got into the bag.

“Miguel!” you exclaimed, grabbing him. He cried and tried to wiggle out of your hold, but you were strong.

With Miguel in one arm, you looked for a plate to place his food. Once you found it, you put Miguel on the floor and proceeded to fix his food. As soon as you placed the plate on the floor, Miguel dived into it, as if he was starving.

“I’m sorry Miggy, I forgot about the food” you said. He didn’t answer, too busy shoving his mouth with food.

You laughed at him for a while, until your stomach grumbled, so then you proceeded to make your food, taking advantage that Miguel was busy with his own.

You started making the filling for the empanadas. You bought minced meat, onions, olives and bell peppers, to make them the Argentinian style just as your mom had taught you. You chopped all the veggies, making yourself cry with the onions, and hoping Miguel was alright, but as you heard no complaining, you assumed he was fine.

Just as the filling was done and you were about to start making the empanadas, Miguel finished his food, and hopped on the counter to watch what you were doing. He groomed himself, acting as a gentleman, but you knew he was up to no good.

You pretended to not pay attention, and continued making the empanadas and putting them in a tray, to take them to the oven. Once you finished the last one, you had an urged to go to the bathroom, so you let them on top of the stove, so they wouldn’t burn.

You rushed to the toilet. While you were using the restroom you heard Miguel scratched the door and meowed at the other side. I can’t believe this guy you thought, giggling to yourself. You hurried to opened the door, and there he was. He looked at you with those beautiful eyes, those eyes that you had learnt to love, but also that you could read like a book. He had done something.

You shook your head smiling. You crunched down to pick him up and kiss him. “You’ve become really needy in this past couple of hours” you said to him. “Maybe I should keep you like this a little longer” you joked, making him hiss, but then purred, as you scratched him behind his ears.

You walked towards the kitchen, and there it was. He had left printed paws in one of the empanadas. “This is why you are acting so cute?” you questioned, grabbing him to look at what he had done. He meowed slowly at you. You simply laughed, he was adorable after all.

After cooking, eating and cleaning everything, it was already 5 a.m, and you were exhausted and so was Miguel, who spent all the last 10 minutes yawning right in front of your face and headbutting you, demanding pets.

You prepared yourself for bed, knowing you weren’t going to sleep much, but that you needed it to stay focus tomorrow during work. You climbed into bed and called Miguel to cuddle with you. In only five minutes, you fell asleep, listening to Miguel’s purrs.

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Around 8 a.m you were rudely awakened by a paw hitting your nose. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling disorientated, the sun hitting your face making it difficult to see. You felt a weight on your chest, and then Miguel’s face emerged from the sun. He purr at you, making biscuits in your chest and licking your nose, cheeks and chin repeatedly.

“Miguellll” you groaned, but you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Meow” he responded. flopping in your chest, with his head tucked between your shoulder and neck. He nestled himself in, but you wouldn’t let him. You sat up quickly, causing him to slide off, and growled.

“If you wake me up, you can’t expect to receive cuddles mister” you said, getting out of the bed and into the bathroom, to start your morning routine. Miguel followed your footsteps, climbing into the sink, and staring at you, without uttering a sound.

You proceeded to do your things as always, plus, fixing a plate for Miguel for his breakfast. As soon as you were both ready, and you had packed Miguel’s things (food and the toys) you opened a portal to Miguel’s dimension, to continue working.

When you stepped out of the portal, into Miguel’s office, you were met with light over Miguel’s platform. Light? you thought. I thought I had turned off everything last night. Maybe it was Lyla.

You walked towards it and set him down in the chair, so he could be comfortable, and the bag with his things in the table. As you were about to call for Lyla, you heard a sound behind you.

You turned around alarmed. Scanning with your eyes the space, you couldn’t see anything out of place, but you could sense it. You signaled Miguel to stay hidden, in case it was a Spider person, and stepped out of the platform, walking towards the place where you heard the sound coming from.

Approaching your working station slowly and with soft steps, your senses where in high alert. You could have called Lyla, but she was way too noisy this days, and she would have probably said something about Miguel’s state, so you didn’t want to take any chances.

Your work station was dark, you could barely make senses of the shapes. The sound had stopped, but you knew someone or something was near. As you were about to reach the table, something moved quickly on your right side. You turned your body that way, when…

“Surprise!!”

“AHHH” you screamed, falling backwards.

Peter B quickly grabbed your arm preventing you from landing on your butt and stabilizing you. You placed a hand over your chest, breathing rapidly.

“My god Peter!” you exclaimed, almost out of breath. “You almost killed me.”

Peter B and Mayday laughed. “I’m sorry” he said. “I was just waiting for the big guy, when I noticed this thing on the workspace. Is this what Miguel is working on?” he asked, pointing his finger towards the machine.

Miguel! you thought. I have to make sure he doesn’t see him.

“Oh! That?” you pointed. “Yeah, yeah. That’s Miguel’s.”

“So, where is he?”

“Where is who?”

“Miguel?”

“Ah” you exclaimed. “He is, uhmm, he is taking a break, yeah” you said, playing with your hands. “He had been working all night, so yeah, he was tired.”

“Miguel, tired?” Peter B questioned, looking at you raising his eyebrow.

“Well, not really” you answered scratching the back of your neck. “I made him take a nap. But anyways” you said, trying to change the course of the conversation. “What are you doing here? I thought I told Jess no one was allowed.” You crossed your arms, aiming to look intimidating.

“Yes, I know.” Peter said, looking down at Mayday in his carrier. “I just wanted to leave Mayday with you. I have a mission and you know Miguel doesn’t like when I take her.”

You widened your eyes. Dammit Peter, right now? you thought.

“I’m really glad you trust me with her Peter, but isn’t there someone else?” you said, looking discreetly towards Miguel’s chair. Taking care of Miguel, a baby and fixing a machine wasn’t an easy thing to do.

“Nope, everyone else is busy”

“Ughh, fine” you groaned, extending your arms to grab Mayday.

She happily jumped into your arms, this not being the first time you had taken care of her.

“Okay, bye babyy” Peter cooed at her. “Thank you y/n. Tell the big guy I say hello.”

“Okay, byeee” you said fake smiling.

Once Peter was out of the door, you dropped your smile and sighed. This is going to be a looong day you thought.

“Okay, baby” you said, turning Mayday in your arms to make her look at you. “There is someone I would like you to meet, but you can’t tell anyone. Okay??”

Mayday, laughed, and put her index finger in front of her mouth. “Yeah, shhh” you said, mimicking her.

You walked towards Miguel, hoping he would not go ballistic and not hurt Mayday. You turned the chair, and there he was, sitting while grooming himself. Once he felt the movement, he stopped and looked at you, and then down at Mayday.

He meowed, confused. Mayday, on the other hand, immediately reached to grab him, while chanting “Kitty Kitty” all over. Miguel scooted back, hitting the back of the chair, trying to get out of Mayday’s arm reach.

“Careful Mayday, this is a cute Kitty, but you have to be careful, alright?” you said. “And the Kitty will behave” you finished, opening your eyes to signal Miguel.

He growled at you, but then meowed. You grabbed the bag on the table first, and then him with your free arm, and took him and Mayday towards you working station.

“Lyla, lights please!” you said, loudly enough for the AI to hear. The lights turned on and Lyla appeared right in front of you.

“Busy day ahead huh?” she smirked.

“Yeah..” you sighed. “Any important thing I should know about?”

“Not really, only that the people from the universe where this happened,” she said, motioning to Miguel. “are becoming a little impatient.”

“Yeah, I can imagine” you huffed.

You bent down, placing Miguel on the floor, and then grabbing a blanket, laying it down to set Mayday on top of it. As soon as she was free, she launched herself towards Miguel.

“MEOOOW” he screamed, being grasped by her tiny hands.

Mayday hugged him towards her chest and started petting him, as slowly as she could.

“That’s good Mayday” you cheered, while clapping at her. “You are being so careful.”

Lyla took out her holographic phone and took a picture, making you look at her, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought we had talk about this” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What?” she questioned. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to remember this. I promise it is just for Miguel, you and me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay” you said, uncrossing your arms. “I have to admit, it is really funny.” you laughed.

Miguel, on the other hand, was staring at both of you angrily.

“Sorry” you mouthed at him, making him growled.

Before going back to work, you opened the bag and took out the toys you had brought.

“Here Mayday” you said, handing her a stick with a rat attached to it. “You can play with this, see if he likes it.”

She looked at it and grabbed it with one arm, the other still holding Miguel down. She laughed, and moved it around, in front of Miguel. He didn’t pay much attention to it, he was still locking at you, the only difference now was that he was even angrier.

“Oh, come on Kitty” you cooed, teasing him. “Play a little.”

Miguel meowed at you, but proceeded to play his part, only to humor you. Once you saw they were safe, you continued working, you didn’t want to prolong Miguel’s suffering any longer.

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Hours went by, now Miguel and Mayday, both exhausted from all the playing, were sleeping together on the blanket on the floor. You, on the other hand, had been working none stop, but you were close.

"One more screw and… YES!" you whispered, throwing your hands in the air. The weapon was done, or at least, that’s what you thought.

“Lyla” you murmured. The AI appeared in front of you. “I am going to the that universe to see if this works” you explained. “If Miguel or Mayday wake up, tell them, and take care of them while I’m gone”

Lyla gave you a thumbs up and disappeared.

You looked at the child and the cat and knelt down to give them both a kiss on the head. Standing up, you grabbed the device and opened a portal to the universe where the Lizard attack happened.

It only happened yesterday, but it feels like an eternity you thought, stepping through the portal. You swung your way to the most affected area. Police cars where lined up, containing the animals.

You landed on the roof of one of the cars.

“Officer!” you shouted. “I need a megaphone”.

The policeman handed it to you. “People of New York” you said into it. “I’m here to turn you back into humans, please all gather around.”

“Are you sure it is going to work?” the officer asked.

“Yes” Not really you lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. You just weren’t sure.

More and more animals swarmed the streets. Hopefully, everyone affected, or most of them, where there. You aimed the device towards the crowed, and prayed that it would work.

You pressed the trigger closing your eyes, not wanting to see the result.

There was a collective gasp among the people, which made you snap your eyes open. There, in front of you, where animals had resided, now there where people.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, jumping in place. It worked! you thought.

You continued to shoot the beam towards the affected, until there were no animals in sight, or at least, no humans transformed into animals.

“Thank you, superhero” the officer said.

“No, thank you” you replied. “I am sorry for the inconvenience. I am going to come back to leave this to you, in case there are others who aren’t here, but now I have to use it somewhere else” you explained, and without waiting for an answer, you swung to the nearest rooftop, opening a portal and exiting it in Miguel’s office.

Thankfully, Mayday was still asleep, which was perfect. Lyla popped up next to you, and asked:

“And? Did it work?”

“Yes! I’m going to wake up Miguel”

You walked towards the cat, still sprawled out in the blanket and shook him up a little.

“Miggy, Miggy! Wake up” you whispered.

Miguel gently lift up his head, looking confused.

“The device works! I can turn you back!” you exclaimed, still not raising your voice, as to not wake up Mayday.

At that, Miguel stood up quickly and positioned himself in the middle of the room. You shoot the beam towards him, and in a second, your boyfriend appeared in all his glory, 6 feet and all.

“Miggy!!!” you squealed letting go of the machine, and jumped into his arms hugging him.

He hugged you back, lifting you in the air, turning. You giggled, feeling dizzy. Once he set you back in your feet, you grabbed his face and kissed him, but pulled back quickly.

“Wait!” you exclaimed. “Be right back!”. You ran towards the device, grabbed it and opened a portal to drop it off with the officer.

Once you came back, Miguel was looking confused, but you didn’t give him time to question you, because you jumped right back into his arms and kissed him deeply.

“I missed youu” you said, barely above a whisper, after pulling back slightly, lips still brushing against each other.

“I missed you too amor” he replied, rubbing his nose against yours. You giggled, happy to have your human boyfriend back.

“I have to admit,” you started. “I’m going to miss having a kitty” you finished pouting, looking up towards Miguel with pleading eyes.

“No” Miguel said sternly.

"Pleeease" you pleaded, giving him puppy eyes.

After a stare contest, he gave up.

"Fiinne" he groaned. "But it can't be a Maine Coon".

"Yayyyy" you squealed, and gave him a quick peck.

Maybe the Kitty Adventures weren't over after all.

Hope you like this!!! The part 3 will be the last one, and I'm thinking of 2 bonuses. So, hope you enjoy!!!

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Thanks @cupcakeinat0r for letting me use the idea of the cat putting his paws in the dough haha.

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You Really Got Me | Professor!Michael Gavey x student!fem reader

summary: With a perfect CV, Michael Gavey was on top of the fucking world and mediocrity has never seemed so inherent to you before. The new Professor of Number Theory awakened inappropriate feelings that could become risky if they were reciprocal.

a/n: well, it was quite difficult to write this because I’m not familiar with the Oxford environment and I hope that my research has made this story as credible as possible.

tags: slight slow burn, smut, p in v sex, power imbalance, swearing.

word count: 5.7k

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Michael Gavey was... many things.

A lot of things, definitely.

Michael, or rather, Professor Gavey now, aroused conflicting feelings in you.

Admiration, fear, fascination and another whirlwind was felt when it was the new and brilliant Professor of Numbers Theory. He took over the discipline of a dear veteran and great name of mathematics in Oxford, his advisor in the master’s and PhD. Obviously great expectation formed around it, around him, wondering if he would be able to overcome the grandeur of his predecessor.

And apparently he was causing a certain commotion with his above-average intelligence and his eccentric personality.

Obviously you started a search for the CV of your next professor and the finding was surprisingly extraordinary. Speaker of the 2010 class, several projects carried out, postgraduate (also in Oxford), articles published in journals with high impact factor and experience at McKinsey & Company for 2 years.

Michael Gavey was on top of the fucking world and mediocrity had never seemed so inherent to you before.

Saying that you were intimidated by the first contact with him was an understatement- you were fucking terrified. The rumors of an alleged above-average intelligence proved to be untrue. Above average? No shit, he was far beyond everything you experienced. Your eyes didn’t dare to move away from him and the painting during the following hours, too fascinated by what was happening in your fucking front. You felt a current of pure mathematics run through your body and camp in your brain, illuminating all the neurons.

What the fuck had just happened?

You learned that every class he taught was a learning experience rarely experienced before. The passion he conveyed when teaching overflowed in all his expressions so intensely that it made you orbit around him slowly.

And that was the beginning of a problem.

A big problem.

But you hadn’t noticed yet.

“If I ever thought I was smart, forget it! Michael Gavey is the epitome of everything I want to be,” your good friend Miranda said before taking a sip of her latte.

“I know right? Every class I feel that my brain will explode,” you said while leaning your head against the table, “but I can understand what it teaches, at least a good part of things. I know I already have an advisor and our work is almost published, but I think I’m thinking of getting out of Algebra and trying something with Gavey,” you looked at her.

“Woah, are you fucking sure? I mean- if that’s what you really want, that’s fine, but I think it’s too mind blowing for me,” she said.

“For me too, but it’s fucking interesting, I really want to do at least one research in this area.”

“... hmm,” Miranda smirked, humming.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she superficially drank her coffee, “hmm.”

“Cut the bullshit,” you complained as you looked at her impatiently.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that from a certain angle he’s quite cute,” she said in a thin voice.

“Who? Gavey?”

“Yeah. He’s... different from the guys you usually date or are interested in but he’s not bad looking,” she explained.

“Come on, do you really think I’m interested in him? He's our professor and a big nerd to boot!” The last thing wasn’t totally the end of the world.

“And? It’s not like students and professors have never fucked before, although I don’t think he’d risk that much, he seems to be quite methodical,” she said calmly, “and most importantly, he’s clever as fuck and that automatically makes him sexy, if he’s not an idiot.”

That was absurd, you weren’t interested in Michael Gavey!

... right?

You thought about it for the rest of the day.

Was Michael Gavey, in addition to his bestial intellect, physically attractive?

Suddenly, you began to notice how his lips were perfectly drawn and pink as he explained the most beautiful things you had ever heard in those years at Oxford. Damn it. It was Miranda’s fault, obviously. You tried to convince yourself of that while elaborating a way to approach you about the possibility of a research project without embarrassing yourself. Obviously you tried to impress him before that, answering questions whenever possible and redoing all the examples and notes he passed around. When your own mind couldn’t assimilate some details, you looked for him to ask questions and oh Lord, he was more than attentive.

The proximity also made you realize how blue his eyes were under the glasses, and how his hands were- no, wait, what were those veins? Those long and thin fingers? You know what they say about guys with big hands... And his fluffy dirty blonde hair and those soft and ugly sweaters, his height, his waist-

DAMN IT MIRANDA!

That afternoon you gathered the courage to introduce the subject after your classmates left, using your best words to make a good impression.

“I have some interesting ideas that would yield good research, but before recruiting someone, I evaluate performance throughout the term; grades, posture, commitment, everything is observed.”

“Oh... sure, professor.”

“You’re doing well so far, you have good chances, keep it up.”

You wanted to scream. You’ve been recognized.

If your previous efforts were continuous to make a good impression, they would now be compulsive to stand out from the others. You needed to have him as an advisor. And all the eagerness to please him, all the competitive desire to excel, all that fervor triggered a fire that consumed every stretch of your body silently.

And that was a problem.

It shouldn’t be, but it became without you noticing.

“Do you know how many people would sacrifice everything to sit on these chairs? Walking through these corridors? Breathe this air? All of you have an obligation to achieve more than perfection, especially if you are here because of mommy and daddy’s money.”

You knew that very well. Gavey was very demanding about the quality of his students, always reinforcing the privilege of being in this environment, which in itself would make his discipline one of the most important of that term, but your current disposition made you demand almost all attention for him, for the test that was coming, for what you aspired to in the future.

And the result couldn’t be better.

You had a 100% performance in the first test. Excellent, handwritten next to the note. “Good work, keep it up,” he said with a subtle smile.

“Thank you, professor.”

So that’s what the butterflies in your stomach were from.

You smiled, satisfied as you reaped the fruit of weeks of hard work, too numb in your own pride to feel a close eye to follow your steps to the exit, although you had not gone unnoticed by Miranda.

“I think someone caught Gavey’s attention,” she hummed low, approaching on your side to lightly nudge your body with her hip.

“I know right? I need this opportunity,” you celebrated, oblivious to the implicit tone of her voice.

“I didn’t mean that way, babe. It's just he’s keeping an eye on you constantly, literally checking you every- I don’t know, three minutes?” She said it as if it were obvious.

“What? No, I don’t think it’s in this sense, he uses everything as a parameter of choice, he’s just observing my posture.” What? To believe that Gavey had ulterior motives? Too unreal.

“No, sweetheart, he was staring at you when no one paid attention, or almost no one, and he spent most of his time looking at you,” she insisted.

“You don't really thi-“

“I totally think so!”

Oh fuck.

“I’m not saying he’s in love with you, but he's interested, hell yeah,” she explained as you slowly processed her words.

“Fuck,” you said, “do you really, really think so? I mean- he doesn’t look like the type who stays with students.”

Definitely not, he seemed too methodical for that, methodical enough to separate the spectra of his life into compartments.

But what if there was the possibility? You couldn’t reproduce that question audibly, but in the comfort of your bed, you allowed yourself to daydream.

If there was some possibility?

Well, there were pros and cons that needed to be analyzed meticulously, of course.

In the event that Michael was a systematic monster, there wouldn’t be problems in a relationship since he wouldn’t mix romance with studies, theoretically. On the other hand, if he didn’t know how to differentiate the staff from the professional... well, you’d be fucked up if something went wrong. And that was the main point: the mistake.

The consequences would be drastic if something bad happened, especially to you, whose life was still under construction and a scholarship in Oxford could not be negotiated. The cost was too high.

However, over the weeks, you could only think about how attractive your professor was.

And now you know it’s a problem.

And with that, the end of year 2 was near when you received an email from Michael Gavey requesting to send your notes and certificates of everything you had done and participated in so far. Jesus, that man wasn’t kidding.

Neither were you.

That same morning you attached the documents to the e-mail and forwarded a response, as a result, your presence was requested at his office as soon as possible. I’m available in the afternoon, you send to him.

It was complicated to make your legs stop shaking along the way, practically jumping through the corridors while trying to stay calm. It was your chance, one where nothing could go wrong. You wore your best clothes, put on accessories that you used to wear daily and a subtle makeup to make a good impression, nothing that drew too much attention.

Stopping in front of his door, you took a deep breath and announced your presence with a light knock against the old wood, receiving immediate permission to enter the space. You would've liked the time and the absence of an observer to analyze all the details, but instead your eyes locked with his as he walked back to his chair.

“Good afternoon,” he said, a polite smile illuminating his beautiful face as he pointed to the chair in front of you, “have a seat. Please.”

“Good afternoon, professor, thank you,” you greeted him back, shaking your hands anxiously as you sat down.

With no time to allow your eyes to wander through the objects on the table, Michael cut straight to the point. "So, what aroused your interest in Number Theory?" You, to begin with.

"Well, I chose Maths at the age of 17, but things were difficult when I started the course. I was disenchanted considerably, but I always remained active. When your classes started I felt the same thing that motivated me to join here, it was as if everything had made sense again and I really fell in love with it."

“I see,” he said, crossing his hands over the table with a soft smile and a slight pink to his cheeks. Did you make him blush? No way. "I’m happy to have contributed positively to your training. I really appreciated your performance during classes and the analysis of your CV. The activities you have developed are also good but they can improve, I believe you also aspire to it. I seek a high level of quality in my students, after all we are in one of the best universities in the world and excellence is the least expected, I believe we agree on that. Have you already decided where you would like to specialise within Number Theory?"

"To be honest, no, but I would like to find out in-"

"I have some ideas that I’d like to be executed, I can show you now, if you don't have something in mind," he interrupted you with enthusiasm.

"... yes, I’d love to," you said, "but first, thank you for the opportunity you’re giving me, I admire you so much from the first classes and I feel really happy to receive this chance, I know there are many successful veteran professors, but I believe that a current view of a person as impressive as you can bring interesting results."

And if he had blushed with your previous statement, now he was red as a tomato and all disconcerted as he looked down with a shyness never witnessed before by you. It was deadly cute.

Gosh, you were really fucked.

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Working with Michael was exciting.

Terrifying too.

You felt constantly intimidated by his intellect, which caused a mix of sensations that varied according to the day. There was the pride of collaborating with him, the fear of failing, the paranoia of not being good enough and the satisfaction of achieving good results. It was a real roller coaster.

The passing of the months dissipated the initial strangeness and made living more comfortable. On the other hand, the proximity made you watch him for longer. It was pathetic.

Michael spent most of his time in front of his computer, correcting things, creating things and participating in events. You weren’t the only one under his guidance, there was Paul, a recent entry in Maths who was too inert in his own world to notice any non-standard deviation. Paul was a reminder and a barrier for nothing to come out of your daydreams, although he didn't seem very interested in what you were doing.

Still, you couldn't feed those thoughts, your relationship should be strictly professional.

It didn't matter how discreetly he approached you to help, or how close he leaned towards you- more than what was considered respectful. Or how good he smelled and looked so comfortable with his cheesy sweaters and old shoes. Or when you looked at him closely while he explained something.

How it was happening at that very moment.

“You're wasting time trying to demonstrate this equation, it's not so important for the project,” he said when analysing your latest advances.

"I know, but I'd like to understand better and I'm not getting it, it seems too abstract," you said with a frustrated pout, bothered by being stuck in something so simple.

"You've already solved more difficult things," he stressed, looking at you consciously, "can I?" he asked, referring to your notebook and the pen next to your laptop.

“Sure.”

Your attention focused on the numbers and symbols scribbled on the paper, trying to keep up with the speed of his thought. Watching it has always been fascinating.

“Some things are more difficult when we make them like this,” he said as he sketched on the paper.

"It's easy to say that being you," you replied, lamenting the failed attempt to absorb some of his knowledge.

"But it's true."

Unconsciously, you leaned your shoulder against his arm. "Some things are naturally difficult, not everyone can visualise like you."

"I know, it's a natural advantage," he smirked, looking at you over his shoulder, face closer than usual. "But you have a good brain, you shouldn't make it harder than it is."

So close.

"And how should I make it easier?" You held your breath, not daring to look beyond his beautiful blue irises.

"Find in the problem points that are favourable to you, try to demystify them, make them palpable," he replied slowly, taking a deep breath.

Really close.

"And if there's nothing to be explored?"

"You can always call me."

"… I know."

So close.

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After that, you don't know what or why, but something has changed in your relationship with Michael.

His looks became more persistent, his presence seemed closer, almost palpable. Maybe it was a daydream of your own mind, but it looked different, inexplicably different. The air seemed heavier when there was proximity. He seemed comfortable when he touched your shoulder while you read your results. It was nothing, you thought.

There was something not said and that was enough to bring out fears and expectations.

Why not? You thought repeatedly, knowing the reasons very well.

But, maybe...

Maybe you needed to get him out of your head for a few hours, meet some nice guys, drink a little, it was a good idea.

That's why that Friday night you decided to go to one of the nearby pubs with Miranda. It was a good plan, you would leave the lab at 5 PM and get ready to meet her at 7 PM. It was in fact a good plan... until the data analysis program decided to crash in the middle of your work and a malaise affected your friend, in addition to a grotesque rain that started to fall recently. Well, at least you tried.

After collecting the material from the bench, you stretched your arms above your head to ward off the hours of agonizing stress and got up from the chair. It was already late and your view was tired, more than your own body when Michael showed up with his keys in his hand after closing his own office. He spent the afternoon by your side trying to solve the damn problem in addition to his chores as a teacher.

"Everything worked out?" He asked.

"Yeah, at least that," you grumbled, picking up your backpack, "thank you for the help," you looked at him before going to the switches to turn off the equipment.

"You’re welcome," he said simply, in a softer tone than usual. Thunder echoed when you turned off the lights and made you retreat briefly in fright, making himhim laugh softly. "So, what does your generation do to have fun Friday night?" He asked casually after leaving the laboratory.

"Considering that these pubs are older than you and me, I think the same thing your generation did," you replied humorously, looking at him with a small smile, "Unfortunately not with this rain."

"Did you have plans?" He asked.

"Yes, my friend and I’d go to MacLaren's pub, but she's sick and the world decided to fall suddenly and I didn't bring my umbrella," you said faster than you intended, a brief irritation about how your night was totally destroyed. “And you?”

“No plans,” he said, adjusting his sweater. His car was close, but the rain prevented him from advancing a lot. "Are you walking?" He asked.

"Yes- I mean as soon as the rain passes," you crossed your arms and hugged yourself.

"I can take you," he said, his words beginning to make your heart beat faster.

It's no big deal, it's just a polite gesture.

"Oh no, you don't have to, honestly. I can wait," you said, although the twinge in your heart meant the opposite. Why the fuck did I deny it? Damn it.

"It's no big deal, besides we don't know when it will pass," he said, "we can wait in my car, I'm fucking freezing here."

"Sure." You tried not to freak out at the idea of being in such a restricted and warm environment with him, but Michael didn't seem to share the concern, since he basically ran in the middle of the fine rain to reach his car. Okay then. You went right behind, putting the backpack above your head to protect yourself from the water and closing the door harder than you intended. “Sorry, I wasn't expecting that,” you said with a light laugh.

"I just needed this heater," he said with a small smile on his lips, messing with things on the panel, "I also didn't bring an umbrella."

Avoiding making him uncomfortable when analyzing his every movement, you took your cell phone to try to distract yourself, relaxing when the hot air became present. It was almost 6:45 when You Really Got Me filled your ears and made you look at him.

"Do you like The Kinks?" You asked.

"I'm a fan, what about you?"

"My friend is a big fan."

“And you?”

"I like some songs."

"My grandfather was a great vinyl collector, he left everything to my father but he was never into rock in general," he said as he adjusted his glasses, looking at you with soft eyes.

You looked at him with interest. "I started listening to rock to get the attention of a guy I liked. It didn't work but I really liked the songs, although I don't listen to the same bands as I did when I was younger."

Michael laughed. The sound was carefree, almost relaxed even, a facet you didn't see often. He looked soft, cozy, in that burnt orange sweater he wore. "And what do you listen to?"

“I listen to a lot of Oasis, but that's not really 60's stuff. But I also like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Strokes...”

“Big fan of Oasis,” he said.

“Really?”

"I have all the vinyls and I went to a concert in Manchester before the separation." He paused, "Would you like to see them?"

There was an intensity in his look that made your breathing fail, making the air heavy. The casualness of the situation did not seem so natural all of a sudden. He meant-

“In my home.”

Shit shit shit shit

You couldn't, you shouldn't.

“Yes.”

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And so, contrary to all the possibilities of the night, you were in Michael fucking Gavey's house.

A veiled restlessness endured in the air and in the way your heart beat as you were taken by the unknown path. You couldn't believe you had agreed to that, but here you were, looking at every detail of his flat with curiosity. It was large, clean and almost minimalist in design, some thematic objects of mathematics scattered around on the shelves, walls and table. Nerd.

A short silence was maintained while your eyes eagerly explored his place. "Do you want to drink something?"

"Water would be great," you tried to keep the modesty, while watching him go to the kitchen and approach with your request with his gaze locked on yours.

You couldn't be imagining things, there was something there, a different glow, an unspoken truth that caused chills to run through your body.

"You can sit down, I'll get the vinyls."

Your heart was almost exploding since the invitation. You couldn't believe he brought you here, much less that you agreed to come. What the fuck should you do? Let him show you the records and then go? That was stupid.

You forced a conscious smile when he appeared with the records in his hand, watching with a certain curiosity.

“Here,” he said with what you assumed to be a nervous smile, “This is definitely my favourite, although What's the Story? Morning Glory introduced me to the band-“

Your brain wandered when he started digging non-stop about the albums, not giving a damn about Noel and Liam Gallagher's drama, all that mattered was that you were next to Michael Gavey, on his couch, at his house. Michael, the man who took away your sleep and made you constantly daydream. The man who fascinated and intimidated you to the same extent, who made your body warm up when it was close and imagined what it would be like if he got closer.

With his beautiful eyes, nose and lips, big hands and long fingers, soft and beautiful dirty blond hair.

You've wanted it for a long time.

You wanted him.

Wanted to fuck him.

You wanted to fuck your own professor.

And you're tired of denying it.

"I know I shouldn't do that, but it's all I've been thinking about for months."

You interrupted him, touching his cheek as you slowly leaned against him. He froze in place, not preventing your advances as your faces grew closer and closer. Your lips gently brushed against his before pressing harder, starting a fearful and shy, almost chaste kiss.

He didn't reciprocate.

Your heart sank, panic blooming in your stomach.

What did I do?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

His lips silenced any doubts that dared to emerge, holding the back of your head while kissing you experimentally. You didn't waste time in moving your lips at the pace he set, holding the back of his neck and smoothing his beautiful face, tasting the taste of his lips.

You couldn't believe it, you couldn't! He was kissing you!

Michael Gavey was kissing you!

"I'm sorry, we shouldn't-" he said as he walked away abruptly, but you didn't care.

You attacked his hungry lips and made him move the discs away when he leaned against his body, climbing on his lap and holding both sides of his neck. His hand went down your back and held your ass firmly while the other grasped on the back of your neck, pulling your body closer and asking for access to your mouth with his tongue. You kissed, sucked, and bit his pink lips, taking advantage of everything you could before moving away to look into his eyes, looking for any sign of reluctance.

“I've wanted to do this for a long time,” he confessed.

“Me too,” you said.

And then you were kissing him again, and again, and again until your lips were red, wet and swollen. Your body warmed up when a bulge emerged below your thighs, instinctively grinding against it.

“Fuck- I can't, we can't do that, I'm your fucking professor,” he said out of breath, holding your arms and briefly pushing your body away. "This can ruin everything- fuck up our relationship-"

He was red, dilated pupils and heavy breathing, a fucking vision.

“I know, I know. But... just this time, we can forget just this time... what do you think?"

He held firmly one side of your face and looked into your eyes. “Are you fucking sure about this?”

“I'm fucking sure.”

Just this time.

"... just this time."

He leaned over to kiss you quickly, moving his hands under your blouse to take it over his head, groping the exposed skin of your arms, waist and belly with his big hands while drinking from your body with lascivious eyes. "Beautiful," he whispered.

His lips traveled to spice up moist kisses on your neck, sucking the conjuncture with his shoulder, licking your throat, making you melt and close your eyes when he found your sweet spot. Who knew he had that fire? He nibbled and sucked the sensitive skin, holding your waist firmly when he raised you and put you on the floor, leaving you stunned as he guided you by the hand to the room.

Michael didn't have time for your reasoning to come back when he gently pushed you against the door with both hands next to your head. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

“And you're handsome,” you removed his orange sweater, touching the skin of his torso.

"... you don't have to reciprocate the compliment."

Your chest hurt when you heard that, which made you touch his cheek instinctively. "I'm not saying out of courtesy, Michael, you're fucking attractive," you traced his lips with your thumb, looking at him firmly. “Fucking handsome.”

A slight blush took over his cheeks and he captured your lips with passion, holding your waist while kissing life outside of you. Your head was spinning and your stomach warmed up by intimacy, straightening his soft hair. You were in the damn clouds.

His hands moved to unbutton your pants and lower them, kneeling before you to remove your shoes and jeans, kissing the stomach trail to the top of your panties and shamelessly touching your drenched pussy.

"Mmm," you shuddered and closed your eyes when he started rubbing your clitoris, increasing the moisture between your thighs. Fuck. Your goddamn professor was kneeling in front of you. If you weren't wet before, now a river has accumulated in your center.

"Is that good?" He asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered, holding onto him for better support, watching him continue to massage your clit now directly into the skin while leaving kisses on your belly. You leaned dramatically against the door when he stuck a finger in your entrance, pumping slowly, feeling you, teasing. “Fuck.”

Michael removed his finger and stood up, unbuttoning his belt quickly and taking off his pants and shoes, leaving you warm and needy and following him like a puppy when he went to the headboard near the bed and opened the upper drawer to take off a condom. Damn it, he was so fine. Before his hands were on your body, you slowly pushed him on the bed and took control, removing the bra and discarding the panties. You couldn't believe what was about to happen.

Your body trembled when he pulled you by the waist and clapped your breasts as you sat on his covered cock and ground over it.

"Fuck," he grunted, sucking one nipple.

"Michael," you moaned, panting. 'Professor,' that's what you wanted to shout, pulling the hair from the back of his neck. He moaned when you kept grinding against his erection and hoisted your hips to lay you on the sheets.

Your mouth opened when he discarded his underwear - not even in the wettest dreams did you imagine that size. He was fucking fine. Tall, thin, defined and with a beautiful cock. Fuck-

Michael Gavey was really a box full of surprises. He barely had time to adjust his glasses and put on the condom before he was pulled by you to take over the top, caged by your legs.

He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, leaning on his elbow as he adjusted between your thighs. The next thing you felt was the welcome intrusion into your folds, stretching you open deliciously. The initial stretch was a little painful, it's been a while since you've been with someone, but he was slow and careful when sinking into your core, making your toes curl up and a relieved moan come out of your throat when he was totally inside.

"Are you alright?" He asked with his face above yours.

"Yes," you held his back, "just wait a minute, please."

“Okay,” he said with a red face, hoarse voice and almost breathless.

Your walls were pulsating when you finally received it, relaxing when the slight discomfort passed. “Move.”

His thrusts were soft, but firm, looking at you closely. You couldn't believe that, yes, Michael was fucking you. Finally.

You leaned up to kiss him while holding your back, groping his wrinkles around your eyes. He was fucking handsome. His hips went further and faster when your body was totally receptive, the moisture and heat surrounding him and making him slip without hindrance. He leaned his forehead against yours and held your hips when you dug your feet on the bed, hitting deeper than before, making you moan loudly and your pussy squeeze instinctively.

A hoarse moan was his response, almost a whining that was swallowed by your lips.

You were in the fucking clouds with the intimacy of the moment, tracing patterns on his back and pulling the blonde strands from the back of the neck when the thrusts became more intense, deliberately repeating his name. Michael attacked the conjuncture of your neck and lifted your thigh even more to go deeper, deliciously hitting your core.

"Michael- fuck-" You could only think of how good he felt, how big his cock was and how his bulbous head brushed your sweet spot whenever he moved. You needed it too much. Holding his shoulders and pushing him away a little, you looked at him panting, making his eyes widen.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked with a tense body.

"No, no, It's just-" and then you moved to take control, resting your hands on his chest, "this." You wanted to ride him since the time you called me in your office. You rubbed your hips against his groin in an addictive rhythm, loving the friction against your clitoris and the feeling of being totally filled.

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing your ass, groping your hip, holding your breasts, covering every piece of skin available.

You started moving on his cock, touching his chest gently. You felt it all over your core and that burned your whole body, especially when your spongy spot was being brushed rhythmically. Michael pulled you to a scorching kiss full of tongue and teeth, leaving your movements sloppy, but constant, almost frantic, your moans and whining became higher and higher, your velvety walls squeezing his thick axis more and more.

"So fucking good," he moaned against your mouth and leaned his feet on the bed, holding your buttocks and hitting his hips against yours.

“Fuck-“ you almost screamed, resting your head against his chest when he started pushing quickly into your hot pussy, creating lascivious sounds that echoed all over the room.

“You're squeezing me so fucking hard - you're close, aren't you?” He asked, almost breathless.

“Y-yes,” your eyes closed when the family tingling intensified and your juices lubricated it even more.

"Come for me baby," he grunted when your folds pulsed around him, "cum in my fucking cock."

Shit.

Your orgasm hit you hard; hot and sudden as lightning, making your body tremble and a flash blind your vision as the air disappeared from your lungs and your mind went blank.

"Fuck," you heard him moan far away, feeling his cock pulsate and the squeeze on your ass increase when his erratic movements stopped, leaving only a few slow pushes on your sensitive pussy.

You melted completely when the orgasmic euphoria spared, coming out of it unwillingly so as not to deprive you of the air and stabilize your own breathing. Your mind was tired although very aware of the fact that you had just fucked your professor.

You can't fucking believe it.

Fucking finally.

"Are you okay?" He asked, all red and sweaty as he looked at you with crooked glasses.

“Absofuckinglutely,” you looked at him tired, panting, attracted by how cozy he looked. “And you?”

He smiled softly, pushing away some strands of hair that had stuck to your forehead, fingering your face with his thumb. “I'm fucking great.”

Michael pulled you to rest on his chest when a comfortable mist hovered between you as you recovered. None of you said anything for the next few minutes, just enjoying the calm silence before reality starts to come back. You fucked your professor.

You fucked your professor.

What did you have in your head?

You tried to convince yourself that nothing would change after that, that your relationship would not be affected, but you were not sure of that

Just this time.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 1)

It wasn't long after Uzi restored N and V's memories that N began to stay over at her “apartment.” more often.

It started when he sheepishly knocked on her door one morning, chassis slightly steaming and looking guilty, tail laying flat against the floor.

“H-H-Hey U-U-zi” His voice was so glichy it was nearly impossible to hear what exactly he was saying, his visor angerly blinking, warning him that he was overheating, as if that wasn't immediately obvious.

“Holy shit! N!” Uzi was immediately concerned, leaning in to help her best freind and to lead him inside, she went to grab his hand to help him. Only to be immediately burned, the temperature of his plating feeling like a stove top.

“Y-y-eah, I'm kinda h-h-ooo-t right now.” He explained as if he wasn't about to melt in front of her. She sprinted to her room, grabbing the canister of oil she'd been sipping on and shoving it in his mouth.

He drank it deeply, emptying the entire container rather quickly, steam plumed around him and he sighed, his joints groaning from the quick constriction back to form.

“Oh wow, that was a little closer than I would have liked. Thanks Uz!” He brightened immediately, tail curling up and beginning to wag, a beaming smile on his face.

“N! What happened? I've never seen you that hot before!” She motioned him in, looking into the hallway to make sure nobody saw him enter. It wouldn't help the already rampant rumors about her. About them.

“Uh, V is in one of her moods after I tried reminiscing with her, she shoved me and I fell into the sunlight.” His explanation was not lacking in enthusiasm, seemingly not thinking about how close the death he just came.

“And she didn't get you oil because…?” Uzi questioned, trying to not notice how he looked around her house in awe, glancing around at everything.

“Oh, because the oil we have is old and a little chunky, it would have taken too long to cool me off before I started to go offline.” He explained, picking up a picture of her father and her, when she was a pill.

“Awww, baby Uzi!”

Blushing, she swiped the picture out of his hands and put it back down.

“Bite me! I'm not cute!” She snapped at him, only for him to laugh lightly, as if that action itself proved whatever point he was trying to make.

“Whatever you say!” He grinned, walking off to pick up another trinket off the shelf and turn it in his hands.

“This isn't the first time you've been here, you've seen it before, also you almost just died. Priorities!”

“I actively avoid thinking about the times I almost die. Also look!” He brought her attention to a picture of her, in a toddler body, bashing her dad in the head with a wrench.

“Looks like you were good with tools even when tiny!” He cooed at her image, Uzi grumbled, trying and failing to swipe the picture from his hands.

“Also, I was unconscious for most of the time I was here. I didn't get to see all your adorable droneling pictures!” He threw his hands up, tail wagging wildly.

Adorable?

“N!” She shouted in indignation, fists balling up and stomping her foot like the was throwing a tantrum.

He put the picture back on the shelf, giggling at her, if he was anyone else she would have bitten back a little harder, but he was incredibly difficult to stay mad at, especially with that crooked, dopey smile.

“Well, I guess I'm stuck with you until nightfall…” She murmured, honestly she had started to become nocturnal herself, being unable to touch sunlight after her strange, fleshy transformation at camp, switching over seemed to be the better option.

“I was about to get ready for bed, if you wanna-”

“Sleepover!” He shouted immediately, looking like he just got the best Christmas gift ever. Uzi couldn't help but smile at him, he was always so endlessly positive.

“Uh, yeah… I guess.” She turned to look aloof, but to also hide her growing fluster, which had been growing more and more common since prom.

She drug him into her room by the arm, partly just to get him away from more of her pictures. And slammed the door behind her. Sighing softly.

When she opened her eyes again, N was sitting on her bed, well more laying, as he was a little too tall to comfortably sit upright without touching the ceiling, and was looking at her nightmare board.

“Mmm. This looks like repressed memories.” He said off-handedly, and he was partly correct, some of them were nightmares, some were things she'd rather be only in her nightmares.

“Just nightmares N.” She replied, going into the corner of the room to find a comfortable shirt to change into. Only to look at N, to realize he was still in his overcoat and hat.

“You want to wear something more comfortable then that coat?” She asked, still pulling through the mountain of clothes.

“Huh? Oh uh, if you have something that fits me.”

Fair enough, he was quite a bit taller than any other worker drone. Especially her.

But luckily, she had hoarded clothes over the years, and finally fished something out that was way too big for her. But would probably fit him just fine. A thin lilac shirt that said. “My Girlfriend Thinks I'm Tall.”

The universe really wanted to shove this crush in her face today. Didn't it?

Whatever, the universe could bite her.

“Here.” She threw the shirt up at him and continued to search for something that suited her. Finally, she saw a faded yellow shirt that read; I'm a Big Freakin’ Ray of Sunshine

Perfect

She turned, only to find N standing naked in the middle of her room, the shirt folded in one hand and his coat draped over the other.

“N!” She immediately whipped around to face the wall, her temperature rising quickly, a violent blush taking over her face.

“What?” He hummed, seemingly unperturbed by being nude in front of her, taking his sweet ass time putting the shirt on.

“You're naked!”

“And? The only difference between us is armor plating.” He responded, pulling the shirt over his head. His voice laced with confusion.

“Still! You don’t see me stripping in front of you!”

N paused for a moment, seemingly pondering this. Before he clicked his tongue.

“I wouldn't mind it, you seem to forget that none of the corpses that make up the spire have clothes.” That made her jump, sometimes she forgot he was a disassembly drone, with his cheerful, loving attitude. And it made her feel a little weird, did all of the worker drones really look so similar?

Did he not think of her as different?

“N-No, I don't care how many you've seen. I don't want you to see me.”

She heard N make some kind of noise, then heard him step out and close the door. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, shit, she didn't realize N would be so nonchalant about it.

She quickly got changed, and reopened the door for N, who met her gaze with a slight blush, and who's hands were shifting against each other awkwardly. Clearly, he'd known he'd said something wrong and overthought it.

“Erm, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, and I didn't mean to imply that… you look like every other worker drone. Because you don't- uh…” He broke from her gaze for a moment, and his tail flicked irritability. What she could see of his visor he was? Blushing? Maybe?

“You don't look like anyone else. You look like you, and you are my best friend.”

Or maybe he did.

“It's okay, you kinda walk around without pants anyway.”

“So does V!” He defended, before they both dissolved into laughter, awkward moment being pushed aside.

“Come on, let's choose something to watch.” And they walked back into her room, N following as she pulled put a drawer, letting him look at the movies she had.

“A lot of them are animated, looking at live action humans is a little freaky to me.” She admitted, watching as he held each box in his hands. Reading the description of each.

“Oooh, this one is about robots!” He grinned, showing off on of the boxes to her.

“Wall-E? I haven't seen that since I was little.” She vaguely knew it was sappy though, which knowing N, he may have picked up on as well.

‘Yeah sure…” She picked up her homebrew laptop and shoved the disk into the reader, before looking around for a place for both of them to sit.

Her couch was currently covered in railgun parts, where she has been trying (and kinda failing) to repair it after it exploded, she'd nearly had to start from scratch.

But then that left her bed… which would probably end up with the both of them being in pretty close proximity, even more so with how excitable N could get.

N made the choice for her, climbing up to her bed and giving her his hand to help her up.

She blushed, looking away as she took his hand as was hoisted up quickly enough to disorient her, thankfully she didn't loose grip on the laptop.

She landed in his lap, she could tell that much by the ambient warmth radiating from his core, she felt him lean down over her shoulder to start the movie, some of his silvery hair tickling her cheek.

Ah, shit this escalated, does he realize how close we are right now?

Apparently not, as he readjusted himself he forced them closer, Uzi leaning fully against his chest, his head looming above her as she was curled on his lap.

She was extremely happy he couldn't see her visor, which she was sure was nothing but purple at this point.

Still, she eventually relaxed into it, realizing that this was one of the only ways they'd both truly fit on the bed while still being able to see the screen.

She just… didn't remember the movie being so… romantic?

The way Wall-E swooned over Eva's sleek design, melted at her voice, showed her his collection of weird human things… for once she could kinda relate, looking up at the disassembly drone, who's eyes were locked onto the screen.

“Awww, he likes her!” He pointed out when Wall-E tried to hold her hand, and all Uzi could do was shake her head, of course he'd be into romance, that was just so… N.

“Kinda reminds me of when we first met.” She said without thinking, before her words caught up with her and she realized what she was implying.

Luckily, either N didn't call her out or simply didn't notice.

“Yeah… her arm cannon thing is really similar to your railgun.”

Oh thank Robo-Jesus that's what he took from that.

“I don't think you were swooning over me though, with me trying to kill you and everything.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

“Uh- Pfft, I wouldn't swoon over anyone N.”

Yes. Nice Save.

“Thad?” N mentioned, eyes still trained on the screen. Although his tone had shifted slightly, although she couldn't fathom why.

“Ew. No. Sports Jock is not my type, he's just not mean to me.” They both jumped when a lightning strike hit Wall-E as we was trying to recharge her.

“I'm not sure what I'd do if you suddenly went offline like that.” N's voice was uncertain, like it was something he'd been thinking on.

“You worry about that?” Uzi replied, trying to ignore the way her core sped up, but wait his did too.

“Of course, with everything going on I'm afraid someone is going to get hurt in a way I can't fix…” One of his arms wrapped around her, seeking comfort, making her jump slightly.

She wasn't used to other people caring about her to this extent, in the way she knew N did, he was her ride or die and she knew that, and it was worth so much to her.

“If you're talking about V, she can kill us both before taking a breath.”

But showing him that was too scary.

“I don't worry about her as much as I worry about you.” His head rested on hers for a moment, as he watched Wall-E hold onto the side of the spaceship for dear life.

She felt herself smiling, face warm. He was such a wonderful friend, he was one of the only people that truly cared about her.

“I'll be fine… Bite me….” He chuckled, sensing no aggression behind her words. And they fell into comfortable silence, getting reabsorbed back into the movie.

Uzi found herself melting pleasantly in his warmth, she'd expected him to be warm, with his constant need for oil, but had expected it to be more unpleasant, instead it was lulling her to sleep quite rapidly. She felt… safe. And that was weird considering she was cudd- uh leaning against a drone who could end her life before she could even finish her next thought.

But she knew he'd never do that, he would rather melt into a puddle than lay an aggressive hand on her, and in a way that made her feel special, even though he would do the same for any of the worker drones in the bunker.

“Oh she looks really upset…” Her eyes refocused on the screen, Eve shouting at Wall-E while her words faded into the background, showing he wasn't listening.

“He did follow her into space.”

“For love!”

“She doesn't know that, although pretty sure she'd still be mad if she did… it really wasn't a smart decision.” Uzi deadpaned, groaning at N's partly fake offense.

“Love is always the best decision!”

Then please don't let me go

She shook off that thought with a shake of her head, settling back against his chest, realizing his arm was still around her and his head still laid on hers.

They were actually cuddling now, there would be no denying that. But Uzi couldn't bring herself to be upset by it even if a part of herself was screaming about her “reputation.” and her “critical lack of edge.”

“Am I putting you to sleep?” N asked, his voice soft and soothing, it sent pleasant streams of data straight to her core.

“I've already seen the movie, and… you're really warm.” She admitted, looking up onto to find he was looking back at her.

“You don't have to stay awake for me then.”

His eyes were honey, pure and sweet and looking down at her like she was a precious gem. She smiled, eyes dimming as she fell into sleep mode. Was this still just a crush? It didn't feel like one, with the way her core felt full and heavy like it was about to come out of her chest. Was this what love was like? She didn't know, she'd never felt anything close to it before.

[Sleep Mode] appered on her visor and N felt her relax fully into him, letting out a content sigh that made yellow spring to his cheeks. His attention slowly turning to the movie again.

She nuzzled into him in her sleep, making the robot equivalent of a squeak as she did. His core felt light, and a small laugh fell out of his mouth.

He worried about her constantly, with her strange powers and her transformation, she'd put herself in danger, always bravely going into it with so much confidence it tended to rub off on him even if he was nervous. But he still worried, she was still a worker, still small, still so much more fragile. And recently, he'd seen her lacking in confidence, terrified.

Even if she would tell him to bite her if he dared ever call her any sort of fragile. She meant so much to him, his closest friend that he could always count on to be patient with him. She could be prickly, sure, but that was more of a shield she put up to protect herself. Much like the padding of optimism he'd wrapped himself in.

He was really upset knowing how the rest of the colony treated her, as if she was some sort of diseased stray cat that needed to be avoided. It was awful! Uzi had the potential to be so sweet, and it was sad to see her having to create this shell to hide that part of herself.

“Mm… N…” She mumbled in her sleep, and he subconsciously pulled her closer, he'd stopped paying attention to the movie long ago, that was okay, he was recording everything anyway, he'd be sure to pay more attention then.

He was going to make his best freind feel wanted. Like he'd wanted to feel, like she made him feel.

Sleep mode came quickly for him too, until all the sound that escaped the room was the sound of the laptop, until that too died down to nothing.

Next ->

[undeadcannibal]

Hii can I request something for 141 + König and Keegan when their S/O is raging at their game? That’s currently me right now LMAO

Summary: How Task Force 141, König, and Keegan are with a gaming S/O who rages

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, König, and Keegan P. Russ

Warnings: none!

A/N: I feel ya. I’m replaying Horizon: Forbidden West on the hardest difficulty for my second playthrough, and needless to say sometimes my ass just gets handed to me. OTL Thank you for the request though, I hope you enjoy! (Also, sorry Keegan’s bit is short, I’m slowly getting into writing more for him because it’s been YEARS since I’ve played/seen COD: Ghosts) ( Gif credit: xxx )

Price―

Doesn't game because he doesn't really enjoy them much, but doesn't mind if you game 

If you're raging at something, he doesn't really get it, but also doesn't judge you for it 

If anything, much like Ghost and Keegan, he finds amusement in your rage 

Can't take you too seriously when he thinks you're cute for getting so upset at the game 

Does tease you occasionally, but not to the point you're feeling worse 

Ohhh, will be that one person that watches something and can't help but comment on how it wouldn't work or something of the like

OMG WAIT-- 

"Are ya' winning, son?" meme fits him perfectly 

Totally the type to ask if you're winning no matter what you're playing, or if you're raging

Gaz―

Like Soap, Kyle is a good support system/partner to have when gaming 

Doesn't game nowhere near as seriously, but does have his own moments here and there 

So, whenever something gets to you and you can't help but react, he's laughing and doing his best to reassure you 

Sometimes can't help but be a tease and joke with you, but for the most part, he doesn't mind the raging. Is probably used to it because of Soap, imo 

Ooh, unrelated but kinda cute headcanon for him is he's absolutely the type to help you past a part you can't quite get. Loves helping you with games, he thinks those moments are sweet~

Ghost―

Soap has tried getting him to get into gaming with y'all, but it's just not really for him 

He does, however, like watching you though. Even more so when you've your moments of intense rage 

Like Keegan, he finds those rare outbursts endearing to him in an odd way he can't quite explain 

Won't really join you, but will watch you and even gets into it when you're playing a particularly interesting title

Will be commenting on situations and characters right along with you, and even nod along at those heated moments of raging 

So long as you're not physically destructive or too loud, he doesn't care one bit about those moments 

He thinks he'd probably be the same way if he were in your shoes

Soap―

Oh, this man is right there with you, he's your best gaming partner. Don't tell Gaz that though 

If the two of you aren't hyping one another up, you're raging together during those heated moments 

Doesn't matter what types of games you enjoy, he'll gladly watch or play with you when he can 

Even though he loves to share the moment with you, he isn't the type to be a backseat gamer 

Much prefers to let you figure it out on your own, especially when it comes to difficult puzzles and bosses 

Will also rightfully be yelling and cursing right along with you cause sometimes he can't help himself

König―

Being on the quieter side, I see him as the type to be have a silent and internal anger reaction 

When he sees you raging for the first time, it catches him completely off guard 

At first, he's worried something's wrong only to realize you were just frustrated at something that happened within the game 

He'll understand the frustration you feel and tries to help cheer you up 

He might not get raging at the game - since I personally headcanon that he either doesn't play them, or simply doesn't have the time for them - he won't mind it. Finds it a little humorous when you get worked up over something he thinks is trivial 

Catch him cheering you on and/or encouraging you during a difficult part or boss 

Absolutely hams it up when you're doing well too 

Keegan―

He finds your raging at the game very amusing

Count on him to tease you during the worst moments just to rile you up even more

I can see Keegan enjoying seeing the fiestier side of you regardless of the frustration and anger you're feeling

Still, he'll sit there right with you, and depending on whether or not he's been paying attention, sometimes he'll even join you in said raging

If you were closing to defeating a boss or other player and died before beating them, he'll understand the raging wholeheartedly

Isn't a backseat gamer type, but will offer some tips to try and help you, if he can

[oneofstarkskids]

so high school (part 3)

part 1, part 2

genre: fluff

summary: high school au!! how is bucky supposed to break it to you that everything that's happened started with a lie?

bucky didn't know how long he could keep it up. the whole facade. he actually had to scramble to hide his report card from you.

you weren't his dad. he shouldn't be afraid of you seeing his grades.

but he was finally spending time with you. could he have made things simple and just asked you out like a normal person? no. this was more fun.

plus it's not like anyone was getting hurt. he was passing all his classes as usual. the only down side seemed to be the lying. he would have to tell you eventually...right? or maybe he could just...

he started to envision it. the two of you sitting on a deck with james junior in your lap. "and that's how mommy met daddy. because he's dumb as a rock."

or in the later years. "do you need me to organize your pills, honey?" bucky would probably roll his eyes, "i can count, doll."

okay so maybe he was overthinking, but that didn't mean that all of this couldn't turn into a problem. besides, he wanted to be honest with you.

relationships shouldn't be built on lies. so bucky decided to tell you the truth.

he met you in the library, like he'd done almost every day this week. he noticed the sullen expression on your face immediately.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you didn't have any problem telling him. the two of you had become sort of, close.

"it's my friend sam. he said he was working yesterday, but i saw someone post him on their story at some hangout," you sighed. "it doesn't matter. he can hang out with whoever he wants. i just can't believe he lied to me."

bucky froze. oh. shit.

"we're best friends. i don't understand why he felt like he couldn't tell me the truth. it hurts, you know," you said. and because bucky did know, he looked down at the table.

"i have to tell you something."

you study his expression. not that it was difficult, bucky was usually an expressive person. he seemed a bit nervous.

"i was never going to fail," he said quietly.

you frowned. "what?"

bucky tried to explain, "i was never getting kicked off the team. i've never failed a class. math and science are actually my strongest subjects."

bucky couldn't stop imagining the look of betrayal that was probably on your face. it took a lot for him to look up to meet your eyes.

but when he did, you were...smiling?

you suddenly laughed like it was all ridiculous. bucky didn't know how to react. and he had sisters, so he knew that your laughter could turn into a lecture at any moment.

"why?" you managed between wheezes.

bucky thought back to the beginning of it all, "well, i liked you for a really long time. all my friends were saying i should ask you out, but i guess i was too scared."

"you were scared?" you couldn't understand how someone like bucky barnes could be insecure for even a moment.

yet, he nodded.

"so you decided to create an elaborate plan to spend all this time with me instead of just asking me on a date?" you asked.

bucky chuckled with embarrassment, "maybe i am stupid after all."

you shook your head, "i don't think it's stupid. i think it's cute."

he turned a bright shade of pink that had you feeling confident.

you smirked, "but don't think that means you're getting out of that date."

[lxvebun]

whisper of the heart pt II

bun's notes: I'm really glad you guys enjoyed the first one so much :3 hopefully you will like this one as well.

synopsis: Genshin boys voicelines about you!

content:Alhaitham/Kazuha/Thoma/Cyno x gender neutral reader (so they/them prns used) in this series, their vision is in tune with their emotions, part one explains it the best. Cyno was incredibly difficult i'm sorry if it sucks shsjsjs. Eng is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

Part one

Alhaitham

About y/n:

"y/n and I go a long way back. They are a very intelligent, kind, and creative person. We studied under the same masters. Academic rivals? I wouldn't go as far as to say we were rivals per se, but the occasional competition between who got the highest score on an essay wasn’t out of the ordinary. Who won? Well, our scores wouldn't differ much at all actually. Even to the decimal, we usually got the same. When they asked our masters how such different essays could receive the same score. According to our masters, it seemed I lacked creativity in my writing, as they overdid the creative aspect. The masters words, not mine. Although I’ve read hundreds of books and essays in my life already, none could compare to the way y/n wrote theirs"

About vision:

"Unlike other people, I’d say I have decent control over my emotional elemental power, it at least doesn’t manifest in an obnoxious physical sense. That said, as much as I try to control it, the light of my vision starts to flicker and flutter to the rhythm of my heartbeat. So you can imagine the light show that starts once y/n enters my view *sigh* They think it’s, and I quote, "Adorable"...I suppose that makes it alright"

About relationship:

"Hah, You’re surprised I'm in a relationship? While It’s true that I don’t appear as the most approachable person out there, not that I mind, even I am not immune to love… While there’s no scientific proof out there that soulmates exist, against all logical sense, I’d like to believe y/n and I are."

Thoma

About y/n:

You haven't met y/n? Oh, they’re such a sweetheart! such a kind and inspirational soul. I’m sure you’ve seen them run around Inazuma City or Ritou before. They have the prettiest eyes and the most lovely smile. they run a lot of errands and help with general activities and festivals. In their free time, they usually help me out with housekeeping or acompany me to the market. You’re surprised I'm talking so lovingly of them? Well, of course, I would, they are my partner after all"

About vision:

"sigh I’ve had to switch to steel handle brooms instead of the normal wooden ones. It happened one too many times that I would be sweeping the floors and y/n would come up to me, resulting in small waves of fire to flutter around... Let’s just say, I’m glad my Lord has a hydro vision.

About meet cute!:

y/n and I both share a love for animals, I actually met them while they were nursing a bird back to its strength, the poor thing was still young and completely soaked because of the heavy thunderstorms. Word went around they were caring for it and I decided to take a look and see if they needed help, little did I know that I would be meeting the love of my life. We routinely feed the stray dogs and cats together when we’re both free:)"

Kazuha

About y/n:

" I was able to sense their presence in the wind long before I met them. A fragment of my soulmate in the form of a warm summer breeze, bearing the scent of roses and those familiar mapel leaves. As much as I wanted to follow it, I was still a wanted man after all. I couldn’t just return to Inazuma, no matter how much my heart cried for it.

At that time I started to keep a journal on what I was doing, what I was thinking of, and where in Teyvat I was whenever the wind carried them to me, So I could show it to them when we did finally meet. I never had the chance to finish that journal because our paths crossed sooner than I expected. Apparently, just as the wind carried them to me, it did the same for them. Fate has an interesting way of bringing people together. From the moment I stood face to face with them, I knew who they were and by the sparkle in their eye and the way they immediately rushed into my arms, I can guess it was the same for them. We’ve been wandering together ever since"

About vision:

"I’m well aware of how visions respond to your emotions. I don’t actively try to fight it, In a way, i think it’s quite romantic how my vision responds to seeing y/n by sending a breeze through their hair or twirling flower petals around them. They don’t seem to mind either"

About love language:

"From the moment y/n and I met, we decided to travel together. With every step we took, we got to know each other better, and with every rest under the starry night sky, our relationship grew stronger. They love nature as much as I do, and while I show my adoration for it in poems and music, they show their appreciation in colorful paintings and sketches. If we ever run out of paper on the road, I’m not against them using my arms as a canvas, the same way they allow me to ink love poems onto their skin. That way it doesn’t matter how far apart we are, we wear our love for each other on our skin

Cyno

About y/n:

"y/n? The fact that they are my partner is not something I tell many people, but since we are so close, yes, they are. They joined the forest rangers a while ago, I met them when I dropped of some books from the Akademiya Tighnari needed. And while I gave them to Tighnari, I decided it was a good time to tell my new joke…..Tighnari did not find it amusing, but y/n did. To this day, their laughs are still the sweetest melody I've heard, and I'm fortunate to hear them every day through my excellent jokes.

About vision:

"Please, don’t bring that up, I still feel bad about it. I didn’t know my vision would respond so strongly……fine, the first time y/n and I held hands, I got so...flustered I accidentally send a small shock wave where our hands intertwined. They weren’t hurt, but I still feel bad about it. It hasn’t stopped them from holding me though, I’m glad about that

About TCG:

"y/n and I are both quite the genius invokation tcg players, and the more rounds we play the more....energetic we get. Let's just say that Puspa cafe does have a noise limit....

For my birthday they got me a beautiful commissioned card with artwork of us on it. Having it around has become a good luck charm for me. I always keep it on the very top of my deck.

Thank you for reading angels!