#this took so fucking long to finish aaa

[davenporttf]

MLB Secrets: Alex

I'm going to let you in on two secrets I've been holding close my entire life: I'm gay, and I have a superpower. One of those is not that big of a deal except in a sports environment, and the other makes me sounds like I'm crazy. I don't know how to describe it, but I noticed growing up I was able to manipulate others to be a different version of themselves. All it took was wishing for it to happen in my mind and it would become their reality.

Now, I'm the first baseman for the local AAA team, the Blue Pirates. I've never used my superpower to get ahead in sports. That would be crossing a line. But I have been feeling pretty sexually repressed these days, and I think I'm overdue for some fun.

Today was a long day for the team. We lost the game in a landslide, and everyone was feeling like crap. The whole team left the locker room except for my buddy, Dylan, and I. Dylan is our center outfielder and we hang occasionally. I haven't told anyone on my team that I'm gay, and consequently I don't date really for fear of being seen. Today I could use a mood booster though.

Dylan was talking to me about his recent fishing trip when I started to wish for him to be a horny power bottom. He stopped talking suddenly as if his brain was recalculating. When he snapped out of it, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes.

"You thinking what I'm thinking big boy?" I said with a smirk.

"I'm thinking you need to pitch me your best game, sexy" he said as he turned around and brushed his ass against my throbbing 8 inch cock. I wrapped my bat against his chest and pushed him into me as I brought my lips to his.

Fuck, he tasted so good. His stubble brushed against mine and I could feel him move his ass up and down around my cock. I could spend all day teasing him but the thought of being caught was becoming too much.

"Let's take this back to my place." I suggested. His face was telling me he wanted me to fuck him here and now, but he quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'll drive sexy" he said smiling.

We made our way to his truck and I jumped in to the passenger side. It was a 10 minute drive to my place from the fields but I couldn't wait to get the party started. I looked at him and wished for him to be flooded with overactive balls and a large cock. He squirmed in pleasure as his balls dropped and his legs spread out to allow them room. I then ducked down to unbutton his baseball pants and let his now 9 inch cock out. It was go time! I took his giant cock into my mouth as he tried to maintain control of the road.

I sucked and twirled my head around his head and tasted the salty precum from his dick. His balls were working overtime and he had a constant flow of pre coming out. I bobbed up and down and sucked with the energy of a DL gay in need of a dick. Dylan moaned as he felt himself getting close. I went for the finisher and took his whole cock into my throat. "OH FUCKKKK" he screamed as his jizz erupted into my throat. I felt his cock pulsate as shot after shot of what had to be the biggest load I've ever taken shot into my mouth. I brought my head up as Dylan regained control of the truck smiling at me. "Fuck, bro. We need to get to your house quick."

We pulled into my driveway and rushed inside. Dylan walked into my room and plopped onto my bed. "Let's see what you got"

He smelled rank from the game and I took no time to dive into worshiping his body. I pressed his socks against my face and licked his feet from heel to toes. I could taste all the hours of sweat from the game we just played. I gripped the bottom of his stirrup socks with my teeth, and snapped them back against his sole. The snap made him wiggle in pleasure and anticipation. "Stop teasing me, big boy!"

I crawled forward to start kissing his inner thighs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "You have an extremely sensitive hole and cheeks." I thought, and watched as he squirmed side to side.

"Fuck, dude. I need you inside me!" Dylan said breathlessly. I unbuckled and brought his pants down to his ankles. Flipping him over, I pulled him up on all fours.

"Anything for the team" I said as I pushed my throbbing cock into his hungry hole. Dylan bursted out in a loud moan, "Oooooh Fuckk!" He was precumming in his jock as I thrusted into him. My thighs clapping against his sensitive ass was heaven for me but ecstasy for Dylan. His hole gripped on my cock bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his hips and did one last deep thrust into him. I exploded into his ass, breeding him like the bottom bitch his life had become. He could resume his normal life tomorrow, but tonight he was my boytoy.

[starrbitez]

Short fluffy one shot: sick fic

Rick is drunk and Morty has the flu. Rick has to take care of his grandson but he’s a little kinder than he wants to be.

Rick finishes his dozenth drink when Beth walks into the garage. She tells him that the rest of the family is going out for the weekend on some sort of vacation near a shitty lake, but Morty was sick and had to stay home. She knew Rick was drunk so before she left she simply rolled her eyes and mumbled an annoyed, “just make sure my son doesn’t die.” Rick was drunk as fuck, so the request had taken about ten minutes to settle into his brain. Right. His grandson was sick.

Rick stands up. His poor grandson. What? He’s so dizzy, and while trying to leave the garage he stumbles over the gap between the garage floor and the inside of the house. He growls harshly, looking at the missed step with disdain. He had to fix that. Stupid fucking step. What if Morty tripped on it? Or Beth or Summer of course. Rick rolls his eyes. He doesn't care that much.

While his mind is busy thinking about how much he doesn’t care, his body has him already heating up a can of soup in a pot, boiling water for some alien tea with virus killing bacteria, and gathering supplies like Tylenol, a cold towel, and water. Now one could say Rick could whip up a cure for this ailment in no time, but Rick would say that, a.) he was too drunk, and b.) it was better to let the virus go away itself than using a dangerous tool on his grandson. (He didn’t care that his grandson was sick, he just wanted to please his daughter by keeping her useless son alive).

Before he knows it he’s standing outside of Morty’s door with his body mod arms assisting him in holding that shit ton of stuff he was holding. He hears a heavy cough on the other side of the door, one that’s deep in your chest and hurts, one where mucus comes up in the back of your throat. Rick frowns. He hadn’t been sick in a long time, and he hated being sick. His grandson especially hated germs, and usually took showers that were nearly an hour long after every adventure. Morty must be in hell.

Rick opens the door slowly and cautiously (as much as he can in his drunken state), but instead he lets out a large belch that alerts Morty of his presence.

”H-hey-hey little-little buddy,” Rick slurs, moving to place the soup on Morty’s nightstand. The boy in the bed gives him a weird look. “W-What’re you- what’re you lookin’ at Morty?” Rick belches again.

Rick hands Morty the tea and the Tylenol, putting the glass of cold water on the nightstand too. He feels Morty’s forehead, which he approximates to be around 101 degrees fahrenheit. Poor kid. He places the cold towel on Morty’s sweating forehead with a frown. The boy is huddled up in blankets, covered up to his chin as he shivers. He’s looking at Rick with pained eyes and eye bags that neared the severity of Rick’s. The boy stared at the soup, unmoving. Morty makes a small whimpering noise.

”Ea-Eat, lil’ dude. You gotta eat.” Rick gestures to the soup, smelling it and slurring ‘mmm’ for dramatic effect, like he was talking to a picky toddler.

Morty shakes his head and holds the blankets tighter, shivering further.

”S-Sit up, Mort.” Rick commands.

Morty’s eyes widen, but he does as the man asks. Rick moves closer to his sick grandson, and he brings the fallen blankets back up around Morty, and sits on the edge of the bed next to the kid. Rick sighs as he picks up the bowl of soup, trying to exaggerate the extra work the boy was making him do, even though he was already doing him a favor. (Rick would be sitting here no matter what, he would be sober, too). Rick stirs the soup around with the spoon and looks at Morty, holding the spoon up and saying ‘aaa’. Morty’s eyebrows furrow in frustration and embarrassment, but he leans forward and takes the spoon into his mouth. Rick tries to match the angry and reluctant expression, as if both of them hated that this was the only option. there was nothing else they could possibly do so instead they glared at each other and scoffed and swayed together when Morty’s NyQuil hit in and Rick’s 13th drink punched him in the gut.

Every five minutes or so, Morty asks, “can you pass me a tissue?” And Rick, without fail, always does.

At some point, the duo starts playing Minecraft, but after thirty minutes Morty had fallen asleep on Rick’s shoulder, drool dripping from his mouth.

“Gross.” Rick pokes the boy’s cheek to see if he’ll move. He has to do more work? This kid sucks.

Rick carefully puts the laptop down on the floor, and gets himself up without waking Morty up. Gently, Rick leans Morty down to his pillow, tucking him into bed snugly. He makes sure to keep the window open for fresh air. Morty’s glass of water is full, there’s an empty bucket next to Morty’s bed in case the boy’s stomach acts up, and tissues are ready. Rick finds a random stuffed animal on the boy’s bed and tucks it into Morty’s arm. With a satisfied smile, Rick kisses Morty on the forehead, grabs the bowl of soup, and whispers,

”Goooodniiight, Morty!! Feel-Feel better lil’ buddy.”

Between the alcohol and cough syrup, both will find it hard to remember what happened last night or to figure out why they both woke up in good moods.

[r0-boat]

Corn maze

Oc Holt x Gn! reader

This took way too long to get out! Aaa

Anyway I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to see more of my OCs check either the old master lists or the OC master list

Cw: NSFW, name calling, exhibitionism, semi public sex, inappropriate boss employee relationship, dub con, mentions of breeding, biting, Gn! Reader character uses the word pussy as a derogatory term.

The golden glow of the sunset casts its orange light over the farm. The chilly autumn wind begins to set in as the last of the blue moon acres guests begin to peer out from the tall cornfield.

Acres of corn that took half the season to grow, but it was worth it for what your boss was trying to do. A little Halloween treat for the kids and a cheap tactic to get their parents' cash.

A corn maze. It sounded easy enough. Collect $5 to come in, and when they reach the end, they are awarded with a small little goodie bag. Out of all the money-making schemes that Holt has cooked up, You have to admit this is a lot better. It beats dressing up pretty for a photo shoot or, God forbid, whatever happens in spring.

But that doesn't mean you'd still cooperate. Oh no, as soon as he finished setting up the booth, you were long gone. Listening to screaming kids as they drag their parents into the tacky maze.

Where were you? Somewhere in the maze, at one of the many dead ends, sitting criss cross on the soft hay bale, glued to your phone.

Was this professional? Nah. Did you care? Nooope.

So glue to your screen trying hard to watch videos as the cell service out here was God awful You only just noticed a shadow casting over you. When you looked up your heart jumped out of your chest.

"So this is where You have been…"He says with a smile that's freaking you out. His eyes were dead from an 8-hour plus work in the hot sun. You are so stunned you stayed silent. Your eyes wide with fear as Holt just circles you. "Nice hiding spot huh? In a dead end really far from both ends of the maze…"

You put your phone up getting up from your seat "Holt I-"

"What- sorry I went off to play on my fucking phone while you work your ass off for hours?" He sneers before letting out a deep chuckle "no sweetheart. You're going to get it for skipping out on work. And you are going to give me a reward for covering your ass."

Before you could even plead He demands "turn around bend over the hay bale."

"W-what?"

"Ya heard me, bitch, I'm stressed the fuck out, and you're going to help me with it. I won't say it again. Turn around, drop those pants, and bend. Over."

A shiver runs up your spine, and you obey, messing with the buttons on your pants. They fall to the floor as you bend over the hay bale. You spread your legs apart; your boss hums at the view, his rough, calloused hands grab at your soft ass cheek as he spreads you open; he whistles, "fuck, I missed this hole."

With his two fingers, he licks and sucks, covering them in saliva before playing with your entrance.

"Mm! H-Holt-Please!" You moan, feeling his two fingers beginning to part your walls.

Holt spanks your ass with his hand callused against your soft skin; it hurts like hell. He hisses, "That's not what you call me when I'm fucking you."

"Sorry, sir." You whimper

"Yes, Good, Fuck, that honey-like voice of yours is turning me on. Feel that?" Holt purred, pressing his crotch against your ass. You could feel His bulge right up in between your cheeks. "That's what you do to me."

You can't help but buck against his hand as he slides deeper. His fingers begin to move slowly, working you more and more open.

"I want to fuck you now, but I know your little bitch pussy won't handle it." He laughs, his hand beginning to speed up. His fingers curl into that spot that makes you scream "yeah get louder! No one's here anymore babe. Get nice and loud fo' me." You feel yourself getting close until to your annoyance you whine feeling his fingers slide out.

"Quit your yapp'n I'll fill you up with somethin bigger."He growls hitting you again on the ass before messing with his belt buckle. He slides it down just enough for his cock to spring free. You arch your back feeling the tip gently press against your entrance. He smiles feeling you eagerly fuck against his hips trying to press yourself further and slide.

"I love eager little livestock like you." He growls, hand slides underneath your shirt to fondle your chest, before just ripping off your shirt entirely, So he could pinch and play with your chest whenever he wanted.

You have no idea what you do to him, Your scent alone makes him drool, He could hardly think around you. And you have no idea how much he stares at your body wanting nothing more than to slide inside you every chance he gets. He needed this! It was your fault for turning him into an animal in rut and you need to pay your dues.

Despite his big size and the tight squeeze he forces you to take it, filling you up to the hilt at least he waits before beginning to move. That was the only courtesy he gave you. Holt's hips slammed back into you. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans.

Holt would not have that! He yanks your hand away grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them to your back. as the other grabs your plush thigh holding you down for him to use you. "Don't you dare cover your mouth! Scream! No one but the cattle is here, So fucking scream!" Using both of your arms He pulls you back into him with each thrust. Holt was in complete control; you can only squirm and scream underneath him.

If only you were part of his herd, He thought. Cute little cow hybrid, obedient and desperate for his attention. He would make sure your properly cared for every day, milked and fucked. He had to admit for a human, You are quite cute. Small and plush, yet so feisty, so bity.Even now as your eyes roll back, hair messy, covered in straw and your own drool, naked and exposed for only him to see is he was fully clothed breeding you like the sow you are. Not so disobedient now when you're filled with cock.

The scent of you, him and sex. Even if they were hidden in a corn maze. The other hybrids on the farm no doubt know what's happening. As they should. They need to know that you're his.

He will mark you inside and out with his scent.

You hate your boss, You hate that he uses you like some toy, And you hate how good his dick feels, huge, thick and veiny sliding against every spot, You love when it throbs inside of you.

"Sir! Sir I'm so close!" fuck he just loves when you call him that. "Good little cow I'll fill you up so good!" His pace speeds up chasing his orgasm wanting desperately to cum with you to feel you squeeze and milk his cock as he squirts deep inside you. His hands now pinning you down to the hay bale feeling his teeth grays against the back of your neck as he threatens to bite down.

You feel a sharp pain as you feel him fill you. The pain from his fangs breaking your skin mixing in with pleasure of his dick pumping in and out of you with each grind of his hips making you cum. You thought he was going to pull out and leave you but to your surprise, He flips you into your back, Your eyes meeting his wild eyes and wicked smile as he started moving lifting your legs over his shoulders.

"I'm not done! You are going to be a good fleshlight and take it"

[mysticmiav]

Alrighttt am close to finishing Pride & Prejudice, about 60ish pages left (am a slow reader okay and I got distracted with Manacled while reading)

Some more thoughts and a lot of yapping (and spoilers? I guess?) I've had in during my recent reads:

First of all, having watched the P&P 2005 movie first and then starting to read the book, I can't help but keep going "Oh this is different!" At some parts akdksk

I love love love the small hints in the book of Mr Darcy liking Elizabeth more and more that is visible in the book. Imma have to rewatch the movie to see how (if) they did that there, but I don't remember noticing it as visibly. In the movie, it felt a bit of a "ah so that's a thing now" while in the book, I noticed some more emphasis/mention of Darcy noticing her more and more, conversing with her, wanting to talk with her and meet her.

I died at the Rosings part when she told him of her daily walk route, assuming he'd want to avoid seeing her, but my man probably went "sweet!" And just came to see her ever since (not to mention, he might've assumed her telling him of her route was a subtle way of inviting him to come see her? Idk my man was down bad he probably took that bit of info and ran with it akfkskkw)

The little things like him moving his chair closer to her- I pretty much died.

Him wondering at whether she'd mind living at a long distance from her family- my man was practically already wondering at if they were wed, meanwhile Elizabeth is confused why he's talking to her akfkskfk

It just feels much more ahh developed? Or hinted at enough to make his feelings to her not come out of nowhere lol

And of course lets talk about the confession scene!! I combusted

I admit that I loved how they did it in the movie; I LOVED the setting (that location and that weather!! Ugh!) and the energy and the tension. Loved every bit. Not to mention how much I liked the actors and how they played the characters!

And yet, I absoloutly went nuts over how Austen did it in the book!! The tension and anger and energy all there, but it just felt more raw and visceral?? Idk how to put it. I just died and came back and died again reading and rereading that scene omg

It's getting to see the narrator mention Darcy taking her silence or lack of negative reply as encouragement to continue with his confession.

It's the earlier back and forths and their witty exchanges, which resulted in him believing them to be on the same page. Hence, the conversation about living at a far distance from her family, I take it he assumed she noticed his intention and he thought he was being rather too direct, which is why his mood changed and he pulled his chair back when he caught himself.

But ironically enough, him thinking they were on the same page and that he was being transparent with her, that she was able to see through him, all just goes to show on how different of a page they were.

It's honestly brilliant.

And that just makes the confession scene work so much better, at least for me.

Getting such a clear view of how he must have feelings for her, and how clear he thought he has been about them, and how he thinks she picked up on it, makes his confession and the tension of that scene work so well, because he really thought they were on the same page. He really expected it to go one way because of those assumptions he'd had.

And then it went so differently, and so horribly at that, that I can't help but claw at my wall aaaaaa it's so good

No wonder he got pale with rage lmao

Ohoh and when Elizabeth went "You are mistaken, Mr Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your decleration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner." And saw him start at this I DIED she went for the throat and honestly fuck yeah he needed that slap off the high horse

Even as am writing this I reread the scene for what could only be the tenth time already it's just so good aaaahhhh

(Also, I definitely understand that they probably changed the scene a bit in the movie for the sake of making it look more intresting, at least location wise; the outdoor setting and the spot it all takes place in is definitely a more visually intresting scenery to look at than a closed indoor room, and I think it does make the change of the scene work well in the movie! I still love the book version more but I totally see why and love the change was made in the movie adaptation)

Okay another point about the confession scene is how much I loved the irony in Darcy saying it must be because of how he worded his confession, in a way that slighted Elizabeth's pride because of how he mentioned her relations, that she's rejecting him, and yet he had framed his whole declaration on how it was against his better judgement that he came to like her, how he pointed it out the inferiority of her comings and family (and thereby, painting himself superior). That he's pointing out he must've hurt her pride when his whole talk stemmed from his own pride is such irony I love it

And bruh homeboi really expected her to go "whoa am so thankful you came to love me still!" ???? My man really thought she'd be flustered at him insulting her family and telling her he loves her in the same breath and he still had the audacity to pickachu-surprise-face at her own anger at his words akfksd

Okay enough of that scene, I still have a few kore things to talk about akfkjw

Next up is just how much Letters play a role in the story and even in the characters. Idk this is just a brainvomit of some of the notes I'd taken while reading, but the jest of it is the recurrence of characters sending letters as a narrative tool and, oftentimes, a way to paint certain aspects of the characters.

Elizabeth and Jane, while away from each other, both exhange letters regularly, and their correspondence is neat? I think is the word; they take the time to sit down and write to each other. When they recieve a letter, they also take the time to sit down and read it. Like when Elizabeth receives Jane's letter with the news of Lydia and Wickham, just as she and her uncle and aunt were about to leave to go on a walk, it is mentioned that instead her uncle and aunt set off to let her enjoy the letter at her own time. Just the use of the word enjoy speaks volumes to me at how Elizabeth regards these correspondences; a genuine sort of happiness and joy, and hence she likes to take the proper time to read them, and also the time to write them.

So when it says that Jane's first letter got missent somewhere due to her writing the adress remarkably ill, it's hard not to feel a shift or to know something bad must've happened. Because with how much care she usually puts into her letters, something must've caused her haste in writing the adress of that letter, so badly it was sent elswhere.

This broke a formula we kinda grew used to in those correspondences between Elizabeth and Jane, and managed to set a feeling of dread by simply taking something of that status quo and changing it. I just love it so much ugh

Darcy's letter(s) I feel like fall under a similar light; he obviously put a lot of care and time and thought into them. Gave them the time and length needed, given the importance of the content. They were very thorough and expansive, and touched on the important topics and discussed them sufficiently (lmao I feel like am giving him a critique analysis).

It shows enough of his character methinks.

Mr Collins letters, much like he himself is in person, often focus on the flattery. Of others (especially Lady Catherine) and of himself (cuz ironically, by how often he breaks his back complimenting others, he always traces it back to himself, to how he thinks of it, to how grateful he is of it, to how deserving he thinks it is, to how thoughtful he is with it). In person, it was hard to miss how much he cared for the rooms and their furniture and interior, and I chugged it to it symbolising how shallow he is and how much he cares about appearances, whether in the literal sense of the word or more like the esteem and regard others have of him. In his letters, he focuses so much on appearing thoughtful and grateful and thankful and concerned where needed, in a way you feel he's simply doing it in a "but no one could dislike me! I've been nothing but nice and thoughtful etc" way, you feel? Again, by focusing so much on such pleasantries, he seems only focused on coming across positively.

Also, all in all, he's the epitome of "talks a lot but says very little."

Lydia's letters are more or less hasty and careless; it's obvious she doesn't set aside any special time to write them (like her letters to her mom while she was away at Brighton including things like "oh Mrs Froster is calling me so I must haste" or something along the lines) and, much like her own conversations and interests, seem scattered and childish (which, yeah, she is a child. But you get the idea. She comes across as silly, wild and reckless, while also being somewhat shallow)

I just think it's a very neat way to show the personalities of the characters further using the letters as a tool.

Ahhh I think that's mostly it for now!! So many thoughts cuz am loving every bit of this akfksk

[kitshuwun]

Pain and suffering

TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG DUDE. Rather do cc12 again than this shit. Took me 5(?) attempts to complete. Almost finish on the second last attempt only to get fucked bcs of a leak. So I spend a good whole 7 min to try to kill ome of the robots only to fucking die...aaa not recommended/10

[dangermousie]

He is a great son to his mom!

Also, I loved his meeting Fatos’ daughter.

His crashing the wedding is suicidally brave but also too late, they already said their vows. (Because nasty cops didn’t let Sibel know Ramo was free because they knew she is cooperating for his freedom and so’d refuse to marry Taner to help infiltrate if Ramo’s freedom was achieved. I hope they get fucking shot.)

And I think this is when he finally fully believes she betrayed him and did not love him - the fact that it took this, that her perjury and divorce weren’t enough! AAA!

After finishing the first ep of the second season, you can see the stitches and scars from them having to wrench the story into a new direction due to covid shutdown giving them an insane 6 month hiatus during which a lot of their cast left - it is clear the original intention was to deal with Suleiman and co in Adana for a long while and those are very different dynamics that Istanbul and Cihangir, and to develop Fatos-Neco-Boz thing and address Fidan/Yavuz thing differently, and deal with Halef story etc etc and they had to scotch all that. I miss what could have been because emotional stakes would be different (Cihangir is someone Sibel and Ramo can hate without complexity; Suleiman, however horrid, was Sibel’s grandfather and Neco was a wildcard who would also emotionally entangle Sibel.) I also prefer the gritty “small” slum vibe of first season - it’s a lot rougher than the polished, fancier Istanbul mob (one of the things I loved about Cukur was that rough homespun feel, if it makes any sense, a lot closer to poverty and every day edges.) But hey, they couldn’t help the pandemic, and the beating heart of the narrative - the mob fights and Ramo’s quest and Ramo x Sibel’s impossible love are still there, so I will take what I can get. I prefer first season in terms of secondaries and vibe but this ain’t bad.

[maiverie]

MAI MAI MAI MAI MAI I JUST FINISHED READING CHAP ONE AND OMG.

BRO I LOVE IT SM LIKE I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN ??? heeseung is hot. ur hot. ur writing is hot. voila.

BRO IT WAS SO GOOD YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IT TOOK A WHILE TO COME BUT THE WAIT WAS SO WORTH IT !!! if y/n doesn't bite him, i will.

also fuck that other girlie, imma spike her drink too, then we'll see who gets the last laugh

CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAP TWO, I JUST KNOW IT'S GONNA BE AMAZING

ily <3 ( and heeseung )

⁉️⁉️ NAUR MIYU WTH 😭😭😭 U RLLY DIDNT HAVE TO READ BBB AAA BUT PLS TYSM FOR UR TIME ☹️💖💞💓 APPRECIATE U ALWAYS 🥹💞

but AAA I HOPE IT WAS OKAY 😭 literally took me so long bc i kept writing and rewriting it and in the end idk if i’m like fuuullly happy w it but honestly bro i’m tired 😭💀😭

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

10.6 23 Friday

12:20 am

I just feel bad coz my introduction with Coach Melai in the classroom of Minnesota then went to Montana weren't easy... She didn't spoon feed us and I had anxiety about it coz I graduated from De La Salle where everything is "spoon-feeding" coz we paid on a higher amount compared to other universities...

Coach Melai is a Coach Melai... I had a hard time on our "Employee Portal" we had trainings there the first 6 modules that you have to finish for one day actually coz we took it half a day per 3 modules...

1.OSH; 2. Understanding Occupational Safety and Health; 3. Knowing Safety Hazard and Control ( Good Housekeeping ); 4. HIRARC MODULE; 5. Workplace Emergency Preparedness; 6. Administrative OSH Requirements.

I read that thoroughly and I passed the exams coz it is the first major points of getting in. Then, I realized we have a long and winding road of many pages of C2 documents of t-mobile.

C2-means control and command. Basically on computers. ( unzipped by Coach Gian )

It gave me an anxiety but I have to do it for the money....But in the middle we do have "pride and dignity"...

More on t-mobile...

What is triple AAA?

On getting the credit card #, how to do it?

2:08 am

I still have windblow... My right leg is cramping... I need sex and I can't get a bf with sanity... I feel bitter, I want a bf who can help and assisit me on my health and on money matters for now...

They are kids there in Iqor... Better that I leave them angels...

I need to open my pelvic,angels... My pelvic or S-bones are aching angels...

Pregnant woman needs to have sex,still....For the opening of their muscles and to prepare on giving birth...

2:24 am

I wanna stab a person on the chest and stomach... I feel that way whenever I feel this pain....I can't get sex for 16 years! I'm human being... I have needs angels, I can't find the right person that has a full maturity and sanity and intellectual mind.

This is about SEX! I wanna kill angels... I see blood in my eyes,whenever my right leg is on cramps... My pelvic or S-bones are in pain,that is weird to explain.

I feel bitter!!! I feel grr... I wanna kill... I feel ugly,fat and wrinkled!!!

2:34 am

SEXUAL HUNGRY-- Feeling of sexual hunger is natural, and annoying.It is when you have strongly sexual desire most specially on someone or situation on having someone.

This causes distress and problems for your health, job, relationships or other parts of your life. (google )

They are plastics,they fucked each other there... They just gave me this frustration and feeling of ugly,fat,and wrinkled! The people in Iqor, including Miles / dread-locks guy. HOW CAN THAT SOMEONE BE INSENSITIVE?

But how can I check if they are clean or having std's?

Most specially the HIV... It is so fucking crazy to have this sexual hunger angels... Plus, my leg cramps and S-bones pain!

10:54 am

Done,watching "Jill Dando" the BBC Journalist and the Princess Diana of Journalist. She said to be a good journalist is to go people's under skin but she also said that I have no skeleton in my cupboard. Who killed Jill Dando???

I still have windblow and yeah! Hating the thought that I was just with some bunches of kids in Iqor.

I had a talked with bro. RODEL on something... Something private.

Will tell more about Ramil.... The kid guy!

12noon

I still have windblow... I feel bitter...

I wanna leave the hometown coz there is no good thing for me here... I lost my 16 years and I feel old,ugly and wrinkled just for nothing...

I feel irritated on Iqor for not treating me as their sister, they hide their bat nature on me....

Kid like Ramil is a weird kid... One time while going home with Mia and Lexa.... Ramil suddenly commented on me that Ate Peachy,mirror yourself on the black screen of cellphone. I was shocked and I said huh? Why, will I do that? And how can I see myself on a black screen on the cellphone? Then, Ramil said it is just a joke Ate Peachy. BUT I'M DOUBTING ON RAMIL, THERE IS A NEGATIVE MEANING...

1:39 pm

Watching Tagalog news about a student slapped by a teacher and suddenly died...

I said slapping is an aristocrat way of showing your anger but not a deadly slap! A slap with control... Slap on the cheek fats not even on the nose, not even on ears and eyes.

1:47 pm

1:59 pm

2:10 pm

2:13 pm

2:36 pm

2:47 pm

I feel so frustrated and bitter... It is more than a decade of 34 and 35? It is totally unfair.

I feel bitter angels... I lost the battle again and again... I wanna leave the hometown... If it is me ,it is me... If it's not me then leave me alone... I feel bitter...

3:15 pm

I still have windblow... I just need angels to back me up... I'm confuse... I feel bitter for 16 years! I'm always defeated for 16 years!

3:49 pm

I wanna do my make-over and go somewhere far from here angels...

I feel like getting a boobs and my botox... I feel confuse... I always lost my battle...

I needs lots of money... I feel bitter... My emotion is up and down...

4:07 pm

I feel bad someone is pulling me down... I can sense it... A person I met 16 years ago, he wanted to prove that he is better than me... I can feel his presence.

My ego is dropped by Miles/ dread-locks guy, I feel madness within me. HE KISSED ME AND THAT'S IT!!! HE DID IT... Hi did kiss me angels, almost his tongue inside my mouth and he pushed me down this way!!!

Thinking of money, still but calming my inner-self...

My voice is not yet returning to its original tone...

16 years I'm always defeated... Someone is pulling me down...

7:31 pm

Finally, I paid my Tala creditz from my MAYA!

Have no money now, angels...I need to work but I need some rest, few weeks more...

8:40 pm

Doc Ibias said that I should work... Another med cert.

I have no money now angels... I need money...

8:50 pm

Probably Miles/ dread-locks got a streptococcus on his mouth... I feel bitter but I have to work,angels...

I sent this to Coach Melai these new med cert. I need a back-up again angels...

10:13 pm

My leche flan... Will try to do on air fryer, I hope it is ohkay like the steaming system.

Muscovado is the best sugar for doing leche flan.

Other is on steam system.

11:29 pm

Here is the thing... Someone took my recipe's book... I'm thinking now if there is evaporated milk? But on youtube a lot these days they both have evaporated and condensed milk.

Since, I put evaporated milk today, I wonder if it will be a solid or a jelly kind or cake kind when it is cooked...

I mixed the entire can of alaska evaporated and condensed the small size... Hmm... WHAT WILL HAPPEN?

To be continued...

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

Incoming rant:

I have seen this fucking trend of gamerbros bitching about game length. I mean, we all know they're talking about their dicks, but hey, we'll take it at face value. They're now bitching that some games are too short.

Hilariously, not 10 years ago people were bitching games were too long. Funny.

Look, if a game costs $20 - $25 dollars, and I get at least a movie's worth of hours out of it, then I feel like I got my money's worth.

Small studios produce some amazing fucking games, and sometimes the stories don't need 80 hours to tell. There are any number of ways to find out how long a game is. FUCKING LOOK IT UP BEFORE YOU BUY, YA DICKS.

Gods, gamerbros always look for something to bitch about, and I have yet to figure out how they still think they have power. What kills me even more is these are the same fuckers who like to pull the victim card like "I was bullied in school, so now I will act like a serial killer and dox you which gives me the power now!" This is not fucking Grayskull, and you aren't He-Man, and frankly, he would be disappointed in your incel ass anyway.

ANYWAY

We live in the age of fucking information and there is zero reason to bitch when you can look it up!

Gasp! Shock!

And, guess what? Sometimes, you can get a game like Hades that's only $25 and get a shitload of hours out of it because for every death you get another part of the story. And, there is more than one story to tell on top of that!

Look, I played three games this week. Two took me about 3 hours each. One took me about 7. And, each were $20. And, you know what? They were gorgeous, fun, and at least one made me cry because it was so fucking touching. (The Spirit and the Mouse, y'all. Y'ALL!)

I saw one of my favorite youtubers talking about this dickhole who was giving a game shit for being too short. It's $20. My dude, if you enjoyed it and would play it again just for the joy of playing it. If you got the cost of a movie ticket with snacks worth, YOU GOT YOUR MONEY'S WORTH.

Look, I love me some long ass games. I loooooove my RPGs, my story rich adventures, my sandboxes. I'll paid $60 no problem for Falloout 4, Witcher 3, Skyrim, Elden Ring, etc.! (Fuck that $70 bullshit. I refuse to pay $70 for AAA games because they are only trying to charge that because they can. They literally are not paying the people who make those games more. They are only paying CEOs more. I'll steal a fucking game before I pay $70 to a fucking AAA studio.) But, sometimes, sometimes, those little bite-sized games are just what you need at that moment.

I've played some small studio $20 games that take HOURS to complete. (Fucking hell, Stardew Valley, Dinkum, and Vampire Survivors are all made by ONE PERSON EACH, have ridiculous amounts of hours, and are stupid cheap for the gameplay.) I've also played some of the same price I finished in like 4 hours. Now, I've played games that are like an hour, and those...I wouldn't pay $20 for. That seems a little much to ask, but frankly, the ones that I can finish in that short a time are usually free or like $5. Fuck, I spend more than that at a fast food joint just because I don't wanna cook.

If you're buying from a small studio, don't bitch about the cost. I can't count the times I've read "why is it small studios can make twice the quality for half the cost?" That's because they aren't paying fucking CEOs and shareholders. Those small studios and solo devs are literally charging what it takes for them to pay to live while they make the games and recoup overhead like the equipment to make said games you love upon. Because, guess what, dear assholes who bitch, PEOPLE'S TIME ARE AN ACTUAL COMMODITY. Artists deserve to be paid for their time. Games are art.

Not to say I'm against being concerned about the amount of hours you get out of a game. Shit, sometimes, you have a little extra money, and want a nice game for a distraction from all the horrible shit going on in the world, and sometimes you want more than a couple of hours. You can go to howlongtobeat.com. That gives you a pretty good idea. But, it's not the end all be all, because, like, I'm slow when I play because I like to take my time or I might play while I'm doing other things because ADHD. It's all depending on your personal gameplay style. So, be sure to check what actual players are saying. (One dick on the game forum was like "Lost in Play is only like 1.5 hours and they charged $20?!" Um...yo, asshole, for a normal player it's more like 5 hours. So, fuck you.)

So, yeah, $20 is not too much to pay for a game that is complete, fun, scratches your particular gaming itch, and possibly has more emotion and style than any AAA company could produce.

And, hey, if you have a PC, Steam has massive sales, the biggest being Summer and Winter. Those $20 games that can give you hours of joy can be as cheap as $5. So, honestly, stop bitching.

Fucking gamerbros. I hates them, my precious.

[inu-jiru]

The Tiger And The Zebra

Chapter Two - Passing The Time

If there was anything positive I could say about the Gem Rebellion, it was that it forced Gemkind to vastly improve its ships and weaponry. I had less than pleasant memories of the days of Era 1, and the decades-long journey it took to reach Earth during the war. Now, thanks to warp speed technology, we’d arrive in less than a lunar cycle. For that amount of time, I’d need to find a way to occupy myself. If only past me had had the foresight to store a few books in her gem...

The first few Homeworld rotations were uneventful. When I wasn’t sifting through the ship’s archives for an interesting report to read, I patrolled the halls of the warship, hoping to White Diamond that those disgustingly bright yellows and greens wouldn’t blind me. One three areas of the ship were of interest: the bridge, the prisoner’s dock, and the training bay. 

I visited the prisoner’s dock the least. The Lazuli had been moved there since the interrogation. Once we returned to Homeworld, her final punishment would be decided by her own court. Personally, I thought it was a waste of time. A traitor like her only had one use: to be harvested. Still, she was the ship's prisoner for the time being, and prisoners needed to be checked in on. The prison bay contained three long hallways lined with prison cells. When in use, the a would have a forcefield that would destabilize the physical form of a Gem. Normally, this made it so that a prisoner could be left alone, but there was always that one desperate Gem who'd attempt to escape, usually dissipating their forms in the process. The Lapis Lazuli, fortunately, showed no signs of such foolishness. At least she had that going for her.

"Mmph," I'd often grunt in disgust, eying the terraformer as I passed her cell. She would only press herself deeper into the corner, burying her head in her arms and knees. She resembled one of those small, crawling Earth creatures: small, pathetic, and begging to be crushed under my foot. 

The bridge was next, though my visits were very brief. The Peridot piloted from there and never seemed to stray from that area. How dull. The Peridot herself was very professional, always saluting to me and treating me with the utmost respect. Without Jasper around, she wasn’t nearly as snippy as I thought she’d be. She was growing on me.

“Tell me.” I decided to strike up a conversation during my most recent visit. I stood beside the technician, gazing out into the starry void that was space. “I’m quite curious. How exactly did you cross paths with the traitors?”

“Well, as I said before, I was assigned to monitor the incubation of the Cluster,” she explained. “A geo-weapon, one that would destroy the Earth from the inside out.” I felt my brow raise in interest. I’d overheard the Cluster’s name from Peridots in White Diamond’s court, though I’d never looked into it. How fascinating, and how clever of the Diamonds to turn something as messy as the Rebellion around in their favor. Oh, if only I hadn’t needed to bring Rose Quartz to Homeworld; I would’ve loved to imagine the look on her face when her precious Earth suddenly crumbled away beneath her feet. Oh, well.

“As for the Crystal--I mean, traitors...” I smirked at my own reflection in the glass. She remembered my anger at the Lazuli when she used that juvenile name. How cute. “I was just starting to remotely reactivate the Prime Kindergarten's control room, when they showed up: three gems and a...a Steven.”

...A what?

“Pardon?” I asked.

“That’s what it called itself.” 

“How odd…” I paused for a moment. “No Rose Quartz?”

“Just her lackeys, I’m afraid,” the Peridot admitted. “They destroyed the power supply and disrupted my connection. I made the request for an escort immediately after.”

“Well, Rose Quartz and the fools who follow her will be dealt with in due time, Peridot,” I said. I stood up straight, hands behind my back as a surge of confidence flowed through my physical form. “Her Clarity has complete and total confidence in us. I’ll personally see to it that they’re all shattered, even if I have to testify and each and every one of their trials.”

“I appreciate that, ma’am,” said Peridot. Despite her monotonous voice, I could hear some genuine gratitude. I flashed her a quick smile before making my leave, calling back over my shoulder:

“As you were.”

Finally, there was the training bay, where I spent a good chunk of time, for obvious reasons. Jasper was very much like Peridot in that I never caught her in any other part of the ship. No, Jasper preferred to spend every waking moment training. Even when I was nowhere near the training bay, I could swear I could hear her roars echoing in the distance. I was intrigued, yet also wary. Gems might not have needed sleep, but enough physical exertion was enough to dissipate any Gem’s form. Either Jasper wasn’t aware of this, or she simply didn’t care.

Each visit, I would quietly take my place near the wall, observing Jasper’s progress with an expressionless mask. Her favorite piece of equipment seemed to be the punching bag, and she was relentless with it. First, she’d assault it with a flurry of punches and kicks, barely giving it a chance to swing back to her before she attacked again. Then, equipped with her helmet, she’d tuck herself into that signature spinning attack (a “Spin-Dash, as I’ve heard some call it) and deliver blow after blow. It was nothing short of genius engineering that the punching bag hadn’t been torn to pieces. Once Jasper was satisfied, she’d stand up right, hands on her hips, head held high, her chest heaving, her toned muscles drenched with sweat…

Oh, dear. One of these rotations, she was going to catch me staring. 

“Have you heard much about the Cluster?” I dared to break the silence. This was shortly after my talk with Peridot. Jasper paused in mid-swing, the punching bag getting a brief reprieve from its beating. She looked towards me, clearly caught off-guard. She recovered quickly.

“The pipsqueak mentioned it,” Jasper replied, a growl in her voice as she referred to Peridot. “I didn’t ask for details, mostly because I don’t really care. Rose is my top priority.”

“That’s fair,” I said. “I just thought it might be of interest to you, considering...well, you know.” Jasper frowned. She then struck the punching bag with her fist, a noticeably half-hearted strike.

“Well, that isn’t a bad memory at all,” she grumbled. Sarcasm dripped from her words. 

“...” I should’ve realized how sensitive of a topic that must’ve been. I mentally cursed my own foolishness. I, of all the Gems on this ship, should’ve known better. “My apologies. I just assumed that it wouldn’t be nearly as painful to talk about after 6000 years.”

“As if that,” Jasper gave another punch, a slightly stronger one. “...makes it better.” I let out an annoyed huff.

“My judgement was faulty,” I admitted. “I get that. That’s why I’m apologizing. It’s not that hard to understand, is it?”

“Of course it’s not.” This time, it was a kick. “I’m a Quartz, not a Ruby.”

“Alright, alright,” I began, sighing. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry, really. I promise I meant no offense.”

“Hmph,” Jasper snorted. She lowered her fists, bringing the punching bag to a halt with her hand. I could see her glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. “I guess I accept your apology.” I didn’t realize it until that moment, but I’d been holding my breath. 

“Well, if you guess,” I said, attempting to mimic Jasper’s tone. I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. “You know, another Agate might call you insubordinate for that kind of talk.”

“Oh?” Jasper now turned to me, a brow raised and a hand on her hip. “And not you, eh?”

“Not at the moment, no. Though I would advise you not to try my patience.” The Quartz only stared at me for a moment, before shrugging.

“Alright, sure.”

“Is something bothering you?” I asked curiously. I walked a bit closer as Jasper looked at me, confused. “You seem...upset by something.”

“Wha…? I--” Her eyes darted off to the side. “N-No. No, ma’am. Why would I be upset?”

“That’s why I’m asking,” I explained. I stopped in front of her. It was by now that I realized that she was a bit taller than I was, and I had to look up at her if I wanted to look her in the face. “Going to Earth after all of that happened...I admit, I’m not too thrilled about returning myself. It’s not just you, you know.”

“I’m fine,” Jasper said hotly. She looked down at me and I could see a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “Why are you acting so...concerned? Agates don’t do that.”

“Well, I do,” I shot back. “I look out for my Quartzes. And until we return from this mission, you are my Quartz, Jasper.” I saw her stiffen. Her blush deepened, and her eyes widened as if she’d just emerged from her Kindergarten. Stars...How could someone gemetically designed to be a brute be so cute? “Am I a bit lenient for an Agate? Perhaps. It depends on the Gem, really. I just believe that a Quartz is at her best when she is physically, mentally and emotionally sound. Now…”

I brought out my arms from my sleeves, pushing them up and out of the way. Jasper’s eyes followed the movements of my hands. I grinned.

“As skilled as you are, Jasper,” I started. “Watching one Quartz smack a punching bag around is painfully dull. Perhaps you’d do better with a sparring partner?”

“You?” The soldier met my eyes again. 

“No, the Lazuli,” I scoffed. “Of course, me. Are you interested?”

Jasper didn’t respond at first, instead, resting a hand on her chin in thought. It didn’t take her long to come to a decision, and soon, she smirked.

“You know what? Sure, why not. Heheh, this should be fun.”

“Oho,” I cooed. I felt excitement rush through me. Battling the Ultimate Quartz? When would I ever get another chance to do this? I held out my hand, summoning my crook, slowly as not to startle my new training partner. “I hope you don’t expect victory to come easily. I’d like to be something of a challenge for you.”

“Good.” I heard a purr edge into Jasper’s already rumbly voice, as if it wasn’t already sending delightful vibrations into my gem. She summoned her crash helmet, grinning in anticipation. “I wouldn’t accept anything less.”

I was prepared to make some sort of witty reply, or, at the very least, put some distance between myself and Jasper. I hadn’t taken into account Jasper’s enthusiasm, however. She’d barely finished her sentence when she suddenly charged at me, aiming a punch at what was probably going to be my face if I didn’t move. With only milliseconds to react, I dove to the side, feeling her fist brushing against my hair. She wasted no time, swinging again. I dove back, narrowly avoiding a blow to my stomach. An unexpected twinge of fear pulsated through me as I now found myself dodging an onslaught of punches, all while Jasper laughed.

“What’s the matter?” she demanded. Her smile indicated that she was enjoying this a bit too much. “I thought you were gonna give me a challenge!”

With a shout, I launched myself backwards, landing far out of Jasper’s range. It did nothing to deter her, and Jasper rushed to close the distance between us. Now that I was expecting her, though, I was ready for a counterattack. With a tight grip of my crook, I dashed towards her, swinging the hooked end and catching her by the neck.

“Uh…?” she muttered, but it was all she had time to say before I tugged my crook and dragged her along. I grunted; her body might’ve been made of light, but it felt like pulling solid rock. She dug her heels into the ground, which definitely didn’t help. With effort, I spun her in a circle and flung her back in the direction she came from. Before she could land flat on her face, she pulled herself into a Spin-Dash and spun around, aiming at me again. She was relentless, and I didn’t have time to marvel. 

I took a deep breath, feeling energy coursing through me. It traveled to my crook and charged it to the point where white bolts of energy spiraled around its length. With both hands, I brought up my crook and slammed its base on the ground. The electricity now traveled towards the Spin-Dash, meeting it and giving Jasper a mighty zap.

“Grah!” I heard her cry out. I gritted my teeth, feeling some guilt. I hadn’t wanted to hurt but, but it seemed like she wanted a genuine fight. Jasper broke from her Spin-Dash and was on her feet again. Smoke rose from her body and I noticed her stagger. 

“Oh, stars…!” I shouted in alarm. Without thinking, I started towards her.

“Heheheh...” the Quartz suddenly chuckled. froze, staring at Jasper with wide eyes. She looked back at me, panting hard, yet still smiling smugly. “I was starting to think you were rusty or something. Guess not.” My face grew hot. No Quartz had ever given me this much trouble. 

“I wasn’t ready,” I said irritably. My infatuation with the warrior Gem was forgotten. She made a fool out of me. At least no one else had been here to see it. “I thought we’d have a countdown or start on “Go” or...something other than that.”

“There’s no countdowns in a real fight,” said Jasper with a chuckle. “Your enemy’s not gonna wait for you to be ready. You know that, right?”

“This isn’t a real fight,” I sighed. “At least, I hadn’t planned on it being a real fight. And I’m not your enemy. We could’ve hurt each other.”

“Like I said. Holding back isn’t my style. Besides, you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that to hurt me. But if you can’t handle it, I can just go back to using—“

“I can handle anything you throw at me,” I interrupted. I angrily pointed my crook at her. “And you need to be careful with how you talk to me. I’m still your superior, both in rank and in court. Am I understood?”

“...” Jasper’s smile fell. A long and uncomfortable silence lingered between us. In that time, I began feeling guilty. It was the one instance where I didn’t feel pleasure from asserting my authority. I wasn’t sure if she’d been enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying hers, but we had been getting along. My anger subsided quickly, and with a sigh, I allowed my crook to vanish in a flash of light.

“I…” I heard Jasper say. She was quiet. Unnaturally quiet. Hands at her sides, crash helmet disappearing, and eyes shut, she stood at attention before me. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

Her voice sounded strained. I couldn’t imagine apologizing was something she did very often. Still, I appreciated it.

“You’re forgiven,” I replied, giving her a polite smile. “At ease, soldier. She opened her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, but her body still seemed rigid and stiff. It was finally sinking in that this Jasper was the most battle-driven Quartz I’d ever met. 

“You know…” I started. “You’ve been training non-stop for a while now. Perhaps you should take a break? You could sit in the Extraction Chamber for a bit.”

“A “break”...?” Jasper echoed, looking confused. I blinked. Did she really not know what a break was? How had she not shattered herself from overexertion?

Without another word, I walked to Jasper, took a hold of her shoulder, and began walking with her to the ship’s Extraction Room.

“Do I really have to do this…?” she pouted. “I’m fine; I don’t need a “break”.”

“Well I think you do,” I responded playfully. “Let’s say...an hour?”

“But—“

“Two hours, if you start.”

“Mmph…”

“Very good,” I chuckled, patting her shoulder gently. I’d sit with her, just to make sure she didn’t try sneaking off. Besides, I wanted to see how much she glowed after her impurities were steamed away. Maybe I could convince her to change out of her usual attire. Something more...revealing. I felt hot under my robe just thinking about it. Oh...this was going to be interesting.

[purplepakwan]

This scene broke into my house and punched me in the face

[ma3mae]

Chapter 4: Strange Beginnings

Author's note: AAAAGHH im BACK

so sorry for the long wait!! I often caught colds and i still have one and also had to do too much shit for my apprenticeship but AAA i finally did it 💕💕💕💕 i wanted to take it a bit slower with this fic and this chapter was like an opportunity for the both of them to finally meet each other properly. The ending got kinda rushed because i really wanted to finish this chapter tonight and im literally about to fall asleep 🥲 so hope you had fun and see you next time 💕💕♥️

Summary: Vi decided to accept your offer which leads to a lot of awkward interactions but hey the pizza gets eaten 👀

Warning: a lot of second hand embarassement?? and some swearing and more awkwardness. Have i told u how awkward it is?

Word count: idk like 5k something 🥲

Masterlist

Vi couldn't believe herself.

"What am I doing?" she mumbled under her breath. Her eyes were cast down onto the cold key in her palm.

Her hands were shaking due to the cold to a point where even she couldn't supress it.

Your hoodie and scarf were drapped over her shoulder. At the end, Vi couldn't bring herself to put it on.

She knew that you never had any bad intentions but a part of her wasn't able to just...

Trust this whole thing.

A stranger showing her such kindness was something she could never dream of experiencing in the Undercity.

The only act of kindness from a stranger she normally got is being able to live for another day if she did come across someone unknown.

And most importantly, you somehow knew her name.

That fact alone just screamed suspicious in her eyes.

Yet here she was.

Standing infront of the building's door.

The very building your apartment was in.

Vi didn't know for how long she had been outside but she definitely knew that she had to get inside sooner or later.

Her entire body was tensed up and slowly but surely she could feel the pain seeping into her body as the night grew colder.

Taking a deep breath, she took your key in her hand and began to raise it towards the lock.

"What the fuck?" she frowned at her hand, which couldn't stop shaking.

Was it due to the cold or the wrecking nerves, that kept thumping throughout her body?

Deep down she knew the reason for it but decided to shake it off and finally unlock this door because frankly, her body was hurting.

Not to mention that the exhaustion and hunger was starting to kick in really hard.

After a few times of trying and cursing under her breath, she finally managed to put in the right key into the lock.

Breathing in relief, she braced herself mentally and slowly twisted the key.

The slight creaking of the door echoed off the walls of the hallway, making her wince at that.

She really didn't expect it to be louder as she wanted it to be.

As quietly as possible, she made her way into the hallway while shutting the door behind her. Wincing at the shutting sound, she began to stealthily sneak into the building. Yet it proved to be a bit of a struggle due to her shivering body but she did somehow manage to make her way to your door.

Click

"WHAT THE-"

She quickly shut up as she got startled and nearly blinded by the sudden bright hallway lights, not wanting to wake you up with her sudden yelling.

After blinking for some time and letting her eyes adjust themselves to the light, she let out an annoyed huff.

She really needed to chill out for a bit.

< Getting scared by light? What the fuck, Violet?>

Ignoring her inner doubts, she continued to make her way.

Now she was standing infront of the real obstacle.

Your door.

She bit her lip as she gazed at your door. Uncertainty lingering in her eyes while she began to contemplate if this was truly a good idea.

For now she had to find some kind of shelter and she also desperately wanted to finally rest. That one nap from earlier really threw her off since it has been a while it had been so good  and with the combination of having been outside in cold temperatures for quite some time, just made the exhaustion crash onto her.

It didn't make it any easier that you were the only lead she had to get back home.

<Let's just go in. I've had worse >

She told herself as she inserted the key into the lock.

A last deep exhale was let out before she began to open the door, the light of the hallway seeping through the crack of the door.

She peeked her head through the door, not wanting to fully open it or else the light might wake you up if you happened to be in your living room.

And she for sure didn't want that.

As soon as the door was opened wide enough for her to slip through, she entered your apartment.

Closing the door behind her was an easier task this time since it didn't creak like the last door.

As expected, your entire apartment was dark. Only the moonlight illuminating the apartment as you had forgotten to pull down the blinders.

Well it was in the middle of the night but the only question was...

Where were you?

Tiptoeing her way further into your apartment while scanning it with her eyes in search for your figure.

She wasn't eager to meet you at this moment especially after that stunt from earlier and her general distrust towards everything.

She just wanted to know where you were so she wouldn't scare you like last time.

Peeking a glance at your kitchen, where you had been doing god knows what in Vi's eyes, everything seemed to have been cleaned up. There was no sign of whatever you had been doing earlier during her short "stay".

Continuing her search, her eyes caught sight of something lying on your dinner table.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she began to approach it.

It was something round with different looking things scattered across on it. Upon closer look, it were vegetables and some meat on it. The roundish edible looking thing seemed to have been wrapped around with a clear sheet of something.

Maybe so it wouldn't go bad??

Vi didn't know but her stomach was definitely hurting from hunger.

Growl

A growl rang through the room, making her curse underneath her breath. Eyes flickering around to see if you'd appear by any minute now.

Yet all she could hear was some slight shuffeling coming from your couch.

Narrowing her eyes at the direction of the sound yet also slowly making her way towards it.

As she neared the back seat of the couch with her head peeking over it, there she saw your sleeping form.

Breath hitching over as she realised that you could have woken up any minute if she hadn't been trying her best to stay quiet.

Yet a dreadful feeling came over her as she also realised that if you happened to wake up, she wouldn't have enough time to hide.

She didn't know what came over her. There was just something dreading about the fact that she still wouldn't know what to tell you and speak to you in general if you did happen to wake up out of nowhere.

She couldn't even voice out her doubt or distrust towards everything and you.

Letting her eyes linger at your sleeping form to make sure you were sleeping soundly, she couldn't help but notice the goosebumps on your bare legs and arms as you were only sleeping in shorts and a tank top. Not to mention that you seemed to be even slightky shivering. Also, your blanket seemed to have fallen off and was lying next to you on the floor.

Should she...?

No, she may not trust you but she for sure did not want you to end up catching a cold.

As quietly as possible, she began to make her way around the couch. While slowly bending down to grab your blanket, she kept her eyes trained on you.

< Please, don't wake up. >

She prayed as she picked up your blanket. Now she only had to cover you up.

She gently put the blanket over your body, making sure it would atleast cover you nicely.

Pulling the cover over your shoulders, she took one last look at your face. You were sleeping soundly, your face relaxed and your mouth slightly parted open. At a closer look, there were some crumbs at the corner of your mouth. Glancing at the table infront of the couch, there was a half empty bowl filled with chips lying on it. Vi had to surpress a groan at the sight of food because frankly ,the hunger was getting worse with each passing second.

She stood straight up as an idea popped up in her head.

Maybe she could?....

< Nonono, I'm not eating whatever's lying on that table.  I don't even know what's in it. >

Okay, now this was getting out of hand even for Vi herself.

There was no way that someone like you would poison your own food.

"Shit, I think I'm going crazy."  Vi told herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her index finger and thumb. Closing her eyes in exasperation, she opened them and took yet another glance at the food that even looked like it was beginning to call her name if she took a longer look at it.

"Fuck."

Vi had enough.

The hunger was getting to her head and no way she was gonna endure this any longer.

With quick and quiet strides, she made her way towards your dinner table. She slowly put her hand onto the clear sheet, looking to find a way on how to rip it away.

Crinkle

Clicking her tounge as the lightest pull at it made a noise, she proceeded to gently lift the plate on one side.

Looking under it, she found the end of the clear sheet. She pinched it between her index finger and thumb. Not only that but there was also a small note attached at the bottom of the plate.

Lightly pulling at the sticky note, she raised it closer to get a better look at it.

Eyes going wide yet also softening at the same second as she let her gaze linger at your note.

There, you had drawn a heart with what looked like to be a small doodle of Vi on it.

< Well, someone's an artist. >

Huffing through her nose while letting a small smile slip onto her lips, she gently put the note onto table.

Yet a frown creeped up towards her lips as she began to realise that this was the meal  you had been making for her earlier and yet all she did was run away.

Next time, she'll definitely atleast thank you for having cooked for her even though she had done nothing but give you trouble.

Maybe you weren't so bad after all.

Turning her attention back onto the plate, she only had to lift the sheet without making too much noise.

A small sound of glee escaped her mouth as she successfully pulled it off of the roundish dish.

Then, she put the plate back onto the table while letting the sheet fall onto the floor. She'll just pick it up later but now her mouth was definitely beginning to water at the sight of the dish.

Licking her lips at the undeniably delicious sight, she was also happy to see that it had been cut up already.

Taking a slice of it, she first brought it closer to her nose, wanting to get to know this foreign dish through smell.

The fact that it had gotten cold some time ago didn't bother her at all.

Hell, to her it smelled like heaven.

Now it was finally time to taste it.

Taking a bite out of it felt like a sensory explosion on her tounge. She wasn't sure if it was due to her immense hunger or of eating it for the first time, yet she sure knew that was now added onto her list of favorite things to eat.

And that was something, considering she hadn't gotten the privilege of tasting foreign food nor has she ever been picky to begin with.

Vi couldn't help but slip out a quiet moan at the godly taste on her tounge. Before she had realised it, the slice in her hand was gone.

But who was she to stop at one slice?

Taking a seat at the table, she began to fully gobble down the food and enjoy it.

It had been ages since she had last tasted something so good. She wasn't sure if even Jericho's could hold up on that.

Yet she kept her eyes strained at the very couch you were sleeping in. Her gut feeling telling her that there might be a chance of you waking up.

Welp, she might as well enjoy her meal while she can.

Meanwhile....

There was you, lying awake since she had entered the building.

The shutting sound of the building's door had never been really quiet and it had startled you awake as you were nearly drifting off to sleep.

You did fall asleep earlier but your worries somehow made sure that you would atleast wake up once in a while.

And one of those moments happened to be as you heard the shutting sound of the door.

At first, you assumed that it must have been one of your neighbours coming back from where knows what.

You didn't really know everyone personally in this building after all.

Yet that assumption quickly got demolished as you heard a familiar voice ring through the hallway.

That made your eyes snap open in an instant.

Sitting straight up, you crawled to the end of the couch.

Straining your neck to take a peek into the hallway and to the door, you listened closely.

Faintly, you could hear footsteps getting closer to your door.

You weren't sure if your mind was beginning to play tricks on you.

There was no way, it could be her.

Then there was a familiar clinking and the sound of sliding your key into a lock.

FUCK, WHAT DO I DO

You didn't have enough time to hide and running away wasn't an option.

You weren't ready to see her at all.

So the only option you had was...

Please let the theater classes in my childhood be worth it.

Not even words could describe how hard it was to act asleep.

It felt like a lion's breath had been fawning over you neck as she put the blanket over your shivering body.

No, you weren't cold at all.

You were ready to jump out of your window if it meant escaping this situation because frankly, you were shitting your pants.

You had to strain your face extremely hard to look relaxed as much as possible.

Well apparently the theater classes payed odd because she did move away.

And here you were.

Lying on your couch and listening to her literally gobble down onto the pizza you made for her.

No fucking way

You couldn't believe it.

She actually came back.

You almost wanted to laugh if it weren't for you being scared shitless.

From the sounds of it, she seemed to be enjoying the pizza as she would sometimes even let a satisfied groan slip out of her mouth.

It almost made you feel bad for her, remembering that it must have been a while since she had gotten to taste anything decent.

Judging from her outfit, she seemed to have been staying in Stillwater which meant shitty inmates, abusive enforcers and horrible living circumstances and most of all...

Solitary confinement.

Yet at the same time, your anxiety was getting the best of you as the thought of having to talk to her again seemed more than a challenge.

Deep breaths.

Just take deep breaths.

Maybe while she's distracted...

I could take a peek?

No.

Your mind was screaming no but you had to make sure if it was really her.

( and your inner desire of wanting to see her not looking at you like a lion watching it's prey.)

Lifting your head in a slow motion like movement, you peeked over the backseat of the couch.

Oh.

Oh.

You were so dead meat.

You could already imagine yourself shaking hands with the grim reaper as you locked eyes with her.

All you could do was blink at her.

Raised eyebrows and wide eyes were all you got as she swallowed her last bite of the final slice.

Nope, I'm not doing this.

You lied back down and closed your eyes, wishing for this to be nothing but a mere dream.

< Wh-? >

Eyes darting across the room only to slightly narrow themselves at the couch.

Vi didn't know what to do.

Should she just blatantly approach you about everything?

She still wasn't ready to talk to you and she could sense that the feeling was mutual.

Yet it did confuse her for a bit. First you were kind and seemed approachable and now you were trying to hide the fact that the both of you had locked eyes with each other.

Not to mention, you did look like a deer caught in headlights.

That almost made Vi slip out a chuckle.

Almost.

But sooner or later, the both of you would talk to each other anyway.

So this time, Vi decided to make the first step.

Literally.

You heard the slight screeching sound of the chair being dragged across the floor.

Slowly but surely, light yet firm footsteps began to near themselves to your couch.

Only to stop at the foot of it.

Then you heard a thump.

Squinting an eye open, you saw her having taken a seat on your arm chair.

And she was still looking at you.

Startled, you pull the cover over your eyes, shielding you from her sight.

At the back of your mind, you could see yourself slamming your head against a wall while drowning in second hand embarassement.

You were pretty sure that your actions were giving off major "Please don't talk to me" vibes because you. just. weren't. ready.

Apparently she was because you could hear a short huff coming off from her direction and her clearing her throat.

"Uhm..."

You flinched at that.

WHAT IS SHE ABOUT TO SAY OHMYGOD A A AA

Your grip was squeezing the covers over your head and fearing for whatever she might say, even if you understood none of it.

< Wow. >

Okay, Vi had to definitely switch her tactics to somehow get you to even look at her.

Her discomfort growing as the lingering guilt began to increase, thinking that it must be her fault for your frightened state.

To get you to talk to her, she had to first calm you down and hoping to somehow convey her words to you despite the language barrier.

It's okay.

She's done this before.

First she had to calm herself down because if she's not coming off as calm then you defnitely won't be coming out of the cover any sooner.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

A brief image of a crying Powder hiding under the covers flashed in Vi's mind and hearing her whimpering voice beg for her big sister to fight off the monsters under her bed.

That very image getting replaced with your hidden figure as she opened her eyes to look at you.

Leaning forward with her hands put together and elbows propped up onto her knees, she spoke with a soft voice.

"Hey... It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. You can keep hiding if you want to but I promise that... I won't be doing anything to you."

Her hands fiddling with her bandages, she now only to hope that it would work on you.

Your ears perked up at the sound of her soothing voice, the grip on the cover lessening.

Judging from the tone of her voice, she didn't mean any harm and it did pique your curiousity, since it was the first time that she had spoken to you in such a light tone and in a non hostile way. 

Slowly letting the covers slide off of your face, you took a peek at her.

Seeing you finally decide to come out of your "hiding spot", she gave you a loopsided smirk.

"Thought I'd never see you."

Uhhh??

You scrunched your eyebrows at that, not knowing how to understand her smirk.

Was she making fun of you??

You didn't know.

Yet she seemed to be expecting some kind of reaction for you and you didn't want to keep her waiting, so the first thing your brain opted to do was to make you give her a small wave.

"H-Hi??", you managed to slip past your lips, your voice slightly shaking as the fear was still settled deep in your bones.

Vi took notice of the slight shaking and tried to think of a way to keep you grounded.

So she decided to kinda amuse you by introdrucing herself even though you somehow know her name already.

"I'm Vi and you?"

Well, her plan backfired as she saw your eyes widen and your eyes beginning to shift around the room in hopes of avoiding her gaze while confusion seeped through your bones.

SHE KNOWS THAT I KNOW HER NAME SO WHY TF IS SHE SAYING IT???

Was all you could think as you saw her inhale deeply and let out a sigh at your reaction.

If it weren't for your fear then you would have felt a bit offended by it because it seemed as if it was a sigh out of annoyance or even exasperation???

Yet Vi decided to stay true to her plan to atleast get you to talk to her.

"Sssh, sssh, hey it's okay. I only wanna talk to you. I won't be doing anything to you. "  she told you while motioning with her hands at you to calm down.

Finally stopping to look anywhere else but her, you anxiously shifted your eyes towards her.

Precisely, you were looking between her eyebrows so you wouldn't have to look at her directly but she'd think you were.

A trick you had learned from your grandma as a child if you couldn't look someone in the eyes.

Seeing that you were looking at her again, she pointed yet again at herself and said "The name's Vi." , then she pointed towards you.

"And you?"

You realise that she was asking for your name and luckily, you somehow manage to stutter it out.

"I-I'm Y/N" you said while copying her movement and pointing to yourself.

Vi nodded at that.

"Well, nice to meet ya again. Properly this time. " she adds as she shortly remembers your last encounter.

Then, she extends her hand towards you.

Your eyes slightly widening in surprise, not having expected her to get so friendly towards you at all.

Vi had to supress a scoff at that. She could understand where your fear was coming from but she couldn't deny it either that she was growing impatient.

Here she was, trying to get you to calm down but you weren't really making this easy for her and frankly, she was in a clinch.

So she might as well introduce herself since she doesn't know for how long she'll be stuck here anyway.

Seeing the clear hesitation in your eyes to take her hand, she let out a sigh and began to pull it back.

"Wait!"

Vi halted her movement, gazing at you with expectant eyes.

Chewing the inside of your mouth, you slowly slipped the cover off of your body and began to crawl towards the end of the couch.

Shit, this was really intimidating to you since her steel blue eyes kept watching your every move.

The moonlight shining through the window giving them a dangerous glint.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitantly slid your hand into hers.

Your breath hitched as you felt her calloused skin against yours.

Vi did the same but only subtle. Your hand seemed so delicate in hers. Soft skin free of harsh straining.

It also dawned on her how long it has been since she had touched someone without the intention of beating them up.

The last time was...

Before it happened.

You slowly shifted your eyes upward towards her face, only for the both of you to lock eyes once again.

The whole situation was unbelievable for the both of you.

Your mind had a lot of trouble actually understanding that this was truly Vi herself.

In her very flesh and blood.

And right now, the both of you were shaking hands with each other.

Is this how it felt like to shake hands with the grim reaper?

Because you for sure would believe it if you'd be dead right now and this was one of your weird wishes getting granted.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt her giving your hand a squeeze.

Giving you playful wink, which only made you rapidly blink at her and your cheeks getting a bit warm, she loosened her grip on your hand and lastly, pulled her hand back to herself.

Silence began to fill the room as she was now waiting for you to say something.

You had begun to  fiddle with the end of your shirt in your hands after she had pulled her hand away, your eyes looking at everything but her and the thumping in your heart not ceasing.

You were still scared of her yet you couldn't deny the fact that she was more than simply "good looking" in your eyes and that her wink had made you feel more than flustered.

But you also knew that you couldn't keep her waiting for too long especially after she had made the first move.

Managing to gather some courage, you opened your mouth.

"Uhm-"

Yet before you could say something, you heard her let out a loud yawn.

Your head snapped up at her, the sudden loud yawn scaring you for a second before seeing that it came from her.

Vi apologetically held her hand up as she covered her mouth with her other hand, trying to stifle up her  yawn.

The exhaustion coming back stronger than before as the only kind of sleep she had gotten, was the nap from many hours earlier.

This was it.

Your chance to escape this awkwars situation.

"UHm, you're tired, right?"  You exclaimed a bit too loudly for your liking, even surprising her but you continued to gesture your words towards her by putting your hands together and onto your cheek while leaning it onto the back of your hand.

Luckily, Vi got the gist of what you meant and nodded at you.

You put up your palm infront of you.

"Wait here."

Before Vi could even ask about what you had just said, you had already gotten up and went to your room.

Vi only blinked at that but decided to play along and wait.

Well, she just hoped that you wouldn't take too long with whatever you were planning to do or else she would just get up and see what you're up to.

Right now you were going through your wardrobe in hopes of finding something for her to sleep in.

Did it seem like you had been waiting for a chance to escape come by?

Yes, it did because you were definitely doing that.

But were the both of you clearly too tired to even hold a proper conversation (if you could even call it that)?

Yes, you were.

So you decided to help the both of you by deciding that it was now the perfect time to sleep.

Because you really didn't see this conversation going well and you didn't want to risk her getting all grumpy.

"Okay, this should be good." You breathed out as you took the two pieces of clothing out of the wardrobe, a spare blanket and closed it.

You also decided to give her your own pillow since it was a bit more comfortable than your spare pillow since it was worn out and flat.

Well, you had been pkanning to get a new one anyway.

"When" would be another question though.

Hearing the door close behind her, Vi peeked her head out to look behind the arm chair, only to see you holding various items in your hands.

Specifically things to sleep with.

Vi could only raise an eyebrow at that as you went back to the couch.

Without any words, you put the stuff onto the couch and went to the table infront of it.

Pulling it at it to put it a bit away from your couch, you went back and pulled at a tiny rope sticking out in middle of the couch's footing.

"What the fuck?" Vi couldn't help this one as she just saw you somehow pull out a part of the couch out of the couch???

You weren't ignoring her exclaim yet didn't know how or even what to reply it to it so you opted by giving her a quick sheepish smile as you continued to prop up a makeshift bed for her.

After having properly fluffed out the pillow and the blanket, you handed her your clothes.

More like quickly put them into her lap and before she could even react, you told her:

"Uhm... I'm gonna go sleep."

You said in a hushed voice as you pointed towards yourself, your room and tilted your head while letting out fake snores.

"Wait, I still want to-"

You didn't let her finish as you immediately had made your way towards your room as soon as your own words had left your mouth.

Quickly closing the door behind you and jumping into your bed, you wanted nothing but to get some peace after that whole experience and you really didn't want to be held awake.

You had a feeling that she had wanted to ask you something but it was literally in the middle of the night and the person who needed sleep the most wasn't you but Vi.

And there was no way you were gonna let her force herself to stay awake because atleast here, maybe she could sleep in peace without any disturbance.

Vi continued to sit there for a few minutes, needing to let it sink in what had just happened.

She felt frustrated.

She wanted answers and she had finally gotten you to talk to her but she just had to let it slip out and make you see how tired she was.

Vi wasn't dumb. She knew that the situation put you in an uncomfortable position and you had seen her yawn as an opportunity to escape.

But she also knew that she had to rest sooner or later and she was also feeling a bit guilty for keeping you awake.

Letting out a sigh, she looked at the clothes you had put on her lap.

Taking one of the two clothings in her hands, she held it up infront of her.

It was a simple dark blue shirt with a fish on it.

The second clothing were comfortable looking black shorts.

Vi didn't see it as necessary to change into some kind of extra clothing to sleep in.

Yet her prison outfit has been on her for a long time and frankly, it wasn't the most comfortable thing to be in.

Well, her pants were but not the shirt and it had been a while since she had gottsn the chance to put on some new fresh clothing.

So she decided to change her clothes.

She let her previous clothing fall onto the floor, not bothering to pick them up.

The clothes you had given to her fitted her perfectly.  The shirt was a bit on the baggy side but the fabric itself felt soft.

Slipping under the cover you had given to her, it felt as if she was lying down onto the cloud.

The exhaustion slapping her across her face as she let out a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, how is it so soft." She asked outloud into the pillow.

She knew that forcing herself awake wouldn't be giving her any answers sooner so she bad decided to try it again in the morning when the both of you would be awake enough to have plenty of nerves to deal with each other.

You on the other hand, were hoping that the interaction between the both of you won't be as awkward as tonight but honestly your gut feeling was telling you otherwise.

Both of youl let out a sigh as you snuggled deeper into your pillows

Only one question ringing through your heads as you closed your eyes:

How will tomorrow go?

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Hewwo, BB! I have emerged from the pits of my college work to humbly request something, if you are interested!! So I have Bokuto brainrot as always, and I was wondering if you would wanna write something with a shy reader admitting she’s actually very kinky to him? Maybe asking him to tie her up and overstimulate her? Aaa, I love you either way. -Ladylove anon ❤️

I decided to do headcanons with a bit of a drabble for this~ hope you're pleased with the results!

Warnings: bondage, overstimulation, creampie(s), kinda tame ngl

Bokuto + Kinky s/o

> Shy s/o automatically equals vanilla in Bokuto's mind. He doesn't think someone so sweet and shy could do something so dirty, so he was always worried about when you guys first would hook up that you'd be bashful, hiding your face behind your hands, with him pulling apart your legs-

> Well, your first time was a bit similar to that, you playing the bashful card, but it didn't last too long, eventually you were giving as much as you were taking, pressing kisses to his sheen covered skin as he gave you your first world-shattering orgasm.

> That was the first time. Plain old missionary with a bit of leg over his shoulders, not really diving into things too brash or kinky. When he brought it up to his buddies (Kuroo and Akaashi, Kenma was there but unbothered), he mentioned wanting advice on how to introduce the idea of spicier things. He didn't want to scare you away, of course! Just something different.

> Akaashi told him to ask you in a private area or before things go too far, but he needed your consent before doing anything. Kuroo's advice was to immediately go home and talk about it and then lead into the "let's try it out right now" line to get you in the bed. Bokuto went with Akaashi's, obviously.

> However, you're actually planning on talking about it with Bokuto. The first time with him was definitely nice, but a bit lacking. It'd be nice if he could get rougher, or spend more time teasing and pleasing, or even if he could restrain you. Him coming home to ask you something similar wasn't even on your mind, thinking he was going slow and steady because he wasn't comfortable going too strong or too hard.

> Really, all it took was a quick question and both of your eyes lit up, ready to test out the new boundaries and uncharted territory. Next time, you'd make sure to be more prepared, but for now you'd be fine settling with what new techniques Bokuto was willing to teach you.

"Bo- fuck!" another moan from your mouth, head turning to the side as your body bounced with each of his thrusts. Your knees ached from your weight being on them for so long, while your wrists ached from where the rope dug into your skin after tugging and pulling on them. Bokuto did tell you he'd tie them nice and tightly, but you didn't know he'd tie them in a way that you're absolutely unable to loosen. Adding to the pleasure, you were stuck in a position to take everything Bokuto gave to you.

"Quite a dirty mouth you've got. A dirty little girl was hiding under that little façade of yours, after all," he grunts, palm kneading the flesh of your ass with a few love taps. Nothing too hard, but just enough force for you to feel it the next morning. The white fluid coating his base was steadily dripping onto the bed, forming a puddle that got messier and bigger as he never eased his relentless thrusts. You were hardly conscious, your back arching as you felt another orgasm come on, a sweet mewl accompanying it.

Bokuto wasn't as close to finishing as you were, his stamina endless and his strength godlike. Yet you chose to give him to green light to overstimulate you, and here he is. With your body twitching and shaking with each of his thrusts and sweet noises full of pleasure spilling from your lips, he definitely would have to do this again.

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 9

Foolish flinched. Qackity’s shouting stopped abruptly. It was warmer (Las Nevadas was surprisingly cold). Foolish slowly opened his eyes. An open grave stood at his feet. His heart jumped into his throat and he stumbled backwards, falling on his back. He stared dumbfounded as a bee flew out from the grave and landed on his knee for a moment before flying away. Quackity was nowhere to be seen. 

His breathing slowed and he looked around. He was in a graveyard next to a church. Was he dead? Was this limbo? What had happened? He wasn’t supposed to die… but he had died before. But if he had died just now he still should have had his third life, he should have respawned… maybe he had. Maybe he was still alive… That made more sense. No, wait, he still had all of his stuff, if he had died his inventory should have been empty… Foolish held his head in his hands and stared at the ground.

“You ok there, friend?” 

Foolish’s head snapped up. A man with neon green hair stood on the other side of the stone wall surrounding the graveyard. Foolish quickly picked himself up and brushed himself off. “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine… um- this may seem like an odd question, but, am I dead?”

The man laughed, “I don’t know, are you? I mean, I assume you're not dead, cause I’m not dead, unless you’re un-dead, if you know what I mean.” 

Foolish let out a deep breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Alright, I’m alive, i'm not dead,” He muttered, staring at the sky.

“You sure you’re fine?” The man asked again, putting air quotes around the ‘fine’. “Cause, you don’t seem fine…” 

Foolish shook his head “No, really, don’t worry about me, I was just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

The man pursed his lips and raised a brow “You asked me if you were dead… not if you had died. Which means you knew there was a chance you might get stuck in a respawn glitch. Have you been messing with server magic?” 

“You make that sound like a bad thing.” Foolish scowled and crossed his arms looking down at the man. He wasn’t in his twenty-three foot form but even in this form he stood almost a foot taller than the other man.  

The man shook his head “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just dangerous. I mean, I would be a bit of a hypocrite if I condemned people for messing with server magic.”

Foolish didn’t look impressed. “It’s only dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing.” 

“I mean, I guess.” The man said rubbing the back of his neck as he contemplated Foolish’s words “But no one is stupid enough to mess around long enough to get the practice...” He trailed off as he looked up to see Foolish looking at him with an incredulous look, “Oh.” 

Foolish finally relented and his expression softened, “Maybe you're right, I mean, my name is Foolish after all,”

The man chuckled, “Maybe we're both a bit crazy. I’m Joe, Joe Hills. Nice to meet you,” He said, climbing over the low stone wall and reaching out his hand. Foolish smiled and shook it. Joe had a firm grip.

“So you said you have experience with server magic, what can you do?” Foolish asked as the two of them walked out of the graveyard and over to the church. This church was much nicer than church prime. As a builder Foolish could appreciate the detail put into the architecture.   

Joe shrugged as he sat down on the steps and leaned back on his elbows looking up at the sky, “I can see better in the dark If I want to. Honestly, I don’t really mess with it much anymore.” 

“Why not?” Foolish asked, leaning against the wall. 

Joe shrugged but Foolish noticed his grip tighten into a ball. “It wasn’t worth it. A friend of mine got hurt and almost didn’t respawn. Actually, she should be around here somewhere, I wonder where she went?” 

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Cleo stood on a concrete road getting yelled at by an angry man with a scar through his left eye and a blue beanie.

 “Who the fuck are you? What the fuck did you do to Foolish? Where is Foolish.” 

“Aaa, Foolish is a Zombie!” another man wearing glasses and green suspenders yelled. 

Cleo staggered backwards and summoned a sword from her inventory, “Who am I, what about who are you?”   

“You better tell me, right fucking now, what the hell you did to Foolish or I’ll-”

“You’ll do what? Don’t try me, I’ll put this sword through your skull I will,” Cleo bluffed. 

The man with the scar summoned an axe.  “Charlie, go get Purpled, tell him we have an intruder in Las Nevadas.” 

The man in green, presumably Charlie, looked at him perplexed “But, Quackity from Las Nevadas, why are we attacking Zombie Foolish?” 

“Damn it Charlie, Just get Purpl-” 

Cleo didn’t let him finish. A yell ripped from her lungs as she charged him, sword swinging. Quackity startled and blocked with the shaft of his axe. He shoved her off and she staggered back. Cleo dug her heels in swinging the sword like a club. There was a burst of pain, or more like cold (Pain felt different ever since the undeath) as his axe cut into her shoulder. But he was bleeding too. His axe returned to his inventory as he clutched his arm and staggered back. Cleo gripped her sword tighter, breathing hard, her eyes locked on him. 

She felt the impact and another burst of cold as an arrow hit her in the chest. Her head snapped up, there was a kid in purple firing arrows from a crossbow as he ran towards them. He was wearing full netheriet.

Cleo turned and ran.

“Stop her, she fucking did something to Foolish!” Quackity shouted. She didn’t stop running as arrows landed about her feet. Down the road through a tunnel and past a stone fortress. Cleo scrambled off the road, over a hill. She could hear them still behind her. Dodging through the hills she was able to shake them by looping back around behind them as they continued on. 

Once they were gone she slowed down. She touched a hand to her shoulder. It was throbbing with a dull ache and it felt cold, a deep cold like ice in her veins. She looked down. The arrow was still in her chest. She needed to do something about that. 

She was back at the fortress. Cleo slid down the hill, climbing behind the wall and slumped against the stone. She gritted her teeth and pulled the arrow from her chest with a grunt, dropping it in the grass. A golden apple appeared in her hand and she took a bite, the juice tingling in her mouth as the regen and absorption began to take effect. 

The throbbing eased a little and the wounds began to close. She looked up and froze. An enderman stared back at her with mismatched eyes. No wait, not an enderman, at least not quite. Half of his face was white. 

“Hey Tubbo, I think I found out what Quackity was shouting about.” The half-enderman kid called over his shoulder. 

Cleo staggered to her feet, her sword out. “I won't hesitate to-” 

The half-enderman backed up and raised his empty hands “Oh no, we're not with Quackity,” He explained. 

Cleo scowled but lowered her sword. “Well isn’t that lovely, someone who doesn’t want to stab me.”  

He looked alarmed, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that- I mean, I definitely don’t want to do that.” Now that she got a better look at him he looked kind of young, he was tall but in the lanky teenager kind of way. He looked to be 18 or 19, maybe 17. His suit probably made him look older.  

“Oh hey, so what was Big Q so mad about?” Another kid said as he came around the building. He stopped short when he saw Cleo. “Oh…” He was much shorter than the ender-kid. Two horns curled up out of his brown hair and almost every inch of exposed skin was covered in burn scars. Cleo let her sword return to her inventory. 

“Big man, why is there a funny looking zombie in our base?” the goat kid said 

Cleo bristled, “I’m still a person, thank you.”

The goat kid looked back at Cleo  “Ooooh- oops.”

“Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone and insulted her.”

“I didn’t meeean to, how was I supposed to know?” The goat kid wined. 

The two bickered like a married couple. Cleo coughed “Um- would either of you two be able to explain what is going on,”

“Haven’t got a fucking clue,” The goat kid chirped, a little to cheerfully. 

Cleo pursed her lips, “Well, could you at least tell me where I am?” 

“Um… The road between Las Nevadas and Spawn. Or do you mean here-here. This is our cookie shop.”  The ender-kid explained.

Cleo blinked.

“I think she means the server big man,” The goat kid said, “This is the Dream SMP.”

Cleo blinked again. So not Hermitcraft. Shit. 

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The goat kid introduced himself as Tubbo and the ender-kid as Ranboo. Cleo explained what had happened, which made Tubbo laugh. It turned out that the cookie outpost and Las Nevadas were in conflict and Tubbo liked the idea of doing something that would, in his words “Piss off Big Q.” 

Cleo tried to return to Hermitcraft but was met with an error message. Tubbo and Ranboo offered to let her stay in Snowchester till she figured things out. They had no idea how she got there but they didn’t seem too concerned about it.

Snowchester was surprisingly far away from what the kids were calling a cookie shop. To Cleo it looked suspiciously like a military outpost but who was she to judge? 

Snowchester was a quaint little walled in town, overlooked by a massive mansion worthy of any Hermitcraft base. There was a tower, docs, and a little wheat field mixed in with little log and stone houses.  The air was crisp and cold, light snow fell around them landing on her hair and bare arms. Untouched snow coated the steps to most of the houses and closely shuttered windows looked back at her. The ocean lapped against the shore and the sound of a boat bumping against the pier carried up through the town. A single seagull landed on a stone wall. It looked at Cleo and cawed.  

Ranboo and Tubbo lead Cleo around a strangely industrial building on a hill in the middle of the town with “Danger, keep out” signs on the doors. 

“So what’s in there,” Cleo asked, nodding towards the industrial building. 

Ranboo raised his brows and looked at Tubbo. Tubbo pursed his lips “Oh nothing much, that’s just where we do equipment testing. You’re not allowed in there,” he added. There was finality to his tone. Cleo wondered what he was hiding and if it was worth snooping around to find out, but there was a dark conviction in the way that the kid with too many scars said it. The way the ender-kid hovered at his side anxiously watching everything. Maybe she should be careful not to make more enemies.  

They lead her to a little house behind the industrial building. “This used to be Foolish’s but he moved out so you can stay here for now,” Tubbo explained opening the door and letting them inside. 

“Foolish… the guy who Quackity thinks I kidnaped? You’re giving me his house?” Cleo scoffed looking around. A square table and chairs stood off to one side, a counter with a furnace and cabinets lined the back wall and a cactus in a pot sat by the front door.    

“Well, it’s not really his house anymore, he hasn’t lived here for months,” Tubbo shrugged. 

Cleo sighed, “So long as he won’t mind. Goodness this whole situation is a mess.” 

Ranboo gave her a sympathetic smile.  

“Welp,” Tubbo clapped his hands. “We’ll let you get settled in. Just don’t go snooping around in people’s homes, we are pretty private people here.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Cleo said absently, still looking around the room.

Tubbo and Ranboo left, closing the door behind them. 

There was a silence and then Cleo jumped at the sound of someone drinking milk. She spun around summoning her sword, freezing as the invisibility melted away to reveal Etho standing in the corner. 

“Finally, I thought they were never going to leave,” Etho muttered.

“Etho! What are you doing here?” Cleo bristled. 

Etho looked sheepishly off to the side as he rubbed the back of his head. “We’ll, I might have been following you. If you mean here on this server, we don’t really know. Oh yeah, TFC’s here too. We’ve been stuck on this server for about two weeks now. Least, I’ve been, TFC showed up about a week ago.”

“So wait, You're telling me you have been stuck on this server for two weeks?”

Etho nodded “Yup. Come on let's get out of here before they come back. We can talk at my secret base.” 

Cleo pulled away “Wait, wait. Why? Why were you sneaking around? Why are we avoiding those kids? I would like a good reason before I turn down their hospitality.”

“This server isn’t what it seems to be. It’s seriously glitched out. Haven’t you noticed how many scars everyone has here, how many hybrids there are.” 

Now that Cleo thought about it, even the ender-kid, Ranboo, had scars that looked like tears running down his face. Scars only happened when there was a glitch during respawn so they were pretty rare, the fact that three of the five people she had seen so far had obvious scars was concerning, especially with how bad the scars on that Tubbo kid were. On top of that, Quackity looked like he might be some kind of bird hybrid, with small golden wings, while Tubbo was a goat and Cleo had no idea what Ranboo really was. Hybrids were the result of pretty strong server glitches, and from what Etho was saying those guys weren’t the only ones. 

“So the server is glitchy, that doesn't make them bad people,”  

“There are places on this server that have been blown up all the way down to bedrock. Those kids who seemed so nice, they have nukes in that building right outside. There is a prison that everyone here is terrified of, seemingly for good reason. The Warden that guards it almost killed me while chasing me and TFC away, and said something about hunting us down and killing us till we were completely dead.”  

Cleo blanched “Completely dead… like, they have a way of reliably preventing respawning here.” She remembered what it felt like being stuck in the void unable to respawn. For Joe it had only been a couple of minutes, for her it had felt like hours.

“I don’t know,” Etho shrugged. “I just think it would be best if we all kept a low profile till we can find a way out of here.” 

“I… I trust you, Etho. But I don’t want to leave without letting those kids know that I won’t be staying here. They seem like nice kids, I’d rather not just disappear on them.” 

Etho hesitated, then nodded “Alright, Just be careful, and take this,” He said handing her two invis pots. “You can find me in the sewers under their shopping district, there is a community center in the middle of a lake, the entrance to the tunnels is underneath it.”

Cleo took the potions and smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry, I got this. I’ll be fiiine.”

“Ok,” Etho nodded and pulled his facemask down. He drank an invis potion before leaving the building.

Cleo sighed. Perma-death hum, would that even work on her? Seeing as she already kinda died before. She didn’t want to have to find out.

[jikyuz]

birthday present ✰ t. mashiho (m)

✦ pairing: soft dom!mashiho x gn!reader ✦ watch out for: dirty talk, a lap dance, praise, no actual sex but mentions of it ✦ words: 1.6k ✦ a/n: aaa i'm very nervous posting this as it's the first full scenario i've written in a while ;-; i'm not sure if this is good or not so please be easy on me, i promise i will get better !! i hope you like it anonnie, thank you for requesting and feedback is always appreciated ^_^ ✦ listen to while reading: dangerous woman by ariana grande

It wasn’t long before you finished the last of the preparations for the night that you got a text from your boyfriend saying he would be home soon. It had been a long day for him, and you could tell by his lack of heart emojis or punctuation that he was tired. Although it was his birthday, he still had a lot of things to do, including preparing for their Japanese debut. You only hoped he wasn’t too tired for your present.

“My love?” Mashiho’s voice was soft, almost too soft for you to hear him from the bedroom. Sweat accumulated on the back of your neck as you shifted from foot to foot, waiting for your boyfriend to follow the petals that you had masterfully placed leading to where you stood.

Instead of answering him, you waited silently, listening as he set his bag down, took off his shoes and mumbled to himself about something you couldn't quite make out. Footsteps slowly came closer, stopping every few feet as you assumed Mashiho was following the rose petals. It had been a long time since you surprised him like this and a shoot of electricity went through you at the thought of his reaction.

“Y/N? Are you - oh, wow.” As Mashiho walked into the doorway, he stopped in his tracks, mouth gaping open and eyes trailing up and down your body. It took a long while and a lot of digging but you found a really sexy outfit to wear, completely silk and honestly you felt amazing in it, not to mention that the silk made it really soft. It was one of your boyfriends favorite colors on you, a deep red that he claimed only accentuated your beautiful figure. You always got shy whenever he mentioned it but you kept that fact in the back of your mind for nights like this.

“Happy birthday, Mashi.” You smiled, your nails clicking against the wood of the chair that sat in front of you. It faced the doorway, inviting your boyfriend to take a seat and you watched as Mashiho observed the situation, his gaze flicking from the chair back to your body and then up to your face. His eyebrows raised in intrigue and you patted the seat of the chair. “Take a seat, baby. I have a present for you.”

There wasn’t much hesitation, his legs automatically guiding him into the room. You watched as he turned to face away from you, sitting down and placing his hands on his thighs. Anticipation bubbled up inside you as you walked around the chair, your legs grazing your boyfriends as you leaned down so your face was inches away from him.

“Just sit back and enjoy the show baby.” Your hands started at his jeans, fingers playing with the rips as you leaned forward just enough to connect your lips. He had a slight smile, his hands grabbing your waist suddenly and making you straddle his lap.

His eyes held a deep passion that had your legs feel like they were turning to jelly. Your skin felt like it was on fire as Mashiho smiled up at you, a smile that sent a shiver through you and almost made you submit to every word that fell from his mouth. Except you remembered that it was his present and you needed to stand your ground.

You lifted yourself from Mashiho’s lap, turning away from him and walking over to the bedside table which held a small speaker and your phone. The playlist lit up as soon as you unlocked your phone and you smirked, hitting the shuffle button and turning back around as soon as the soft bass filled the air.

The atmosphere shifted from playful to completely serious as you slowly strutted back to your boyfriend. He sat with his legs slightly spread, leaning back in the chair and his eyes bore into your own. His gaze was captivating, wordlessly drawing you in. it was like he had a spell on you, his lap inviting you and you obeyed.

As you walked you swung your hips to the beat, your eyes closing as you enjoyed the way the music made you feel. Paired with the way Mashiho was looking at you like you were the only person on earth, you felt powerful and a strong surge of confidence overwhelmed you.

Dropping down on your knees, you did what you practiced, throwing your head back and exposing your neck. The necklace that Mashiho gave you on your one year anniversary sat nicely between your collarbones. In front of you there was a sharp inhale of breath and you fought back a smirk at the thought of how much you were affecting Mashiho.

The beat of the song changed and you began crawling forward, looking up through your eyelashes at the man sitting before you. One of his hands rested on the bulge of his pants, palming himself. The smirk on his face was nothing except amused and aroused, his teeth tugged at his bottom lip and he beckoned you forward with just the flick of his finger.

As soon as you sat down in his lap, both of Mashiho’s hands planted on your waist. He could have guided you, pushed and pulled your body just as he wanted but he chose to let you take the reins, with the imprint of his hands still searing into your sides.

“Start what you finished, don't need no hold up.” The man beneath you whispered, obviously referencing the song playing but just the way he spoke made you almost turn to jelly. The strings inside you didn’t come loose, however, you pulled yourself together, letting the music guide you.

Grabbing his shoulders you began rotating your hips, a small shock of pleasure running through you. Although you knew you could submit to the man below you, letting him take you and give you whatever you wanted but this was about him, and you pushed your own needs aside to make sure Mashiho was getting a great present.

“Fuck.” Mashiho whispered under his breath, watching as you scooted closer to him, feeling his bulge right under you and biting your lip as you pressed yourself down onto him. The music around you only pushed you more and your hands moved on their own accord, pulling at Mashiho’s shirt and eventually getting it off.

His skin was flushed, abs on display as you bent down, pressing kisses to his neck. Long breaths came from your boyfriend, his head tilting back and letting you do whatever you pleased. The music was still leaking into every crevice of the room and your hips still rotated in small circles.

As another song began, you stood up, keeping one hand on Mashiho’s shoulder and walking behind him. Your fingernail traced a muscle in his neck, satisfaction running through you when he twitched slightly, obviously affected by what you were doing. The bass surfed through your veins, controlling your every movement as your other hand threaded through Mashiho’s hair, pulling back slightly and making eye contact with him. His eyes were deep, controlling and incredibly serious.

“Come here, love.” His voice was just above a whisper and if it weren’t for the music being on a low volume, you weren’t sure you would have heard him. The crossroads appeared before you, obey Mashiho or go against his command. The thought of being just slightly in charge of the situation was charming but it was a present, you wanted to give Mashiho exactly what he wanted.

So you walked around once more, swinging your leg around and gasping when Mashiho’s hands kneaded at the flesh of your thighs. His gaze was captivating, a rich black color that seeped into your bones. There was silence for a moment, the only sound being the music playing and the audible breaths that the man underneath you took but it didn’t last much longer.

“Keep dancing, you’re doing so well.” Heat seared through your body at his words. He knew you liked being praised, especially when it was something so new to you so he used his knowledge of you and your body to his advantage, his fingers still absentmindedly rubbing your thighs. “Show me what you learned, y/n.”

All of a sudden it was like the music overcame you and you threw your head back, leaning backwards as you left your whole body on display for Mashiho. Knowing the effect you had on him had you even more aroused, loving that he was enjoying himself.

So you danced like nothing was holding you back, your hands exploring your own body as well as Mashiho’s, whom had removed his jeans when you stood up once more. As he sat in just his boxers, his bulge even more visible, you finally settled back in Mashiho’s lap, your breath coming out in ragged breaths as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Dancing was exhausting and a small drop of sweat traveled down your back.

“Love,” Mashiho’s voice surrounded you, his thumbs rubbing circles just above your hip bone, his change in tone indicated one thing and one thing only; you had had your fun and now he was the one in charge. “Thank you for the present but as much as I love watching you, I really just want to fuck your brains out.”

Mashiho stood up from the chair suddenly, his hands cradling your thighs as they stayed locked around his waist. You were proud of yourself for putting together the present for him but you were out of your mind if you thought it was going to end in anything except this.

[qlala]

okay imma need some more information about that coldwestallen canon-verse soulmates au because i am LOOKING 👀👀👀

aaa yes that one is inspired by a soulmate au I read for a different fandom years back, I can't remember which one? but the concept was when you and one of your soulmates touched, the first place your skin meets leaves an impression of the same color on both of you. multiple soulmates are fairly common; they're not inherently romantic.

tbh this is probably not one that i'll ever get around to finishing, so I'm happy to share a lot more than a few sentences! the first paragraph I have for this is:

The kid was covered up ankle to wrist, but he still had three soulmarks where Leonard could see them: a brush of purple over the back of his hand where it was curled around the bottle, two spots of green high on one side of his neck, and, when his lashes dipped as he picked idly at the beer’s label, a smudge of deep, burnt orange over his left eyelid. Three visible marks; Len didn’t usually play those odds, but he suspected he was going to make an exception for the long legs on the barstool next to him.

Barry's three existing marks in this scene come from Iris, Caitlin, and Cisco, respectively. From my notes:

Barry had Iris’s color over the back of his right hand, where she’d laid a comforting touch when they were just children, his world freshly upended. She left a deep, vivid purple, with the same color splashed up her fingers. They’d been shocked, then confused, then delighted. Iris had screamed for Joe, who’d rushed into the room with his gun drawn and ready at his side, and then Iris had shoved her hand up for his inspection and demanded Barry do the same. Joe had stared in shock, and then dropped his shoulders and told Iris never to scream like that again unless someone was getting murdered. He put his gun back in the safe and wrapped them both up in a hug, and knew he’d done the right thing by bringing Barry to live with them.

Caitlin and Cisco's were simultaneous; when Barry was first brought to STAR Labs after the accident, he'd coded suddenly, no time for anyone to put on gloves. Caitlin left two fingerprints of green on Barry's neck when she checked his pulse, and Cisco left an orange smudge on Barry's eyelid when he lifted it at Caitlin's instructions to check his pupils.

Iris only has one other one:

Iris was very guarded about her own skin; it wasn't that she didn't believe in soulmates, but she hated the culture around them. Everyone made assumptions when they saw the mark she and Barry shared, and it got exhausting telling them he was just her best friend, especially when they got older and it started feeling more and more like a lie. So she wore gloves, which wasn't uncommon, except when she was working and eating. Her second mark came from Eddie, when someone stole her laptop bag before she'd even had time to put her gloves back on. Eddie took off after the man, retrieved the bag like a knight in shining armor, and handed it back to her with a smile gone suddenly shy. Where their knuckles brushed, a splash of sweetheart pink bloomed on both of them.

Len has two marks:

Leonard got to fourteen without a single brush of color on him anywhere, so he assumed he was just one of those suckers who were too fucked up to have any soulmates. When Lisa was born, he assumed she'd be made of the same stuff. It turned out to be truer than he’d thought. He was at the hospital when she was born, and nudged aside her blankets to get a look at her face and declare her a tiny, alien-looking thing, mostly to piss off her mother. Lisa blinked blue eyes open at him—the nurse said plenty of babies were born with blue eyes and they’d probably change, but Len recognized the same shade from his own reflection, and knew hers were for keeps.

Then Lisa's tiny hand, impossibly small, wrapped around his first knuckle of his index finger, and he laughed and shook it delicately up and down and said, “Nice to meet you, too.” When Lisa let go, Len stared uncomprehending at the dark ring of color she’d left there, and caught a glimpse of the same color staining the delicate, brand-new skin of her tiny palm. Len felt a sharp surge of emotion, feeling for the first time, irrationally, that he wasn't alone, and the nurse cooed and said, “Oh, lucky little girl! Big brother’s gonna take care of you, huh?” She'd been wrong about Lisa's eyes, but she wasn't wrong about that.

and

Mick didn’t have a color until he clasped his hand around the non-existent bicep of a scrawny, bleeding fifteen-year-old in juvie, and a strong, true green had bloomed over the boney arm under his hand, and the kid had ripped away from him in shock, almost offended, like he couldn’t believe Mick had deigned to claim him as a soulmate. Then he’d punched Mick in the jaw. He refused to go anywhere near him for the rest of the stay, wore long sleeves day and night, but he didn't chase Mick off again when he tracked him down after they were both out.

And the rest I covered in my initial description! Barry and Len find out when Len takes Barry home from Saints (and Barry has not exactly been honest about who he is):

Len had gone through the same routine so many times, he didn’t bother to watch when Barry reached out and tested the soft, vulnerable skin of the inside of his wrist over Len’s. Len was still watching Barry’s face, amused, thinking about all the ways he could put those lips to good use, when Barry went ashen.

No.

No.

Len didn’t look down. The odds of it were impossible. Some kid, a random wide-eyed hookup in a bar Len never went to—

It was the wide eyes that tipped him off. An uncommon, pale, muted, familiar green, not the hazel he’d taken them for in the low light of the bar. Taken together with the familiar lips parted in surprise, and the familiar line of the body pressed back against the inside of his front door, Len understood.

and then Iris and Len, almost a year later:

Iris and Barry got together after the disastrous attempt at a hookup between Len and Barry, and they didn’t acknowledge the marks, or at least, Len rebuffed every attempt to do so. It was a fluke, and the deep scarlet brushed like a stroke of paint across his wrist didn’t control Len’s destiny, or give Barry any claim to him.

It wasn’t like Len to make the same mistake twice, but then Miss Iris West was shoved nearly to her death in front of him. Len cursed and shot his arm out without thinking, and he caught her by the wrist in the same instant she clasped his. He knew it had happened as soon as their skin touched; had known, deep down, it would happen before then, which was why he’d kept far, far away from her. When he finished pulling her to safety, navy lines in the shape of her neat, tapered fingers criss-crossed the red bend Barry had left over his same wrist. Iris’s opposite wrist bore Len’s handprint—separate, simultaneous marks, wasn’t that just a cherry on top—the color bright and saturated against her warm brown skin. Len met Iris’s shocked gaze with a resigned look of his own.

“That mark,” Iris said. “The red, is that—?”

“Unfortunately.”