#yeah i gave up on trying not to post this since i finished it 2nd to a different fic in this series

[merryfortune]

you change your clothes like a girl changes her mind

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon

Prompt: Any: any/any(/any+) femslash - sharing lipsticks 

Title: you change your clothes like a girl changes her mind

Ship: Altarshipping | Aoi/Ema

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Word Count: 2,739

Rating: T

Warning: Choose Not to Warn 

Tags: Age Difference, Crushes, Pining, Indirect Kiss, Virtual Reality, Pampering, Affection

   “I’ve designed another avatar.” Blue Girl confessed exciteably.

   Ghost Girl laughed, amused, “Can’t say I’m surprised to hear that. You’ve grown up a lot since coming under my tutelage, and I’d love to see it.”

   Blue Girl cringed. She couldn’t believe how predictable she was being but oh well. She was just lucky that Ghost Girl found it more cute than vapid.

   “I’ve already picked out a name and theme for this next avatar of mine.” she replied.

   “Oh? I’d love to hear it.” Ghost Girl nudged her. She leaned up against the column.

   “Blue Angel is my past, Blue Girl is my present and… Blue Maiden will be my future.” Blue Girl began to explain. “I’m sure you’ve already noticed. Like you said, I’ve grown up a lot.”

   But not enough to get over silly, inappropriate crushes. It was so embarrassing. Still, Blue Girl grinned and beared it as Ghost Girl mulled over the idea in her head, she nodded along.

   “Makes sense.” Ghost Girl replied. “Can I help?”

   “Er, yeah, sure.” Blue Girl replied. “Aqua’s helped a lot as well, her Marincess cards were very inspiring.”

   Speaking of Aqua, she needed some time to herself. A big battle was coming up and she was still licking wounds, grieving for her now dead lover whom she hoped she would avenge with Aoi as her weapon. So, she was above ground and in real life whilst Blue Girl and Ghost Girl had this sort of pre-war pep talk.

   “Alright, let’s get to the montage, sounds good?” Ghost Girl suggested with a wink.

   “Sure.” Blue Girl replied.

   In her journey to learning the art and science of hacking, this was new field for her.

   The Link VRAINS’ character creation screen was intended to be a one-person affair. With a bit of tweaking, one - or more - people could be forced into the so-called stalls of the wardrobe and that’s exactly what Ghost Girl did. Her presence in the lonely white of it all transformed it and honestly made it feel more mall-like.

   Otherwise, the character creation screen was quite blank. It was a strange, liminal space which encouraged the player to move on as quickly as possible to start duelling - and then come back to get those premium items locked behind a certain amount of wins. Blue Girl stood in front of the mirror and called up the near endless parade of clothing selection screens. 

   Items could even be pinned, or more accurately, hung up on clothing racks for future reference. She already had quite a few from previous iterations of Blue Angel and what she had been chasing with Blue Girl, even some ideas from Aqua, too.

   It was a cruel system, the more wins, the more items of clothing. That’s why most new players tend to look the same, and quite normie at that. There were some complementary outfits which were heroic looking but that furthered the homogenisation of the digital world. The fact that avatars could even be hacked and stolen worsened that.

   That had happened to Playmaker and Aoi had even done it to Ema. Then she recoloured and re-styled the base clothing into Blue Girl. Which is what people with decency do. Though her imagination very much shone more in Blue Angel and now Blue Maiden.

   Blue Angel was based on a pre-existing IP, true, but the design was mixed into so many headcanons and other flairs which were uniquely Aoi that most people didn’t actually realise. Blue was a common favourite colour to have after all and there were plenty of things which could be blue and, better yet, had wings just like her beloved Trickstars. Angels just so happened to fit that bill.

   As for Blue Maiden, however, the trifecta in this legacy of growing up and finding herself… Underneath the digital glamour, Aoi glowed with so much pride. She didn’t want to brag or seem vain but Blue Maiden was, one hundred per-cent, unique to her. She was born of her experiences, her memories, her values, her imagination. Her everything in short.

   Yet she was missing something.

   And Ghost Girl must have sensed that, too.

   Ghost Girl’s lips screwed up in thought as she admired Blue Maiden in the mirror. Her big debut wouldn’t be for a week so there was no rush, in theory, but Blue Maiden’s completion appeared within grasp so they may as well try to find it. So, they studied - together - what Aoi had made thus far with this brand new avatar.

   For hair length, blue Maiden was a return to form, to childhood and to Blue Angel. Merely lightened and instead done up with a more casual or mature-looking style with the half ponytail. On her cheek, she had the teardrop, inspired by the “twin ponytails” that floated above Aqua’s head. 

   Further down, as for clothing, it was clear she was harkening back to her friends and comrades with a fresh take on the skin-tight catsuit. Made modest, somehow, with additional layers - even if one of them was a mini-skirt.

   The overall atmosphere of the new avatar was determined. Not necessarily peppy but definitely determined. It was cute but not too adorable. Beautiful and pretty but not supermodel hitting the runway levels, there was, instead, some honesty to the design.

   Yet still despite, the culmination of elements harmonising, Ghost Girl and Blue Maiden concurred: something was missing. They stared at the mirror, Blue Maiden turning around and twirling, showing off her dress, leggings, and accessories from all angles. Her expression was frustrated and stormy. Especially next to Ghost Girl.

   Ignoring even the fact she was getting eyed up and down by her crush, and it wasn’t anywhere near flirtatious in nature, Blue Maiden was all pent up with aesthetic confusion.

   Her own upgrade had been so effortless. Seamless. Like she had always been that colour palette or in that outfit. It was maddening but it was exactly Ghost Girl’s touch for that intangible quality until…

   “Eureka.” Ghost Girl smirked.

   Blue Maiden could practically see the light bulb over Ghost Girl’s head as she seemed all too smug in her little ah-ha moment.

   “What is it?” Blue Maiden asked.

   Ghost Girl caressed Blue Maiden’s cheek and took her by the chin, forcing her to look at her straight on. Blue maiden was startled by the forceful affection and even more forceful gaze as Ghost Girl relished knowing something Blue Maiden didn’t in this epiphany.

   “Why, a girl’s best friend of course.” Ghost Girl said. “A little bit of lippy.”

   “You mean, lipstick?” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Of course.” Ghost Girl teased.

   She let go of Blue Maiden shrugged.

   “Makeup has the potential to be a very reliable weapon, you know.” Ghost Girl replied.

   Blue Maiden hesitated. As Zaizen Aoi, she used moisturiser and that was it. Her previous avatars flirted with the idea of a little extra, sure. Those eyelashes of Blue Angel’s were natural for all intents and purposes given that she was all pixels. But in real life, Aoi never used mascara or foundation, honestly she was fairly certain she would poke her eye out if she tried to apply eye shadow if she wasn’t careful. 

   Was lipstick going a step too far?

   Blue Maiden caught the glint of artificial light off Ghost Girl’s lips. She used lipstick and plenty of it, in a burgundy shade. Bold and saucy. It was a pretty shade that looked good on her. Aoi had, in private, thought much about Ema’s lipstick. Or her lips in general, actual. Mostly about kissing them.

   “What do you say?” Ghost Girl prompted her.

   “We can try, there’s no harm in that.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Will you let me do the honours?” Ghost Girl teased.

   “Be my guest.” Blue Maiden replied.

   Her heart pounded in her chest as she made room for Ghost Girl. Not when it mattered when Ghost Girl was intent on getting up close and personal. From mere centimetres away, Blue Maiden saw every detail of Ghost Girl’s steely grey eyes and it was enough to make her weak in the knees.

   To say nothing of how Ghost Girl handled her.

   Once more, her fingers, well, ghosted along Blue Maiden’s face, examining her cheekbones, admiring the facial structure that Aoi had given her avatar in this instance. She looked older but she had never felt younger as there were sparks of yearning on Ghost Girl’s fingertips at every touch. Every caress. And all of it eventually trained on Blue Maiden’s cupid bow lips.

   Blue Maiden felt as though she were going insane. She wasn’t sure when this attraction to her mentor began but once it started, it couldn’t be stopped. Everything about this situation seemed engineered to tease her specifically over this crush. There was no reason to feel this way but Bessho Ema was a force of nature.

   She was a beautiful and sharp, practical woman, like a secretary bird. Her laughter was mischievous and her appetite was for all the best things in life, such as hot sauce. She was miserly and self-serving but not selfish, she just knew what she liked and where her limits ought to lie. She gave the impression of intimacy with such nonchalant demeanour and yet kept everyone at arm's length.

   Even Aoi but for good reason. They were a team, mentor and mentee with a gulf of age difference between them. She had a lot to do if she was going to turn a Charisma Duelist into a treasure hunting hacker.

   Aoi appreciated the attention and the studies. That’s why she couldn’t get Ema out of her head as something more to aspire to but rather admire, as a woman in a romantic way. 

  Ugh, stupid, silly, immature, Blue Maiden bit her tongue as her thoughts whirled around in her head whilst Ghost Girl was quiet, having conversations on her own in her mind. 

   She was also ten years older than Aoi… It would never work, it was inappropriate and stupid. Yet even under the cool, mature facade of Blue Maiden, Aoi couldn’t help herself and she grasped at straws, adoring every touch and murmur no matter how fleeting as a pitiful hope that one day, she really would grow into someone Ema could be with like that.

   Ghost Girl, however, seemed oblivious to the reactions that she was giving Aoi underneath the veneer of her digital self, the near war of it all. She hummed and hawed whilst deciding the colour she ought to apply to Blue Maiden’s and then voila. She decided with a foxy smile, she gave a twinkling gesture with her other hand, she produced a tube of lipstick from thin air.

   “Tada.” Ghost Girl cheered. “What do you think?”

   She uncapped the tube and gave it a twist. The colour was revealed to be coral pink but Blue Maiden immediately noticed something incongruent with the lipstick. It was just a digital prop, not real in the slightest, and yet the product inside of the casing appeared used, with the rivulet of where lips had worn it down. 

   “Fun fact, this is a discontinued lipstick from a product placement promotion a couple years ago but I saved it just in case. I’ve experimented with it here and there but definitely have a winter complexion but you, dearest,” Ghost Girl explained, almost flirtatiously, “have a spring complexion. What do you say?”

   “I say let’s try it.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Then hold still, and pucker your lips.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden nodded and did as she was told. She felt awkward and gawky as she puckered her lips for Ghost Girl. She felt like it was a kiss left hanging - not that she would know much about that, having never kissed anyone ever despite thinking a lot about it.

   Especially with Ema.

   And oh no… Did this count?

   It was a fake lipstick in a fake lipstick tube, despite the impression Ghost Girl’s lips had left upon the wax but did this count as, like, an indirect kiss?

   Aoi had to centre herself and imagine herself cool as cool could be to stop Blue Maiden’s cheeks from reddening. She took a breath and Ghost Girl applied the lipstick to her mouth. She started on the inner ridges of her lips, where they were most pressed and crinkled together. She dabbed it on with all the precision of a makeup artist.

   “Now rub them together.” Ghost Girl told her next as she drew back ever so slightly.

   Blue Maiden smushed her lips together, twisting them side to side to spread the colour over her lips. She wondered if this, too, was like kissing. It felt strange and awkward but maybe it would be less so with a second person.

   “Okay, stop, let me re-apply.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden stopped and on went the second coat. Ghost Girl was delicate, stroking Blue Maiden’s lips at an angle with the tube, she got into the corners lightly and meanwhile, in the middle, was more heavy in sensation and attention. Her carefulness was soon rewarded, however, as the feeling of the lipstick was faint but real enough for Aoi to feel it through the sensory experience of the Link VRAINS. As a result, it felt silky and shiny. She smiled.

   “Does it look good?” she asked.

   Ghost Girl eyed her up, from head to toe and back again, then smacked her own lips together with a satisfied noise, “I think it looks perfect.”

   Blue Maiden smiled excitedly. It bubbled up through her and she felt much like a princess thanks to the application of the last dab of makeup. Ghost Girl let her go and she turned around to face the mirror. Just that little extra whip of pale pink was immediately noticeable - and changed the entire aura of Blue Maiden.

   “It looks amazing.” Blue Maiden replied, hardly containing the girlish squeal from within.

   “I’m glad.” Ghost Girl replied and she capped the tube of lipstick. “You are ready to rock and roll, kiddo. You are growing up so fast.”

   That, too, got a rise out of Blue Maiden that she had to quell for the sake of face. She nodded and stepped back.

   “Thank you, Ghost Girl, it’s all because of you.” Blue Maiden replied.

   “Aw, not quite, don’t sell yourself short, Blue Maiden.” Ghost Girl said.

   Blue Maiden got a thrill out of that too. To be called by her newest username like that, the one which was meant to symbolise the arrival of her soon-to-be adulthood. In a couple years’ time but who knows what that would look like given the battles so much closer.

   “Let’s kick ass next week, yeah?” Ghost Girl said.

   “Yeah.” Blue Maiden replied, determined.

   They logged out shortly after that exchange. With the details of Blue Maiden’s avatar finalised to Aoi’s satisfaction, there was little reason to dawdle, after all. They needed to rest up, get affairs in order, pretend that everything was going to be normal for a little while longer whilst quite the storm brewed in the near horizon.

   But until then… Aoi was happy. Satisfied. And totally crushing on Ema. Maybe even more so than before as she cherished the sensations of Ghost Girl’s hand against her face. She was so gentle, it was mesmerising.

   Aoi sighed as she flopped into the soft middle of her bed. It was tucked in the corner of her room, the lights were dim and the pink of her walls turned a dusty rose. She smiled to herself, cuddling against her old Evilswarm Mandragora and she was comforted by its familiar scent.

   Yet proved what a child she was still…

   Aoi closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, thinking about the kind of adult she wanted to become. To bring the spirations that had inspired the creation of her Blue Maiden avatar to fruition. She imagined hair growing long again and perhaps becoming the kind of woman who used makeup in the day to day. The glistening coral pink lipstick of her mouth. The kinds of freedoms afforded to only adults, a debit card and a drivers licence for a motorcycle.

   Her daydream evolved as she thought more and more about it on the brink of sleep but she knew, deep down, and it pained her heart, but a change of clothes was not equivalent to a change of mind. She would always be Ema’s little protege.

[heartysworld]

Hope || Azriel × Fem!Reader

A/N: I decided to start posting some of my old ACOTAR fics here since I'm feeling nostalgic. Keep in mind that it's been 2 years since I wrote these, so they might be a bit shabby. I'll try and find time to edit them as best as possible, bit for now enjoy these rough drafts.

Also, tell me if you prefer them in 1st or 2nd POV!

W.C:1.6k

Warnings: childbirth

My entire body was hurting,ankles swollen,back sore and constant headaches. I couldn’t complain thought. That was the price you have to pay in order to create a new life inside of you.

Azriel and I couldn’t be happier when we found out. Both of us suffered a terrible childhood,and having a loving and stable family was one of the things we dreamed of the most.

Fae children are rare,that’s why when we found out we were expecting we cried and laughed together for hours.

Right now I was in the kitchen,preparing a cake for when Az returned from a month long mission. He left when I was in the seventh month and I have grown a lot since then. It was my birthday today too,so thr only thing I wished for was a big hug from my mate,and for us to have a nice,peaceful evening.

Evevrything was finally finished and so I waited and waited for my husband to return,only to go to bed alone that night with a heavy heart and a tear-stained face. He never came home. I was worried,he would have called out for me through our bond if something important held him,but I had no news from him.

Time skip

The next morning I was awoken from the sound of the front door opening and closing. It was Az, I could feel him. With a heavy sigh I got up,putting all my energy in as my baby bump was quite the big obstacle for me.

Paddling down the stairs I went in the kitchen where the noise was coming from. There stood my husband ,a smile on his face as he looked through the cabinets for something to eat.

‘’You’re finally back !’’- I exclaimed as I gave him a big hug as much as my belly let me.

"I am back, my love. Back to my family. How's our little princess been? She's grown I can tell." - he asked,loving tone in his voice as he put his hands on my lower stomach as our baby kicked.

"Both of us missed you dearly. Seems like she can sense her father is back too." - I smiled, giving him a small kiss.

"I expected you last night, Az. You had me worried. What happened that kept you for so long?" - I asked.

"Elained asked if I could visit her, when it was time to leave  it was already late so she offered me to sleep over and come back in the morning." - he explained, a smile still on his face.

My face faltered.

"You... You went to see Elain?" - I asked again, needing to hear that sentence one more time.

"Yeah, that's what I said." - he replied.

In this moment nothing but fury resided in my body. He left me alone on my birthday to go meet with another woman!

"You left me here alone last night so you can go see Elain!" - I shouted, making Azriel jump.

"Hey, calm down. I don't see a problem, love. I'm here now am I not." - he replied, trying to take my hands in his, but I shoved him away.

"Why are you mad Y/N. Elain is my friend, I have the right to see her." - he said.

"And I'm your wife! The woman pregnant with your child! And instead of coming home to us you went to another woman!" - I screamed now.

"You being my wife doesn't mean I can't visit my friends, Y/N. If you're jealous just say it. Don't act like a child." - he raised his voice.

"I have nothing against you meeting your friends, but not friends who you have a romantic past with. Ever since I got pregnant you have been away more time than you've been home. I'm staring to feel like you're not ready to become a father. In case you've forgotten it was my birthday yesterday. That's why I expected you to come back-you promised. "-I said, my voice was starting to crack as my hormones took their turns.

" Y/N... "-started Az. His voice was laced with pain and regred.

" There's food in the bottom left cabinet if you're hungry. I'm going to bed. You can do whatever you want, go give the cake to Elain if you wish. I don't care." - I murmured as I waddled up the stairs as tears started going down my cheeks.

A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close, indicating that Azriel left. He actually left. That was the last straw as more tears appeared and I crumbled down on our bed, crying.

As if once again being able to feel my pain, my baby started kicking energetically.

"Calm down, my love. Daddy loves you. I hope he will never abandon us, or at least he will never abandon you."-I said quietly as I patted my belly.

I have fallen asleep when I was awoken late at night by a sharp pain in my lower stomach.

Fear filled me as I got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

I took off my underwear only to see a big spot of blood on it and more streaming down my legs.

"Azriel... Azriel please if you can hear me, something's wrong with our baby, there is so much blood. I'm scared. Please come back!"-I sent down for him as I came back to the ned holding my stomach as I cried.

There was no one else I could call for. The only thing I had for communication was my bond with Azriel, and he was Gods know where.

" Please baby, don't leave us so soon. We waited for you for centuries. Don't do this to us." - I cried more as I layed in our bed, pain shedding me into pieces.

I dont know how much time passed, I was barely keeping myself conscious, my breaths slow and shallow. It was then when I felt someone's presence in the room and someone else coming to my side.

"Y/N... hey look at me, love. I'm sorry it took so long to get here, I'm sorry. I brought Madja with me, everything will be alright. Please just hold on." - he said as he caressed my cheek with his rough hand.

"Azriel..." I barely got it out of me "Save our baby, if I don't make it-tell her about me..." I breathed out. "Let her know her mother loved her.... endlessly." - I finished, I was starting to see dark spots when I heard Madja speak.

"The baby's wing tore a part of the inside tissue, that's where the bleeding's from. Aside from that, it is too early for it to be born. The chances of survival are low,but I'm going to give my best." - she said as she got to work.

"Azriel."-I loomed into his beautiful eyes once again. "I'm sorry for screaming at you.... I love you. So much." - I said as I put my hand on his cheek.

"Stay with me,love. It's all my fault. I should've came back as soon as I could, and I shouldn't have left you in the morning. Stay with me, ans we'll see our beautiful girl very soon. You hear me?" - he said as he shook me so I could stay conscious.

Time skip

Hours went as I layed on the same spot in our bed as I pushed and pushed. Madja gave me some kind of tonic to keep me awake and make the pain bareable.

The rest of our friends winnowed in soon after Azriel arrived. Feyre was at my side, guiding me through the process. Azriel went out of the room after lots of convincing from me. He needed a break from the awful scene before him.

I have no idea how much longer it went before I heard a small cry echo in the room as I felt instant relief. My body healed itself hours ago, but our baby was still very small and hard to take out.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as they put her against my chest. She was so small, smaller than normal, but she was here and she was alive.

Both of us fell asleep before seeing Azriel, I was too tired to keep my eyes open, much rest was needed.

I don't know for how long I slept but when I woke up I was greeted by the beautiful sight of my husband holding our daughter, whispering sweet nothing to her as he showered her with kisses.

"Azriel." - I said as his head snapped in my direction. He slowly came to my side, nestling the small child in my hands.

"I am so sorry for what happened yesterday Y/N. I want you to know that I love you much. I never intended to hurt you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." - he said, giving my forehead a kiss.

"I'm sorry too, Az. I was tired and on edge. And when you told me where you went I lost it. I hope you can forgive me too." - I said, offering a small smile.

"So... have you thought of any names?" - he asked, looking at our daughter once again.

"Hope, I want to name her Hope. Because she's what will give us power and will to keep going. For her." - I said.

"So Hope be it." - he said as he kissed me again.

We spent the rest of the day enjoying our new addition to our family and thinking about tje bright future that waited for us.

If you're interested in more of my fics let me know!

[manonamora-if]

June Check-In

My time as a benevolent tropical dictator has ended... time for some resource management retirement.

Bouncing for the summer. ✌️ I may or may not be online during that time. I'm not going in too much details, because it is IRL stuff that doesn't involve just me. I should still have some free time, but not as much as now. You may (probably will) catch random drops on itch.

Onto the usual index:

Recap of last month’s progress

Plan for the next month

The mega to-do-list tm that hasn't really changed.

Still long post under the break. If you want a mini version, head on over to itch.io as usual!

May Progress

Pulling out THE LIST from last month and checking the progress:

Play more games ✅

It's always a check because... there's always a jam we're doing with the @neointeractives, so there's always something to play. Anyways... this month fed be real good. Between the SpringThing (still not done reviewing), the Text Adventure Literacy Jam (have to queue my reviews - I placed third!!), the Dialogue Jam (you can read my thoughts here), the Locus Jam (lookie here), and the REALLY BAD IF jam (it's going to take me a while still)... there was a lot! But also a lot of fun!it also, unfortunately, gave me way too many new ideas...

Oh. It's also been one full year since I started writing reviews! And I've reached the 2nd spot on the IFDB ranking! Over 500 reviews to get there...

Code Chapter 6/Endings❌

MelS is still working on those, chipping away at the pages bit by bit, trying make that last chapter the best final chapter possible. But there are a lot of pages to go through... he's doing his best!

Fixing an older games. ❌

I mean, I bug-fixed my TALP entry, but I don't think that count (and there's some more stuff I could edit too). I've been too busy/all over the place to sit down and go back at it.

Write the next Chapter/Scene of a WIP✅❌

Well, yes and no. I've been revisiting Exquisite Cadaver in the hope of finishing it for real (but I got distracted...), and re-reading it... I've CRINGED SO HARD AT THE WRITING. Like :/ it's so not great.

So before we can make substantial progress in the missing rounds, I will:

re-write the already coded rounds (and fix the insane amount of typos

re-code them (duh)

edit the Interface (the template is a bit all over the place)

fix some other code

other stuff I'm forgetting for sure.

The prologue is completely done, and I've started on the rounds. I think I'll update the game when the re-writes are done. Then do an Interface/code uphaul. Then add more rounds (or switch 1 and 2).

I'm trying to keep this for this summer. That would be good. I think I could even finish it (knock on wood and what not).

What else happened this month????

Well, the organisation of the Locus Jam and the REALLY BAD IF, and setting up Neo-Twiny once again (@neo-twiny-jam). That's... a lot more work than just pressing some buttons 😅

On the writing side, I've written a novel as a Post-Mortem for Jeangille. You can find it here.

More writing... Well, I've mentioned being distracted a few times already this month? That's because... I've gone a bit overboard with tiny stuff. Here's what you may have missed:

I PROMISE I AM WORKING ON THE GAME (Locus/RBIF - binksi)

the 500 rooms game (RBIF - Inform)

Tomato Tomato (RBVN/bitsy jam - binksi - will be made better)

Cloak of Darkness (porting to multiple IF programs -> source code included to see how an engine works)

So hum... yeah. Not super great on the plan. The more I push it, the less I manage... But also I made fun stuff so...

Maybe on really cool thing coming out of this month is... GETTING THIRD PLACE FOR Lysidice and the Minotaur! With a strong average of 4!!! Which is SO MUCH BETTER THAN LAST YEAR!!!

The PLANtm for June

I won't have Tropico or most of my Steam Library to distract me in the next month. I actually will have a lot of IRL stuff to deal with. Aside from dealing with the Neo-Twiny Jam and Anti-Romance Jam organisation, you will probably not hear much from me.

Still, during down time, I would try to:

Play more games: I need to finish my RBIF thread, and start the Neo-Twiny one (if it's like last year, better start early!). And finish the reviews to the previous comps too.

Code Chapter 6/Endings: Still on MelS. Though I still could do some stuff... I've been putting it off since he's not made as much progress as we'd hoped.

Fixing an older games. Well, I'm re-writing Exquisite Cadaver, if I manage that and the Interface, that goal will be filled. Or the Tomato Tomato one.

Write the next Chapter/Scene of a WIP. And if I could manage to write one more game round for EC, we'll be golden!

Let's have a boring month! For realsies.

I'm also planning on just... logging off from the internet for long periods of time (the IRL stuff).

~

The 2024 To-Do List:

And now we're back at the start... SIGH

The hopefully maybe easy to handle To-Do:

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match (waiting for Adventuron to get the French language)

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (giving up on the translation)

fixing the interface of LPM and the popups + check animal interactions

figure out the One-Button JavaScrip/jQuery issue...

edit the loading screens of the completed tiny games to include the program/format logo at least.

The 'Need a Bunch of Content to update but it's planned!' To-Do:

Update my website (bunch new title - also I don't think the logo clicky thing work...) + redo my itch page (un-stricking cause I need to update it)

Finish TTATEH (MelS dependent)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (half-way mark by this summer - manif)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (main path at least)

Update CRWL (it's been almost two years... I'm ashamed)

The Unlikely But it Would be Dope To-Do

Finish The Dinner as it was planned (and translate)

Finish In the Blink of an Eye as it was planned (and retranslate)

Finish The Rye in the Dark City

Fixing TTTT (at least fixing, maybe try adding some storylets)

And finally The 'It's impossible, but one can wish' TO-DO:

Remaster SPS IH (if I managed to start this after completing the rest... I'm going to eat a whole sheet cake).

Start the IFComp project (2025? Might end up being a ST?)

[elizabethplaid]

Tired after a long day - April 23, 2024

Woke to morning greetings around 7ish, then fell back asleep before 9. Had specifically set my alarm to 10:30. Snoozed a few times but did wake. But then, I was having anxiety shakes - specifically, the kind that are like my muscles seizing involuntarily, like doing stomach crunches. Did my best to breathe and talk myself through it. Sometime after noon, I was able to get out of bed. (Moscow helped a bit, too. I fought harder against the shaking, so I wouldn't squish her.)

Lots lots lots of talking myself through each step. I got through it all okay, but it felt so rough. More play-by-play commentary below the cut.

Took meds at home; got food at the gas station; was right on-time. Breakfast-lunch was decent, though not ideal: cinnamon bun-twist and a blueberry scone, plus a bottle of Dunkin iced coffee and my usual soda.

Put on this video of ADHD music (uses isochronic tones) as soon as I started up my computer. It's a strong but soothing rhythm, without being too harsh. Very good for regulating myself, setting a steady pace.

I had Since (my bear) and my Woolrich sweater with me, so I spent a lot of the day just hugging her and trying to resist doing stomach crunches. (It's very rare that I do those while not in bed, if I get them at all.)

The fluorescent lights were harsh on my eyes. After I was able to calm down, maybe after 2 hours-ish, I was okay to have my eyes open.

Managed some limited small-talk with some folks. LL-J is always easier to talk to, though she gave me space to calm myself. Nearly tripped on my laptop's power cord, as I got up to shelve some books, oops.

LL-J went home not long after 4, and I said I'd be good til closing (6pm). Well, I made it to just before 5pm, and my body said it wanted me to go home, like I said earlier. (I don't like being in the bathroom for a long time if there's no one else in the library/building.)

Got home and got settled. Had to lay down after, because I felt so unnerved and tired from earlier in the day. Texted a couple friends to tell them what happened. Said I was getting my "socialization quota" (paraphrased) by checking in with them, which is true.

I kinda wanted to "brag" about how well I weathered the anxiety, though I wasn't ready to post to tumblr yet. I'll be bragging again tomorrow in counseling. I scheduled -that- for a phone appointment even before I left the house! Woo! LL-J joked about giving me a gold star sticker for my accomplishments, but I really did feel good about weathering it all today. It's still tough to appreciate it when you're -right- in the middle of things, though.

So yeah, laid in bed for a couple hours, mostly reading alien romance novels. Finished one and started another (the 3rd and 4th in the series). I love how each book focuses on a different couple that is aboard this space ship. So they all know one another and interact with each other. The ML of the 4th book was a close friend of the FLs in the 2nd and 3rd books (sisters), and now we get to see him shine. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, that they're interconnected but not completely blood-related.

[I don't know if there's an over-arching title for the series, but it's by Nancey Cummings, on the Readict app. The titles are Paax (1), Kalen (2), Mylomon (3), and Vox (4). I think #5 goes back to Paax, and then there's 5 other dudes' stories. They're usually about 20-25 chapters. The stories are set in war, with the continuous themes of medical experiments, eugenics, and human-alien... *ahem* "relations". Vox is my fav so far, because he's an otaku for human culture and very friendly.]

[ive-got-the-issues]

he didnt know he was cumming till his 2nd 1/2 cum shot, and he was trying to get me off his dick since i told him not to cum in my mouth but i kept sucking his dick since he already came in my mouth. he finished and i spit it out and he apologized he didnt realize. i was sucking the soul out of this man, he was enjoying it so much, i think i made him realize he liked some stuff he hadnt had done to him before. he made some shocked and surprised "ohs?" it was funny. we kept making out, he was such a good kisser. i wish i wouldve had him eat me out. he wanted to fuck so bad but he didnt have a condom. i told him "well at least you werent really expecting sex" i did tell him how i thought he was going to lag or that this was just all for sex and insisted saying "thats not what this is, i wanted to hang out" yeah okay. he kept wanting to go to his back seat but i said no bc i didnt want to climb in the back and bc i had docs on and i didnt want to take them off. i eventually got my blanket from my car bc we were kinda cold. since i didnt want to fuck him without a condom he said he could still finger me. it was so hard and hot. made me squirt twice. i covered my face and got into a ball bc i was so sensitive and he started giggling and telling me not to get all shy on him. he uncovered my face and kissed me. he was so cute with kissing. we went cak to cuddling after he fingered me, it was so nice cuddling with him. i told him he seemed like hes really nice to cuddle with. he was so cute and we had similar piercings and tattoos. we started making out again and i sucked his dick for a 3rd time, i was sucking out his soul fr fr, giving him that glug glug 3000 LMAOOOOO. he enjoyed it very much. i hate that when we kept making out he was of course choking me and it was so hot, he whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck the shit out of me. i hate that he said that bc we're never fucking. like damn dude easy pussy right here, i sucked your dick and made you cum 3 times. he kept giving me little kisses all over my face. it was so cute i just wanted to melt and turn to mush. he was so gentle but yet so rough. we parted ways, as a goodbye we made out and he shook my hand after since i bagged on him about it. when i got home i messaged him to let him know like he told me to. he said thank you and that he said same here about having a good time. i told him the next morning in response to his message that he could take off my make up and other things annnyytime and he left me on delivered most of the day then left me on read. i knew that was it. i went to hinge and our convo was gone, i knew he had unmatched me of blocked me. he stilled followed me on ig. i gave in as the thirsty bitch i am and i told him if he wanted to hang out again on our days off and so we could be more prepared to fuck and i said if not that i understood and there was no hard feelings. he responded so vague, i told him "So vague" and he left me on seen. the next day he unfollowed me on ig, but he left me as a follower. i know its stupid bc i barely talked to him but i did like his company, maybe even had developed a tiny crush. i know that was super soon but those 4 hours we hung out for were really fun, nice, cute, and so fucking hot. i wish he wouldve just been honest that he only wanted sex. why say "now you know someone else out here" why say "yeah lets go pick up weed" why makes plans??? i dont understand. idk why but it did really crush me that he unmatched me and unfollowed me. i was at least hoping we'd at least fuck. he wouldve been a really cool friend to have. i want to message him so bad but no i cant, i dont want to seem desperate or clingy or seem like a stalker. if he posts anything ill like it, lets see if he'll remove me. i want to run into him just to see how he reacts but also i dont want to see him. but who am i kidding. i wish i could see him again, i want to hang out, i want to cuddle him, kiss him, suck his dick, fuck him. i wish i wouldve had condoms.

[itsgothgirlthyme]

shrunk/tiny!steve x human!y/n

4-5inch tiny!steve (how it all happened one shot)

lil bit of angst

fearplay

swearing

lil bit of gore description (don’t worry, it’s a tiny demogorgon it can’t hurt you </3)

written in 2nd person

grammar isn’t amazing </3

info:

kinda based on a plot? i’m just writing when i feel like it and then hit post.

origins on the au on how it all happened.

y/n and steve just wanted to go to skull rock :,)

word count: 2,316

It was nightfall as you two walked along lovers lake. Stepping over the rocks by the lakeside and using moonlight to guide you. The night was cool as you both wore your jackets. His arm around your shoulder eventually as he listened to you talk about work. The stress and rewards of it.

You managed to almost trip over a rock which he managed to catch you in time. Hands holding you around your waist from the fall. The laughter that arose made both your hearts flutter. Damn it, you were at lovers lake for a reason, right? To finally have a concrete answer for every time you fumbled when people asked what you two were.

“Steve,” You laughed.

You’d stopped by a tree, closer to the thick of the woods. You’d started to follow him since he said he “knew a spot” for something you both knew you were wanting.

Steve hummed in return looking down at you.

“Can we just— take a second?” You asked through a breath.

Your heart was beating incredibly quickly from the nerves and excitement but also from the distance. Yes, you had put in a jog or two into your schedule but this felt like a hike. After being hunted by monsters for years you relied on your adrenaline to get you out of bad situations. Not athletics, that’s why Steve was there.

“You have stupidly long legs, and—,” You paused and lunged with your legs. “Have this stupid stride,” You emphasized and tapped your legs.

“I thought you liked walking behind me” Steve quipped with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and stood up again.

“To use you as a shield, yeah,” You said with a grin.

He gave you an expression of hurt all over his face. Before another word could escape either of your mouths to deepen metaphorical wounds, a fizzing sound hit your ears.

You snapped your eyes towards the thick of the forest to be met with darkness. You went cold as Steve took a step ahead of you. Your hand glided up his arm and you gave it a squeeze. You really didn’t need him running off to fight an evil or coyote.

You’d only seen the side of his face as he looked back at you. Giving you a nervous smile because he really didn’t want tonight to be ruined.

“I’m just going to check it out,” Steve said and took a step forward. “To make sure a serial killer doesn’t watch us—,” He never got to finish as you pulled him back.

He almost fell backwards because of your steel grip but you didn’t care.

“What’s wrong with you?” You hissed. Annoyed, this idiot didn’t understand you did NOT want him to leave you alone. Especially leaving him alone.

“It’ll be a minute, just— give me your switchblade if it makes you feel better,” He compromised. He watched you curiously as you put your hand to your back pocket.

You grumbled about him trying to die before having your guys’ first date. Huffing when you handed it to him, him taking it.

“I’m coming with you,” You insisted before hooking your arms together.

“What? No,” Steve said as he stopped your walk.

“What? Yes,” You said back and took another step forward.

He said your name and you only ignored him. He sighed and the two of you were walking into the deeper part of the woods. A chill ran down your spine with every step. Steve’s left hand held the pocket knife with the blade out.

“Y’know I’m not left-handed,” He said.

“Then give it to me,” You said as you looked around you. Trying to make out the dark shapes in the forest as you heard a snap here and there.

Steve shut up. Defeated by your stubbornness but it made him feel a little good. You’d dragged the both of you to possibly die. He felt stupid for thinking it. Though once he looked down at you he couldn’t help but smile.

You hadn’t noticed as you saw a large shape covered in the shadows. No scratch that, a shed in the middle of the woods. It had to have been maybe thirty feet away from you. Steve stopped his walk and looked at you. Meeting your eyes as you shook your head.

“It’ll be a minute, okay? Just making sure there’s no creeps in the forest,” Steve assured you as you let out a sigh.

You slowly released your grip on his arm wishing

you hadn't already. He gave you a side glance before smiling again. Soon enough you watched him walk past a tree and another. The darkness enveloping him ever so slowly. Hugging yourself as you watched him walk off.

…

It was a minute and there was silence.

You shivered from the tree you were leaning on.

You’d give him another minute.

—

It was two minutes and you frowned.

Eyes darting left and right hoping you weren’t about to get jumped.

One more minute.

—

It was two minutes and twenty—

Oh hell no, you were going in.

If this was a stupid prank he was dead.

—

Past the snaps from branches and paranoia you made it to the shed. The tool shed’s door was cracked open which revealed a yellow hue of light.

Terrified of saying a word you pushed the door open. The wood creaking open under your touch you blinked at what you were seeing. It wasn’t as cramped as you imagined but empty. Light came from a lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.

One of the lowest shelves which only took the width of your arm to get there, held a metal box. On top of it a pod with green and yellow lights was popping out of the box.

A toolbox sat on another shelf and it was quiet, too quiet. That was until you heard your name screamed from a distance.

“Steve?” You said and looked behind you. The night hid anything in the forest. Though you never saw Steve leave and—

There it was again, your name. It sounded so distant and desperate. Your heart raced in your chest looking back inside.

Taking a step inside the floorboards creaked under your feet. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t a window you missed. There weren’t any openings, and you felt your heart sink to your stomach.

Bile leading up to your throat with your heart banging against your chest. Is that what the Upside Down stuff was like? You remembered Mrs.Byers talking about Will and how he—

There it was again, your name along with something else. A screeching noise.

The clicking and screeching of the monster you killed. The small space felt suffocating when the face of the demogorgon hit you.

This could NOT be happening.

You walked over to the toolbox and quickly grabbed a wrench. The cool metal under your hand as you heard the screeching much closer to you. Your brows furrowed as you slowly looked down.

“What the hell?” You said wide eyed.

Right on the wooden boards there ran a few inch tall demogoron right past you. The long limbed and open flapped face that haunts your nightmares was tiny. Too many questions rushed to your head as you heard a shout.

A very human shout.

You followed where the monster was running off to and your jaw dropped. Steve sprinting for his life at a couple inches tall from the demogorgon.

Quickly without thinking your foot was over the demogorgon. The bottom of your shoes stomping down on the monster. No room for escape, the demogorgon was crushed under your shoe. The wet sound of flesh crushed under your foot made you grimace.

“Gross,” You muttered.

Brushing your shoe up against the ground on a different spot. Trying to get rid of the goo, only to realize what the hell you just saw.

You snapped your head back to where you’d seen Steve. He wasn’t even looking, up, at you when you said his name. His brown eyes wide at the mess you made under your shoe. You placed the wrench on a shelf.

“Steve,” You said and walked over to him.

The steps meant nothing to you but the thuds were loud and clear to him. He started to walk backwards but managed to trip. He fell back and looked up at you. You decided to sit in front of him with your hands coming from both sides of him.

“Steve, you okay?” You asked which made him flinch.

His eyes all over your hands closing in on him. He felt so trapped and suffocated in the dim lit room. Your shadow covered up most of the light and he felt so numb.

Noticing he had no reaction to anything you stopped. Your heart sunk, it seemed he was trying to handle this. You pulled your hands back and looked back up at the shelf.

Confusion written all over your face as you got up. Staring at the half opened box, there was cracked glass on top of the metal. You reached your hand to open up the lid even more.

“Stop! Don’t touch that!” Steve yelled and you paused.

Eyes flicking back to him you saw he was standing again. He looked terrified to say the least but seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

“Okay,” You said and put your hand down.

“Are you okay?” You asked crouching down to him again.

This time looking for any wounds on him. He was studying you but from the perspective of being a couple inches tall. Every motion you made startled him. Your body shielding him from any other view.

“I don’t know,” He answered truthfully with a hand running through his hair.

He stared at the ground as he started to pace.

“I mean, we’ve dealt with crazy, and I mean crazy stuff. But- but this,” His spiraling freaked you out.

“This is just crazy, right?” He asked, looking up at you again. Those stupidly pretty eyes staring right in to yours.

“It’s crazy,” You confirmed. “But it doesn’t make it any less real,” You added and he let out a laugh.

“Thank you, for confirming the crazy,” He scoffed with his hands on hips.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Pinching the bridge of your nose as if to help the comebacks stay in your head. Steve was going through some hysteria and you couldn’t use sarcasm to come back at it.

Steve’s ramblings turned louder with every step he took. His heart beating in his ears as you watched painfully.

You said his name multiple times but you’d lost him. Again. Swearing at yourself you inched closer to him.

“… and I’m going to be tiny forever till I-,” He shouted but cut himself off.

The heat from the palm of your hands enveloped him. It was familiar in ways but never had he fit in the palm of your hands. Your hands were cupped around him acting as a chair of sorts. He didn’t know what to say as he faced you.

His mind was going to explode.

“Steve,” You said quietly.

Fingers propping his back up as he was nestled there. He was tense under your gaze as every part of his body froze.

“Can you just breathe for a second?” You asked, fighting off the look of pity in your eyes.

“Breath for a second?” He questioned with his voice raised but he flinched.

His face dropped as he muttered something to himself. He took a deep breath out his mouth and placed his hand on one of your fingers. His face softened as continued his breathing.

You on the other hand we’re trying not to lose it either. Heart beating loud and clear. Your neck aching from you craning down to look at Steve already. The gross gunk on your shoe served as a reminder that a demogorgon was even in the same dimension as you.

You needed to leave before you lost the air in your lungs. Both of you needed to clear your minds. Slowly you got up. Steve blinked his eyes rapidly down at the ground shrinking beneath him.

“WOAH WOAH,” He shouted as he backed into the palm of your hands.

“Sorry I just…” You started and looked around in the small shed. A chill making up to your spine afraid you would see something you didn’t want to.

Blinking away watery eyes you looked back at the metal box. It was untouched like Steve requested and you assumed it’s what made him this way. Though they couldn’t leave it, right?

Oh god. What would happen to Steve now? You managed to squish the last thing closest to his height with your shoe. Would he ever go back to normal? What if something horrible happened to him?

The questions darting off from one to the next. Chest feeling tight as you held the fragile life in your hands. You held him closer to your face with him staring back at you.

The details of your face magnified in his gaze and damn you were pretty. Hands holding on to your fingertips to prevent him from falling. Your breath hitting his face as he blinked at you. His heart rammed in his chest.

“Let's just go home, okay?” You asked softly.

Home.

“Yeah,” He nodded slowly.

Once the love gazes were over you held him close to your chest. Terrified of possibly dropping him. He must have felt the same because despite being shielded from the forest pressed up against your chest. He gripped onto your jacket for dear life. Perhaps for himself to feel safety or have a grip on reality. Your heartbeat being one of the few things he noticed in his state.

You didn’t dare to speak or walk too fast.

What the fuck just happened?

a/n

psst— here is more

[m0e-ru]

👀👀 also i just want to say thank you! i really got into P4 this year and finding your work only amplified my love for it. mim became like my 2nd favorite character all because of you also the stage play it really lives in my head rent free. i love your art and writings, your work has turned a special interest into an even more special one.

hi yeah I read this morning I was tearing up a bit sorrry for being an emotional baby I dont get love letters often maybe thats why im full of love . in exchange. thank yo thankyou for all the nice words it means a lot. here’s A LOT in return. with commentary because it um. was too much for the tags

okay this one was one of the drafts for my 3/20 art this year there was like. four drafts till i settled on this one then went SIKE 🏌️🏌️🏌️ you're doing the dual type ones ( the magazine ones i ended up posting )

MIDNIGHT TV STATION REAL !??? anyway here’s just shadow yukiko and iznmi interaction it’s not finished since there’s no backgrounds yet I swear there are. I did this alll the way back in feb I think and just kept polishing it bit by bit throuhgout the year and it’s STILL not done yet. the horrors came in I couldnt work on bigger pieces anymore since they wouldnt even get FINISHED anyway 💥💥💥 there’s also a s.kanji one but those are a bunch of blobs and text in shorthand mim is such a jokester asking questions n shit to twist people’s heads but yukiko’s just so sweet she really means what she says yknow like this is supposed to be the start of mim remembering what humanity is besides the mindless and selfish desires that technically gave birth to them after tearing them apart from the whole they once were. the LAST few TV stations these women were asking shit like ohhh can we hang a noose here ohhhhhhhh I want it to smell like liquor and rust and this girl was like can I have a castle !!!! can I wear a big pink frilly dress and hold a mic to push my human self’s buttons I think it could work

yeah these are my plans for the m.inaba arc for gsaslau and FUCK IM SO MAD I WAS WRITING ON THE TUMBLR EDITOR BUT IT FUCKED UP THE FORMATTING AND A WHOLE CHUNK OF TEXT IS GONE sorry this post is gonna be a lot longer than it should be okay ! gsaslau Magatsu Inaba arc. Adachi’s besties with the attendant but Mim decides they’re done with the attendant facade and erases everyone’s memories of the guy. They did a bad job at it though so Adachi’s stuck with the awareness that he has a hole in his life that could’ve been avoided if someone did a better job at cleaning up everything that reminds him of memories he’s going insane over thinking they exist when they DON’T to literally everyone else. He makes a deal with the fog to be god’s prohpet and usher in the New World as its Fool so it gives him the answer to whether or not his memories are real and worth bringing back a guy he thinks is dead. Souji tries to stop him and as much as Adachi’s trying to hide his true intentions under the guise he’s justifying himself as a bad guy this whole time, he kinda snaps under pressure that a bunch of kids are being able to stop him despite the help of a god and a world he can manipulate. Mim’s plan was to wait for his Shadow to take over so his body’s properties would be enough for him to become a vessel to manifest Ame-no-Sagiri. But THAT doesn’t happen so they did plan B: go force the power of Persona and wear it like a costume enough to hide their face to stop further awakening more memories that could throw the whole deal off. Souji recognizes that it isn’t the power of Persona so he demands god to stop using their powers through a human just to hide from something, it’s putting the guy in enough pain already. Mim agrees to leave and Adachi’s Shadow finally takes over anddd and yeah I could make a separate post about my writing I wish I had more time and energy for things

okay this one looks simple it’s likeee a manga that was supposed to be a companion piece to some writing that also didn’t get finished. so. I could share that but they’re non proofread discord messages but I promise the draft is there the context is that they’re in Okina and they try out the gacha machines. Mim’s genuinely having fun but they pull a teru teru bozu which um. remind them they’re supposed to dutiful god. like they look like a teru teru bozu. and that they’re supposed to treat this as an experiment to see humans’ true desires so they just shove it to Adachi who harmlessly relates it to them because it honestly looks stupid annd the whole tension dissipates.

here's also a bit of writing alll the way back in feb. i guess the context would be episode 13 and 14 where nanako leaves her loveline umbrella with the fox except this time she doesnt get wet since she had a pit stop at the gas station yaayy :mimyay:

The little girl left her umbrella by the torii with the fox as a gesture of her kind heart. Then she hugged the plastic bag in her arms and began to run straight home.

The rain was pouring hard! The summer wasn't as kind as her, nor would the crashing showers that would come after days of blazing heat.

Every step she took quickly became squickly and soggy as her shoes and socks were already soaked through. Her pigtails were getting heavy and her bangs almost covered her eyes. Just then, she heard a voice in the rain. But before she could look, she slipped forward.

"Ah!" Nanako gasped as she let go of the bag and braced for impact, but heard another "ah-h!" as she was quickly hoisted up with an arm wrapped around her chest, picking her up and felt another arm underneath support her. Her chin now on broad red shoulders that smelled faintly of car exhaust and gas amidst the rain.

The splashing of shoes on the wet pavement along with the crinkling sounds of a plastic bag was heard. Nanako was more worried of whose perfectly dry clothes she drenched with her sopping wet ones.

"You okay, little kiddo?" a familiar voice asked as she was gently set down on dry concrete away from the rain.

"I'm okay," she said, wiping her bangs and looking straight at the stranger in front of her.

It was Moel's gas station attendant, the one Souji works with. "Ah, you're big bro's big b--" she quickly shook her head, "I-I mean, big bro's senpai."

"Heh," the crouched man laughed weakly, it even seemed like he forced that smirk. "I work here too, y'know? Little customer."

"Oh, I'm sorry. And thank you, mister attendant."

"You're welcome, and don't worry about it. 'S not like I'm too mad about it."

An awkward air accompanied the scents of lingering exhaust from the last car and the petrichor from the rain. Although Nanako didn't feel any of this, just to say. It's always been like this with big bro’s senpai, at least how it's been with just Nanako herself. Like right now.

The man continued to crouch and adjust his hat. "Well, you're a silly girl. Why's someone with flowers all over her papers running around in the rain?"

Dunno how long, but I hope you haven't been running around like this for too long. I know you live nearby but your big bro's gonna have to take care of you if you get sick!--I mean, he'll always take care of you. He's a good kid.

If you were out long, I'm impressed how much of this you kept dry! …Just hoped you could've done the same for yourself, hehe.

Ah, but knowledge's different than wisdom, or whatever mister detective said. Hm, he even said I had neither! Maybe that's why I didn't know?

Uh…well….the fox by the shrine…. it was getting wet, so I…

Hm…

Heh, 'can see how you and that kiddo really are alike, little kiddo.

and SURPRISE !!! i found this lying around i thoughtt id add it here because youre so nice and it's so lovely to see you in my notifs all the time THIS IS A JUMPSCARE FOR EVERYONE ELSE sorrryyyy sorry

[aliciaandandrea]

Family Friend - Zayn Oneshot Part 2 (FULL)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Damn okay it has been 7 years since I posted the part 2 preview of this oneshot. I haven’t been active on tumblr for a couple of years so this might be weird for my new followers, and I don’t even know if people still read smut now a days. But I’ve gotten notifications about people liking the posts on this series plus I received messages about the full part 2 of this series over the years. So to those people who messaged me and/or for those people who wanted an update, this is for you (just a disclaimer: I was 18 when I wrote the preview and am now 25...so if this is cringy or you think I’ve lost my touch, I apologize LOL):

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It has been a week since the cottage and I haven’t heard from Zayn since. I should have saw it coming. We almost hooked up, but I’m glad we didn’t, especially with that attitude of his. I was going through my phone and I decided to text Shawn, who’s been my crush before Zayn entered back into the picture.

“Heyy Shawn…” I texted him. “Hey Y/N :) Whats up?” he texted back. “Bored as always, you?” I asked “Same, I feel like we haven’t hung out at all this summer :(” he wrote. “lol thats because we haven’t” I texted. “Well let me make it up to you. My friend and his gf are goin to the movies tonight and asked if I wanted to go…I don’t wanna be the third wheel…do you wanna join?”he texted me. Did this guy just ask me out? “I’d love to :), just text me the details.” I texted back. And he did just that. I put on my low cut grey graphic tank with a black bralette under it and my black maxi skirt, while putting my hair up in a half up-do and keeping my makeup natural.

Before I could touch up my doorbell rang. I opened the door thinking it was Shawn but then stormed inside Zayn with no explanation. “What do you want?” I said bitterly as I closed the door after he walked inside. “You can’t fucking call me back?” he said looking at me. “What the hell are you talking about Zayn” I said walking up to him. “What do you call this?” he said tossing me his phone. On the screen was his call log, He’s called me once every day, except..that wasn’t my number. It was a fake one I gave as a joke when he asked for it one day. “Zayn that's not my number,” I said giving back his phone. “What the fuck is your problem then? You know I have fucking feelings for you !” He said fed up. I didn't know what to say. He just told me he had feelings for me. “Zayn..I..” I said trying to hold his hand but he pulled it away and turned away from me. “Fine. You wanna behave like that go ahead. And don't fucking tell me that I’m playing you. You’ve been teasing me ever since you found out that I liked you and then you almost hookup with me leaving me with a hickey that was hard to explain at dinner with mine and your parents and then you don't even fucking talk or try to reach out to me in a week. Don’t you even go there.” I said angrily. At this point we were both pissed. We managed to both profess our feelings and hatred towards each other…all at the same time. We were going to either end up fucking on my couch or wrestle on it. “Did you not see the phone calls that I supposedly made out to you. And why the fuck have I been hearing from people that you’ve been sleeping around with other guys?” “What the fuck Zayn? You hear anything you want to believe don't you. This entire time I’ve been thinking of you, you idiot.” I said as he chuckled. He composed himself then stared at me, “Where the fuck are you going?” “To the movies..with Shawn.” I said looking down. “And this is what I’m talking about, you’re going out with a loser and trying to get laid with that outfit.” he said as his body tensed up, looking up and down at me. At that point I was pissed, but I was not going to let that jerk ruin my night. We both stared at each other angrily. My ringtone broke the silence, Shawn was calling me. “Hey Shawn,” I said out loud for Zayn to here as I glared at him. He shot me an irritated look. “Yeah I’ll be there soon, can’t wait to finally see you,” I flirted with Shawn making Zayn jealous. “Yeah its been a long time,” I said as I ‘accidentally’ put my phone on speaker so Zayn could hear. “Maybe you could stay over for breakfast,” Shawn joked but that's when Zayn snapped. He grabbed my phone, hung it up and threw it onto the couch. He looked at me with a lustful look as I furrowed my eyebrows at him, but was secretly loving the fact that he was jealous. Jealous Zayn was probably my favorite Zayn. “That’s it,” he growled at me as he threw me over his shoulder. “Zayn put me down!! What the fuck are you doing??” I said playing victim, even though I knew what he was going to do. “Something I should have done a long time ago.” Zayn said as he kicked the door shut and threw me onto my bed. “I don’t know what you think you’re about to do right now, but I’ve got a date to get to tonight” I said eyeing him as he climbed on top of me. “Yeah?”. Zayn asked as he bit my bottom lip causing me to let out a little whimper, “What was his name again?”, Zayn asked as he was kissing my jawline and biting the sensitive area. I blanked out for a good few seconds, wanting to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, but I couldn’t let him win this one. “Ohh yess Shawn..” I moaned to irritate Zayn while pulling his hair. He stared me down but before we could continue, the doorbell rang. “Fuck”, Zayn said as he got off me. Zayn got to the door before I could and of course there was Shawn looking confused as to why there was a man at my house with disheveled hair.

“Hey Y/N..” Shawn said to me, as Zayn stared daggers. “Can we help you?” Zayn asked, "We’re in the middle of something important, so it’d be great if you can, I don’t know, fuck off?” he continued with a smirk. “Sorry, Shawn, I’m ready we can go,” I said to him before turning back to get my bag. “I don’t know where you think you’re going,” Zayn said looking at me before turning back to Shawn. “You know what, maybe we can go out another time, I didn’t realize - ...” Shawn started to say before getting rudely interrupted by Zayn who said “Didn’t realize what? That she already had a boyfriend? Fuck off now will you.” Zayn shuts the door on Shawn, and blocks me from trying to open it.

“What the fuck are you doing Zayn?” I asked trying to move him to open the door. He gently grabs my wrists and looked into my eyes, “We need to finish what we started”, he says hungrily. I manage to free my wrists, push Zayn against the door, then proceed to walk away from him, “In your dreams“ I say flipping him off from behind me. Before I know it Zayn has picked me up bridal style and is taking me back to my bed. We’ve reached a point where we both want this to happen, as deep down we knew something had to be done with the intense sexual tension between us. I was torn between wanting to fuck like wild animals vs wanting to make slow and passionate love, to take our time and explore each other with the limited time frame we had. As if he read my mind, “Slow or rough?” Zayn asks as we arrive at the foot of the bed.

“Both”, I said as Zayn dropped me on top of the bed for the 2nd time tonight. He stood over me, slowly taking off his Denim Jacket, leaving him in his baggy grey t-shirt and black jeans. I looked at him impatiently, wanting to help him get out of his clothes, but he just smirked at me and said “Well, you said both”. Fine, he can take his time, but I’m not gonna wait any longer as I knew my parents were coming back home from their night out. I knelt on the bed in-front of him taking off my low cut grey graphic tank revealing the lacy black bralette under it, then pushed my girls into him aching for him to touch me. But he just stood there staring into my eyes, as he took off his baggy grey t-shirt. “What is he doing”, I thought to myself, “What are WE doing, playing follow the leader?”. It was getting too much for me, I needed him. I grabbed his face but decided to tease him by gently having our lips barely touch. “We don’t have much time, my parents might come home soon”, I whispered against his lips, desperate for him to give in. “What?” he said pulling back a little. “My parents might be home soon, plus -” Zayn stops me from continuing. “I want to take my time with you. And I know you need all of me. If we’re going to this, I don’t want a few minutes with you, I want you for as long as I can have you.” Zayn says holding my face. Look I know I could have shut my mouth and not brought up the fact that my parents were going to come home soon, but I couldn’t risk having them walk in on us like they almost had when we were at the cottage.

We both redressed and I walked Zayn to the door, as I needed Zayn to leave before my parents got back. “Can I have your actual number this time?” Zayn said as he pulled out his phone. I giggled and put my real number with a kiss and rose emoji as part of my contact name. “I’ll text you,” Zayn says before he opens the door. “Wait,” I said. Before I knew it I pushed him against the door again but this time I kissed him. We began making out, taking turns biting each others lips and teasing each other with our tongues. We tried to pull each other closer; I pulled on his hair as he groped me making me moan and whimper. We couldn’t get enough of each other, as we got lost in our little foreplay. All of a sudden, I heard a familiar honk, and a set of keys jiggling on the other side of the door. Fucking hell, my parents were home...

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I LOVE No Straight Roads

Honestly it’s hard to keep me away from a game with great visuals and even greater character design. I knew from the INSTANT I saw these characters that I was going to love it. I just finished it because it’s (unfortunately) pretty short, and even though I cheesed the final boss through it’s very lenient death mechanics (Instant respawn at the cost of a good rank) I actually appreciated that it wasn’t a pure cake walk. I’ve yet to rematch all of the bosses, but since I had genuine trouble with the later ones I’ll hold off on that.

But who cares about gameplay, am I right? I sure as hell don’t. I would’ve bought the game no matter what the hell it was. I wanted the characters (and the music, although I realized that second) and that was it. 

First of all, I love any world that is super fantastical but cheesy in its concept, ala a city powered by music, and battles between artists using music. Ideas like this only spawn from a mind that wants to create a fun atmosphere, if nothing else, and it was sure as hell fun. I genuinely love when someone goes so far into a crazy idea and doesn’t waste your time explaining it with real world logic. Wanna know how a city can be powered by music? Shut up and look at the cute virtual mermaid. Lord knows I did. Every once in a while, it does you good to just let the player/reader/viewer just revel in the idea without having to go out of your way to make things seem realistic. It’s not about “turning your brain off” or whatever, it’s picking your battles.

Also, I can seriously love a world with great background characters to it. Any game with the right situation to insert the random nobodies you find onto the streets into the art in the credits really played into the greatness of the world’s less important characters, and that’s always a good thing. It’s technically world building. But, since I always love to pick favorites, I’d have to say my favorite background character is easily Mia, the NSR infodesk assistant. It’s funny, because you can literally search “nsr characters” into Google and she’s the third image result. I love how jumpy she is when you first interact with her, since NSR probably spread the word about B2J suggesting they’re rock thugs who’d beat up anyone, so for all she knows she could die right then and there with a guitar lodged in her skull. She’s probably just some intern trying to pay for college. She don’t want trouble.

Also, I just realized that 90% of the characters in this game have the same body structure that I always love, that being having arms/legs that sort of fan out in width into relatively large hands/feet. It’s a kind of limb structure I fall into so much because it just really hits me right for some reason. I really can’t explain why.

Anyways, I gotta talk about the big boys individually:

Mayday and Zuke are an amazing duo. I’m always a sucker for a cute and crazy girl, but honestly Zuke hit so many of the right notes too. I will say it’s weird to pair the martian Zuke with the humanly-skinned Mayday, but honestly it doesn’t even matter because he looks so cool on his own. I love his weird blocky blue dreadlocks, and his weirdly shaped shirt which bares his chest in the weirdest way... And, oh my god, Mayday’s weird Spongebob background flower eyes? It’s little tidbits like that that really make me jealous. How could I have ever thought of that? It looks so perfect, and I don’t know why. And her little booty jig she does in her idle animation? Adorable. I played as her as much as was reasonable not only because I’m a filthy button masher with little strategy but also because she’s so damn cute. I can also appreciate how she has a tough-as-nails persona while still keeping a semi-girly attitude, like with her falling for 1010 and Sayu. Characters are so much better when they’re a perfect blend of characteristics, instead of being all one-note, like how Zuke is the quiet one but gets heated against DK West, and all. 

Honestly the voice acting for every character is great, but I love when Mayday’s VA’s accent shows through. It’s a perfect twang to accent (consider this the only acknowledgement of a pun in this post) her snarkiness. 

DJ Subatomic Supernova was going to be an easy favorite since he’s all space-themed. Also, I don’t know why I always end up liking the egotistic characters. Not in the sense that I like their egotistic-ness, but in the sense that I like everything else about them and they just so happen to also be egotistic. The same applied with Empoleon (maybe like my 2nd favorite Pokemon) and Rarity from MLP, probably among others. Either way, I’ll never not love space themes. Not to mention he’s got a funky disco theme, and I’m slowly starting to realize that I am in extreme love with techno-funk styles of music. The instant I heard his music he cemented his place into my playlists. 

As for design, I still have no idea what the fuck he is. Clearly AI is at human levels in this world, but if he’s a robot why does he still have hairy legs? But, if he’s a human, is that weird orb his head? Is it just some sort of puppet which he controls from inside his giant jacket? I know I dissed explaining things realistically but I actually want to know with this guy. Even the wiki doesn’t say. Either way, he’s clearly the logical extreme of “being at the center of your own universe.” Even his jacket depicts a solar system, with his hood being the sun. Didn’t see that until I tried to draw him. I really wish this guy wasn’t so tied to his DJ stand so I could reasonably draw him without it. I don’t want to draw his hairy ass legs. It is a great touch for his design though (although I prefer his beta look with pants and long boots, another design trait I tend to gravitate to) since DJs could reasonably not wear pants, since they’re always behind a table.

Sayu is my favorite. It’s so plainly obvious. It’s weird to say that sometimes, because some characters like Sayu are so clearly engineered to be as adorable as possible, to the point where they’re basically a parody of whatever they’re supposed to be emulating, but then they do that so well that they are still likable for what they’re trying to parody. Also, even though I’ve never looked into any vocaloid superstars myself, the fact that they exist and are loved in real life is absolutely perfect to be used as a character design in a world like this. It’s so weird conceptually, but we all know it’s normal and realistic. But yeah, she’s a giga-cutie whom I’ve already drawn and I’ve listened to her theme on loop on many different occasions. Favorite character, favorite track, favorite weapon of choice (What did I say about Empoleon?), which, and I wouldn’t have noticed this myself, looks like the USB symbol you see above USB ports on computers. How crazy perfect is that?

Even apart from my unbridled love for cute monster robot(?) girls, her boss fight is probably the 2nd greatest of them all, at least conceptually. She’s just a hologram, so you can’t touch her, but you CAN disconnect the artists which control her in order to defeat her. It’s the kind of concept for a boss fight that could only work for this type of character. I’m a sucker for the cute girl that provides her voice, but I love how the animator (video editor? the yellow one) actually attacks you with a mouse and lowers the brightness of the setting once he appears. Also, the mocap guy being the deeply-voiced type but still providing the adorable movements of her body. It’s such a great combo of characters, and their little extra art in the credits makes me like them even more. I just wish we could interact with them individually.

DK West was probably one of the most interesting characters visually, especially since I knew of every other NSR member long before the game came out, but I only just heard of him closer to the release. I wasn’t sure where he was placed, but I definitely assumed his gig was the weird shadow demon we saw in the trailers. When I finally saw him in game, I was shocked to hear him speak an entirely different language most of the time, which was really cool. Also, finding out he was tied to Zuke and wasn’t strictly an NSR artist really made him more interesting. You know, if his fucking shadow clone magic didn’t make him crazy cool enough. Even though I suck at his game and am not especially fond of his raps, the visual of him rapping with this giant monster behind him and dozens of weird shadow wingmen by his side hyping him up was probably one of the coolest in the entire game. The dark way they were hyping him up too gave such a bizarre atmosphere, especially since it parallels his seemingly chill and smiley demeanor. 

I definitely hope they’ll introduce new bosses as DLC in the future, and make them sort of in the same vein as DK West, where they aren’t the biggest artists ever, but they want to pick a fight with B2J. I’d kill for any extra content this game can provide.

Yinu is obviously special since she was the subject of the demo they put out for the game. Even though I knew all her bells and whistles, she and her mom still beat me a few times in the full game. Considering she’s semi-tied to story-ish spoilers I kinda want to go more into her in a separate section. It is worth considering playing the game first since it’s not hard (with the easy going deaths) and it’s short length.

1010 seriously grew on me as I learned more about them and interacted with them. I got their shtick when I first looked at them, but after seeing that animation of them touring the city on Youtube I was kinda falling for them. Then, I learned that they’re apparently repurposed navy war robots? I mean, maybe not them specifically, but it seems to heavily point in that direction, with the warship cars and “attention!”s and all. It took me a bit to get into their music too, but once I actually fought them and put their actions to the music I fell in love with it. I swear, Neon J’s weird dancing can has some of the smoothest moves in all of gaming. I don’t know whether they mocapped out those movements or got one of the greatest animators ever, but it looks so impossibly clean his part of the song gets me like 30x more hype than it would normally. 

Also, their little art piece of them looking at fan mail in the credits is probably one of the most adorable things ever. Even if they’re just Neon J’s puppets, that piece of art really makes it seem like they love every one of their fans. I’m not gonna lie, I might swoon a bit too if they picked me out and gave me some special attention.

Oh yeah, and the fact that Mayday was super sad in her showstopper against them was adorable and hilarious at the same time. The little tweaks they made to the showstopper for each fight were great.

Eve just has to be Lady Gaga, right? Like, an even crazier Lady Gaga. DJSS is Daft Punk (or any artist with a helmet persona, you know what I’m talking about), Sayu is Hatsune Miku, DK West is Kanye West, Yinu is a generic child protege, 1010 is a KPop boyband (just pick one) and Eve is Lady Gaga. That’s just how things are. But, again, this is the kind of boss fight that only this type of character could provide. It’s not just surreal imagery, it’s ARTISTIC surreal imagery. The fight is so mesmerizing in every way, especially by how it starts off so slow and calm and progresses to insanity, as well as the increased emotional investment in the fight making you feel so much more into it than just “That’s the boy band. Let’s fight.” Not only does it get you more invested, but it makes her artistic persona go deeper than just “she looks weird.” She is genuinely conflicted about her relationship with Zuke, and naturally that leads her to literally split him and Mayday apart. That mechanic specifically was the coolest, although I do wish they made it more obvious when you needed to switch over to a different side. I was getting pulverized by her fight too, since there were so many things to pay attention to. Her fight was definitely the best one. 

Tatiana and Spoilers:

Let’s be real with ourselves, the twist was so obvious. I do also think, though, that obvious twists aren’t bad if they’re just good reveals. At some point, a person just has experienced so many stories that “only pretty good” twists are easy to spot. It doesn’t mean that the twists are bad, it just means you yourself experienced.

I feel like her transition from rock to EDM was pretty understandable, even as a non-musician. She was so caught up in what she assumed was popular that it basically consumed her. It’s easy as an artist to want to forgo what you truly want to make in favor of what makes you popular, and clearly since her transition to EDM made her the CEO of the biggest company in the city (world?) that probably made her think she truly needed to change her outlook. Then, when she saw B2J try to bring it back, she sort of coined them as being as misguided as she was and knocked them down a peg. Plus, they were kinda being jerks about it.

It’s kinda like the Trolls sequel, where everyone pegs rock music fanatics as being too stuck up in their own heads to appreciate other types of music, which honestly seems more like the case than the alternative. When I first heard of the story of the game, I was seriously hoping they did put an asterisk on B2J’s ambitions because they were a bit sketchy from the start. 

That’s kinda where I want to talk about Yinu, because she was the true turning point in what they were doing. She’s literally 9 and yet she’s getting dragged into all this BS. When she said “I hate you all” at the end of her fight, and played a somber tune on her broken piano after the fight destroyed it, you kinda got a kick in the face to realize you’re kinda being an asshole to some of them. Sure, they fight back, but they wouldn’t fight in the first place if they didn’t have to. They are just people who play music under a joint name that B2J just so happened to get in hot water with. 

Then, of course, there’s Kliff, who also reeked of surprise villain, and who’s basically the embodiment of the bad side of B2J, where he just wanted to destroy for his own sake and not for the actual greater good. Once B2J realized their mistake, they backed off, but Kliff was so hard pressed to do what he planned on in the first place he wouldn’t stop. I kinda wish he got a bigger fight to his own since he’s clearly a big enough tech genius to divert a whole satellite into one specific building. Maybe the Elliecopter chase bit was his thing, but I do kind of wish he was there to fight against them too.

Even though Tatiana did kind of reform a bit quick, It’s still not too crazy to assume she could see that B2J was just misguided and the fact that they worked to revert their wrongdoings for her sake would make a pretty strong impressions. They clearly can hold their own, so it’s not like she wouldn’t want them to join NSR too. 

Oh yeah, and her boss fight was clock/time themed. If there’s a theme under space that I love, it’s clocks/time. 

And If I am to be respected by the internet, I must provide a negative opinion to balance out my positive one. I will say that the character model physics (like Mayday’s braids, DK West’s vest thing, Neon J’s fluffy neck thing, etc) got kinda funky at times. Especially DK West’s vest, which was completely messed up for every scene he was in... Also, even though the voices are mostly great, some lines felt a bit off. Just a bit. That good enough? Good.

But yeah anyway that’s another favorite game to add to the pile. Eventually I’m gonna have to compile a true list of my all-time favorite games/movies because I do kind of want to have a solid idea of what my all-time favorites are.

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

G-Spot - D.M

*another gif from giphy, I can never find many of Draco on here*

Pairings: Draco x Reader

Warnings: First Time, Smut, Young Love, Fluff, Fingering

Wordcount: 1508

Summary: After the Yule Ball 4th year, you and Draco decide to take your relationship to the next level.

A/N: This was a request I got a while back, but never got around to writing because of the good ol’ college transition. Sorry it took me a bit, but I hope you guys enjoy it regardless. Also, just wanted to point out that I literally have 320 followers at the moment. WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY NUTS. I never thought that this blog would reach that amount of followers, and I am grateful for every single one of you. I will make an appreciation post because holy cow. If you enjoy Criminal Minds (another of my new obsessions) also go and check out 188, my Spencer Reid one shot. Again, I love you and appreciate you all, so very much. Hope you enjoy some more Draco. @anothevr​ thanks for this wonderful idea! I loved writing it. 

You and Draco had been dating since 2nd year. The Yule Ball marked your 2nd anniversary. People always told you that you two were just too different, that the relationship would never work. But you helped him mature, and he helped you adventure out of your comfort zone. You were a good match. Soon enough, he realized that constantly tormenting the Golden Trio was not necessary. He had better things to be doing. Thanks to you, not only had his grades improved, but his character. His parents loved you, you were a positive influence on the oftentimes troubled boy. 

The night of the Yule Ball, you dressed nicely. You wore a sleek dark green dress, doing your makeup to compliment the green hues. Your lips were a nice mauve color, not too overpowering. You curled your hair, pinning a couple of the front pieces at the back of your head. You couldn’t wait to see Draco. The feelings were mutual. He simply could not wait to see you. So much so that you caught him trying to sneak a peek at you in your dress. You quickly slammed the door in his face. “Draco, no!” “C’mon babe, just a peek?” “It’s bad luck” you answered. “You’re not getting married, sweets.” You rolled your eyes, but you gave in. “Fine...” Opening the door, he stood in awe, looking at you. 

“You look absolutely marvelous.” You blushed, looking at Draco who was standing closer now. “You’re so beautiful.” You kissed him, and he held you close. His hands drifted from your waist a little further down, and you held the nape of his neck. Suddenly, you felt Draco push you onto your bed, and you struggled with the thought. Did you really want to do this? At least - now? Draco ran his hands up and down your body, against the velvet texture of your lengthy dress. “You look gorgeous in this, darling. But I think it’d look better on the floor, if I’m honest.” You blushed, burying your head in your pillow. However, he soon began unzipping the dress from the side, and you had second thoughts. “Draco, Draco. Stop, please.” He obliged, immediately looking guilty for his actions. “Sorry, babe. I just can’t resist you like this.” He gave you a quick peck on the cheek as an apology. “We can wait.” 

-

At the dance, Draco was entirely a gentleman. His hands held you close to him - but only at the waist. No touching of your ass or your boobs, thankfully. Considering your past interaction, you thought he would be more touchy. You realized how deeply blessed you were to have him. And that - you wouldn’t want your first to be with anyone else. You loved Draco. 

You danced the night away with him, through party songs - as well as slow ones. You were so ecstatic to be with him. To end the night, a wonderful slow song played, and he held onto your back, and you, the nape of his neck. Swaying back and forth, you gazed into Draco’s gray blue eyes, smiling to yourself. “I love you, Draco.” You whispered. “I love you more, lovely.” He landed a kiss on your lips, which you happily returned. 

- 

Draco lead you upstairs, his intentions to simply walk you to your dorm. “Thank you, Draco, for such a wonderful night.” You thanked him, and he gave you another peck on your lips. “Thank you, Y/N.” After speaking for several minutes, Draco sighed, starting to head towards his own dorm. “Babe?” You asked, hoping to get his attention. “Yeah?” He turned around, heading back towards you. “I- um- could-” You stuttered, clearly nervous. “What is it love? Use your words...” “I could- I could stay with you. For tonight, I mean.” He nodded, excited to have you in his arms for the night. 

He lead you up the stairs and into his room. “Do you have something I could wear?” You asked suddenly. He nodded. “Well, if it isn’t nothing, you can wear one of my button ups - does that work?” You nodded back at him, hesitantly. You went into his bathroom to freshen up and change. You unzipped the side of your dress, slipping out of it. You took your heels off, and realized you didn’t have a place to hang your dress. Peeking out of the bathroom, you asked Draco for a hanger, which he levitated over to you. He winked, you think he realized that you were wearing a matching deep green set on of lacy lingerie. You could tell, even from the strap. He probably made some guesses, you assumed. 

You grabbed the hanger, closing the door once more. You hung up the dress with ease, leaving your heels in the bathroom. You took your bra off, hanging it with the dress. You grabbed Draco’s plain white shirt, sliding it over your shoulders and buttoning it up from the bottom. You left the top button undone, you didn’t want it to be strangled while trying to sleep. Bringing your hair towards the top of your head, you tied it into a messy bun. 

Exiting the bathroom, you were met with Draco, oozing sex on the bed. Well - you didn’t know exactly, but if you had to guess - that was it. He was scantily clad in only his boxers, looking at you, once again, in awe. “You look - amazing in my shirt, babygirl.” “Thank you, Draco.” You blushed. You dove into bed with him, immediately cuddling up to his figure. 

He let his hand run upon your thigh, teasingly. He laid you on your back, bringing his hand to your inner thigh, now. He pitter-pattered his fingers, and you smiled at him. You brought a swift kiss to his lips, letting it linger as he played with the band of your panties. He released the kiss suddenly, and you wondered if anything was wrong. “Everything okay, Draco?” You asked. He nodded, pecking your lips. “If you get uncomfortable at all - tell me. Let me know your boundaries, babe.” You nodded, bringing your lips back to his, pushing his lips apart. Your tongue twisted with his, fighting back and forth into each other’s mouths. 

After he finished playing with the band, he begun to pull them down your legs a bit. You lifted your pelvis to allow him to pull them down further. He brought his prodding fingers to your clit, playing with it. You began to moan tirelessly, loudly - though you tried to be quiet. “Y/N?” “Yes, Draco?” You responded. “Can I make love to you?” He asked, and you nodded, slowly. 

Within a few seconds, Draco had established a better position with you. He was spreading your legs, laying between them. He unbuttoned your - well, his - shirt. He pulled his boxer shorts down, and his dick rose further. He played with you a little bit further - “Merlin, you’re so ready for me.” You nodded, and he lined his dick up with you. He started slowly, and, unfortunately, you couldn’t feel too much. Well, you couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

“You okay?” Draco asked, sliding in a bit further. You could feel it more, now. Just a bit. “Yeah I-” “Does it feel good?” Draco interrupted, eagerly. “It hurts a bit.” You told him. “Okay. I’ll stop for a minute. Let you get used to me. Merlin, you’re so tight, babe.” Draco stopped for a moment, and once the pain had gone away, you gave him the okay. He began pumping out, and then back in. “Feel okay, babe?” “Yeah, no more pain, really.” “Does it feel good?” 

You sighed, and shook your head slightly. You needed to be honest with him. “Not really..” You stated. “Well, let’s see what we can do about that, sweets. I’m gonna try and find your g-spot, okay?” You nodded, slowly, hesitant. You felt Draco pull out - still lying on your back, he began to prod inside of you. He pushed down into your canal, and you sighed a little bit. “Is that it?” He asked. “I don’t think so, hon.” You sounded apologetic. He moved upwards a bit further, pushing. “Whoa whoa whoa” you moaned. “Youfoundityoufounditohmygodyoufo-undit” you muttered. “Merlin that feels so good.” “Good, baby. Good.” Draco sounded pleased, continuing to play his fingers in you. 

“Draco please god, it feels so good.” Draco began playing with your clit too. You moaned incessantly, him flicking your clit - clumsily, and running his finger along your special spot. “Draco I’m gonna-” “Come, baby.” You became undone on Draco’s fingers, shaking intensely, letting out a loud moan. “Draco!” 

“Good job, baby.” Draco smiled, coming up to face you, pecking your lips. “I’m sorry our first time wasn’t exactly-” You started, but Draco interrupted you. “No worries baby. It was perfect. We’ll try again soon.” You smiled, cuddling up to him. He was so perfect. And together, you two were perfect.

[accioprozac]

Hi love! Could I request a George x Slytherin reader? Maybe she’s a bit of an outcast in her house and she’s the twins best friend but George is madly in love with her. She’s just oblivious to his feelings until someone pulls a mean prank on her and he gets in a fight to defend her before confessing his feelings while she cleans up his cuts in the bathroom💕

Loyal as a Lion : George Weasley x Reader

Summary: Lions protect those they love, and George is no exception. (aka, in which George throws hands because Malfoy is being a git to you)

Warnings: Mentions of fighting and injury

Author’s Note: Ahhh it’s been so long since I’ve posted, thank you everyone for being patient with me!

It was no secret that although Slytherin was your house, it wasn’t your home. You were a muggleborn and the other Slytherins treated you like the filth beneath their shoes.

As you walk down the corridors, Draco Malfoy brushed past you roughly, “Get out of my way you filthy mudblood,” he hissed, his aristocratic face was twisted in disgust as he glared at you.

You mumbled some choice words under your breath, quickly trying to distance yourself from him. He grabs your wrist before you can melt into the crowd, “What did you say?” He asked, voice dangerously low.

You stumbled away from his painfully tight grasp, spilling all your books on the floor with a loud bang. “I said, I’d rather be a ‘filthy mudblood” instead of a pompous cowardly arse,” you spit, channeling an inner bravery you didn’t know you possessed.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Fred and George came up behind you. “Having any trouble?” George asked, looking at you in concern while Fred gathered your books.

You gave them both a thankful look, “Nope, just having a friendly chat with Malfoy here.”

Malfoy gave the twins a weary look and subconsciously touched his nose, remembering the disasterous match in 5th year.

“Well,” George said pleasantly, “I’ll walk you to your next class. Wouldn’t want you to catch the fleas that Malfoy picked up while he was a ferret.”

“Oh yeah!” Fred interjected, “Remember that Malfoy? Fake Moody turned you into a white ferret? He bounced you up and down and up and down until McGonogall stopped him? Reckon it was the highlight of my 6th year.”

Draco glared, “Blood traitors sticking up for a mudblood? No suprise there. Especially since you’re fucking at least one of them.”

All three of your faces flush at the implication, Fred and George have murderous expressions on their faces.

Malfoy turns and stalks off, dissapearing into the sea of students.

“That little-” George huffed, he looks at you and his face softens, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“He grabbed my wrist pretty hard,” you shrugged, showing him the light bruises forming on your inner wrist.

“I’m going to kill him,” George declares loudly, his expression thunderous, and Fred nodded in agreement. Some passing students gave the twins weird looks.

“Don’t bother, he’s not worth it,” you sigh, “And it’ll just make everything worse.”

After making the twins promise not to do anything, George walks you to class.

The rest of the day is uneventful. At mealtime, you sit alone like always. Sometimes, Fred and George would try to sit with you at the Slytherin table, but it always resulted in them getting detention and being sent back to their own tables.

George walks you back to your dorm, like always. He started in your 2nd year when the Chamber of Secrets had been opened and has done it ever since.

When you walk into your dorm, all the chatter abruptly cuts off. The other girls stare at you and start whispering behind their hands, making barely any effort to keep their voices quiet. Pansy Parkinson looks about you and scowls, crossing her arms.

You silently get ready for bed, trying to get away from the prying eyes and judgmental glares of your peers.

The next day, you wake up feeling strangely refreshed. You go to change into your robes, but as you’re unfolding them, you notice something.

“Mudblood” was scrawled in big, red letters on the back of the robe.

“Scourifgy,” you point your wand at the robe, but nothing happens. You let out a growl of frustration and discard the robe onto your bed.

You sigh and weigh the pros and cons of wearing one of your out of school outfits. You’d surely get detention for being out of uniform, but the alternative was much worse.

Pulling out your favourite sweater, you find that it also has “Mudblood” on it. You start to search through your closing, growing increasingly frantic when shirt after shirt are all marred with the slur.

Settling for the robe, you quickly walk to class, keeping your back to the wall. Draco slams into you and you fall face first on the floor, the ugly, red “Mudblood” on display for all to see.

“You did this,” you accuse, your face burning with shame.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says smoothly.

Pansy Parkinson shoulders through the crowd and when she sees you, she laughs. “Good one, Draco.”

You can hear some people snickering and some others gaze upon you with pity.

George stumbles toward you, he’s breathing hard and sweat shines on his forehead. “What the fuck is going on?”

He catches sight of you, curled up on the floor as if you’re trying to shrink. Misery paints your face and your eyes lack the brightness they usually hold. George scans the crowd quickly, trying to look for the cause of your pain.

He locks eyes with Malfoy and before you could say “quidditch,” the two were rolling on the floor, each fighting for the upper hand.

Both boys get in quit a few punches before Flickwit Impediments them. Flitwick looks at you before zeroing in on your robe. He looks at George, and then looks at Draco, quickly putting together what had happened.

“Mr. Malfoy, with me,” he says sternly and Malfoy tries to protest, but is cut off with a sharp look.

The crowd disperses and you and George are left standing in the empty corridor. His lip is split and he has a dark bruise on his jaw. His hands are cut up and beginning to bruise.

You sigh, “George, come with me.”

He silently follows you, raising an eyebrow when you pull him into the girl’s bathroom.

You summon some basic medical supplies and set them on the counter. Instructing him not to move, you start to tend to his wounds.

“You’re an idiot,” you say affectionalty, “You know that, right?” You gently wiped the blood away from a particularly nasty cut under his eye, causing George to wince.

“That’s not very nice,” he pouts exaggeratedly.

You two lapse into a comfortable silence, occasionally punctuated with a hiss of pain followed for a soft “sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” you ask.

“Do what?”

“Fight Malfoy.”

“Because he’s a git,” George shrugs.

“You shouldn’t have done that. You’re lucky that Flitwick didn’t get you in trouble. It wasn’t worth it,” you say, finishing up on his face and moving onto his hands.

“Not worth it?” He asked incredulously, “He wrote ‘mudblood’ on your school robe!”

You shrug, “That’s what I am though.”

George gently urges you to look at him and when you do, his eyes are earnest, “You’re not, and don’t ever call yourself again. You may be muggleborn but you an amazing witch and you don’t deserve to have to put up with assholes like Malfoy.”

“Amazing?” you ask, teasingly.

George blushed, “Yeah, you’re pretty amazing.”

You bite your lip, unable to tear your gaze away from him. George’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows nervously.

“Can I-?” he starts.

You cut him off, “Yes.”

Tilting your chin up, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You grab onto his biceps to steady yourself and George’s hands cup your face lovingly.

“Ouch,” he yelped, pulling away from you and touching his lip.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, mortified.

“It’s fine,” George brushes it off. “Make it up to me by accompanying me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” His voice is confident and smooth, but you can see the nervousness in his eyes.

You press a small kiss to his nose and smile, “Of course.”

[ibroughtyoumybullets]

You said not to ask so please ignore this if you don't want to explain, but could you elaborate on your March 19th / May 1st theory? thanks!

ahfkafhksfh yeah no problem. its not a theory its just ... brain worms that have taken a specific shape but thats not new this is just the latest form. under a cut because i hate like. getting peoples hopes up over something ive entirely made up

greentext format but make it wordy

> i think frank has been like. suspicious lately. i dont know how to explain it beyond that. he’s done a LOT of press-but-not-press in the last month or so. sure, he’s definitely bored and stuck in his house like the rest of us, and he had a new EP come out, and the EP is technically the reason for the press. but it also ... isnt. like the bulk of it has been AFTER the EP came out, and none of it has been wholly focused on the EP. and to me, at least, it feels like, i dont know, easing the band back into public consciousness thru a press circuit without the band ACTUALLY doing a press circuit because MCR been pretty hard and fast about the ‘we dont need or want ur press’ when it comes to the reunion. 

> continuing off the last one, in the ... jim ward interview he did, i think? one of the more recent ones, at least - he got asked about his writing process and mentioned working with gerard in present tense. very very likely it meant nothing at all, but also like ... i dont trust him LOL part of me thinks it was on purpose. Im just suspicious of him after the broken clock thing. 

> not only did frank mention working with gerard in the present tense, for Months now, but especially during his recent mini press tour, frank has been really vague but consistent in talking about working with people on music remotely. id have to go looking for it and i dont feel like it, but it’s been something along the lines of ‘working with new people And people you know’. suspitcheous. 

> ONTO GERARD. Gerard like never uses social media. but then a couple days ago he pops up to mention franks EP (which is sweet) and makes sure to sign it so its like, obviously not something his social media manager wrote up for him. and in that post he mentions being down in the lab. and LORD KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS besides the fact that he’s working on something. but hey, its gerard, when isnt he. 

> But Gerard’s also doing that charity stream on the 2nd. and we havent seen gerard in MONTHS. since august, maybe? and he’s not just speaking, hes PERFORMING. besides the shrine show, the last time he performed was for the muppet charity thing with ray in 2016, and before that, it was the last hes alien leg in 2015. None of us even expected him to perform when it got announced - it had to be confirmed by the event organizers. and that just ... pings something in my brain, same as franks little press tour. It’s gerard emerging from his cave, Being A Musician, you know? 

> SPEAKING of the last time we saw gerard, he teased us back in the summer by mentioning that he has something he’s been working on thats not comic book related that he cant talk about. maybe its a fucking line of hot sauces or a tripp collaboration. 

> Or maybe its music. 

> this is where we depart from reality a little bit more: 

> this has been trotted out again and again on here as a talking point, and i dither between agreeing with it or not, but: MCR spent two years planning their return. they had a plan, for whatever the fuck was supposed to happen - even if all that was supposed to happen was the tour. 

> and their plan got pissed on, doused in gasoline, set on fire, extinguished, and thrown into the mouth of a lion. But They Had A Plan. And theyve been fucking radio silent except the hipdot collab, and before that, rescheduling shows. I ASSUME their almost-year of silence has been them, in part, reformulating their plan. Changing whatever it was going to be to fit the new timeline, or making a back up plan in case things get worse. 

> But the original plan had them all free - as far as we know - after november of 2020. so they wouldnt have had active MCR stuff happening for the national anthem comic book release, the electric century album + comic release, the you look like death tua comic release. But those things still happened, because they didnt require having to be in the real world where the plague is. 

> so, what the worms hinge on, is that whatever the New Plan Is, Whatever They Are Doing Now, it involves waiting until all their obligations and projects that SHOULDNT have interfered with MCR stuff - but had to the potential to because of covid - ended. 

> and thats now. thats the next couple weeks. you look like death just finished up, mikeys album and comic are out, and national anthem finishes up in like a week in a half. 

> and then theres nothing (that we know of) until the rescheduled shows happen, or *knocks thrice on wood* they have to reschedule again. 

> and this is where we really enter crazy town:

> so i was thinking about all of these things, and the imagery / themeing for the return (what little we got of it) and how a year ago everybody was pulling out the wheel of the year trying to figure out what they would do next, and when. 

> and March 20th (i know i said march 19th originally, i’ll get into that) is Ostara. 

> if youre not vaguely witchy, its basically a festival for the spring equinox. light and dark are in balance, yadda yadda yadda. and i could go into full on insane depth about the black and white aspects of the return, the witchiness of an offering + a summoning but i wont. it boils down to: its the closest festival to when all of MCR’s calendars are clear as far as we know, and its almost a year to date of when they had to reschedule the shows. 

> and March 19th is a Friday. which is new music release day. Ostara / the equinox are technically on saturday, but its at 5am on saturday morning so ... technicalities. 

> so the worms in my brain say new single on march 19th. or Something on march 19th. or 20th. one of those days. 

> and the worms in my brain also say MCR are a bunch of cruel little shits, and theyre gonna make us wait before they give us anything substantial. 

> so we move to May 1st. 

> May 1st is also known as May Day, also known as Beltane. (We’re back to the wheel of the year for this one) Its the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. And its a Saturday. which is NOT new music release day - but hey, its close enough. 

> may day is also like, similar to halloween / samhain in that the veil is supposed to be thinner on those days, and i think theres a connection the imagery and over-all plan wise between coming back on halloween, and possibly doing something on mayday. i dont think they just came back on halloween as a birthday present to frank. 

> so second single on may day, or album? or announcement that theres gonna BE an album? maybe they wont give us a single on ostara but just tease us with something. i dont know. but i think theres something here. 

> im aware this was a lot of words and i basically gave you nothing, but i can only give you what the worms give to me. 

> sorry for being the way i am. hope this helped. 

[anika-ann]

The 5 Times Steve Felt Betrayed - Pt.1

and the 1 Time He Felt Like He Was Betraying You

Type: mini-series to a series (part 1 & part 2 & Part 3),  Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock & reader         

Word count (ch1): 2400

Summary: After the fiasco in Nigeria, the world is fed up with dealing with the Avengers’ mess. The Sokovia Accords are invented. It’s understandable that the team is divided.

But Steve would never expect that The Accords would wedge a split between the two of you as well. And he sure as hell wouldn’t expect your disagreement not to end there.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, talk about what happened in Lagos during CA:CW, langauge, angst? (I mean, check out the title)

A/N: So, this mini-series is a part of the Melting Hearts ‘verse and follows the events of CA: Civil War, sometimes only referencing and kinda expecting the readers to knwo what’s up ;) obviously some things will be slightly altered.

Will be posted in double chapters (1st &2nd time, 3th & 4th, 5th+1)

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1. (Cause & Consequence)

“Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil. Not only because of the actions of criminals, but by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent… is no victory at all.”

Steve shut the TV down, placing the remote control on the table. His fingers went to massage the bridge of his nose.

It was everywhere – a month after the fiasco in Lagos, they were still talking about it in the news. This time it was the king of Wakanda speaking, questioning the activities of the Avengers team.

And during the past weeks, he had barely been the only one.

Steve was well-aware of their mistakes – of his mistake. The way he had lost it with Rumlow was unforgivable, especially with so many lives lost. Wanda might have been the one to send the exploding man into the building full of civilians, but Steve was watching the source of the tragedy every goddamn day in the mirror.

He had failed to deal with the HYDRA mercenary. Wanda had saved Steve’s life when she removed the burning man out of his reach, accidently blowing up a building. You had tried your best to put out the fire in the building with your powers, but the damage had already been done.

It had been a collective error. But Steve knew that if they hadn’t been in Nigeria in the first place, many more people would die. And it was what he was trying to hold onto, some days handling it better than others.

If the public thought they didn’t feel remorse at what had happened, they were very, oh so very wrong.

He winced when the voice of the reporter he had just shut down evaded his ears again, and frowned.

He knew it couldn’t be you – you weren’t home, which was just another thing to make him feel like crap. You were spending a lot of time away lately – Steve couldn’t help but wondering if it was his fault too, if he had driven you away with his dark thoughts.

And then there were moments when he wasn’t sure if it wasn’t simply you not being able to look at him, not seeing him in the same light as you had used to when you had said yes to his proposal.

Were you gone because you were judging him for freezing at Bucky’s name? For not handling the situation? He couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed. Loving someone… it shouldn’t be about expecting something back, but… after all the support he gave you whenever you were struggling? He thought you would be there for him.

But maybe it was just too much for you, dealing with yourself and comforting him at the same time – it would only confirm his theory about you feeling guilty for some of the victims.

However… why wouldn’t you try to deal with your own feelings with Steve? He was hundred percent sure you thought you could have done more, be there sooner, hell, stop the explosion yourself. He knew you felt like it was your failure as much as his and Wanda’s – or at least he believed so.

But why were you seeking shelter somewhere else? He was your fiancé – a person you had agreed to spend the rest of your life with – so why weren’t you with him in a time like this? Your relationship had been very intimate from the very beginning after all, only blossoming into more with time.

So why had you gone to see another man again? He couldn’t help the nagging pang of betrayal and jealousy. You always said you needed to see Matt Murdock. How could it not get into his very core and wound him there? Especially when after those meetings with Matt, you always seemed restless, jumping at the slightest of sounds, often escaping to the gym, claiming you needed few more moments alone.

“I’m sorry,” you would always say, a regretful smile on your lips, your gaze avoiding his. “I just… I guess I just need to hit something and I don’t want you to see me like that.”

And then you would hug him, kiss his cheek gently, sometimes pressing your lips to his for a split second and you’d be gone. Truth to your words, you would always come back exhausted, but somewhat calmer and offering affection with more urgency than usual to make up for the lost time.

Steve had no idea what to think about that or how to approach the matter.

What he knew he could do, however, was to walk into Wanda’s room and turn off her goddamn TV, because he was sure the voice was coming from there – no one had watched the news with more intensity than her, always coming after any new bits about the incident in Lagos so she could torture herself.

That girl was way too much like you.

“It’s my fault,” she stated when she acknowledged his presence. It was hard not to, since he had turned off the broadcast.

“That’s not true.”

“Turn the TV back on. They’re being very specific.”

“Well, what they say on TV is a load of— stupid things. We both know that I should have handled the situation way before you had to intervene. People died. And unlike what they say on the news – that’s on me,” he said, heavily seating himself next to her on her bed.

She gave him a sorrowful smile. “Well. I guess it’s on both of us.”

And not on the three of us, Steve’s mind supplied helpfully in an instant and he sighed at the intrusive voice in the back of his head.

“She’s out again. I’m sorry. She’s taking it pretty hard, especially considering it wasn’t her fault at all,” Wanda offered gently and Steve mentally cursed at the mind-reader slash empath slash million other things. “She’s afraid too. She worries for you, because of the way the mission affected you. But she’s not blaming you.”  

Steve eyed her, meeting her honest gaze full of compassion.

“Well, she could say that by herself, but she won’t. Instead…”

“You know… she was very fast at learning how to build a wall in her head to shield her thoughts from me. I can’t read her mind… but I can always tell there’s a lot on it when she comes back,” the Sokovian informed him and Steve stiffened.

Yeah, that was exactly the thing he did not want to hear.

“The thing is… she’s terrible at hiding her emotions. I… I’m not gonna pretend I don’t know what crosses your mind from time to time, I don’t need to read thoughts for that, or emotions. But I can tell you that she only has feelings for you, Steve. Her heart – it’s always with you. She’s carrying it on her sleeve, but it’s yours. You got yourself a good woman, Captain. A troubled one, sure,” she chuckled softly, apparently pleased she felt Steve’s relief. And relieved he was; you weren’t cheating on him. You weren’t thinking about cheating on him. You still loved him. You didn’t blame him. It was as if he could breathe again, indescribable weight falling off him. “But a loyal one and good one.”

Steve covered her hand with his, determined to sooth her as well. “Well. I knew from the beginning that you two were too much alike.”

“Thank you, Steve,” she smiled at him softly and Steve wished he wasn’t imagining the slightest relief in her eyes as well.

“No, Wanda. Thank you.”

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2. (Empty Promises)

The Sokovia Accords. A miraculous solution to the problem of the uncontrollable bunch of (mostly) superhumans that hold no responsibility for their action.

Go. To. Hell.

Steve wanted to burn the hundreds-pages document to ashes. It was nonsense. The document just shifted the blame to someone else and wanted to put all of them in check; in a way Steve didn’t like at all.

As long as he remembered, all he wanted was to do good – to serve his country, sure, but mainly to serve the people in it, serve a good purpose. And this regulation went straight against it. Hell, it went against the promise he had once made to the man who gave him the power to fight for a good cause, because he had thought Steve could value it. And he did. He heard Doctor Erskine’s voice as clearly as if he was sitting on the opposite bed at the Camp Lehigh, the night before the procedure.

‘Promise me, that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier – but a good man.’

Being a perfect soldier meant obeying orders and not thinking twice it they meant doing the right thing or not. Being a good man meant standing for what he believed was good with his whole heart.

Signing this peace of— paper would go against everything he believed in.

“We’re not perfect, but the safest hands are still our own,” Steve finished the argumentation and that said it all.

He looked up at Tony with intense glare, his blue eyes gleaming with severity. The air felt too heavy to breathe, the silence itself weighting a ton.

It was your timid voice that cut it in the end and what you said made Steve’s heart ache.

“That’s not something all of us can say about themselves, Steve.”

His attention shifted to you, his lips parting at the well-known expression on your face. His shoulders slumped with a sigh.

Apparently, he had been right about Nigeria – you did feel guilty. And the beginning of your new life with powers had branded you forever as well; this was just another prove of that. A scar for life – the way you saw yourself after killing the scientists on accident, it was affecting you every goddamn minute of your existence and some were just more difficult than others.

“No matter the mistakes we have made, the lives lost on our watch – it doesn’t outweigh the good we’re doing,” he opposed you gently before turning back to Tony to make a point. “The good we might not be able to do if we sign.”

The billionaire huffed. “If we don’t do this now, it will be done to us later. That’s a fact. And it won’t be pretty.”

“You say they’ll come for me,” Wanda stated with scary steadiness to her voice and all eyes snapped to her.

“We would protect you.”

For some reason, Steve’s gut twisted at Vision’s measured voice. A discussion started all over again and Steve was slowly losing the grasp on who was on which side. He glanced your direction as you were observing the fighting team quietly, a troubled expression on your face – the very same he had seen all too often, every time you had come back to the compound.

With sudden urge to comfort you, he rose to his feet and made his way to you. It was when his phone vibrated in his pocket, announcing the worst possible news.

Peggy Carter had just died.

“I gotta go.”

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You had gone to London with him, together with Sam. It was… difficult. Soul-crashing. Steve knew that this day would come, possibly very soon, but it hit him like a train, the blow knocking him to the ground.

The blows just kept coming and Steve would love to make a cheeky comment about him being able to do that all day, but this beating was hitting him on places that really, really hurt and he couldn’t bear it. He cried when he carried the casket. He didn’t have the capacity to feel ashamed for it.

God knew you had been there for him as a silent support the whole time; even when he was shamelessly staring at the woman he knew as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and she introduced herself as Sharon Carter. Peggy’s niece.

To be fair, it wasn’t just the revelation of her relation to Peggy or her appearance – it was her, quoting an amazingly strong and inspirational woman, who had, just like Steve, always only wanted to do the right thing. It moved him in a way he wouldn’t be able to put into words if anyone asked him to do so.

You had given him a moment alone only when he had asked for it – you had left the church with everyone else.

It surprised him when he heard the door opening again after what could be a minute; but it wasn’t you. It was Natasha. Bringing up the issue of The Sokovia Accords that Steve had backburned without even realizing it.

His opinion hadn’t changed and he refused to leave to Vienna with Natasha. It was when you replaced her in the otherwise empty church, approaching him slowly and timidly, when he realized that you were about to that though.

“You’re coming with her,” he stated, unable to keep the bitterness off his tone.

Just another punch into his solar plexus. Sure. He could do this all day.

Your smaller hand caught his, for once warmer than his own despite the cold air of the church. Your eyes were on his too, searching in his face. He didn’t have the strength to hide anything from you now.

“Unless you want me to… no, not now. I don’t need to sign publicly – I’m a long way from Black Widow’s popularity and fame.”

“You know that’s not true,” he opposed wryly, too weak to snatch your hand away.

It felt too heavy against his, almost foreign; he hadn’t known if you had made up your mind and decided to sign, not until that moment, not for sure. Now he did. Yet, there was a comfort he was seeking in your touch, because it was something that always helped to calm him down, ground him. He was vainly chasing after the feeling now.

Sensing his struggle, you hesitantly brought your hand up to cup his cheek; on instinct more than anything else, he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. Your thumb skimmed over his skin, affectionate, giving.

“And you know I don’t need an audience,” you whispered. “I… I can’t imagine what you’re going through, Steve. I want to be here for you, if you want as well. Work can wait.”

Your words, your touch, your affection – it should all bring him peace, but it just wasn’t coming. His first true love had left this world, left him, and now it felt like you were leaving him too – leaving him behind and betraying an oath you had premised when you let him slip an engagement ring on your finger.

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Part 2 (the third and the fourth time)

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Thank you for reading!

I decided to post it here on tumblr in double-chapters, because they would be reatively short otherwise... but posting it as one monster chapter would be a bit much... I think.

Have a good start of your week!

[yeahimaloser]

Demon Love

Incubus/demon!Hawks X introvert!reader

First, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who liked my first ever post on here, don’t worry I’m still working on part 2! Thank you all so much!!

Alright, because today is in fact Halloween I decided to do an Incubus/demon Hawks. Basically, Hawks was your only real friend, but he convinces you to go out on halloween to a random party, where Hawks tells you something important…

Ok so in this story there is mention of a party and I wanted to make it clear I do NOT condone going to a party in a pandemic. Please just pretend that covid doesn’t exist in this time line ok :)

Also I did upload this earlier but something went wrong with it so im re-posting it sorry!! like I said I low key new here.

Warnings: cursing, light angst, some fluff

Enjoy! 

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You didn’t really like people. Not all of them, but most were just so… annoying. Most days you just wanted to roll up into a ball and watch a bunch of anime. But, you were so lonely. So, it was a battle in yourself, you didn’t want to be lonely and yet you just didn't like people.

That's when Hawks came into your life. When you came home and saw a demon laying on your couch, you freaked out. But then you two got down to talking and he told you why he was here in your home.

“Well, to be completely honest I just got bored. And well, I thought someone who was so lonely, and yet craved human affection would be the perfect person to crash with.”

And so it began, to call your friendship weird would be an understatement. 

And yet, you both found comfort in each other. You would rant to him about people that pissed you off and talked about your favorite shows.

And he would tell you about how boring he found his life, how dumb he thought other demons were.

You two were not lonely anymore, you had eachother now.

One day, you two were just mindlessly watching anime and talking, when all of a sudden Hawks paused the show and turned to you.

“Hey, I heard about this human halloween party,” he looked at you with his stunning eyes. In fact, you would argue that every part of Hawks was stunning. His beautiful blond hair, his angelic wings, and even his demonic horns.

You gave him a questioning look, “ok?”

Hawks rubbed his neck, he never really said anything about you not having a tone of human friends. If he didn’t like it he sure as hell didn’t express it to you.

In fact, you thought he preferred it. He wasn’t needed or anything, but you got the sense he did enjoy your presence. 

If he didn’t then why would he stay up till 1 a.m with you as you both watched old anime re-runs and laughed so hard about random shit. 

For once in your life you allowed yourself to feel comfort in another person. Well, maybe not a person per say. But still, you deeply enjoyed Hawkses presence, so much so you found yourself falling in love with him.

In fact, you remembered exactly when you feel for him.

You weren’t having the best day, you came home exhausted and just totally drained. 

You walked through the door and Hawks immediately picked up on the fact that something was wrong with you.

So when you sat down he asked you about it, and you just burst into tears.

That was the first time he held you, you felt so safe in his arms. The sensation was like hugging a warm fire. He just felt so warm.

After you finally calmed down a little, Hawks tried to get you to talk to him. He made terrible jokes just to get your mind off it. He even offered to cook you dinner. 

But instead you just buried your face into his chest, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He gently stroked your back, trying to soothe you. 

After so long of knowing Hawks, you realized you didn’t really know him that well. you looked up at him and finally asked, “Hawks, why did you really come here?” 

Hawks was taken aback by your question, which was understandable since the question came out of nowhere. But he relaxed with a sigh. Maybe it was because of how long and how hard you sobbed, but he seemed to pity you a little bit. Still holding you close, he said, “well, from where I’m from I’m actually the 2nd highest ranking demon. But I don’t know,  everything moved so slow for me. I mean, I wasn’t completely lying to you when I told you about how I was bored and wanted someone to talk to. But really, I don’t know I was just kinda… drawn to you.”

He smiled down at you, making you feel right at ease…

And then you feel for the stupid demon.

“Why are you bringing this up,” you asked defensively.

Hawks just gave you that stupid smile, that stupid, heart racing, beautiful smile. “I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun.”

You gave him a questioning look. To which he proceeded to boop your nose, “really, Halloween would probably be the only time I could ever go out into the human world with you.”

The bastard had a point. But still, you got a bad feeling…

“You promise you're not up to anything?”

He put his hand to his heart, “you have me word.”

You smiled at him, “ok yeah. Maybe this’ll be fun, ohhhh what should my costume be? Wait, how will we get in? Also, how did you find out about this party?”

He just gave you a silly laugh at your questions.

But little did you know, he was planning something.

And little did you know how sorry he was for it 

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You and Hawks went as demons.

Mostly because you at least wanted to be careful. But also because you two thought it would be fun.

And although it was, you did end up burning yourself with a hot glue gun trying to get the wings to look like Hawks’s. To which Hawks told you that he would finish the wings.

“You burned yourself!? Here give me that,” he snached the hot glue gun from you. Before you could tell him off he said, “demons can’t burn dummy. Now go finish up the rest of the custom. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

That last statement made your heart race a little. 

You shook your head and tried to get back to work.

So yeah, here you two were, in a random party with people you don’t even now.

At first, you just clung to Hawks, not wanting to leave his side, too nervous to talk to anyone else. But Hawks seemed like a social butterfly with everyone around him. But you weren’t too shocked about that. The man just had a way of making everyone around him like his presence. 

But you? You just wanted to leave. The party was loud and so… so full of people.

“Come on dove, go out and meet some people.”

You looked at him quizzically, “Why would I? I have you dumby.”

And with that, you went off to get some punch and maybe some snacks.

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Hawks sighed, he really didn’t want to have to do this. But he knew this was the right thing, the right thing for the both of you.

As you went off to go get punch, Hawks turned around to leave.

He wanted to stay, he wanted to say goodbye, he wanted to hug you close to him one more time.

But he couldn’t. And he knew that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn't unbelievably sad to leave you.

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You couldn’t find him anywhere.

And now you were panicking. 

Did something happen to him? Was he hurt? No he was a demon, and he was the 2nd highest demon. He could take care of himself.

So then what? Where was he? Did you do something wrong?

Eventually you just left. In fact, you practically sprinted home. Maybe he was at home, maybe he just got tired and forgot to tell you. Yeah, that had to be it!

Just as you rounded a corner, you heard him, “What are you doing?”

You turned towards him, and gave him a relieved look, “Oh thank God, you had me scared for a sec-”

“I asked you a question,” he said, cutting you off.

It was then when you realized his expression. He looked down right pained, like something was hurting him.

“Hawks? Are you ok? I came looking for you,” now you were getting even more concerned.

He gritted his teeth, “Yeah, well I didn’t ask you too.”

You were taken aback, Hawks had never been mean to you ever. Even when you two argued, he never got this mean. 

He continued, “Seriously, just back off ok? Go and make really friends. I don’t want to be some fake friend to you.”

“What,” the hurt in your voice seems to pain Hawks even more. “Why are you doing this? You are my friend. What are you talking about? Did I… did I do something wrong?”

Hawks clenched his fists, “No, that's not-”

“Then why?!” the hurt in your voice even surprised you, “I thought we were so close I-”

But Hawks cut you off, not with his words but with his lips. He held your head, kissing you deeply. You were shocked by just how warm his lips were. It was almost like he lost himself in your lips, so when you made a muffled sound it seemed to bring him back to reality. 

He opened his eyes and pulled away, he could see how completely shocked you were.

He took a shaky breath, “I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were still shocked but managed to speak, “what the Hell... you can’t just tell me you don’t want to be friends and THEN KISS ME!” now you were screaming. “MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND,” you screamed at him.

Hawks was taken aback, but held his ground, “I don't- I don’t want you to get hurt. I-I need to leave, but I didn’t want you to be lonely again. I want you to have someone. I want you to be happy”

Your anger soon boiled down to confusion. “What,” you asked him.

“I- I’m hurting you so much just by being here,” he paused for a second, “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I couldn’t help it! When I first came here, to this stupid world, It was out of per bordem. But then I found you and I guess I just fell in love! But I can’t be in love with you, it could never work. A demon and a human, please, don’t make me laugh. I would be putting you at so much risk. Ane even if we wanted to be together, I mean the odds are imposi-”

Now it was your time to kiss him. And as soon as you did? It was like he melted right into you. Holding you close to him as you combed your fingers through his hair. He hugged you closer to him as you did so. The sensation was damn near intocacting. When the two of you had stopped, you were both out of breath.

“I love you too,” you stated. Hawks looked up at you, eyes filled with shock. “And I don’t care, screw the odds, who gives a damn.” you smiled at him.

Hawks just laughed, “After my whole little speech that's what you took away from it?”

But you just smiled lovingly, “Sorry, I guess I just don’t give a damn.”

For a few seconds he didn't answer, but then he smiled, “Well if that's the case, then I’ll tell you my real name, It’s Keigo, Keigo Takami.”

You sighed, “Keigo huh,” you leaned in, your lips hovering softly over his, “I love it.” and you kissed your demon love.

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Is this cringy?? Probably, but I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoyed reading It! 

Have a fun and SAFE Halloween!! <3

[elliecchi]

you’re koushi’s cousin but get mistaken as his girlfriend

i didn’t expect all the love from my first post but i’m finally done with school this sem so expect more stuff from me 💜this might be on the longer side of things but let’s see :> i hope you guys enjoy this uwu

it was another typical afternoon in miyagi

the karasuno boys and the teachers were in practice

nothing much other than the new drills ukai wanted them to do was different to their usual routine 

but boy oh boy was the team in for a shock

the team was currently on a water break 

kiyoko was distributing the water bottles and towels

2nd year duo was simping 

first years were being themselves so that was chaotic

the third years were talking to the teachers about some strategies that they could practice on 

“SUGA SENPAI!”

the little group turns to hinata who called for suga from the benches

“what’s up hinata? is anything wrong?”

sugamama mode is activated

hinata shakes his head and hands his senpai a phone 

“senpai your phone kept on vibrating so i thought it would be important”

pls dont touch me hinata is such a smol bean 

also im pretty sure they don’t bring their phones to the gym but i: do not enough im sorry

suga pats hinata on the head and smiles at his junior

“ah thanks hinata ill go check that right now”

hinata goes back to the others and suga checks his phone to see who could have been calling 

✨spoiler alert: it was you ✨

he knows that you know that he has usually practices at this time so he thought it might have been important 

suga excuses himself from the small meeting to answer the call while telling the others that he had to take the call 

“y/n-chan? sorry for not picking up immediately i was in practice, is anything wrong?”

“can i walk home with you today? my parents can’t pick me up and nii-chan ends later than usual today and will talk to his coach after practice,,,”

suga was quiet for a bit and you thought he was gonna say no (for some weird reason) so you speak up again

“bUT it’s totally cool if you can’t cause i know you also have volleyball kou-nii and i can totally try walking alone tonight after i study to not bother you.. actually yeah i’ll just walk home alone sorry for bothering you kou-nii!!!”

you were about to hang up when suga quickly spoke up

“W-WAIT Y/N HOLD ON !! sorry i was thinking about what time we end tonight but of course you can walk home with me !!! did you really think that i would let you walk home alone in the dark when any creepy old man could hurt you??? nope i don’t even want to think about that! meet me here at the gym once you finish and if i’m not done yet by then, you can watch us practice while you wait”

thisiswhyyoulovedsugawarakoushisomuch

“THANK YOU THANK YOU KOU-NII !!! you really are the best cousin i could ever get ! nii-chan could never reach your level tonight :>”

with that, he started reminding you about which door to go through again just in case you forgot before he had to go back to practice

you went back to studying which is business as usual ㅠㅠ

koushi went back inside and the team started asking who it was 

honestly i dont think they see it as nosy cause most of the team is that open with each other 

he just smiles at them and says “oh? it was just y/n-chan. don’t worry”

he goes to put his phone back on the bench before going to the teachers to inform them about you coming in later

everyone immediately started looking at each other and was guessing who you were 

“is y/n suga-senpai’s girlfriend?” kageyama asks

with that, the other first years and the second years went WILDT

they turned to the third years for answers

cause third years know everything about each other right?

lol nope

suga may have mentioned that you started your first year in karasuno but may have forgotten to say your name 

and show what you look like,,,despite the both of you being the closest out of all the cousins 

third years may or may not have had a little best friend crisis

cause what if you really were koushi’s girlfriend and they didn’t know???

we love seeing the collective panic 

they couldn’t even ask about you because they were called to do the next set of drills 

TIME SKIP this is getting long imsosorry

it was around 5:45PM (which means practice is almost over) and you finally finished studying

so you were walking to the gym for koushi 

and you were lowkey nervous cause you never met the team yet

it was a relatively short walk and before you knew it, you could hear the sound of volleyballs and shoes squeaking 

you took a few moments to fix yourself and assure yourself that you weren’t nervous and that you could do it

cause fake it til you make it 

you knocked on the doors and pushed it open 

“excuse me” you say softly so you don’t disturb the others

the boys were still practicing and lucky for you, takeda was able to hear you

“are you y/n?”

you nod and was about to start telling him about why you were there just in case koushi only gave your name

but takeda cuts you off before you could start rambling

“don’t worry, sugawara already told us about you coming here. you can sit beside us on the bench while you wait for practice to finish”

you bow as thanks and introduce yourself to ukai and kiyoko when you reach the bench 

the four of you were caught up in introductions that you guys didn’t realize that you caught some of the member’s attention 

suga was busy helping kageyama with setting that he didn’t see you

the others had to physically hold the second year duo back from reacting loudly to:

a beautiful person interacting and smiling with kiyoko

the third years said not to point you out just incase that suga gets embarrassed 

they did a few more drills and practice was finally done 

you helped kiyoko to distribute the water and towels 

when i say that some of the boys were shy, im lying 

cause all of them were shy

i mean you gave the stuff to those nearest to you who happened to be tsukishima, daichi, nishinoya, and hinata

the first two were calm giving you a small smile and a thank u 

but the other two? they turned into tomatoes when your hand accidentally brushed theirs

honestly surprised how they got to respond with a proper thanks

they were going to ask about what you were to suga when you finally spotted koushi and technically ran to him 

“KOOOUUUSHIIII” 

suga really only had a split second to process before you threw yourself for a hug 

what? you were in two completely different year and club that you didn’t see each other often 

you guys were hugging and in your own world when you heard the team react

“EEEHHHH???? SENPAI/KOUSHI/SUGA SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!”

you and koushi just stared at each other and started laughing

ofc the team is just staring like what was funny???

you guys calmed down after a few seconds and koushi finally spoke up and shook his head while still laughing a bit

“so this is why you guys got all quiet and weird when i mentioned y/n-chan.” 

the both of you went near the team and koushi lightly pushed you to introduce yourself

“hi, i’m l/n y/n from class 1-5 and i’m kou-nii’s little cousin”

little ,,, cousin ?

LITTLE COUSIN !!

ohgod you could see the team processing this news cause now that they looked at it, the both of you had somewhat of a similarity 

you might not have the same hair but you did have the famous eye smile and the “sugawara vibe” according to the third years 

koushi then spoke up “y/n-chan asked if she could walk home with me today cause it is dark outside and i didn’t want her to walk alone”

the next few minutes ended up with you talking to the team and just vibing 

the third years were lowkey annoying koushi cause he didn’t introduce you earlier 

not @ kiyoko who talked to the teachers when you ran to koushi asking if she could adopt you as the other manager

the team was just lovely 

lowkey being persuaded by the team to join them 

meeting this lively bunch and being their friend wasn’t something you expected from simply wanting to walk home with koushi 

but if you knew, you would have definitely walked home with him earlier

WAHUUU~! this was longer than i expected HAAHHA i didn’t really expect for this to be this long and this was definitely more all over the place but it felt great to do so after months and months of writing long papers~ please let me know what i could do to improve and i hope you guys enjoyed it 💜

[ciarahollands]

❥ 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 — p.p

series masterlist

summary: you see the cute boy in the hot chocolate aisle again and ask him out.

pairing: peter parker x reader

warning: maybe bad grammer and typos

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: this chapter is also based off the story never been one for the holidays on wattpad. also i lied sorry this chapter was posted late :(

december 2nd | 3:05pm

you sighed stepping back in to the same christmas filled store from the previous day before. well at least yesterday was a good day you met a cute boy and bought shitty hot chocolate for your shitty group project partners. you were looking at the boxes of the hot chocolate when you noticed a familiar figure behind you. ❝christmas boy?❞

peter heard your voice and turned around. ❝y/n?❞ you nodded giving him a soft smile.

❝i thought the purpose of me telling you my name was so you wouldn’t call my nicknames like christmas and hot chocolate boy?❞ peter chuckled at the constant nicknaming.

❝hmm... well peter i changed my mind i like using nicknames too.❞ you stopped to look back at the boxes of hot chocolate then back at him before finishing what you were to say. ❝anyways... what are you doing here came for more hot chocolate i assume?❞

❝uhm n-no actually here for marshmallows and whipped cream my aunt really wants it for some reason. you?❞ peter said then threw a bag of mini marshmallows in his basket.

❝they didn’t like the shitty cocoa so they sent me back.❞ you casually shrugged. peter didn’t know what to say so he just nodded to imply he was listening and understood.

❝it’s actually perfect you’re here that means you can help me.❞ you said slightly moving to the side so he could see all the boxes of hot chocolate.

❝with what?❞ peter was confused what did you want help with as if it wasn’t obvious enough you wanted him to choose a box.

❝picking a good hot chocolate, you picked the shittiest hot chocolate yesterday which is what i wanted. today i want a yummy hot chocolate.❞ you responded while motioning at the shelves where all the boxes were.

❝i- uhm i guess that box. it’s my personal favorite.❞ peter shyly responded pointing at the blue box labeled ‘swiss miss.’

you grabbed the box and dropped it in your basket. ❝thank you very much hot chocolate boy, i value your opinion very much.❞ immediately after you said that peter felt his face get warm. peter knew that he looked like a strawberry at this point because of how red his face was.

❝y-yeah no p-problem.❞ peter mentally slapped himself god why can’t he talk to pretty girls without sounding stupid.

you sighed. you wanted to get something for yourself but you didn’t know what. then you looked down at peter’s basket, perfect. you knew exactly what to get now and wondered why you didn’t think of it earlier. you didn’t even notice the awkward silence until peter grabbed your attention. ❝y/n? you okay?❞

your head shot up meeting eyes with peter aka the cute boy from the hot chocolate aisle. ❝oh yeah i’m okay!❞ you responded a bit too loud. ❝heheh sorry about that... can you pass me some mini marshmallows.❞ giving him a smile holding your hand out.

peter passed you the bag and gave him a gentle smile. god so fucking he was adorable.

you wanted to know more about peter without sounding weird so you just asked the most basic question someone could ask. ❝hey what school do you go to? cause i’ve never seen you at my school so you must go to a different school.❞

❝oh yeah i go to midtown.❞ peter said nonchalantly.

❝wow so you’re like super smart. couldn’t be me.❞ you awkwardly laughed.

peter shrugged. ❝i mean i guess if that’s what you think.❞

❝don’t be all humble christmas boy you can admit you’re crazy smart.❞ you responded jokingly.

not knowing what to say next he was going to say his goodbyes. ❝it was nice to see you uh- again y/n.❞ peter said giving you the softest smile.

❝you too christmas boy❞ you responded. he was about to walk away until you finally had the guts to ask him something you have been wanting to since the second you met him yesterday. ❝peter! i forgot to ask you something. i- i uhm was wondering if i could have your number...❞ peter turned around and waited for you to finish what you wanted to say.

❝you know to let you know if you fucked up with the hot chocolate you chose. i can let you know just for fun.❞ you quipped. you were just trying to come up with an excuse to get his number instead of saying, “oh i think you’re super cute can i have your number?”

❝y-yeah sure!❞ peter tried to not sound to excited but was pretty sure he did a bad job of that. he watched as you unlocked your phone and noticed your screensaver — it was him, well spider-man. he took your phone and typed in his number then handed it back to you.

❝what do you want your contact name to be and your options are hot chocolate or christmas boy because sorry peter is boring.❞ you looked up at him and noticed him chuckle. he decided with the first option and put a heart besides his name. you wouldn’t tell him that of course. his contact name was perfect — 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 🥰 you loved it.

❝you like spider-man?❞ peter asked clearly implying at your screensaver.

you blushed, ❝mhm y-yeah, i love him!❞

❝yeah he’s pretty cool.❞ peter shrugged casually. when really on the inside he was freaking out. you asked for his number and like spider-man — it’s was official you were his dream girl.

you gasped at the non enthusiastic response from peter. ❝pretty cool? peter he’s amazing!❞ you blinked and shook your head.

❝n-no i mean he’s definitely amazing! i think it’s awesome to have someone other than the avengers look after the city.❞

❝i’m glad it was really going to really put a dent in our friendship if you thought spider-man was just okay.❞ emphasizing on the okay.

❝i’m not big on the christmas wishes stuff but to meet spider-man would definitely be one of my wishes.❞

❝i can try to make that h-happen...❞ peter’s slightly widened realizing what he just said and how stupid he sounded.

❝what are you going to do? wait to get robbed and have spider-man come save you?❞ you teased.

❝n-no i actually have an internship with s-stark industries and i met him a few times...❞ peter was mentally cringing at himself because no one believed his internship with tony stark besides ned.

you gasped. ❝holy shit! no way just when you couldn’t get any smarter.❞ you were shocked peter was sure something. ❝you would do that?❞

❝i- i mean y-yeah... i can try to ask him y’know if i ever see him. i mean i’m just an intern-❞ before he could finish you wrapped your arms around him giving him a hug.

❝that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.❞ you mumbled against his shoulder. it didn’t matter to you if you didn’t meet him. it was the fact that peter was willing to try — for you. a few seconds later you let go pushing you hair out of your face revealing your rosy cheeks.

you looked down at your basket that was placed on the floor by now because you got tired of caring it earlier. ❝what are you doing saturday? maybe we can hang out...❞

❝like a date?❞ peter mentally slapped himself again. she said hangout you idiot not go on a date.

you really didn’t know how to respond to that question. ❝well uhm... do you have girlfriend?❞ peter took a second and shook his head no.

you smiled, ❝well i’m not dating anyone either, so sure it’s a date. promise you’ll tell me about meeting spidey and your internship?❞

❝promise.❞ peter giggled at your excitement. no one ever cared about what he had to say.

❝i’ll text you later peter. make sure to answer.❞ you furrowed your brows to intimidate him.

❝yeah w-will do.❞ he said waving you goodbye.

chapter three

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