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sincka · 2 years

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|| Silly Mistakes ||

Summary : You and Jake cook together, but the apartment soon becomes a war zone...

Characters : Jake Lockley ; You ; Marc and Steven makes a small appearance

Notes : this one was a request and I know we agreed only for the "basic cute fic" but I couldn't help myself writing some crazy stuff lol it's still simple but I hope the person concerned will like that fic. 🥺❤️ [English and Spanish aren't my native languages, I apologize for my mistakes. Please tell me when something's wrong in the text, I'll correct it]

Warnings : love ; kisses ; love again ; hugs ; more kisses ; cocoa mixture attacks ; whipped cream assault ; a bit of anxiety 🤏 ; cursing ; khonshu is pissed off

Word count : 3.2K

You straighten up.

In front of the rounded mirror, you rub your still damp hair with a towel to dry it. You cherish this feeling of well-being. Your muscles relaxed, your clothes rubbing against your soft, clean skin, the pleasant smell of your hair, the pleasant smell of tomato... Tomato ? Perplexed, you frown slightly as you turn towards the door. You sniff and that good smell coming from outside is still there.

A smile appears on your face when you imagine what your boyfriend is up to.

After a few minutes, you're ready to leave the bathroom.

The smell hits you all the more.

Between the bookcases placed on either side, you see him preparing something in the kitchen. And you can hear him whistling quietly as he's focused on his task. As you walk, you recognize the tune of the song. The slightly slower version of Quien Sera made by Dean Martin. Your curiosity takes over and you keep walking, watching the multi-faceted man open the blender to smell the content. On your way, you notice that a black tie is placed on one of the two chairs on which you sit to eat, chat or laugh together or even all at once. You definitely know who it was.

Usually you find this tie there when your favorite limo driver shows up to get ready for the night ahead. You hate the idea of him being out at night. Jake is not a real hero, you have already seen him at work despite all the trouble he has taken to preserve you. Because even if he's never ashamed to stay true to himself, he found himself being concerned about the way you saw him. He was brutal, radical, determined but also very protective. With time and deep conversation, you've learned that his motives are laudable and that he does his best to put the needs of others before his own. He may not be the typical hero, but he's a true vigilante for you nonetheless. He's just a bit more unpredictable, hot-headed, and hot-tempered than some of the superheroes revered by mankind.

And you have no desire to stop him in his missions, because they are just as crucial for him as for the others, even if he sometimes employs rather drastic measures on his enemies.

"Jake ?" you guess as you keep walking.

You see him take a spoon out of a drawer before plunging it into the blender. But you become all the more intrigued the closer you get to the counter he's standing in front of.

"...Jake ?"

"Taste this." he said suddenly bringing the spoon closer to you.

Despite your surprise, you let him bring the spoon to your lips to taste this liquid and creamy substance.

There, your eyes widen.

"Mhh, damn, that's delicious." you say enthusiastically. "Is it gazpacho ?"

"What insight." Jake teases you with a grin.

"Piss off." you retort with a smile as you hit him on the shoulder, which made Jake chuckle.

He then brought the spoon to his lips to eat the rest before setting it down in the sink. He'll clean it up later.

"I didn't help you prepare it, it bothers me..." you admit, putting your hands on the counter with regret.

"You needed to relax, and a gazpacho is quick to make." Jake replies pouring the contents of the blender into a glass pitcher.

You think for a moment, as you watch your boyfriend cover the pitcher with cellophane. He had his shirt sleeves pulled up over his forearms and his collar was unbuttoned. Then jealousy momentarily overwhelms you when you find that Jake never stained it despite the danger of the tomato.

"Since when do you cook in a white shirt ? Who does that ?" you decide to tease him with a playful grin.

"Me. Ever since I noticed you like watching." he replies, before giving you a proud look accompanied by a charming smile, while he wipes his hands with a towel.

Taken aback by his response, your eyes widen briefly and your heart skips a beat, then your cheeks blush uncontrollably.

"Okay, let me catch up for tonight. I'm making dessert." you announce, determine to get your hands dirty and above all to change the subject quickly.

Of course, Jake's smile widens even more as he puts his gazpacho away in the fridge.

"Yes, would you mind, mi amore ?" he closed the fridge door and then moved closer to you, while you watched him out of the corner of your eyes. "But I like when we cook together, so... Pick a dessert and you can tell me what to do." he adds nevertheless once at your side, plunging his eyes into yours while having his fist resting against his hip and his second hand resting on the counter a few inches from yours.

You raise an eyebrow as you shyly hold back a smile. This idiot knows very well what he's doing by standing close to you and giving you that smile, so sweet but also so seductive.

"So you're going to obey my orders ?" you ask with interest.

"Sí, señora." he nods.

"Mh. Interesting." you say innocently.

Jake chuckled softly. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on you. It often happened to him to observe you with tenderness and amusement, especially in those quiet moments when it's just the two of you and your way of pushing each other to the limits, just for fun.

Since gazpacho is low in calories, you could afford to eat something heartier. After a few minutes of inventorying the cupboards, you decide on a simple moist chocolate cake with whipped cream.

So you start the preparation while Jake preheats the oven. With a whisk, you mix the ingredients that you have placed together in a bowl. But your concentration was quickly disturbed by the man who came up behind you to gently kiss your neck, and the spot behind your ear, then your cheek, forcing your lips to curve upwards. More tenacious than ever, Jake keeps kissing your cheek until you turn to look him straight in the eye while stopping all your movements. He raised his eyebrows as if he was as surprised as you, also stopping his tender kisses to meet your insistent gaze. It's not his fault after all that you smell so good.

Without saying a word, you go back to work while a smirk remains glued to your face. You notice that the mixture is starting to become more compact so you quickly reach for the melted butter on the counter, however you don't see it anywhere. Frowning, you look around in hopes of finding what you need. Then when you turn to Jake, you come face to face with the cup containing the melted butter he was holding. So you bring your hand to it but Jake decides to take it a little further away from you. It is therefore by rolling your eyes that you end up meeting his gaze again.

"You're supposed to help me not slow me down." you say with a slight smile, trying to figure out your boyfriend's intentions.

"Why are you in such a hurry ?" he asks back with a smirk.

His eyes landed on a specific spot on your face, and you can't help but do the same. After a few seconds, you move closer to each other, your eyelids slowly drooping in anticipation. Finally, your lips move together in harmony, gently, but also with a hint of passion. That's what Jake wanted, right ? And yet he was still surprised by your initiative, responding to your kiss with as much fervor. Then he felt the cup slip out of his hand. He opened his eyes, pulling away from your lips reluctantly when he saw you with a victorious smile holding the cup you had just stolen from him.

"I am so proud of you." He announces, shaking his head slightly as he smiles admiringly.

You briefly shrug one shoulder in false modesty before pouring the butter into the bowl. How funny, Khonshu's avatar cooking with you and acting all lovey dovey like he's never threatened anyone or came home with blood on his knuckles. People could say that he was getting soft, but really, he already was when you met him. You're just one of the very few people who really tried to get to know him and dug deep to find out who he really was. But of course, he's kinder to you than he's ever been to anyone else. Paradoxically, he's both sweet and rough. He's... Well. Jake. You snort of amusement and tenderness at that thought.

Then you continue the recipe by adding vanilla essence. At your request, Jake has broken three eggs into the mixture and once that's done, you stir everything with the whisk. Finally, when the preparation is ready and, for his part, Jake finished mixing the whipped cream, you hasten to grease the baking pan.

But the protector of the night's travelers is far from stupid.

He watches you with some concern, noticing that something's wrong. You seemed so rushed, too focused, not fully enjoying this time you were spending together. Of course you were going to savor this cake, but you don't cook together to cook. Jake wanted to spend time with you and the cake is just a pretext. However, you didn't seem to be on the same wavelength tonight. And he suspects why you were so determined to do everything in a hurry.

So he thinks, analyzing your face for just a moment. He wanted you to stop putting pressure on yourself, to enjoy instead of constantly dreading. He also hated leaving you every nights, but you wouldn't gain anything by being dominated by your anxiety and neither would he.

So, while you prepare the baking pan, Jake looks here and there, searching for an effective solution. As for you, you stay focused on your task and don't let yourself be distracted by anything or anyone. Finally, you take a towel to clean your hands.

And you jump when something suddenly lands on your face.

"What the-" you bring your hand to your cheek and to determine what Jake just threw at you.

You then turn to him, entering in total confusion. You see him holding a spatula covered in whipped cream.

"Oh, maldita sea, I really didn't miss you." he said discovering the cream on your face.

"What are you playing ?" you ask then.

"I don't know, you tell me. You seem so eager to see me go." he briefly shrugs.

"N-No, absolutely not ! You idiot !" you retaliate as you throw the towel on the counter.

"Perfect ! So calm down for a minute and enjoy the moment !"

"I'm trying, but I don't want you to go away !" you exclaim in a broken voice.

Suddenly, a heavy silence sets in.

You throw a chill in the room and none of you dare to speak.

Jake's shoulders fell as he looked at you with a sincere apologetic expression. Shit, he didn't know how much that upset you...

"...I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with that thing on your face." he finally laughs, unable to contain himself any longer.

It's funny, you really thought you could get revenge by undermining his morals.

Your lips formed an 'o' of astonishment and you gasp.

"You, bastardo--" you're getting angry.

You grabbed the whisk before throwing the cocoa mixture on Jake's shirt, the latter instinctively taking a step back while raising his wrists in surprise.

Ah ! Take that, you think proudly.

"Not so white now." you smile, enjoying your revenge and admiring your masterpiece on his shirt totally ruined by the mixture.

Jake looked up at you. He was going to save that shirt for tonight. That's a shame. Now he has the duty to fight back.

You raised your eyebrows, challenging him with your gaze. For a moment, neither of you move.

It's all happening now.

Then you grab your bowl and Jake did the same with his before he sprays cream on your clothes. You turn your head to avoid his attacks as you blindly throw chocolate at him while moving away from his position. A laugh escaped your lips as you tossed chocolate at his shirt again then cowered as Jake walked around the table to aim at you better, however he only managed to reach your back.

"That's it, hide, pobre cosa !" he attacks you again as he gets closer to you.

"No, not the hair, not the hair !" you exclaim, laughing before you start running.

He chases after you and grabs you around the waist with his arm, causing you to cry out in surprise as you drop the whisk to the floor.

"No ! Stop, stop !" you giggle as he presses you against him. "You're supposed to obey my orders !"

"There are no rules in battle !" he retorts childishly.

Desperate, you plunged your hand into the bowl that you managed to keep before spreading the cocoa preparation on his face. He closed his eyes and laughed heartily as he released you, but he decided to drop his spatula to counterattack in your own way.

"Bueno, no hay piedad." he warns you.

"Wait, wait ! Not here ! I don't want to stain the sheets or Steven's books." you warn him back as you were dangerously close to the shelves and the bed.

"I agree. Come back." he challenge you in turn.

Okay. You are in the zone that he mustn't cross and yet you inevitably had to get out of it. You have to find a strategy.

Or quite simply, you could stop behaving like children.

Jake beckons you to join him with his hand in an ever more provocative way while raising an eyebrow, and you hesitate for a moment, biting your lower lip, unable to prevent yourself from smiling at this grotesque but so liberating game.

When you suddenly try to fake it by going one way before rushing the other way, keeping your bowl against your chest like you're protecting something precious. Jake used the second shelf to turn around and catch up with you.

He then scooped as much whipped cream as he could into his hand before quickly setting the bowl down on the table.

"¡No-- vuelve aquí!" he laughs again, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.

"Nonononono !" your eyes widen, trying to aim for the table to put down your bowl when you feel it slip through your fingers and you almost miss the edge.

Jake then placed his hand full of cream on your clean cheek as he gently pulled you against him, managing to have the last laugh as you almost tripped together. You put your arms around his waist and he put his available hand on your other cheek to watch your cream-covered face.

"Querida..." he laughs.

Immersed in a sweet bliss, you close your eyes and you keep giggling while lowering your head. Jake accompanies you in your laughter, and his look and his smile are pure joy and affection, the wrinkles that appear towards the outer corners of his eyes testifying to his euphoria.

And while his laughter fades little by little, he finally tries to clean your face as much as possible with his hands to see you more clearly, also brushing away the few locks that fall on your forehead while you raise your head towards him, a few burst of laughter escaping from your lips.

"You have some on your eyes." you laugh once more as you bring your hand to his face to gently wipe away the chocolate that slightly weighs down his eyelids, cleaning one eye after another with love.

Now, you can admire his passionate, playful gaze, full of devotion. Immediately, you give him the same look, your heart warming up so much that it gives you a dose of adrenaline in your veins. No one but him is capable of provoking such strong emotions in you.

If only you knew how capable you are of provoking the same thing to him.

And that's why you end up kissing.

Inevitably, you each taste your cooking while you can't help the smile that curves your lips. After all, you didn't like waste. So you end up putting your hands on his neck while he brings his arms around your waist, hugging you, constantly kissing you, drunk with love.

Together, you could transform an ordinary evening into an avalanche of emotions, madness and newness. Of course, you also like to be carried away in a pleasant routine, being bored together is sometimes part of your daily life, but this routine never becomes unbearable. There's always that little something extra that makes your days better, whether at home or when you're out in town. You both thought this energy was coming from the other, too humble or too blind to admit it was coming from you, when in reality it was just your dynamic. Both of you are irreplaceable and inseparable. It's only thanks to you two that this crazy and intoxicating atmosphere could come to life.

So Jake can't blame you for trying to steal more time to be able to spend it by his side. He would have done the same for you.

You end up kissing his cheek and he presses his lips to your neck, shivers running through your skin, before he whispers a few words there.

"What was that ?" you laugh briefly.

"I'm staying." he repeats, meeting your gaze again.

Your expression immediately changed.

For a moment, you can't believe it.

"You just had to ask." he continues.

"But... What if something serious happens outside ? If Khonshu--"

"The world won't stop spinning if I choose to ignore it." he replies then to reassure you.

So you smile, trying to hide as much as possible the joy that overwhelms you when you realize that he genuinely wanted to stay. Besides, staying at home a few times doesn't stop him from being Khonshu's fist of vengeance later on.

"Plus, I can tell Khonshu to get lost, once in a while. It'll knock him off his pedestal." he adds, managing to make you laugh one last time, cherishing this melody like sweet music to his ears.

"I'm not sure he'll like it." you say back.

If you or Jake were paying attention, you might see some lights crackling.

"We don't give a damn..." Jake retorts before kissing you passionately.

He sure has a power over you. Just like you have this power over him.

"What are we doing for the cake ?" you ask against his lips.

"Well, that was delicious." he replies.

"Really, you like it ?" you play his game.

"Yeah, I loved it." he said sincerely, kissing all over your face.

"Your whipped cream was delicious too." you smile as you hug him back. "It's the best dessert we've ever made"

"I thought the same thing."

"We're awesome." you conclude.

Finally, your lips meet once more.

"El horno sigue encendido." he said without separating from your lips.

"Mh ?"

"The oven's still on." he clarifies.

"Oh, shit." you pull away.

You walk towards the kitchen and he holds your hand until there's too much distance between you, then you lean over to turn off the oven. Although it's electric, you don't like leaving it on for nothing.

And you come back to Jake.

Now face to face, you both take one last look at your silly mistakes and it's not hard to see that you went a little bit too far.

"You do realize I just showered, right ?" you ask then with a grin.

"That's why it's funnier." he replies with a satisfied smile and an amused look.

You're never mad at him for long anyway.

With an amused smile, you sigh as you head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Jake then puts his hands on his hips observing the stains of chocolate and cream they had left on the floor, on the table and of course in the kitchen. Luckily for you, the aquarium and the books are unstained.

"I'm not cleaning up this mess." Steven says suddenly.

"Neither do I." Marc continues.

Then silence dominated the room for a few seconds.

"Not it !" Marc and Steven's voices echoed in Jake's mind.

"Not it--" Jake said quickly but is too late.

Nevertheless, the limousine driver accepts his sentence. He was the one who declared war, after all.

He sighs deeply.

"...Joder."

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grandlovescheme · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @luthien-under-bough, thank you! I love talking about fics and the process of how I write them, so this was fun to put together :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

459,900

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Now exclusively House of the Dragon, specifically Daemyra

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High Hopes

Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

The Dominoes Cascaded in a Line

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to always respond, even if the comment is to an older fic. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed or don't even know what to say when someone's being way too kind to me lol, but I always want to let people know I see them and appreciate them so much.

The only time I don't... is when I see someone's binging my whole fic, so then I only respond to the last comment, once they're all caught up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is easy, as I only have one fic without a happy ending - All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You. I love daemyra too much to not give them HEA as much as possible

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard to pick... Because all of my fics, apart from that one, end teeth rootingly sweet 😂 Perhaps Dominoes. Or perhaps fighter!au, which you guys haven't read yet but it's very fucking happy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Though it is much much better now that I disabled anon asks.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! What kind I write... Hmm, tbf I think I write pretty vanilla stuff, even if I do try to explore some kinks here and there when it fits the story and the characters. I guess my kind is focusing on the feelings most of the time, and the emotional connection.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, or at least I haven't yet. We'll see if muse ever strikes this way!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times in a different fandom

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet, but I'm definitely open to the idea. I definitely wrote a bunch of stuff based on my fandom friends' crazy ideas and prompts with their help, so that's halfway there, I guess

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

No couple had ever taken over my life and thoughts the way Daemyra did, so, the answer is clear!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Soulmates AU? I was once so excited for it, wrote a bunch of notes and even the first two chapters, but now I'm kinda... not feeling it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I spent the longest on this question. I think it's the emotions I try to convey in my fics, good or bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Now this is much easier. Plot! Intrigue! If you guys haven't noticed yet lol, I write fics heavily focused on romance only, and the development of Daemyra's relationship, because I just can't pull off anything more than that.

I'll probably never write a fic where people will wonder what'll happen next, what that and this means, what this person's motivations are... Because I'm unfortunately not wired that way. But I learned to accept that, and I have fun writing my silly romances with no real plot <3

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it myself a few times and I like to see it in other fics, too. Especially in HV it's delicious to see in the canon-verse. Though I always struggle with how to write the translation - right next to it, in cursive, in brackets, in the final notes?? That's always a head scratcher

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, probably Twilight? I don't remember writing anything before that, so must be it

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably still High Hopes, even after all this time 🤍

This was fun! I'm tagging some of my writer friends if they wanna join and haven't yet, @ar-feyniel, @eschercaine, @calenlily, @fiora-miriel and anyone else who wants to! :)

#my fic stuff #question game #my writing i guess

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scienceoftheidiot · 8 months

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@his-alpha-vixen I hope you too don't mind me replying this way!

So I am going to go the opposite route to what I usually do with my WIPs here, which is try to keep the mystery and all. I'm going to give a detailed answer, for two reasons :

I have two very big WIPs I want to finish before I start writing this for real, even if I can't help plotting it, I don't want to dive into the characters and this setting while I'm still handling two other hard to write stuff. So it could take time, and sharing about it keeps me in the momentum to write it one day.

I don't mind spoilers myself. If you tell me where the story is headed and what is going to happen I still want to read the story, because what I want to know is HOW we get there, I want to live it and feel with the characters. So just giving out the structure of it doesn't bother me that much.

I'll keep it under a read more though in case some people aren't like me and want to avoid seeing plot points (and that makes the post appear shorter lol).

Roy and Riza stop piloting after a mistake of their own causes the destruction of their jaeger, injuries to themselves and above all the death of thousands of innocents in the outskirts of the city they were supposed to protect.

They are tasked to protect one big city, but they take too much time to kill the very big and too powerful kaiju before it reaches it, and it is entirely their conscious fault for plotting and hesitating, and they eventually have to kill him right there to save the bigger part of the city, crushing and burning thousands in the process.

Their boss (Bradley!) and the overall public don't give a shit because the places destroyed were slums.

Riza gets severe burns on her back, Roy on his hands while trying to save her (he starts wearing gloves at all times starting then). Roy and Riza alike feel tremendous guilt for the killing of thousands of innocents, but are shunned whenever they want to talk about it, because "they did their job".

Once they are (physically 🙃) healed, they try to go back to piloting, but during their first training session with a new jaeger the drift goes wrong. Both are anxious about messing up again and killing people and seeing the other being hurt, and they get stuck into a feedback loop, putting their whole crew and more in danger. Roy is the one who manages to pull out and bring Riza back, but they are then forbidden by Bradley to pilot together again, for safety reasons. Riza decides to become the mechanic for Roy and his new copilot - Havoc, whom Roy is drift compatible with, even if the connexion is nothing like what he had with Riza.

Flash forward a few years, a new pilot team appears: two young genius brothers who have been noticed for building their own jaeger with scavenged spare parts. The older has lost an arm and a leg (I take it that in a world with the technology to build giant robots connected to the nervous system of their pilots, there is a good equivalent to automail) and the younger never takes out his full pilot suit. They are great at fighting and friendly with most.

What the Elrics won't tell is that they were casualties of Roy and Riza's mistake. They were injured while trying to save their mom from the destruction.

One last point that has nothing to do with the story - and thanks already if you read until here, hope you liked these ideas :

Like everyone, I am wary of people stealing my ideas if I share them like that, but come on. This is fanfic. I can't whine about it. And while all the plot is there, I know my forte isn't plotting AT ALL, this is pretty easy to come up with if you're familiar with both source material. It's just a synthesis of both. My thing, what I'm good at - at least I think I am lol - is characters feelings and dialogues. Angst, for example. Which you don't have here lol. So eh feel free to just do the same thing, if it strikes your imagination, two authors with the same guidelines will never come up with the same stuff. The more the merrier.

#pacific rim au #royai #wip

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megarywrites · 7 months

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roy g biv tag game

I was tagged by @thewriteflame (thanks, this was really fun!) everything is from Seafoam, and as always, it got long lol

I'll tag: @flowerprose @the-orangeauthor @aninkwellofnectar @pinespittinink @ashen-crest @daisywords @surroundedbypearls (no pressure ofc!)

red

The light of the dying sun bled into the raging sea, and still Pa’s ship had not yet come into port. Its silhouette was etched on the horizon with perhaps an hour or two of sailing before the Pontus would return to shore. Then, he would be home and warming himself at the hearth, regaling Ma and I with tall tales about the pirates and sea serpents he encountered with his crewmates. Each time, his stories became more elaborate, more far-fetched. All to make her laugh, if I had to guess, because Ma’s laughter filled our home for days following his homecoming. I twirled the thin stem of an othima blossom between my fingers, then tore my gaze away from the outline of the Pontus to look at the tiny flower. It blended just so with the light of the setting sun, a mottle of bright red and orange with the tips of its five petals dipped in gold. “Thala!” Absently, I looked up at the sound of Ma’s voice. The fact that she had called my name did not quite register until she did it again. Louder, this time, her voice floating up to where I was perched on the bluff. “Thala! Come home! Supper is getting cold!”

orange

“It was just a dream,” she said, softly now. I shook my head, my breaths coming quick and short as my eyes darted behind her, scanning each of the unfamiliar faces. All of them, witnesses to my shame. “It wasn’t real.” Ma—no, Mitha—swam up behind the crowd, flanked by another stranger. She wove effortlessly through the scattered throng, making her way toward me. I pressed myself closer to the wall, despite the discomfort in my fin, watching her warily as she approached. She reached into the satchel at her hip, removing a little pouch made of folded dark red algae. From within it, she extracted a few translucent orange orbs, letting them collect on her palm as she stopped before me. My gaze flicked between the orbs and the face I knew so well. “If you take these, you’ll be able to rest peacefully until you naturally wake.” I eyed the orbs, then her again. “No nightmares?” “No dreams at all.” Cautiously, I held out my hand, waiting for her to pour them into my palm. Once she did, I swirled them around, watching them bump together before I popped them into my mouth. I bit down, the juice of the orbs exploding in my mouth. They tasted of unripe tomatoes, the acidity dripping a harsh line down my throat as the world grew numb around me. I floated forward, slumping into Mitha’s waiting arms, and knew no more.

yellow

Once I pulled my hair out from the back of my kapta and slipped my sioti on, I opened the door, and Solera pushed off the wall, glancing up at me. She reached out, tucking a loose curl behind my ear before she turned and led me up and out of our room, through the common room, and up the stairs to the corridor. We raced into the latridom with the other stragglers, slowing to a brisk walk when Sorma Rimal pointedly cleared her throat. All of us fell into lines flanking the aisle, the Smara churning below us. I tried to stand beside Solera, but Rinni had already taken the spot, so I took the place across from her. She signed something, but the opening of the double doors took my attention away before I could read her hands. People streamed into Katania, the chatter muted as they walked between us. We all pressed our hands to our chests, inclining our heads respectively. Everyone was dressed in their best garments, white and ivory predominant, but pale yellows, and bright reds were scattered amidst them. Gold accents flashed in the sunlight streaming through the many windows of the latridom. When everyone was through, Sorma Rimal walked down the aisle, her chin held high, her gold-filigreed ivory robes swishing on the glass floor behind her. The Stoli filed in two lines behind her, Solera’s fingers brushing against mine when we were back beside each other again.

green

Laughter from inside was carried out on the breeze. Ma’s laughter. I grabbed the handle of the bucket and hurried back in to find Solera sitting with Ma, who was now all wrapped up in our biggest, warmest blanket, on the sooty edge of the hearth. Both of them looked up at me, then at each other conspiratorially, Solera breaking into a grin. “What?” I asked, my gaze darting between the pair of them as I placed the bucket down by Ma. “Oh, nothing.” Solera, taking the cue from Ma, tried to school her expression. Unsuccessfully. “I think I might be a little hungry.” “Oh?” “Something light, I think,” Ma added as I started to clear the counter so I could start preparing a meal. Solera hopped up to help, but I shook my head, gesturing back to the hearth. “Just relax. You two can keep making jokes about me if you want.” Ma chuckled as I slid my hands through the handles of the mugs littering the counters. “Whatever made you think we were doing that?” I rolled my eyes, which only made her laugh again. There was that green bottle that Solera had noticed earlier. Bulbous at the base, narrow at the spout. No cork. It was empty. “Do you want to reuse this?” I asked her, holding it up and glancing over at Ma. She shook her head without even looking my way, wrapped up in her whispers with Solera. Huffing a sigh, I tossed the bottle into the bin, both of them looking up when it shattered. “What, sweetheart?” “What are you in the mood to eat?”

blue

I kept staring at Olena, waiting for her to look back at me before I raised my shaking hands to ask Can you look after her for me? When she gets back? She nodded and I braced myself against the table as I stood. Faced Cilia. “I’m ready.” She pushed the door open further, holding it in place as I walked out the door. Panic speared my heart as the door fell heavily closed, draping the stairwell in darkness. Against my wishes, I scurried toward the promise of light on the ground floor. Sorma Rimal emerged from the shadows seconds after I did, her robes so blue they were almost black. Her eyes were on me, pity clearly swimming in the depths of her gaze. Her attention darted away, toward the inner hall of the latridom, before she fished in her pocket and produced a small, thin vial of translucent sage-green liquid. My brow furrowed as I looked at it, then up to her when she held it out to me. “Take it.” “What is it?” “A potion to keep you from getting pregnant.” Dread frosted over me, sending a shiver down my spine, and my mouth popped open in a response that never came. She grabbed my hand by the wrist, setting it on my palm and closing my fingers around it. “It’s quite potent so just be sure to take a few drops every day.” “Yes, Sorma.” She released my hand and continued walking, so I tucked the vial in the pocket by my side and trudged after her.

indigo

Dusk was settling in, the indigo clouds stretching across the sea barely brushed with gold on the edges. I caught glimpses of it as we ran past the windows. But then the wall opened up to another, lantern-lit corridor and I stopped running to look all around. A loud snap sounded behind me, and I whirled around, finding Solera, bathed in a warm, yellow glow stretching out from an opening in the wall before her. She waved me to join her, and I hiked up my skirt even higher, sprinting so fast that she reached out to grab me to slow me down. Laughter was sparking in her eyes as she nodded into the kitchens. A vast room, probably the size of the house Pa had built for us, filled with counters and scullery maids and baskets fit to burst with vegetables of such variety that I hardly recognized some of them. There were so many smells, it was hard to keep track of them all, but it made my stomach grumble. If only I could stay in here and taste everything rather than go up and serve the Diamo and his guests… Bottles of vina rested in holes drilled into the wall, waiting to be used. Curled glass pitchers were lined up beneath them, one of the scullery maids carefully pouring a golden vina into several of them. All of the Stoli were getting platters and plates and serving utensils down, directed by a rather red-faced, rotund woman with kind features and her wispy silver hair tied up into a bun.

violet

“Are you ready to head home?” I gulped, then shook my head and reached out to brace myself as I swam up to the edge of the upper deck, leading to [the captain]'s room. The site of many of my nightmares. Would his corpse be lying within, still tangled in the violet sheets where I had left him? Or had they disposed of him, too? “Is that the captain’s quarters?” I nodded. “We don’t have to go in there.” “I know.” Closing my eyes tightly, I sighed, then started forward toward the ajar door. It pushed open much more easily than mine did, but it was equally as wrecked. Only, there were more things to be tossed about. Bedding, lanterns, maps, instruments to chart the seas, collected trinkets from years of travel, and all the furniture. Thankfully, though, no [captain]. The thought returned in the pressing silence as I cast about the haunted room—the thought that they should all pay for what they did.

#tag game #wip: seafoam #mc: thala galanis #sc: mitapi galanis #tc: arteras galanis #sc: solera aurado #sc: mitha #ship: thalera #sc: cilia rimal #the red snippet is the opening segment of the story/book one #and again i'm sorry this got so long aldfjalsdkjf but it was fun trying to decide between snippets and figuring out just how much context #was needed to make these readable/enjoyable lol #and ofc i had to be extra and try to match the shades of the colors to what i was actually picturing in the scene

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mirrorofprinces · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped ask: 3, 5, 6, 12, 17, 18, 19, 20, 28, 29, 30!

answered 17, 28, 29 <3

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? i thinkkkk i can't stop and look the other way. i knew for sure i wanted to play with infidelity kink (and my original idea was actually for the infidelity to be real lol) but i chickened out and just made it a roleplay, and even clearly tagged it as such, but i'm proud of how i pulled it off in a way that a bunch of people commented saying they forgot or didn't realize it was roleplay hehe. maybe i'll write actual infidelity one day! who knows

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? god, that's gotta be give it to ya like you never had it. i truly didn't expect the response it's gotten because there was already a super popular pornstar AU fic, so i knew my second cake would just be a humble offering in comparison, but i think a lot of people really liked the way i wrote them here where i had fun exploring their personalities outside of mafia canon.

6. Favorite title you used? oh, i hate all my titles, i literally don't think of a title until 30 seconds before posting, and then i end up using whatever song i was listening to while writing...

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? jesus christ. you don't wanna know. it's in the double digits for sure lmao ><

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? i don't know that it's been one character consistently in my posted fics, but i can admit that the "character" in my rpf WIPs that's been giving me hell is apo. he is so hard to write!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? i guess i can technically say mileapo since i haven't finished or posted any mileapo fics yet. but another kp ship i want to try is (unpopular opinion alert) vegasporsche. hear me out!! they might suck together in the series, but they have a different dynamic in the novel, and their relationship is more genuine (not FULLY genuine but like, more than in the show lol, like they become friends and vegas develops actual feelings for porsche and everything). but i just don't know if i'll ever actually write them because i would need the perfect idea or AU and it hasn't come to me yet.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? probably down like my head on your chest, because i THINK it's my fav la fortissimo fic. i'm just really happy with the scenes i chose to hornify, plus the hallway-semi-public-masturbation bit was a huge turning point for porsche where he was given full control of the situation for once and he still chose to submit. you don't really get this because it's in porsche pov, but from that point on in the series, you notice kinn ends up "playing with porsche's emotions" a lot more (ie. having him drive his twinks home, fucking a lot more escorts, shutting down conversations about their feelings) and that's actually kinn poorly coping with porsche's unwavering trust by trying to prove to himself that he doesn't feel anything for porsche, which we all know is a BIG FAT LIE. but anyways. no one reads into the story this deeply, i know you're all just here for the smut <3

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? my biggest surprise is that i can write again LMAO. before kp brainrot, i went like a full 2 calendar years without writing anything because i was so uninspired, plus constantly comparing myself to the thousands of better writers in the huge fandom i was in at the time. kp also has incredible writers but it's a much smaller fandom and i feel a lot less self-conscious posting here. i remember in my old fandom, i literally couldn't even tweet about an idea i had that i wanted to write without getting a dozen replies from people saying "there's already a fic like that", which is like, ok, i know none of my ideas were especially original, but getting that response constantly made me feel like my writing just wasn't welcome. oh well. with kp being a new and small fandom, nothing feels "overdone" yet, so i'm having a lot of fun in this playground!

#answered #my writing

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sungbeam · 2 years

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oooh that’s only in a couple days !! good luck with your classes :> also that’s totally understandable :( at least we live in a day and age with facetime and stuff tho so you can def keep in touch with them and still talk to them every day if you want to :)) and aksjskdj i’ve been there so many times 💀 cuz i’m so introverted too like 💀 (well we are twins after all 😌✨) but yeah just go at your own pace and the time will come when you find your ppl :) i’m glad to hear you’ve already made a friend tho ^_^

ahh i’ve been good! yeah i don’t think i’ve actually told you but i’m actually not going to college/university (,,, at least not for now 👀) my plan is quite different from the traditional ways of going to college or university after high school. it’s a little bit hard to explain in just one short ask but basically i’m actually in the process of completing a short certificate program and from there i’m going hopefully straight into the workforce :’)) i’m lucky that my chinese parents actually approve of this plan 😭 ,, actually no that’s not completely true sksjsj my mom doesn’t l o v e the idea but my dad was actually the one who introduced it to me LOL but yeah :> and with this program i get to go at my own pace which has its pros and cons. the pros are quite obvious i think ,, but one of the cons is that bc i get to go at my own pace and there are no strict deadlines, it’s been a little bit difficult pulling myself out of summer mode sksjskdk 💀😭 but other than that tho it’s going well and i’m slowly making my way through it !!

thank uuu ah im gonna need a bit of luck for one class in particular but i'm sure i'll be alright (_ _;) that's true !! the very night my mom landed back home, we had called w my brother and we watched movies online together skcnskfn

i got her instagram acct and i call that a success :') for us introverts, even a name is a success 😃✨ there's a lot of orientation activities this past week that haven't been mandatory, but they're pretty much to meet new people, and there was an out of state mixer today lmao i was going to go but then i realized how absolutely miserably uncomfortable i would be there so i just went grocery shopping lol i got raspberries and apple juice tho so i call that a win

omg that sounds so cool tho!! i'm happy to see ur able to pursue such a path (even w partial chinese parental approval 😭🤧) wishing u much success and luck and love and good skills !! u got this, em (^_-)-☆ ah yeah, i def get that 😅 self discipline and coming out of summer mode is so, so difficult 🤧 i once took a math course over summer and i literally procrastinated until the first week of school 🤡 so i'm sure ur doing much better than i had been doing back then (^^ゞ

idk if ur comfy sharing but what field do u plan to go into :0

#sungbeam strikes again #em 🍪#moot ❧#omg ur long ask absolutely made my day skcnkenfkejd

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songofclarity · 3 years

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How does cat baxia react to WRH?

Baxia baits Wen RuoHan by lying on her back with her belly up. Look at how soft and fluffy she is! Look at her cute little bean toes! Her sweet face! Definitely no claws and teeth lying in wait.

(She doesn't think they should trust him. She knows he’s related to the guy with the big dog who tried to bite her. She showed those two who is boss and she'll show this one, too!)

Wen RuoHan is actually a cat person so he just coos and tells her how lovely she is. And he's not lying because it's true: Baxia is a very beautiful cat! No matter how soft and thick her fur looks, however, he knows NOT to put his hand in!

But he does humor the sign that she might want to play, so he picks up a teaser. And her eyes go pitch black and she jumps straight to it because he knows just how to make the lure especially tempting~ Baxia is in hunter heaven!!!

And they enter into a tenuous treaty where she will lie down exhausted afterwards within his vicinity.

One day she brings a toy to him, demanding to play. If he tries to pet her she simply turns into water and darts away.

Small victories~

#anon #asked from above #wen ruohan #baxia #mdzs thoughts #modern au #ty for asking about baxia and wrh anon bc i love them!#i'm answering all my asks out of order please excuse me everyone #i'll still get to all the others once i pull myself together lol

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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find the word

tagged by @thewriteflame and my words were: space, sound, sleep, flight, and erase. I'll tag @erensattacktitandick @isherwoodj @flowerprose @daisywords and @pinespittinink and your words will be: taste, tease, tired, torn, and trust

Seafoam didn't have flight or erase so I had to go into old drafts from my series to fill those two prompts

space

The soles of my sandals were slick enough to make me almost slip as I burst into the kitchens. I steadied myself, looking up at the now-giggling scullery maids and the amused yet exasperated Loreda. Shooting them a grin that they couldn’t see, I hurried over to the kitchen where Marina—one of the maids—slid the Diamo’s tray of food to where I stopped. “I’m surprised he hasn’t come down for his meal himself, with how long you took,” Loreda said, shaking her head. Still smiling, albeit a tad sheepishly, I rubbed the space between my brows with two fingers. “Yeah, yeah. Take your sorrys and head upstairs. Away with you, now,” she said, nodding for the door that lead up to the Diamo’s dining room.

sound

Drowsiness was settling over me like a blanket, and before I could stop myself, my eyes slid closed. A second later, I jerked awake, determined as I was to keep myself from falling asleep…but…I was no longer in Chitrenikos. I was back on the [the ship]. In [her first murder]’s bed. And I wasn’t alone. [He] laid beside me, our arms pressed together, and he was cold and stiff and dead. Blood was gurgling out of him from around the shard still protruding from his belly. We were drowning in his sea of silken purple sheets, but…what was that sound? In my trepidation, I could do no more than turn my head slightly to glimpse at him. His unblinking eyes stared at the ceiling and an open-mouthed smile touched his lips. He was emitting a faint laugh. Get out. Get out of his bed. Get out of this room. Get back to the sea where you’re safe and free and— “Thala,” he rasped, as if his throat was still raw from that final yell I stabbed out of him. “There’s no escape.”

sleep

Beyond the jagged edge of the dilapidated courtyard laid the vast and terrifying expanse of the cavernous ocean. She told me of the wreckages they had explored and scavenged…or caused. I went with her, once, but the memories were still too fresh, and I could feel the phantom hands all over me. If I closed my eyes for even a second, I would see the men attached to them, too — their wicked grins, their vile forms creeping out of the shadows and lunging for me. Was it really any wonder that I forwent sleep?

flight — from an old draft of Visions from the Pool

"You can come out now," he said, nudging where he could feel a little spot of warmth beneath his jacket. The brilor darted out in front of him, illuminating the portion of the woods directly before him. He grimaced with each step, his ankle throbbing in pain. "It's a good thing I have feeling in my legs again," he said sarcastically, stopping to check his ankle. He hunkered down to the ground, pulling his boot off with a wince, the brilor hovering down before him so he could see what he was doing. He took his pack off from his back, bringing it to his lap, feeling around inside once he got it unlatched. "Three pairs of socks, mum...really?" He pulled out one of the extra pairs, peeling off the one he soiled with mud on his flight from Carnen and replacing it with one of the fresh socks. He brushed his hand along the ground, feeling for sticks or twigs that would work as a brace. Finding several, he piled them by his injured foot and began tearing the muddy sock into strips, making himself a brace of sorts. He gingerly pulled the other sock up and over the brace before slipping into his boot. Groaning, he leaned his head against his knee. His stomach growled, souring his already poor mood. Why was it that anything that could possibly go wrong was doing exactly that?

erase — from a random snippet of from Book 2 (I'm rethinking the current title lol)

“Are you still upset with me?” Konan gulped, finally turning to her, finding her staring at her clasped hands. The moons’ light shimmered in her hair, lined the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips. He averted his eyes, licking his lips before scrubbing his hand over his beard. “Part of me wants to be, if I’m being honest. But…” Her head lifted, and he immediately looked back at her, her night-dark eyes snatching his gaze. “But I think at this point, it’s impossible for me to stay mad at you.” The corner of her lip twitched up; she was trying not to smile. Konan stepped closer, his hand stretching across the banister toward hers. Not touching, not unless she did so first. “I know it doesn’t erase what…what happened, but I am sorry.” “I know.” “What do I need to do for you to forgive me?” Her eyes searched his imploringly, and any of his residual anger towards the rather unfortunate situation she had aided in the bringing about melted away. “Nothing.” She blinked. Slowly at first, then rapidly as her brow furrowed. “I already have.” “But—” “We’ll sort all this out. Together.”

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my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

—

From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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nicoleheichou · 3 years

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Now All I See Is Color - chapter 30: don't know what to do

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In a world where soulmates exist, it's uncommon for most people to find theirs. A lot of them going their whole lives never experiencing the world in color because they've never met their soulmate. But that all changes for y/n when she becomes MSBY Jackals player, Miya Atsumu's assistant. They're about to experience the world in color together. But what does that mean for y/n when both her and Atsumu are in committed relationships?

Earlier you received a text from Semi asking if you wanted to sit with him during the game, which of course you did. He promised to save you a seat, so now you were trying to find him in the crowd of people.

You spot him, surrounded by what you assume to be some of his fangirls. He immediately notices you and motions for you to make your way over, excusing himself from the fangirls. "Semi!" He pulls you into a hug and you can't help but laugh. "How have you been kitten?" Pulling away you get a good look at him. "I'm good! And I really like your outfit Sem, the colors go well together."

"You can see colors y/n?" He questions. Shrugging, you turn to look down at the court with both teams warming up. "That's one of the things I want to discuss with you and Ushi tonight. So let's save it for then. 'Kay?" Not saying a word, the male just nods.

You get the feeling that you're being watched, so you look around for the culprit and your eyes land on none other than Atsumu. He gives you a small smile which you reciprocate. Trying your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach you turn your attention to Semi. "So what have you been up to?" You spend the rest of the time before the game distracting yourself from the feeling in your stomach by talking with the gray haired male beside you.

You sit in the stands with Semi, waiting for people to clear out and just killing time before you meet up with Ushijima. Your phone vibrates and you see a text from the male, telling you that he's done and waiting for you and Semi by the back exit.

"Come on Sem!" Grabbing his hand you lead him to the back exit. Passing by the restrooms you notice a group blocking your way. You can't help but let out a sigh. "What are you guys doing by the restrooms? And why are you all crowding Sho?"

Atsumu is the first to speak up. "They're ganging up on my wing spiker!" The look of confusion on your face prompts Sakusa to speak up. "Don't listen to Atsumu, they're just saying hi." Finally noticing you, Hoshiumi practically tackles you into a hug. "It's been so long since I've seen you in person y/n." He says while burying his face in your hair.

"Sorry Kou. I've been so busy." You say while reaching up to pat his head. Semi clears his throat beside you, reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing. "Oh yeah! Good game tonight guys! And it was nice seeing you Kou, but I have to get going. Text me?" And with that you excuse yourself and finally head to the exit.

You notice a figure leaning against the wall and you can't help but smile. You could recognize him anywhere, what with how he towers over everyone and just by the way he's built, definitely bigger than the others. "Y/n." He's the first to speak up. "Toshi." You say with a smile before pulling him into a hug. "We got distracted, that little shrimp was having his usual run in with everyone by the restrooms again."

"So what was it that you wanted to talk to us about y/n?" Semi questions as he shoves a spoonful of the curry into his mouth. "I feel like you're the only ones I can talk to about this. I can't go to Suna or my friends, I want an unbiased opinion because I really don't know what to do anymore." You notice that both men have stopped eating to give you your full attention.

Ushijima is the first to speak up. "What do you mean y/n?" Letting out a shaky breath, you decide to start from the beginning. "So I've met my soulmate. I can see colors now." You pause waiting for a reaction. "Holy shit! Really? What's it like? Wait. No. Who's your soulmate? What does Suna think about this? Are you going to leave Suna?" Semi fires out every thought that pops into his head, not bothering to filter any of it.

You bury your face in your hands. "I don't know what to do. My soulmate is Atsumu. And as of right now I have no intentions of breaking up with Rin but...I feel like the more time I spend with Atsumu the more I can picture myself with him." You feel someone rubbing soothing circles into your back, it's only then do you realize that you're crying. "It's okay. You don't have to make a decision right now sweetheart." Looking up you see Ushijima, his olive eyes staring back at you. There was something about his eyes, even before you could see color that almost always immediately comforted you.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Rin. Or that I'm going to hurt Atsumu. I don't know if he remembers but one night he got drunk and told me that he's falling in love with me." It's Semi's turn to comfort you, thumbs swiping at the tears. "Kitten, it's normal to feel what you're feeling. You always put others before yourself, it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know?"

Was it really okay to be selfish for once? "Well how do you feel about Atsumu? Just because you're soulmates doesn't mean you'll work out. You have to put in the effort like any other relationship." The olive haired male says. People always had the perception of Ushijima being a dumb jock but that was far from it. He just didn't like to talk if he didn't need to.

How do you feel about Atsumu? You've been so focused on his drunken confession that you never really got to focus on your feelings for him. "Sometimes he'll do something or say something meant just for me and I'll get butterflies. I enjoy the time we spend together. When he's hurting, I can't help but feel the same way. I don't think of being his assistant as a job because I like being able to be there for him. But I can't help but think what if I'm just thinking I feel this way because we're soulmates? What if I'm subconsciously trying to make things work because we are soulmates and not because I actually love him?"

"Well how do you feel about Suna?" Semi questions. You let out a sigh. You know your feelings for Suna. "Where do I even start? I love him. I love him so much. And I'm not saying this because I feel guilty or anything. I get excited to see his good morning texts, I look forward to our phone calls, I miss him whenever we're apart, I'm constantly thinking about him. I can see a future with him. That's why I can't help but feel guilty whenever I have these thoughts about Atsumu. They're both amazing, but I don't know what I should do. I don't want to hurt either of them."

"I think it would be best to let both of them know. They have a right to know what your feelings are for the both of them, because they're both part of it too." Although he was a man of few words, whenever Ushijima did speak, it was always exactly what you needed to hear even if you didn't want to. "You don't have to go at this alone, Suna and Atsumu are also there for you." The gray haired male gives you a quick pinch on the cheek. "And if you ever need to talk about it...we're here." He motions between himself and Ushijima. "Did you ever think of being in a relationship with both of them? I mean it worked out for the three of us."

You can't help but chuckle before playfully shoving Semi. "I think I want to be in a monogamous relationship now. It was exhausting having two boyfriends." You tease. But it was an interesting thought, could you really be with both of them? "But really, if you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to about this, we're here y/n." Ushijima broke you out of your thoughts and hearing him comforting you and telling you that you can rely on the both of them, that brought on a fresh set of tears. What did you do to deserve such amazing people in your life?

Bonus:

so i really had Semi joking about a poly relationship in the drafts before y'all suggested it. lol.

the google form is still up if you haven't answered it! i'll probably keep it up for a few days so everyone has a chance to answer it. ☺

comment or message me if you want to be added to the taglist!

it's a crime that all the japan men's vball games are at 4:40am for me but will i be watching them? yes. 🥴

and have a fun weekend! stay safe & hydrated!

oh yeah sleepover is next chapter & it's pretty much a filler. but one of my faves idk.

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larrydoinglaundry · 2 years

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Okay, so here's my recap of LTWT Stockholm😵 I'll write everything I can remember. The concert pieces will come together in my head later lol, my thoughts are still a bit scattered.

👇🏻Click to read the whole novel story below and see a random video of Louis telling us to cheer for the crew and introducing habit👇🏻

Queue: I met a girl on tiktok that was also going alone, so we decided to queue together. We got to the venue at 4 am, and got numbers 72 ja 73, but rose to 63 and 64 because some people were gone too long from the queue and lost their spots. I heard the ones who made the queue system and camped did favor some people, as in let them come back to the queue even after being gone. But other than that, the queue was drama free! And it got super long very early in the morning. Security was with us the whole day and handled everything super well. The only thing that heated things up was the security check when they opened the gates and your number didn't really matter at that point anymore, lol. But we went in in a little choo-choo train so nobody was running and pushing.

Waiting inside the venue + Only the Poets: I got second row, that's the most important part heh. Anyway, security told us all to sit down and gave us water. They stressed the importance of hydration continously. They gave water in paper or plastic cups, but once Only the Poets came in, they switched to also squirting water into people's mouths from the bottles. Some people's mouths touched the bottles so hello covid. Also, no masks in sight except for like two or three 💀

OTP had great energy! They were palpably touched by the audience's reactions and our "torches" + the hearts we held up. I think it was for their music video or something. Girls in front of me waited for louis in the beginning I think because they sighed and almost rolled their eyes when they came on💀 They also somehow squeezed in front of me.

After OTP we got water again, plenty of it, and I think first people fainted during this period. It was warm in the front but not overly hot but the middle must have been burning hot. Security kept telling people to step back because first few rows from barricade were getting squished.

Louis: First of all. Louis. He looked so dainty in real life. I wouldn't call him tiny but very lithe and light. Also hello sweatpants. I somehow managed to not cry when he came on stage. And I had my y/n moment...

Anyway. People next to me were continously flipping him off and trying to get him to do it back, and I know it's a sign of affection, but now that he was there, I couldn't have done it myself💀 Call me a prude idc.

The audience was loud. I got to scream sing you were my because, come so far from Princess Park & Larry call a load of smoke in. The energy during Through the Dark was unmatched. Always You was a fave of mine. And of course KMM but we'll get to that.

I was a little disappointed we weren't allowed to bring flags with sticks in, they made us pull or snap the sticks, so the pride during OTB wasn't as noticable as it could have been😔

His speaking voice sounds even higher in person. Except for the part when he introduced Habit like what was that sir?? 😳

Sooo many people fainted. I lost count how many but security handled it well, and the show flowed without interruptions. Louis did look upset after the umpteenth fainting, though, and also tossed his water for people at one point.

Kill my mind. Kill. My. Mind.

Honestly at this point was already near tears because I knew it's ending soon. But the energy of the venue kept them at bay, lol. Then I just saw how he jumped down from the stage?? There was a huge pressure behind me as everyone wanted to get close in case he comes to our side. I didn't expect to get to touching distance so I was just ready to film in case he walks by. But the motherfucker jumped on the barricade right in front of us?? When I tell you I was shocked and my soul left my body. It all happened so fast but I reached out to softly hold his wrist and my brains slowly processed I was touching Louis Tomlinson?? Soft skin with fair body hair I'm-😔 Then he hopped off and smiled like the mischievous devil he is, knowing very well what kind of chaos he caused. Oh, then came the waterworks... We were all either crying or laughing a little maniacally, or just in general shock, and he had the audacity to laugh when he got back on stage.

Lil' fucker will be the death of me.

Interestingly enough, I had never cried because of a concert before. Or even after my M&G with Adam Lambert who has been the wind beneath my wings for the past 11 years. So I guess it's safe to say I feel more content in my emotions these days, and feel more. I was still crying when I walked to my hotel.

I felt so incredibly lucky this was my first show since pandemic started and also my first Louis show. My first time ever seeing Louis in general. I don't know what good things I have done to deserve this joy but if there is a higher power, for once, they liked me😔❤️ I feel a bit bummed I sold my other Louis tickets because I got harrassed for attending multiple shows (while some attend all...), but at least now this was a special little thing that I looked forward to so long.

Until the next time, babes❤️ Maybe get over your beef with Finland by then. Why is it the only Nordic country you left out? 💀

Have this random video of mine:

#ltwt stockholm #lt tour

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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I present to you overworked. A comfort one shot I made hella quick for @mindninjax myself and anyone else who needs some bakugou comfort today. Please enjoy and let Bakugou be here for you if no one else can. 😊

Header by me!

Your phone softly vibrates on your desk as your eyes burn from staring at a screen filled with information that is familiar, information that you should know but just cannot retain.

Or focus.

So your phone is a happy distraction as you reach for it, only to be slightly annoyed by to a message from your hot headed friend.

Grumpyasshole: Oi, haven't heard from you in that stupid ass group chat all week. Dunce face and shitty hair wanna know what's pissed in your cheerios

Tongue in your cheek you debate on replying. You had ignored a slew of messages from your friends, in the group chat and even your dms sat smiling faces trapped in their little bubbles but you had always turned your phone face down. Too caught up in stress to be able to fulfill any social quota but your friends must have been desperate to convince the token grump of the group to message you. Privately at that.

In a matter of seconds your thumbs slide across the virtual keyboard, knowing you could be honest with Bakugou, that the Pro hero could handle any sort of emotional load with ease.

You thought it most likely because he did not care in the first place to store the baggage, at least not anywhere for long.

You: Just feeling really run down from work. I think I'm over my head but probably too prideful to admit. Lol. Please tell everyone I'm sorry, that I'm just busy and I'll be back on my bullshit hopefully by Friday.

Before you can even set your phone down you see that Bakugou leaves you on read. Your snort softly as you shake your head, tossing your phone aside for work.

"Typical." You mutter to yourself. Reaching for your iced coffee only to find it empty. You debate if you should take a trip to get more. On one hand the air, despite the rain would do you good, you're sure your deskmate would gladly take a coffee. On the other, everyone in the office would stuff your hands with bills and credit cards begging you'd bring them some of that sweet nectar back. No one would care that you wouldn't haven't a hand for your umbrella and your hair would get totally fucked.

So you decide to suffer in silence, as you always do.

Hours slip through your fingers before your eyes glance at the small clock on the bottom right hand side of your computer. Steadily counting the minutes in the small banner. You sigh. Bringing your head down between your arms as your fingers lightly fist your hair at your nape. You felt as if you accomplished nothing, what with how much was left.

At least your desk was clean and your shirt was cute, a good view for a few spine numbing minutes. You think you smell caramel wafting through the air, a part of you annoyed that your desk mate would venture the rain for her normal caramel latte without offering

This is how Bakugou finds you when he approaches your desk, a sneer settled on his handsome features. Dirt and sweat clinging to his skin and the dark fabric of his hero suit. He crosses his arms, long gone are the obnoxious grenade gauntlets as his chest puffs.

People in the office are staring at the blonde, his jagged domino mask making his garnet eyes that much more intense. Tension rises in the air as you're so oblivious, still collecting yourself silently praying that when you look back up the clock would read closer to five.

"Oi." His voice is a deep rumble, not belonging in the office. No it belonged in the living room of your crazy packed house to one of your many roommates. It belonged at a bar, nagging that it's time to go when you were too drunk to fend off any prying hands, pestering you about your feet as he dragged you home. This voice belonged in the kitchen fussing at Denki for the stupid memes he puts in the group chat when all of you were 'right fucking here'.

This voice did not belong in the office and so a part of you thinks you're seriously losing your shit before you glance up at the clock. Time moved like a sloth for you since the last you looked only ten minutes had passed. Kronos laughing at your plea of having time continue to move as light speed only to seemingly stop.

"OI! Is yer head so far up yer ass ya can't fuckin hear me now, Princess?" Wait, who was using that nickname?

That nickname thrust upon you by that grumpy asshole roommate once he saw how "high maintenance" you were when clearly you just cared about yourself for yourself. He did it as a jest but it made your whole body heat and go rigid every damn time.

And he took notice in it.

Delight even.

And took notice in the way you hadn't been putting in much effort for yourself. Not taking the time for your hair, or your skincare routine that you forced on the whole house. Everyone dewy in their own right. How you look disheveled and bewildered now as you turned to face him.

Large eyes going doe like, mouth forming in the smallest O that had him shifting his weight from one foot to the other because of his darker, lingering thoughts.

How would you sound when he was buried…

He cuts the thought off with a pop of his skin, pulling you to your feet from your desk.

"What are you doing?" Your voice cracks from shock, worry and a bit of venom leaks through but you make no effort to break free.

"Wrap this shit up. I told yer boss I need your dumb ass for something."

"Like what? I-" Bakugou cuts you off by leaning in close, eyes dark as he presses his lips to the shell of your ear.

"You need a fucking day off. So I told your boss to fuck off and that you're coming home with me." His tone absolute. So you save your last bit of work, clock out before Bakugou passes you your jacket. He glares into the glass of your manager's office and you notice him crumble beneath that infamous burning gaze.

Part of you wonders what Bakugou had really said, wonders if you'd still had a job.

The two of you stand under the awning of your office building. The rain coming down in sheets, thick enough it almost blurs the cityscape. Bakugou sighs, tension leaving his body as he tilts his neck. It cracks from the effort.

"So what...what are we gonna do?"

"I'm going to take your stupid ass home. Force you to shower while I order take out, then I'm going to set your overworked ass on the couch and we are going to watch that fucking movie you never shut up about. Got it Princess?" He fixes you a glare and is extra careful to drag out your nickname ever so slightly as he leans towards you. Your faces are close together, your heart in your throat as you try to push down these stupid, fleeting feelings you've had for the hot head since the six of you moved into that almost run down house.

But you never could shake them.

You senses fill with spiced caramel, easing the tension of your shoulders.

"G-got it."

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