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Johanna (Part 2)

Pairing: CollegeWanda x Collegereader

Summary - After drinking too much at a college party because of your feelings towards wanda it ends up in a mess!

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Mentions of underage drinking, vomiting, angst, fluff, smut.

Note: Part two of Johanna! if you guys want a chapter three let me know! maybe i'll make one.

Word count: 6k

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Part one

You slowly began to regain consciousness as the after effects of drinking got to you, the dull throb aching each vein in your head as you tried to recompose yourself by slowly lifting your head and make up of where you were, the twinge of embarrassment from passing out in front of everyone was also starting to eat you alive, you felt sluggish and weak your body was in a limp state almost as if you were having sleeping paralysis. You slowly opened your eyes to a blurry vision of nothing but random orbs of light as if your body was finally being carried to heaven and that wandas kiss was the blessing that was delivered from the god above.

You were still trying to make sense of where you were the bright lights assaulting at your sensitive pupils you had to squint despite how awful your vision was right now still trying to figure out where you were. There was also a few sounds of inconsistent mumbling that you tried to figure out although another one of your six senses were still fucked up, your hearing. You couldn't help but make out mumbling of a womans voice talking rapidly non stop although there was ringing in your ears there was still a few sentences of concern you could make out from the womans voice like:

"Is she gonna be okay?"

"what if she doesn't wake up"

"i don't know what to do"

They sounded like whines of dread and sadness coming from the mysterious womans voice you couldn't help but wonder who it was. Although you had a throbbing migraine there was also another pair of sentences you could make out but this time it came from a mans voice as you made sense of it, it sounded like:

"She'll be fine"

"Just please calm down"

He was like the reassurance to the womens voice of concern makinf the situation less tense. The dialogue coming from these two mysterious voices was either the alcohol playing mind tricks on you as you didn't even know or remembered how much you drank although you knew it was a lot, or what you drank. You just grabbed bottles of whatever you could find and chugged straight away. Eventually the back and forth sentences started to take more of a physical than mental toll on you as each word that was spoken, you also wanted to mumble out a few words that would come out your throat but there was a heavier feeling than that like something weighing on you, something making your throat clench trying to get to surface level despite your effort to swallow it down. You were powerless you couldn't do anything much longer you heard a object of some sort being placed somewhere near you, right beside where you were about to vomit immediately as you hear that your body convulses and starts to let out everything from your system, whatever you had to drink or eat was ending up in that container.

Your stomach rebels against everything, It's a violent expulsion, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling with the effort, your eyes so watery worsening your vision, the taste of bile burning your throat this continues to go on for a minute at least but soon you start to panic, your chest rising up and down coming in shallow breaths, your heart pounding out of your ribcage, you weren't used to vomiting but when you did you dreaded the moment it would come. But soon you start to come down from your panic as you felt slender fingers start to brush through your hair sending waves of goosebumps all throughout your body as the persons hand made way to your scalp giving you light, sweet caresses, you just wanted to fall asleep right then and there

"its okay.. im here.."

The voice softly cooed to you you hadn't bothered to open your eyes until you realized it was wanda all the memories of what happened before you passed out last night started coming back to you in flashes.

Her kissing vision, she was always mistreated by him and always ran to you when something went wrong or a if a fight broke out between the two. Of course you despised the thought of him, you wanted to be him, you wanted to hold the place of being someone that belongs to wanda. you knew you were the right one for her, but she didn't want you. it made you frown, you wanted to fight against the tears that were starting to build up in your eyes. Wanting to relieve the heart ache of this nature with self pleasure with the thoughts of wanda or thoughts of just going into her arms and being comforted by her smell, like cherries, cinnamon and vanilla. Or her voice that was oh so soft spoken like music to your ears, you smiled ear to ear everytime she spoke a word to you. Most of the time you didn’t listen as you were too busy having dreams of being with her. But you soon snapped yourself out of it as you realized all you have for now is her presence and that's the most you can cherish in this moment. The sight of wanda letting her guard down around you painted a smile on your face and gave you a warm feeling as she continued to coo softly to you calming you down after your panic attack you try to mutter out a few words as you came down from your trance.

"wanda.."

As you spoke her name she propped your head up sliding a pillow underneath your head somewhat assisting you in gaining conscience as you took in what was going on and where you were.

"Im so sorry.."

"i didn't mean to worry you."

You whispered your voice barely above a breath.

Her eyes softened as she met your worried gaze she continued to brush her fingers through your hair as you laid your head onto the pillow she immediately shook her head as she took in your apology

"hey.. don't apologize alright? you have nothing to be sorry for.."

Her fingers continued to trace patterns from your scalp over to your cheek. She softly caressed it washing the tension from your muscles that you were carrying since last night. You felt vulnerable and exposed to her, like her touch was a spell for whatever emotions you went through in the past 24 hours she was the remedy or your guardian angel in a way. A small smile tugged at the corner you finally let your guard down and stopped trying to put on the tough act around her, you believed her, in her presence you felt cared for, understood and not alone.

There were some tears that you were trying to fight as the remnants of your panic attack slowly faded away each swipe of wandas thumb against your cheek fighting against that, easing your anxiety.

"I dont know what came over me..."

You choked up again. There were a few tears that were bound to escape as you spoke.

Wanda's expression remained understanding, her eyes filled with empathy her pupils were slightly dilated or were you looking too much into it?

"i promise you its okay.. please Y/n i hate seeing you like this."

she reassured you, her voice steady and calming. You loved seeing her like this, she would always be patient with you no matter what, well sometimes, it's not like you guys were perfect. Of course there were a few arguments here and there but that never took her away from you.

You hugged her burying your nose into her hair taking in her scent, her skin, the way her arms fit around you like a puzzle piece almost if you guys were made for each other she smelt like cherries, cinnamon and vanilla, again she was a blessing in disguise everything you ever wanted.

It was a bitter sweet moment at first until clint walked in and spoke up disrupting the moment of love between you and wanda

"hey, im gonna take y/n to her apartment.. so i'll just.."

Clint awkwardly walked towards the kitchen counter grabbing his keys from the heart shaped clay ash tray, it brought you memories from when you and wanda hung out for the first time. Wanda decided it was a good idea if you guys went clay sculpting as a "cute date idea" you warned her beforehand that you weren’t a artist and that creative when it came to things that involved art. She also warned you beforehand that she was in the same position as you. So when it was time for her to reveal her clay sculpture to you, you were amazed and teased her about being so talented, which she was, she was oddly good at everything and anything. was it her charming personality? or was it cause you loved her?

You removed yourself from wandas arms noticing her grasp gave you a sense of longing her hands stayed on longer than yours did. Her eyes didn't open to clints voice but only opened to when she felt your weight shift away from hers you could see a sense of disappointment in her body language but you quickly brushed it off as if it was nothing but you knew it was something.

"Call me when you get home safe alright?"

The words coming from wandas mouth made you smile really hard but you held back only smiling a bit to act all cold towards her and put on a front as if you weren't in love with her. But then clint immediately drifted to the front door then he made his way to his car opening first the passenger side because he knew you were still coming down from your hangover he walked over to the drivers side and started up his car waiting for you to get in.

You decided to speak up and finally give wanda a sentence of reassurance instead of leaving her high and dry or just leaving her with the thoughts that were consuming her alive since last night.

"Yeah i will."

Even your tone was cold. You knew what was coming you were mentally preparing for it, you were already distancing yourself from wanda you couldn't take it anymore, was it her fault? no, of course not, she was very dear to you. It was just some stupid feelings you had for her, it wasn't your fault either. If you could ever pick a person to be in love with for the rest of your life it wouldn’t be wanda. It hurt you too much, seeing her with vision one day and then cradling into her arms the next? no it was too much for you. You hated it and just couldn't take it anymore.

For the next few weeks on campus you started avoiding wanda. The messages she would casually send to you daily were starting to turn in messages that were sent once in a while.. maybe once a week at best! you left her with nothing but read receipts either that or you turned it off after a while but she wasn't stupid she knew she wasn't getting left on delivered, You were even starting to take different routes to your classes so you could avoid meeting her or her gaze that you once longed for. Whenever she was brought up in conversation with shared friends you kinda didn't talk at all until the topic was switched. Obviously it caused you heart ache as you forced yourself to distance away from her. You started crying yourself to sleep some nights or soothing yourself the way wanda once soothed you. You couldn’t escape the void of lonelinesses that was once filled by wanda but not anymore because you wanted to distance and “protect your feelings” from her.

You knew things were getting bad when your mental breakdowns started consuming you, it felt like your mind was drowning in a sea of vulnerability and a deep depression that would never go away. In those moments you often found yourself imagining what would it be like if wanda was there with you. She would take you in a warm embrace like a guardian angel fighting against the problems in your head, her soothing voice where she would whisper your name over and over mixed in with words of affirmations or some reassurances telling you that everything was gonna be okay. You depended on her like a lifeline it made you grounded and gave you strength to hold on just for her. You hated that you had to deal with this because of a sore decision you had too make.

At least two months had passed since the incident with wanda, and you kept avoiding her. Initially, it hurt to see how much she tried to keep in contact, calling, texting, even showing up at places she knew you’d be. But eventually, she got the memo as you distanced yourself more and more. You convinced yourself that your feelings for her were gone, though deep down, a part of you knew that wasn't the truth. As the days turned into weeks, the love you once had for Wanda faded, and you no longer saw her as a friend, just a stranger. Did it hurt? Not anymore. You had become cold, and shutting her out seemed like the best decision for your peace of mind. Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.

The following day you found yourself at a party it sort of gave you flashbacks to when you saw wanda, how beautiful she was dancing in the flashing lights, everyone else was blocked out from your sight, your bodies pressed against each others as she filled your ears with her beautiful moans, your lips brushing against her neck as you kissed it, her arms wrapped around your neck trying to get more of you, your arms wrapped around her waist as she assisted you what body part to kiss, her neck, her chest. You quickly drank away the memories as you poured another shot of rum quickly drowning your system in alcohol, it was becoming a coping mechanism for you, imagining wanda. but she wasn't there, drinking copious amounts of alcohol it was ruining you physically and mentally. Wanda and Vision had been dating for at least three, maybe four months now? you couldn't keep track since they were so on and off. You hoped that Wanda wouldn't be at this party because you knew if you saw her, she’d want answers about why you had been so distant and you would just give her a quick apology and storm off. The lights were flashing over the crowd and over your face blurring out anyone there except clint because he was always right by your side taking care of you making sure you didn't turn into a drunken mess like last time. The faint smell of weed and cigarettes filling the air around you, making you slightly cough.

You pushed your way throughout the crowd to get away from the packed crowd of people but as you were shoving your way through them with multiple apologies your eye couldn't help but catch a glimpse of vision and wanda together you slowly realized that wanda was here, and she wasn't alone. Vision stood beside her, his arm casually draped over her shoulders. They looked comfortable together, laughing and talking as if they were a perfect couple but you knew deep down that they weren't. A tightened feeling quickly made its way to your throat as you saw vision lay his lips upon wandas. Did she belong to you? no, of course not, but you were once there before. It deeply hurt you. It hurt you to the point where you needed to let your emotions out so you dragged your presence away from clint and made your way outside. As you dragged yourself with tears in your eyes blurring everything from your sight you felt a familiar shoulder rub against yours as you walked away. It was her, It was wanda, you recognized the familiarity from when you guys would cradle into each others arms.

You quickly turned away, hoping that Wanda hadn’t noticed you. But it was too late. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her glance in your direction, her eyes widening in recognition and her pupils dilating in limerence. The look on her face told you everything: she had seen you, and she wasn't going to let this go. She once longed for you and needed a answer now. Of course you also missed her, she was a part of you, the thought of her consumed you, YOU LOVE HER, YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER but you hate that you are because, it's ruining your life.

You made your way outside as you quickly took your phone out of your pocket to order a uber until-

"Y/n."

You almost dropped your phone out of your hand as you met her cold gaze that was once sweet to you but you knew that all hell was about to break loose. Her voice was firm. Too firm.

"y/n please talk to me."

"wanda this isn't the time or place." You quickly shut her out. She was trying to get to you but you didn't want that because of your selfish ways.

“Then when?” she demanded, her eyes searching yours. Her eyes were searching for at least a hint or feeling that showed you cared “You avoid me for months and can't give me a fucking answer?" There she was again, she knew you hated confrontation but this was the best way she was gonna get to you.

"Im going home." You said firmly looking at your shoes kicking against the cold concrete as you started to step away until she took your arm into her grasp

"You're not leaving me again. Im getting you a uber." This wasn't reassurance from wanda that everything was fine but it was a simple confrontational talk of hers.

While in the uber your gaze lingered out the window as you breathed in wandas comforting scent until you turned your head to finally break the silence

"You know, im really happy for you."

"yeah?"

"Yeah i mean, your in a relationship, he's a good looking guy i'm very happy for you two"

The words felt forced you looked at your hands until you heard the sound of wanda chuckling a bit at your compliment, she knew it was false, you hated vision, she knew you were trying to put on a front to hide a feeling.

Wanda got out of the uber first immediately running to your side and opening the door for you, you smiled at her as she wrapped her arm around your waist walking into your apartment complex.

"Keys?"

Your mind was foggy from Wanda's presence, but you managed to gather yourself enough to hand her your keys. She unlocked the door to your apartment and gently helped you onto the couch.

You lay there for a while, hearing the sounds of her moving around the kitchen. Glasses clinked against the marble counter, ice cubes dropped into a glass, and water poured. Her footsteps grew louder as she walked back towards you.

"Up," she instructed softly.

You smiled at how gentle wanda was being, it brought you back memories of the months before the incident with you and wanda. She gently assisted you into a sitting position, knowing you felt a bit sick. Her hands were firm but comforting as she propped you up, ensuring you were more comfortable and less likely to feel nauseous.

Sitting beside you, she propped herself up, her posture relaxed yet attentive. Her presence offered you a peace of mind. With a gentle yet steady hand, she held the glass steady for you, her fingers lightly supporting its weight as you took small sips.

As you drank, you couldn't help but notice the softness of her expression, the concern noticeable in her eyes. It was moments like these that reminded you of what once was of your connection, she searched for a hint of longing in your eyes, a hint of anything that would tell her that you're emotionally available.

"You're avoiding me"

Wanda's voice cut through the silence like a knife, her words soft but laden with a profound sense of hurt and frustration. The words hung heavy in the air like a accusation as you looked at her

"It was a accident."

you lied, the words left a bitter taste in your mouth as you looked at her. you knew the truth—you were avoiding her—but admitting it felt like facing the inevitable collapse of the friendship you have with her or once had.

"You can't accidentally avoid me."

Wandas words started striking at you like venom, you could feel the weight of her words pressing down on you, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate you.

"you really wanna know why im avoiding you wanda?"

You finally lashed out at her, you decided that this was the best time to pour out all your feelings to her, it was like word vomit you couldn't control or take back the words that were about to come out your mouth.

"i fucking hate seeing you with him wanda."

Tears were staring to slightly spill out your eyes with each word weighing down your chest making you choke on your words the more you spoke her gaze softened at your vulnerability.

"As long as you're happy that's all that matters.."

Wanda's gaze softened, her eyes searching yours for something you couldn't quite name. "Are you?" she asked quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

The question hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken emotion. It was as if she could sense the sadness within you, the conflicting emotions that threatened to consume you whole. And in that moment, as you looked into her eyes, you knew that you couldn't keep hiding behind a facade of false happiness.

"No... of course I'm not," you confessed, your voice tinged with a rawness that echoed the ache in your heart. "Seeing you with Vision, it hurts me to my core. Sometimes I find myself sitting there, praying that I could just stop loving you altogether."

Wanda's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and understanding. Without a word, she reached out, her hand finding yours in a gentle embrace she tried to take you into her arms but you fought back as you cried more almost having a mental breakdown but you soon let down your guard and let her wrap her arms around you.

This goes on for a minute or two until she pulls you back to look into your eyes and finally see the emotion that she was searching for, for months she just wanted to see that emotion in your eyes that showed a hint of love towards her.

"i love you.. okay? no one could ever change the love i have for you y/n."

Wanda wasn't perfect either of course the kisses, hugs, touch you shared with her, they lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of what once was, and what could have been. She always longed for you, even in the moments when she tried to convince herself otherwise.

"I don’t think I’ll ever love someone as much as i loved you.."

"You're my person y/n."

She looked into your eyes, her gaze raw and vulnerable, revealing the depth of her emotions. You looked back into hers you started to put your guard down as she grasped you in her arms.

You pulled away slightly to make room to see her whole face, she had a demeanor that showed she was longing for something, she was longing for you, for her lips on yours. The words start to spill from your mouth like vomit.

"I love you."

Wandas restraint finally breaks and she hungrily pushes her lips onto yours practically devouring you, you were so weak you let her take control of the kiss for a while until you return the kiss and press into her almost as if your bodies were morphing together but then after a while you give up. She was soft, like the girl you’ve always known wrapping her arms around you to support the weight she was pushing onto you in a hungry desire, she held onto you like she cares. You hold back a bit as you try to prop up onto her lap you struggle a bit but, she finally gives in and assists you by grabbing your waist gently and laying you onto her lap, you started to moan her name over and over some whines here and there, you placed a knee between her thigh you pulled away again as you cupped her face in a bitter sweet moment.

"is this okay?"

She nodded as she looked at you her eyes darkened but not by lust by the love that she always carried for you, as you propped yourself up on her thigh, you started to grind down into her, your core started to slightly weep onto your underwear almost enough to seep through the pants you had on.

"i love you.. so much wanda.."

You moaned out her name very softly. You were breathless almost it felt like your heart was a ticking time bomb that was about to explode any minute, it felt like a dream, you couldn't believe what was happening.

She smiled almost stupidly as she felt you grinding down against her thigh, with every thrust she was in a trance, she couldn't help but assist your movements with her hands placed upon your waist controlling your speed and motion, they soon made their way inside of your shirt as she fondled with your chests making you whimper a bit more.

You could taste all of her, the scent of cherries, wine and vanilla that always kept you longing even more for her was blessing the aroma of your apartment.

Your hands roamed her body, feeling the heat of her skin through her clothes, while her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer. She deepened her tongue into yours the faster you moved, the more urgent the desire became, building to a climax that left you both gasping for air. Your heart pounded in your chest, matching the rapid pace of your movements as you edged closer and closer. looking into her eyes you couldn't believe you were having this moment with someone you loved for so long. She slowly pulled your body weight off of her, her hand making its way towards the zipper of your pants as she looked at you for assurance to keep going.

As you looked at her gaze, you communicated with her without speaking a single word, your face softened as you took in the warmth of wandas presence you felt your chest flutter as you nodded then her hand slipped into your waistband slowly inserting her two cold fingers into your warm, wet core you slightly hissed at the feeling until you slowly sunk yourself deeper onto her fingers grinding a bit faster. She smiled at you again as she noticed your desperate movements it made her desire for you skyrocket, you finally let out a heavy exhale as you were holding your breath for so long from being so tense from the situation as she looked into your eyes while softly running her fingers through your hair helping a wave of comfort come over you as she pressed her lips against your forehead while pumping her fingers into your core as you breathed heavily before plastering and peppering her faces with kisses. Your movement was somewhat weak from the spell that wanda was putting you under almost as if she was a witch.. maybe a love witch.

"im sorry if it's bad-"

You immediately cut her off with pressing a kiss to her you felt her smile come onto your lips while you pressed against hers making her melt like ice cream.

"nonono- it... it feels so good wanda."

You said almost breathlessly as you smiled and assured her. This gave her more confidence as she started to speed up her movements not in a rough way, but in a way that lovers made love to each other. She felt her wrist start to cramp up a bit so she started using her thumb to draw circles over your clit as you threw your head back giving her mouth enough space to place kisses onto your neck leaving you with marks that were going to be very visible the next morning. More whimpers started to escape your mouth as you almost felt her knuckles go slightly deeper when you plunged your body weight lower onto her hand slightly giving you a sense of overstimulation.

"you feel so good y/n.."

You finally snapped out of your trance still having wandas fingers pump your clit not too aggressively but not too soft but just enough to go at a regular pace you couldn't help but feel a bit of shock as her pupils dilated even more with each thrust she sent to your core she was looking at you as if you were a god, holding you to the highest power or maybe to her this was what heaven looked like.

"im going to..-"

Finally a tight feeling in your stomach started to take over you as much as you tried to hold back for wandas pleasure you couldn't help but be selfish and let your own desire take over. As soon as she heard those words she started pumping her fingers at a faster pace making you slump into her arms even more causing her to wrap a arm around your waist as she lifted your shirt up with the swift movement of her mouth and started sucking on your breasts mumbling a few sentences over and over like:

"You're so perfect."

"I love you.."

In the moment you didn't mind if those words weren't true but you knew later on you would beg to know whether or not the statements that spewed from her mouth were true.

You finally reached your climax as you felt your throat tighten your words were incoherent as they were muffled by your moans of wandas name over and over, your breasts being latched on by wandas mouth causing a wet sensation all over your body, your fingers tangled up in her hair causing a mess, and your core felt empty as she pulled her fingers away from your throbbing core, you noticed the mess you made over wandas hand slowly dripping to her elbow you couldn't help but hide yourself as you nuzzled into her neck. Wanda immediately protested this, she pulled your head back to give you a clear view on how much you meant to her, she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth until you grabbed her wrist trying to fight her from doing the act that would drive her away from you but she pulled away from your grasp and immediately licked her fingers clean as she stared into your eyes with love filled in them. You were shocked from the sight as no had ever been so kind to you something that was yours was in her mouth, more hers than yours now.

Again, she pressed her lips forcefully against you, making you taste the mix of your juices and her lips mixing a feeling of love within you, You pulled away as you tried to catch your breath coming down from your high you were about to close your eyes until you felt her pick your sore body up from the couch and moving it to your bedroom providing more comfort for you both as you laid next to her you couldn't help but smile at the image that you dreamed about for months, it finally came true and that's all you needed.

She let out a slightly shaky breath, her chest rising and falling in a tender rhythm the same way your chest was also rising and falling down while you were still coming down from your high. Her fingers, warm and soft, gently caressed your cheek, tracing delicate patterns as if she was trying to remember the outline of your face. Each stroke was a silent testament to her feelings.

Her pupils dilated with adoration, and you couldn't help but smile from ear to ear at her touch. Yet, despite the bliss of the moment, the intrusive thoughts started to gnaw at you. Desperate to push those thoughts away, you spoke up, your voice barely a whisper.

"You're gonna regret this wanda.. i know after this.. tomorrow morning you'll just go back to being with vision.."

The words slipped out with your breath, and as soon as they did, you wished you could take them back. You watched helplessly as her expression shifted from one of pure love to a sadness that brought tears to your eyes. Regret washed over you.

"Why would you say that?" she asked softly, her voice trembling. Her eyes, which moments ago had been filled with love and adoration, now shimmered with unshed tears. Her brows knitted together in a mix of confusion and hurt, the corners of her mouth trembling as she tried to understand your words. "Why would you think I'd ever do that?"

You looked down, unable to meet her sad gaze, feeling the weight of her emotions pressing down on you with guilt lingering on your tongue. You could almost feel the ache in her heart, the way her hope had faltered in the face of your doubt, you regretted every word you said.

"I- i dont know-"

She took a shaky breath, her hand reaching out to touch your cheek once more, as if seeking reassurance. "Do you really think im that type of person?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly. "That you believe I would ever regret loving you? shit, even making love to you?"

Her words hit you causing you to be a emotional train wreck as the tears that were lightly shedding started to pour out of your eyes as you sobbed reaching for her grasp in a moment of comfort wanting to just run away. The vulnerability of her words really showed you how much wanda cared about you, she was willing to fight for what she believed in, and that made you love her even more.

"I just dont wanna get hurt" You confessed, it wasn't wandas fault that you felt this way but from your past you were so used to partners abandoning you at your lowest and you even begged them to stay, you hated seeing yourself so miserable so when it was time for your college years you started to rely on meaningless hookups for a sense of something but it never brought you anything.

She wiped your tears as she brought you into her arms carefully taking in your scent and ruffling her fingers through your hair to send comfort to you as she shushed you, knowing the more you talked the more you were willing to cry.

"I would never do that to you."

"I think loving you.."

A beat, she sighed for a second catching her breath as she almost started to break down again from the sight of you crying.

"I think loving you was the best decision i made in my life, don't ever let your thoughts consume you like that again okay?"

Her unwavering love, the sheer depth of it all, filled you with a mix of hope and slight regret. You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"I'm sorry it was just a stupid thought" You chuckled rubbing your eyes as they slightly burned from how much tears you poured out tonight you were slightly embarrassed but you didn't mind since you had wanda there for you.

She pulled you away from her slightly so she can make sure you take in her words with bittersweet promises and love.

"Don't ever push me away again.."

"I love you."

You smiled at her words, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. She leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. you seemed to melt away in her presence as she gently laid you down again, her arm wrapping securely around your stomach. She snuggled up to your body soothing all your worries.

Your eyelids started to grow heavy, and everything around you began to come into a blur. Yet, just before you surrendered to wandas comforting embrace, you managed to gain a bit of consciousness. With a sleepy smile, you mumbled back to her, your voice soft and filled with love.

"I love you too.."

Each touch of hers was a silent declaration that she was willing to stay with you no matter what. Finally lulling you asleep.

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vivwritesfics · 3 days

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I feel like we need a return of witch!oscar

Maybe reader finds one of his books and tries to make a potion from it despite not understanding any of it

No but I started thinking last night I could do a whole witch!oscar thing but i've got so many things to come out first that this might be an eventually situation. For now pls keep sending in witch!oscar

Oscar had been insanely protective over his things when she first moved in. Like, crazy protective, to the point where they fought and she threatened to move out.

(He wasn't ashamed to say he'd begged her to stay. The fighting, though, it wasn't for nothing. It was to keep her safe, even if she didn't understand that. Oscar would do it all over again to keep her safe).

But, as it came to a year of living together, Oscar had stopped this crazy protective thing he had over his stuff. He stopped guarding that bookshelf full of recipe books like a crazed dog and no longer bothered hiding that box full of God knows what under the floorboards under his bed.

(Now, understand, Oscar would have told her. If he didn't think the information would have put her in more danger, he would have told her exactly what he was. It was eating him inside, her not knowing as she slept against him, content in this safe bubble Oscar had created. Created through lies that had him feeling sick and the protection spell he'd put on the apartment).

Even now that Oscar trusted her with his things, he hated leaving her in the apartment on her own for extended periods of time. If he'd just told her what she was, she couldn't be in danger of accidentally cracking open a spell book and messily casting an incantation. But, when the council called, Oscar had to answer.

(She was what this meeting was about, actually. Most witches were solitary creatures, preferring company of their own kind and even that was rare. Oscar was the exception, with his human girlfriend. As much as the other members of the council looked down on it, on their relationship, they knew they had to try and keep her safe from any magical mishaps).

"I didn't even know you had to go on business meetings for your work," she whispered that morning, cheek pressed against her shoulder.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "I know," he mumbled. "But I'll be back before you know it."

Before he left, Oscar doubled the protection spell around the apartment. They hadn't been apart for this long since she'd first moved in, and part of Oscar just knew the council was holding the meeting on the other side of the country to test him, to test his patience.

She knew Oscar wasn't going to be in when she got back from work, but that didn't mean she didn't already miss him terribly. Making dinner, something Oscar usually took care of, was a chore that evening.

(It was the only time, aside from the protection spell, that Oscar used magic around her. He was a terrible cook, but it was partly how he'd won her over. Even if she found out what he was, he could never reveal this secret about his cooking).

When she pulled the most basic of ingredients out of the fridge, she spied something on the counter. One of the books from Oscar's shelf. He must have left it there on purpose, she figured. A book full of Australian delicacies he'd left for her so that she didn't miss him too much.

She cracked open the book and decided to make the first thing she saw, some kind of soup.

The ingredients were so odd, but they had all of them in the kitchen cupboards. Gathering up the ingredients, she started about making this odd, Australian soup.

(Maybe, if she looked a little closely, if she'd even considered being a little wary of her boyfriend, she would have noticed that this wasn't a recipe book, and this wasn't a recipe book).

It didn't look like anything Oscar had made. If she wasn't so hungry she would have tossed it and bought a pizza, chalked it up to her (lack of) cooking skills. But her stomach was grumbling and it didn't small that bad.

All it took was a single spoonful. Bless her, she didn't realise she'd made enough to dose an entire football stadium full of people. But one spoonful and she was on the phone to Oscar, crying about how much she missed him in a way that just wasn't her.

"Oscar," she cried through sobs as he thanked his lucky stars that he had a moment to pick up.

"Has something happened?" He asked quickly, panic in his voice.

She sniffled. "Yeah. I fucking miss you and my soup isn't as good as anything you make and I hate it and I want you to come home and I think we should get married and I think we should get a dog."

By the time she'd said the final few words, she was no longer crying. No, she was happy, excited even.

"Oh fuck." Oscar hadn't meant to let that slip, but he certainly didn't think it would make her cry again. "Oh, sweetheart, what have you done?"

It had to be one of those fucking love potions Oscar hated to much. And, to make things worse, it had been his fault. He'd left the book on the kitchen counter, of course she was going to think it was a recipe book.

Damn the council meeting, his girl needed him. "Sweetheart, can you throw the soup away for me?" He asked. There was no response, but Oscar could hear her moving around the kitchen, hopefully doing it.

"Done. It was gross anyway," she mumbled.

He let out a laugh, if only to comfort her. "Great. Go and get changed into one of my shirts and get into bed. I'm on my way and I'll make you something proper when I get home."

"Hurry back?"

"Of course."

If you enjoyed this, please feel free to buy me a coffee

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri x you #op81 #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

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Can I ask about sub Arlecchino being fucked with a strap-on in his office? I love your writing and sub Arlecchino is so... 😩

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Mommy kink 😜 aka reader is the 'Mother' figure to Arle's 'Father' ahahahahahah, reader with a strap referred to as a dick, overstimulation, semi-public? It's in her office so

☆ — NOTES: THANK YOUUU OMG I'M HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WRITING ANON❗️❗️SORRY THIS WAS ROTTING IN THE ASKBOX I had to do some stuff 😭😭😭 but it's okay bc I come back with a VENGEANCE

Ohhh dude the thing that just popped into my head you're NOT READY (delusional)

While she thought that battling her own children + the Traveller was the best move, it had kinda very much irked you. "I had trained them, it's fine," she says dismissively at the time when you confronted her and something inside you just kinda! Snapped!!!

If a Father has to have a hard hand on his children, then a Mother contrasts that by giving them a gentle touch

That DOES mean that you are to put anyone who threatens your children in any way, and Arlecchino is NO exception whatsoever

And what better way to punish her than to give her a taste of her own medicine in.. a different context?

One hand grabbing a fistful of her hair as you pushed her head down on the desk and the other clenching onto her hip as you moved her on your length, you're drilling into your lover relentlessly despite the slurred sobs that she had let out.

She had cum so many times by now, you didn't bother to keep count after the third time. Through that, however, you hadn't even entertained the mere thought of stopping, only reluctantly doing so when you ran out of stamina or needed to drink water—it's not as if you let her catch her breath as you did so, with the vibrator you had shoved into her at max setting whenever you needed to step away.

Your assault hasn't relented in the least, no matter how many times Arlecchino begged you to stop, no matter how many times she said to do better, no matter how many times she pleaded for you to go easier on her.

"Why would I give way to lenience when you hadn't done the same?" You mused coldly as you continued to plow into her over and over again, "You deem yourself exempt to my wrath, Peruere?"

You feel her try to shake her head in response before quickly following it up with a slurred defense, "N-No, 'm nn-- mmng! Not.. I--"

You clicked your tongue and gave her ass a loud smack, which earns you a garbled moan from the one underneath you, "You can't even form coherent sentences because of something you initially regarded as an 'unnecessary' action.. but that's okay."

The auditory mixture of her excess of slick between her thighs, your skin coming in contact every time you bottomed out inside of her, the pornographic noises that escaped her lips... It was all downright sinful, something completely unbecoming of her position.

But right now, she didn't care less. Or couldn't, more like, considering the complete lack of thought in her head. The only remaining thing within her mind was you and the way you put her in her place.

And the both of you knew that she relished the feeling of having things out of her control.

"You don't need to answer me," you continued, leaning down to press a kiss on the back of her neck.. before shoving her face down roughly as you straightened back up, "you just need to be put in your place, baby. Understand?"

You actually receive a desperate nod amongst the constant surge of white-hot overstimulation and constant orgasm.

"Good... Just don't resist and let mommy discipline you properly."

As if on cue, she cums again with a jolt, much to your delight.

Wanna fuck her so hard that her juices drip onto the floor and slide down on the side of the desk 😞😞 oughhghghh

There's that RISK of being caught in the midst of your lil session too—you could have it locked all along and while normal everyday Arlecchino would've noticed it perfectly fine, the Arlecchino you have underneath you is wayyyy too fucked out to actually realise in the moment so she's panicking but also? Her arousal is actually RAMPED UP are you kidding me

She won't admit to exhibitionism but there's smth There when she thinks of how the world would know that you have such a powerful Hold on her 🫶

But rn she doesn't care to move, not when her thighs are quivering and her pussy's aching to be filled all over again, practically getting used to the feeling of you inside her

Godddd break her enough and she might not be able to live without you ☺️☺️ or maybe you already have who knows ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ just saying the moment you donned the title of a Mother was the moment that she was indesputably yours for you to do as you saw fit ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

#hazy demos!#hazy explicits!#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #sub arlecchino #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #sub genshin #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines #genshin women smut #sub genshin women #genshin women

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 2

Part 2:

Tashi Duncan was a force. Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan. Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls. Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan. "Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class. "I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art). "Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually. "You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention. "Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked. "I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-" "Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second. "You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend. "Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out. "You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her. "You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.

Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol. "The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible. "I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him. "I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself. "I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult. "Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice. "That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great. "Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship. "Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis. "Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around. "Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line. "Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go. "I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense. "Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down. "Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.

Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life. "Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness. "What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him. "How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt. "Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious. "My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed. "Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again. "Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day. "I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there. "You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own. "Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle. "I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly. "How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice. "Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."

sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ❤️

#art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig #tashi duncan

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Filthy COD squad fucktoy thoughts

@ravensmadreads / @feedthemadness-sweetie

This was written in 10 min. I've never played or seen much COD before but she's dragged me into this and then told me to post this here.

SMUT. MDNI.

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Imagine being the squad's little fucktoy.

It starts with Ghost. Just a quick fuck when you need to but Gaz walks in and instead of stopping like you expected, Ghost tells him that either he joins or he fucks off and closes the door.

He joins.

After that Gaz takes you whenever sometimes with Ghost, sometimes by himself. Soap's next. Gaz mentions him and Ghost are using you for stress relief and one day he has a real bad day and bends you over the nearest surface and fucks you til you can't talk.

Except you can scream. And Price hears it. He thinks you're hurt, that something bad's happening but then he hears the moans, and the way you chant Soap's name and he gets jealous. He offhandedly mentions something about what he heard to the other guys, trying to fish for information, and they all look at each other weirdly, like they're hiding something. And you do the same when he asks you. Price feels kind of offended, he knows he's being kept out of something but he doesn't know what

Price opens the door with more force than he needs to. He's pissed. He's fuming. He's been pushed to the side on this for much too long.

He's hurt. Actually.

Gaz, Soap, Ghost and you are his squad. His family. And there's something going on that you're not letting him be a part of.

He sees the glances the boys throw at each other when he asks about you and Soap. And then, a week later, when you're holed up somewhere south of Porter Canal in a place where shit absolutely should not have gone south, he catches a glimpse of Gaz fucking you raw, fingers rubbing frantic circles on your clit.

He figures it out then, and it's somehow worse now he knows you're letting everyone have a go but him. It feels more personal. What about him doesn't do it for you?

He knows he's a good looking man. He's older, yes, but it doesn't bother him, and it's never bothered anyone else before. He's a high ranking officer, which proves he's trustworthy, responsible and a born leader, all things he's always been led to believe makes him a good choice for a mate.

And he always thought you liked him. You squirm when he flirts, you blush when he touches you... you masturbate in the shower when you think he can't hear, softly moaning his name. His first name.

It's not fair.

It's so unfair that when you land back at base, he calls you to his office, determined that if you won't give him what he wants, he'll just have to fucking take it.

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He bottoms out into you, filling you to the brim. It's almost painful, the way he stretches you out and fucks you without letting you adjust.

"Letting everyone else have a go at you?" He grunts, "Singling me out?"

"Why's that?" He asks, pulling your hair back by the pigtail, "C'mon, love."

"I didn't --" you start, sentence cut in half by a loud, pornographic moan.

"Tell me."

"Rank," you spit out between screams. He's too deep and not enough. It hurts but not enough. He's everything and you want more, "Captain," you add, trying to make a coherent sentence with whatever words thoughts bump into your brain like a dvd pause screen.

Price scoffs, "Thought your captain wouldn't want you, pet?"

"Couldn't."

"Let me make something clear," he growls, "I decide what I can and can't do. I can, and I will, fuck you."

He slams into you.

"I will fuck you until I damn well decide I've caught up with the boys," he says, "And then I will keep going."

You don't respond, you're too far gone. There's only Price in the world now, jjst the feel of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. You've lost count of how many time you've soaked his cock with your come but you're sure it must be in the double digits now. And there's another one building up, slowly and differently, it feels stronger and there's a brand new pressure that travels down from your pussy until eventually, Price pulls out and you squirt, soaking his trousers in the process.

He chuckles, half in disbelief and half in mockery, "Any of the boys make you do this?"

"Never," you manage to say, "Only you."

"Make sure they know," he groans, turning you around on the desk by your hair so he can look you in the eyes, "Next time they fuck you. You tell them Price made you squirt."

"Yessir," you slur.

"Good girl," he says.

Price slinks down on his office chair, still holding your ponytail with a firm hand, and guides you down to kneel in front of him. You obey, eyes glued to his cock, slick with your juices.

"Clean me up, pet."

You don't react, his voice taking a second to reach whatever's left of your brain.

"I said clean me up," he orders, "You made the mess. You lick it clean."

He pulls your hair, practically forcing your mouth on his dick and finally you kick into gear, sucking, licking and nibling on and around his cock. He turns more vocal, allowing himself to moan every now and then when the back of your throat hits his tip.

There's a knock on the door and you still, Price's hand pushing you up and down his member at the same speed.

"Come in," he orders, making no attempt at hiding you, or disguising what's happening. Like he knows who's behind the door.

Ghost walks in, soft footed as always.

"You wanted to see me Captain?"

"No," Price says, "Wanted you to see her. My pet now. But I'll be nice... I'll let you share her still."

Ghost stays silent for a beat, the sound of you slobbering on Price's cock filling the silence in the room.

And then, quietly and filled with jealousy, Ghost replies, "Thank you, Captain."

"Make sure my property returns to me," Price says

#john price #captain price #john price x reader #john price x you #cod x reader #cod x you

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BLUE / simon riley

my very, very late submission for @glitterypirateduck simon "ghost" riley challenge. this was heavily inspired by the new billie eilish song of the same title because I thought it fit him so well. i used the prompts "face touching", "the heat goes out and it's freezing", and "a confession is made"

simon ghost riley x female reader / 1106 words / contains angst, alcohol, and smoking

WITH every patron that hurried into the bar, cold and snow blew in with them—leaving those even in the darkest corners of the bar chilled and draining down more liquor. The drink spilled through her veins, warm and potent as she waited another hour, shrunk away in the shadows with her cost pulled tight. Simon wasn't coming, she knew better than to keep waiting for him.

Finishing her glass of whiskey, she lets it sting her throat the same way the tears in her eyes did. With remorse, she sets the glass down and rises from her chair. Through the crowded bar of happy couples and friends, someone's celebrating a birthday, another girl is sobbing in the corner with her friends trying their best to comfort her. The whole room pulses with life, feelings, love, and hate and she can't seem to find herself amongst the crush of emotions. Dull, apathetic, and removed as she slinks out of the door and into the blue moon night.

Winter still holds a fierce grip over Manchester, spilling white flurries in the air as she walks down the quiet streets with a cigarette to warm her from the cold. If he were there, they'd be sharing the smoke and she'd be warmed by the blushed haze that always befell her when their hands brushed exchanging the cigarette.

Her hand fumbles with her phone, the bright, blue light warning her of how late it was. But even with the early shift she had in the morning, she loiters along her route imagining he’ll be waiting by her flat like Simon would sometimes do. Giving her the delusion that he cared enough to come looking for her, even if he couldn't be bothered to grab drinks with her.

Despite all logic telling her not to bother with a call, she finds the number that she's left a hundred voicemails for. Sounding desperate and pathetic with every call as she tries to convince him into calling her back.

“Hi, Simon. It's me… again. I'm just calling to check in, I haven't heard from you in a week and I just want to make sure you're alright. Okay, I'm going to go, I'm at my flat. Call me, please.” The sound of the voicemail being replayed causes her to cringe, maybe he'd never hear it like he never hears the rest. Maybe he's got a new number, that was the type of thing someone as shifty as Simon would do. But she can't find reason in his sudden absence, no foreseen notice of a deployment or mission. No text to tell her he'd be unavailable. Nothing.

When she rounds the gate into her apartment complex, she can see in the low light of the second-floor walk, the lone figure waiting in front of her door even though he had the keys. Burly hands shoved into the worn pockets of his jacket with head tilted down as she climbed the stairs to join him.

She didn't need to see Simon’s face to know that he was thinking. Always thinking about the past he refused to tell her about. One that she could only dream up, trying to picture what had happened to turn him into the man he was. The man who she desperately tried to get over, but couldn't move on from.

“I waited for you. It's the third Wednesday of the month, or did you just forget?” She asks, stubbing out the cigarette on the melt railing. The frame creaks as her fist tightens around it in frustration. “Simon?”

“Was busy with work, forgot to call.” He shrugs, pushing his hood back and shaking out his dark blond curls. A rough, wartorn face that she'd memorized like the back of her hand. It was so enticing to her, mesmerizing with his pale lashes and dark haunted eyes. The type of man that kept her safe at the bar and kept her up at night in stress.

“You're always busy.” She holds back a scoff, knowing arguing never got anywhere with Simon. He'd go silent with every accusation she'd throw, leaving her intimidated and guilty for yelling. Even if she knew he deserved it.

“It can't be helped. Times are tough.” Simon responds, his eyes trailing over her as she moves to unlock the flat. Fumbling with the lock like she did with the phone until his hand reached out and steadied her grasp. He leads her into the apartment like it was his own, with an empty place on the coat rack for his jacket, and a spot next to all of her shoes for his boots. An indent left throughout her home for whenever he'd find it in him to return.

“Would you like a drink?” She asks, still feeling the need to play hostess as if he were a stranger visiting for the first time. At the edge of her seat waiting expectantly for a response and reaction.

“Sure.” He shrugs, pulling off the cloth mask as she shuffles into the small kitchen. Tiny enough that when he joins her there's tension as she tries not to bump into him. Pretending like she wasn't up the night before craving the warmth he gave, the firm touch of his hands, when her space heater died.

“I am sorry, love. I'll be there next time, I promise.” Simon apologizes, watching as avoids his presence like the plague. She chewed the inside of her cheek, knowing that she'd accept this apology like she'd done before. Knowing full well he never changed, and she’d never ask him to.

He reached out, sensing her indifference, and cupped her cheek in his calloused hands. That touch always turned her into mush, clay for him to mold to his will and whims. She knew it was pathetic how easily she swayed for him, knew that her friends always criticized her for being so weak-willed. But how could she possibly say no to him when he always came back, even if it was days late? Wasn’t she better off with him than trying to find someone else to love, wasn’t the heartache worth it?

“You could do so much better than me, sweet girl. Sometimes I wish you would.” Simon confesses, his voice low and full of regrets. He turns his head down towards her, wrapping her close in his arms, taking the glass of water out of her hand, and setting it down.

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words form when she realizes she’s just as guilty as him. She’d never change, he’d never change. Together, they’d stay unmoving, frozen in the longest, blue winter.

#glitterypirateduck #cod challange #ghostchallenge #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #ghost #fanfic #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x f!reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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Perfect Timing

POV: You were right not to trust Bucky with your heart.

Part two of Wrong Person, Right Time

Warnings: fluff, a wee bit of angst, Steve is a dress shirt is a warning,mediocre writing, not beta’d , barely proofread

I listened to “ It’s gonna be me” by *NSYNC and “El Farsante (Remix)” by Ozuna and Romeo Santos while writing this.

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Trying to discreetly look into the crowd proved to be a challenge. You needed to engage with the panelists and look as neutral as possible with the camera rolling. If only the crowd could part like the Red Sea so you could find him.

You were hosting a panel at a university discussing college access among second generation immigrants and low income students. You invited multiple officials from the university’s admissions department and the leadership behind multiple college access partnerships. It was an honor to host the panel, considering you were so young.

You invited Bucky when the panel was approved. You darted your eyes every so often in the sea of students and faculty. But you didn’t see him. Not his beautiful blue eyes. Not his messy brunette hair.

Once the panel was over, you shook numerous people’s hands with half hearted thank yous. As people were leaving the venue, you still couldn't find Bucky.

You reached to grab your phone from your purse, however in the corner of your eyes you see a speck of red.

You look up and see Steve Rogers holding a beautiful bouquet of roses. He is dressed to the nines, in a white dress shirt that’s folded up to his elbows. You try, tried not to linger on how his dress pants hug his thighs. His hair is combed back and he wore a smile.

Your eyes widened, “ Steve! What are you- What are you doing here?” Your eyes darted behind him, to see if Bucky was coming from parking the car.

“ Well hello to you too,” he greeted. “ How could I miss your panel?”. You were so clouded with “Is Bucky here” and “ Is he mad at me”, that you forgot you invited Steve.

“ When did you get here? I didn't see you at all.”

“Well I was a little late because I needed to get the flowers,” he admitted sheepishly, “ I got a terrible seat in the back.”

You took the flowers, “ This is so sweet, Steve. Thank you.”

A silence filled the air, your mind buzzing with the question you so desperately wanted to ask him.

“ Bucky isn't here.”

You sighed, “ Figures, I think he’s mad at me.” Steve’s face prompts you to continue. “ I don’t wanna talk about it.” It’s completely valid that he was upset with you, but before all of that, he is your best friend. He supported you no matter what in all things you were passionate. Now that he’s mad at you, he can't be bothered?

“ Is Lilian here?” you asked.

“ We broke up.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t,” he put his hands in his pockets. “ It was for the better.”

Maybe Steve really does need someone that can soothe him, you remembered what Bucky said. It was a special type of affliction to be ready to love and give your heart to someone who was undeserving of it. Steve needed someone to ignite his flame, not snuff it out.

And you needed someone that would weld the pieces of your glass heart back together.

You leaned and gave Steve a kiss on the cheek. “ You being here means everything to me, Steve.”

Steve smiled, “ How could I not be here to support you, my beautiful nerd?”

A grumble of your stomach pulled a chuckle out of Steve. “ Can I buy you dinner?”

“Only if dinner consists of fries,” you said.

“Well you’re too dolled up for McDonald’s , so how about Magarita’s so you can get churrasco?”

“Sounds perfect.”

If you valued anything, it was simplicity. If Bucky was the careless player that toyed with your heart, then maybe Steve was your knight who protected it. Simple as that.

~~~~~

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 14

"Hachoo!"

A sneeze woke you up from sleep. You sat on the bed weakly and fell back to bed due to exhaustion. Not only feel tired from the big action late at night, also caught a cold and fever after falling into cold water. Damn, you dragged tired body for a long time yesterday. Fortunately, you returned home safely. If you fell on the road, might be picked up as corpse.

"Woof!" Kirin ran into the room with his bowl in mouth.

Oh ya, you have to give him breakfast. You slowly got up, staggered into the kitchen and found Kirin's food. You returned to the living room found he had put the bowl on the floor, looking at you with bright eyes. You touched his head and poured it. You saw he was eating with relish, as he was having a big meal.

You took the leftover food back to the kitchen and put it away. You poured a cup of hot water and drank it. You wondered there was any spare medicine at home that could temporarily relieve the fever and cold. You opened and found a bunch of snacks. It seemed there was no other way, you had to go to find the doctor for treatment. It would be more uncomfortable if you delayed it.

Before leaving the house, you put on mask and hug Kirin. You put on the mask to avoid disturbing others. When you leave and go outside, you see on phone there is a clinic nearby and can reach it by walking. You understand the route then put your phone back and walk in the direction of the clinic. It is really uncomfortable to be sick. You walk unsteadily and vision is blurred.

You admire yourself very much. No matter how tired, you can still arrive at the clinic safely. You open the door step in. After filling in your personal information at the front desk, you sit in the waiting area wait for your turn. After about five minutes, a nurse comes to asks you enter. It is finally your turn. After the doctor gives a diagnosis, you leave and go to the front desk to get the medicine.

At this time, a familiar voice came, "Y/N?"

You looked in the direction, it was your friend's brother Tim, you waved politely, "Hello, what a coincidence."

He looked worried and puzzled, looking up and down at your body repeatedly, "Are you sick?"

You nodded slightly to him, "Yes, I have a slight fever and a cold. How about you?"

He took a pack of medicine put it in his backpack, "I came to get medicine for Dick, he also has a cold."

You coughed twice and exhaled, "Tell him to take care himself."

He curled his lips and smiled, "I should say this, you are sick, if I hadn't seen your eyes, I really wouldn't recognize you."

You remembered you were wearing a mask and long-sleeved clothes, laughed softly, "Hehe, so smart, I'm going back first, bye."

You took the medicine and pushed open the door of the clinic to leave. Tim felt something wrong and ran out of the clinic followed you. You looked back and saw he looked embarrassed and walked towards you. "Let me take you home. I don't want to see you faint on the road."

You pointed in the direction of the apartment and said, "My house is right there. No need to bother you. Bye." After saying that, you walked away, leaving Tim standing there alone in a daze.

Jason POV

A big operation at night, using a lot of manpower to capture a group of wanted criminals. The most bizarre thing is the fox, who is actually in collusion with the police. But to be honest, I really don't understand what the fox's intentions are. Every word she says is not what a decent person should say, but actions are similar what I do. I can't figure out what's going on.

"Hachoo!"

I heard a sneeze from outside , I got out of bed walked to the door open it. I saw a sick Dickhead in pajamas sneezing, holding a box of tissues in his hand to wipe his nose. I remembered he tried to avoid terrorist's self-explosion and save the fox late at night, but both fell into the water. It's a good thing not many people died. The most important now is the famous Nightwing caught a cold, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Dickhead turned around looked at me when he heard the laughter. "What?"

I put my hand on his shoulder l teased him. "Wow~ A handsome brave knight saved a stray fox. But you are so fucking miserable now~"

He wiped his nose pitifully. "Babybird, don't bully me~

I helped the weak Dickhead to the living room. I saw Bruce sitting on the sofa flipping through the work report with a distressed look on face. Demon brat was doing homework very quietly today. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I looked away ignored him. I didn't want to talk to him since the last time. I was angry because he wanted to reveal my secrets, and rude to Y/N.

I noticed Timbers not here, I sat on the sofa and asked, "Where Timbers?"

Dickhead lying on the sofa other side. "He helped me get medicine from the clinic..."

"TT..." Demon brat interrupted.

I crossed my legs, leaned my hands on the sofa, and complained to him, "Just fart."

At this time, Bruce put down his work and coughed twice, "Ahem, both of you stop."

I glared at Bruce complained with unhappy tone, "Hey, you know he's the one who's looking for trouble, right?"

Bruce held his hand exhaled nodded slightly, with an apologetic expression, "Jason... Actually..."

I raised my hand, opened my palm stop him then leaned on the sofa, "Don't apologize for him."

At this time, Demon brat stood up walked in front of me, his expression was extremely ferocious, "Hey..."

I raised my chin looked down on him, "Say."

He pulled his sleeves, looking reluctant to talk. "When will your friend... come to visit?"

I tilted my head, put my hands on knees, frowned. "Huh? The hell is your business?"

No one noticed Timbers had returned. He handed the medicine to Dickhead and sat next to me. "I'm afraid she won't come for a while."

Demon brat's eyes widened. "Why!"

I looked at Demon brat then Timbers, curious about what he meant. I bumped his shoulder. "Hey, explain."

He looked at me in confusion. "I went to get medicine for Dickhead and meet her in the clinic. She very sick. I almost didn't recognize her with a mask on her haggard face."

I felt distressed after hearing that. I stood up, grabbed Timbers' arm asked nervously, "How is she?"

Timbers shook his head and sighed, "I saw she couldn't walk steadily and I wanted to send her back, but she refused so we parted ways."

Dickhead was still lying on the sofa, and sneezed, "The princess of Babybird is sick~ The world is going to end~"

Bruce took a few tissues wipe Dickhead's disgusting snot, then looked at me said, "Jason, why don't you visit her?"

I looked at Bruce nodded slightly to show I understood. I left and ran back to my room to change the jacket. Damn, getting sick is so popular now. I took out my phone found her number and pressed the dial button. It was third time still no one answered. I guessed she might collapsed at home. I took motorcycle keys from table and left the room. When I went downstairs, I saw Alfred waving at me.

He handed me a beautiful bag with fruits in it. "I don't know what fruits Miss Y/N likes, but I hope these can help her."

I took it politely and smiled at him, "Thank you, I'm going out first."

I passed the hall saw Dickhead waving at me, "Babybird... your baby brother I'm sick too."

I said expressionlessly, "Take care."

I put on my boots, and Demon brat stood behind me with his hands in pockets. We were alone, and I was upset when saw him. After putting on my boots, I stood up stepped on the toes a few times, I was about to leave the house with the fruit Alfred gave me. At this time, he finally told me what he had been holding back for a long time, "I hope your friend will get well soon..."

I looked at him with a questioning expression, "Huh? Did I hear it right? Are you possessed?"

He pouted and looked away, "TT... I'm just concerned about her health."

I pulled him in front of me. "If you have the time to care about her, you might as well reflect on what you said last time."

I threw him there. Before opening the door, I heard him mutter to himself, "I am..."

I left the manor and rode my motorcycle to her apartment. The more I thought about the fact that she didn't answer the phone, the more I worried about how seriously she was ill and whether she awake now. However, it was useless to think about it. I arrived at the downstairs of her apartment building, wondering how I could get in without access card. I lay on the motorcycle tried to call her again, but no one answered.

I stepped into the lobby decided to give it a try. After fixed my hair, I walked to the front desk, put my things down, and politely asked the receptionist, "Hello, can you help me?"

The receptionist's eyes lit up and looked at me. She quickly fixed her hair, stood up from the chair, waved to me with a smile, and said, "Hi, how can I help you?"

I noticed her behavior clearly showed she liked me. I was happy but didn't show it. The receptionist was pretty, but it was pity that I was not in the mood. "My friend lives on the 12th floor, No. 9. Is she home now?"

"Is she your girlfriend?" The receptionist looked at me expectantly.

I smiled and leaned my hand on the front desk. "Nah, I'm single. But I have something urgent to do with my friend now. Can you?"

She blushed when she heard what I said. She didn't stop working hurriedly checked the information on the computer. Then she told me, "She just came home, seems unwell. She usually greets people, but today just waved and left."

I understood what Timbers said, "Then can I go up to see her? Actually, she ordered fruits from me. I waited for her long time but didn't come to pick them up, so I came to here."

I handed a bag of fruit, she checked to make sure there were no other illegal items, and gave me a pass "This is a pass to the 12th floor, it can only be used today. Please remember to return it before leaving."

I took the pass and winked to her "Thanks, good girl."

Before I left, she wrote down her contact and handed to me "This is my number, can we have cup of tea next time?"

I took a look didn't think about taking her seriously, but she helped me as a courtesy, I put her note in my pocket and waved goodbye "Keep in touch."

She followed me all the way until I stepped into the elevator pressed the button for the 12th floor. As soon as the door closed, she looked very sorry but full of joy. To be honest, I really no interest. After all, she is the type who is easy to get. She sees the men handsome and speak in sweet words. If she wants to sex directly, she will be the first to take off her clothes.

After reaching, I left the and looked at the trash can on the side. I took the note from my pocket, crushed it and threw it. I feel sorry for she expecting me, but I have a special person in my heart now, the only rare girl I have met in my life, the one I want to possess the most, and I’m not interest in this kind of weed.

I arrived and rang the doorbell. There was no movement inside, no response, but I faintly hear the barking of a dog, which should be Kirin. I tried turn the doorknob found the door was not locked. I opened it directly and saw her lying on the floor of the living room. My mind went blank and a feeling of fear spread over me.

I closed the door and rushed. I held her in my arms and asked nervously, "Hey, Princess, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

She opened eyes slightly and looked at me, "Hey..."

She closed her eyes and fell on me. I put my ear close to her chest heard the sound of her heartbeat. I was relieved instantly. It was good that she was not dead. I picked her up and took her back to the room to rest. From her current condition, she seriously ill. I put her on the bed and pulled a chair sit beside her bed. I took off my gloves, wiped the sweat from my palms, and touched her forehead. She had a fever.

I got up and walked into the kitchen. I saw a pack of medicine given by the doctor on the dining table that had not been opened. All the medicines were marked to be taken after meals, which meant she had not taken the medicine yet. I thought about applying ice to her to cool her down. I opened the refrigerator and there was no fever-reducing patch, but there were a lot of ice cubes. There was no other way, I could use the traditional method to solve it.

I walked into the bathroom find a small bucket to fill with cold water, and I noticed her bra and panties hanging behind the door. I felt a little embarrassed. I couldn't help imagine that kind of scene when I saw her lace bra and panties. But can't judge a person by appearance. I knew she had a great figure, but I didn't expect her measurements to be so amazing. I was careless and underestimated her. She was a fucking sexy hot figure.

The water flowing out of the bucket, I quickly turned off the and took the bucket to the kitchen. Before that... I couldn't resist my desire and took another sneak peek at her bra and panties. I saw many women's bras and panties on the bed, including naked. Only her bra and panties, although they were the common lace type, many scenes emerged in my mind.

Ok enough, I suppressed my desire went back to the kitchen. I poured ice cubes into cold water and soaked a small towel in the cold water. I took the things to the room and put them on the floor. After making sure the small towel was cold, I wrung it out and folded it put on her forehead. I sat on the chair beside the bed, holding her little hand tightly and stroking it gently. I felt the same way. No one had taken care of me when I was sick, and now it made me want to take care of her even more.

Y/N Pov

A chill hits you, even you were feeling uncomfortable now, this chill is so reassuring. You open your eyes slightly and see someone holding your hand. You look in the direction, and saw Jason sitting by your bed. You wonder how he got into the house, but you don't feel like thinking about unnecessary questions now.

His face looks tired, it seems he must be very tired from working the night shift. You hold his rough hand tightly, and he notices you opened your eyes. His worried expression turns into a gentle smile, he moves closer and touches your messy hair. You are deeply moved by his actions and can't help but smile, he also smiles when sees it.

Before you speak, he spoke first, "Hey, princess. How are you feeling?"

"Feeling better." You said with a smile.

He soaked the small towel in cold water again, wrung it out and covered your forehead with it, "Sleep a little longer and you'll feel better. You haven't taken your medicine yet, is there anything you want to eat?"

You blurted out "Ochazuke tabetai..." in a daze and fell asleep.

(I want to eat green tea over rice...)

Jason was confused, "Ocha?"

Jason Pov

I was confused. Before she went to sleep, I heard what she wanted to eat. But it was in Japanese, I couldn't understand. I used my phone type in the pronunciation and found Ocha means tea. Do need to drink tea when sick? Or is there any dish made with tea? I searched and saw a Japanese dish made with tea.

The recipe is written like this: Brew tea first. Boil water, add kelp and bonito flakes, add salt, and make soup. Mix the tea and soup in a ratio of 7:3. Then cook rice. Put sour plums and sesame seaweed on the rice, and pour tea soup on it. Finally, it's done.

It seems like a simple cooking method, but I'm not sure I can do it well. I rarely have the opportunity to step into the kitchen, let alone daily cooking. I have only eaten sushi in Japanese cuisine, and never cooked a pot of Japanese cuisine myself.

I scratched my hair. I didn't know the result until I tried. I decided try to make it according the recipe. She sick and her sense of taste was not good. Even tasted bad, she probably wouldn't able to taste it. What the hell was I thinking about? Be more confident, Jason Peter Todd. To conquer a girl, you must conquer her stomach first. Why the hell was I thinking about all that? The first priority now is make her eat and take medicine.

I put the basic ingredients on the table. I swallowed because nervous. I put the rice in the rice cooker and cooked the other ingredients. Generally speaking, it simple to make it according the recipe, but lost in appearance. I served a bowl of what I made and tried a bite to taste it. I chewed it in my mouth. I couldn't tell whether tasted good or not, but the tea taste was a bit strong.

I served her another bowl of rice to try, hoping she wouldn't mind my poor cooking. I took the medicine from the table and took it to her room. I put my bowl on the table with hers, and put the small towel on her forehead into the bucket. I shook her gently and whispered to wake her up. She opened her eyes looked at me, then smelled the tea.

Y/N Pov

A faint smell of tea hits your nose, Jason helps you sit slowly on the bed. He takes a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks and hands them to you. You take it and smell it. It is the Ochazuke you have always been thinking about. The smell reminds you the taste of your hometown. You put the bowl to your lips and taste the tea carefully. Tears can't stop falling from your eyes. It's not tastes bad, just you miss the time you spent in hometown.

Jason sat on bed in panic to comfort you. "Sorry, I didn't expect so bad! I'll go out buy you something else to eat."

You looked at Jason's nervous expression and laughed. "You misunderstood. I'm not crying because it's bad."

He stroked your back gently. "Then... why?"

You clenched the bowl of Ochazuke in your hand. "My family is poor, and the food I eat most often is Ochazuke. It's also one of my favorites."

He moved closer and gently stroked your tears with his fingers. "Really..."

You covered your mouth with hands and laughed. "But I didn't expect you really cooked it for me."

He puts his arm around your shoulders and lets you lean on, saying awkwardly, "I... just want be nice to you... what can I do?"

You rub his shoulders, "Then if you get sick in future, I'll cook for you."

He looks at you with a happy smile, "Really?"

You nod and smile, "Really, I'm not lying to you."

He can't take back the smile on his lips, "I'm really looking forward to the day when I sick."

You bump his shoulders, "Damn!"

He held his belly and laughed, and you laughing with him. He sat back in the chair, holding the spoon and Ochazuke began to eat voraciously. You laugh because it was the first time you saw him eat Japanese food. You took a sip of the tea felt so warm, then gently stirred it with chopsticks and ate it. He followed your way of eating, as he was adapting to the local customs.

After the meal, he handed you the medicine and warm water asked you to take the medicine on time. He left your room with a small bucket and a bowl after eating. You put the medicine in hand and poured it into your mouth swallowed it before drinking water. You lay back on the bed and a feeling of sleepiness came over you, proving the effect of the medicine began to show. You realized it was such a reassuring feeling to have someone take care of you whe sick. You closed your eyes continued to fall asleep.

Jason Pov

I poured out the thawed water, poured new cold water into the bucket, poured ice cubes in, soaked the small towel and returned to the room. I saw she had fallen into a deep sleep, her complexion had improved a lot. This was a good thing. I wrung out the small towel and covered her forehead, then used another towel to wipe the sweat off her neck.

I noticed she was smiling in her sleep, I laughed quietly in case she suddenly woken up by me. She looked like a baby in her deep sleep, and I suddenly had an inexplicable thought. I gently patted her little hand, just like my mother used to coax me to sleep when I was young, then I fell into a very deep sleep, the kind that could sleep until dawn.

I approached quietly and carefully, holding my breath and kissing her cheek secretly, giving her a goodnight kiss. She just slept quietly without any scruples or defenses. Even we are the kind of friends, we should have the basic awareness of keeping a distance from the other person. If I were a pervert who couldn't suppress emotions and desires, maybe I would be the lustful wolf who ate a harmless little rabbit.

I stretched out my rough hand and held her little hand tightly, "My little princess, I wish you a good dream."

I let go her little hand went to the living room see a sleeping Kirin. I gently carried him to Y/N's room. I went into the kitchen to wash all the dishes and put them aside to dry. I returned to the room sat quietly while taking out my phone to look at it. I suddenly thought something very important. I forgot to ask what she wanted to eat for dinner. I looked at her sleeping face chose to put the question behind me and ask it when she woke up.

Y/N Pov

In the evening, you woke up and found the small towel on forehead was no longer cold. You heard a snoring sound coming. You saw Jason sitting on a chair next to you, sleeping soundly, and Kirin sleeping beside his feet. You sat on the bed looked at their sleeping faces with a relieved expression. It was a peaceful scene that healed people's hearts.

You took out the thermometer to measure your body temperature, and you recovered from the cold. You got out of bed and walked out of the room quietly, saw the house was clean. There were several small towels hanging on the balcony, which the towels Jason used to cool you down just now. These small towels meant he had changed several towels for you. He was unexpectedly careful and thoughtful.

At this time, the phone in the living room rang, you hurried to see it was his phone ringing. It showed that Bruce Wayne's call. You took it into the room try to wake Jason up, but he already sleeping and snoring non-stop. There was no way to answer it. Wonder if something urgent that needed to be dealt with.

You press the answer button "Hello, Mr Wayne."

Mr Wayne was surprised and coughed twice "Hey, Y/N. How are you? I heard from Tim that you sick."

You smiled and said "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, thanks to Jason's care."

You can hear Mr Wayne sighing with relief "Great. Where is Jason?"

You look at him sleeping in the room "He's asleep, I'll wake him up now."

He smiled "No, no, I called to ask about your situation. Since you are okay, I am relieved. My eldest son just caught a cold and a fever too."

I stood on the balcony and chatted with Mr Wayne "Dick is sick too? The recent flu is terrible, I hope he recovers soon."

"Dad, his friend?" At this time, you heard Damian's voice coming from next to Mr Wayne.

"Yes. What's wrong?" Mr Wayne said in a puzzled tone.

"Can I talk to her?" Damian suddenly said, and you were surprised to hear it. "

You can hear Mr Wayne mumbling from the phone, can hear it clearly "Don't say the wrong thing again, you and Jason's matter is not resolved yet."

Damian blurted out "I know."

You feel a little pressured. Talking to a child like him who has a bad temper, you still have to greet him politely "Hello, is it Damian?"

"Yes." He answered calmly, and the topic ended immediately.

You are thinking about what to say next, he interrupted and said "How is your illness?"

You are confused, the sudden concern "Oh... Thanks to Jason's care, I'm almost well."

After a moment of silence, he said "Would you like to visit manor when you get better?"

Nani? Did you hear correctly? You didn't understand, but you still answered him calmly, "Okay, no problem. See you, I'll bring Kirin play with you."

He was quiet for a while then said in a happy tone, "Okay, no problem. Take care, bye."

He hung up the phone... You looked very surprised. How could he suddenly become so well-behaved? You couldn't believe what he said. He suddenly cared about you, and you were almost scared to death. Is it really going to rain red today? Or he possessed by evil spirits? Jason must be informed this matter, you ran back to the room in panic to wake Jason up.

You slapped Jason's face, "Hey! Wake up!"

Jason was awakened by your slap. He fell off his chair and woke up Kirin who was sleeping soundly. He sat on the ground with a confused look on his face. "What?! What the hell is going on!"

You put his phone on his face. "Is your brother possessed by a ghost?!"

He took the phone back with a confused look. "What do you mean? Which brother?"

You said nervously, "Damian! I just talked to him on the phone."

He sat up and grabbed your arm. "What the hell he say?! Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head nervously. "He said when I got better welcome to visit the manor..."

He blinked a few times, with a question in his mind. "Huh? Really?"

You nodded quickly and held his hands tightly. "Yes! Really!"

He looked away, with a serious expression. "Maybe he really was possessed by a ghost... I'll go home and take a look later. If it's true, I'll find someone to exorcise it."

You hold your cheeks, with a surprised expression "Oh shit..."

He touches your head comforts you "It's okay, I'll inform Bruce first."

He takes out his phone find Mr Wayne's number and presses the dial button. He turns on the loud speaker so you can listen to it. After a while, Mr Wayne answered the call, and Jason's first words were "Hey Bruce, your son is possessed."

You are holding back your laughter, Mr Wayne silent for a while and then says "Dick is sick, not possessed."

Jason clarifies "Your youngest son, Damian Wayne. He asked Y/N come to manor when she recovers."

Bruce silent for a while, and suddenly heard him shouting "Tim, help me see if Damian is also sick! Jason said he was possessed!"

You heard Tim "What! No way! Holy shit!"

"The house is haunted!" You heard Dick scream.

"Go to sleep!" Mr Wayne yelled.

Jason hung up the phone looked at you after hearing the mess at home. You both couldn't help but burst into laughter. You now know their family has such a funny side. It's so rude to Mr Wayne's family, but it's so funny you and Jason can't stop laughing. Next time you go to Mr Wayne's manor, you really don't know what expression to use to face them.

After laughed enough, you leaned on his shoulder, "Ha... That's so funny."

He also laughed, "Fuck... Shit..."

You both looked at each other at the same time, and suddenly it felt so weird to meet eyes at the same time. You seemed a little overwhelmed and avoided him, Jason blushed and avoided your gaze. There was air conditioning and fan in the room, but your body felt hot. You thought it was awkward, you should not lean on his shoulder, he noticed and directly hugged you to prevent you from leaving.

The momentary happiness turned into a subtle mood, and you didn't know what to say in response. He whispered to your ear, "Sorry, stay like this for a while and I'll go back, okay?"

You were in a state of confusion when you heard he was going back. He had a home and should go back, but you didn't want him to go back. It was the loneliness and emptiness were bothering you. You accidentally blurted out, "Can't you not go back?"

His body trembled, you stole a glance at his face, which became even redder. "Erm... This is too sudden."

You hurriedly moved away from him, shaking your hands and explaining, "No! It's not what you think! You see, it's already evening, I mean to ask you if you want to have dinner together before going home..."

For some reason, your face was so hot, could it be the fever hadn't subsided yet? You stole a glance at his current expression, and his face was still red. You lowered your head didn't dare him to look at it anymore. He coughed to ease the atmosphere, "I can stay for dinner... If you don't mind."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, "I don't mind! The Ochazuke you cooked is delicious!"

He was so surprised that he gritted his teeth and scratched his hair, "Really... As long as you like it."

It's damn hot now. You can't figure out whether it's the fever or the temperature change in the room. You blush and swallow, put your hand on his arm move closer to him. He sees your hand running across his arm, his breathing becomes a little rapid in his confusion. You realize you are not in the right mood and withdraw your hand.

He suddenly blocks your eyes with his hand, preventing you from seeing his expression. You can feel his breathing is disordered, you sit up straight nervously, not even daring to bend your back. You pinch your trembling hands, scared and confused because you can't see everything in front of you. His hands are also hot, and you are increasingly confused about whether these temperatures are yours, his body, or the temperature of the room.

Jason Pov

What the fuck is going on now! Why is the rhythm between us suddenly messed up! I have no idea what the hell is going on now! Why are we both in such a passionate situation! My breathing rate is so chaotic, my heartbeat is constantly accelerating, all my emotions are fucked up by her.

I blocked her view prevent her to see my expression. I don't know what she thinks of me, but she doesn't have to show she wants to be eaten by me, it's fucking erotic enough to increase my lust. Calm down, Jason Peter Todd. Calm down the fuck, don't cross that line, once cross it, you can't back to the beginning.

"Sorry..." I exhaled, and her lips showed a look of confusion.

It's just a topic for dinner, don't let your mind wander to other things, okay? It's damn hot, the room is hot, but actually my body that's overheated. I stared at her lips for a while, when I got close to her lips, I could feel each other's breath. Or I could just kiss and confront her, but the response might not be what I expected.

I backed off, I didn't dare to kiss her when I thought about the future. Her lips were right in front of me, I only needed to touch them lightly. It was such a simple thing, but I couldn't take that step. I was afraid of how she would look at me in the future, and our relationship would become distant and couldn't go back to original life.

I couldn't help myself, I kissed my hand that was covering her eyes and let go. Her eyes were full of charming eyes, which I liked the most when she only looked at me. What a beautiful girl can make me crazy. A disease can make me upset. A simple sleeping face can make me feel happy and confused.

My princess... What kind of spell did you cast on me to make me so fascinated.

"Jason? Are you okay?" She put her hand on my face with a worried expression.

I was confused like an idiot, but calmed down. "Sorry, was distracted. I'll ummm… bathroom first and cook for you. Wait for me."

I put my hand on the door looked back at her. She noticed my face and smiled brightly, which touched my heart. I really wanted to hug her in my arms. I opened the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. I took some water and splashed it on my face try to wake myself up. Wait, bathroom... I looked behind the door and saw a set of underwear and panties...

"Fuck you..." I said to myself. I have never felt that underwear is so attractive and sinful in my life.

I left the bathroom and heard noises coming from the living room. I saw her and Kirin playing. Seeing how active she was, I didn't have to worry about her anymore. I stood aside watched her and Kirin jumping around. She hummed a Japanese song and clapped her hands while dancing. It was so healing today. Seeing the person I love the most so healthy and beautiful showing her lovely and charming side in front of me.

She noticed me standing aside and watching. She walked towards me with Kirin in her arms. "Kirin, do you want to play with daddy?"

I pointed at myself in surprise. "Me? Kirin's daddy?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, Kirin likes you very much. He even sticks to you when sleeps. I envy too much."

I teased her playfully. "Are you envious of Kirin sleeping with me, or jealous of not being able to sleep with me?"

She pouted and whispered, "Both."

This feeling so fucking exciting, it's just too blissful! I happily leaned over looked at Kirin, "Kirin, why don't you play with mommy first, and daddy play with you after cooks dinner, OK?"

"Woof!" He wagged his tail happily.

Then she acted like a spoiled child with a pitiful expression, "I want eat ice cream~"

I laughed and pinched her cheek, "You better go and rest, or I won't buy it for you."

I saw her sticking her tongue out at me then went back to the living room to play. It was so healing to be amused by her funny expression. I went into the kitchen get ingredients to prepare dinner. She hadn't recovered yet, so better made some light food. While I was cutting the ingredients, my phone rang. I put down my work and took out my phone. Dickhead calling, and I pressed the answer button.

"Babybird~ Didn't you come home for dinner? I miss my baby brother~" I could tell from his voice that he l still sick.

I put the phone to my ear and pressed it with shoulder "Nah, I have something to do tonight. I will go back to my own home after I finish my work, not to the manor, so don't have to leave dinner for me."

He sneezed and said sadly "You are biased! Take care of your girlfriend! Not your dear brother."

I complained angrily "Damn Dickhead! Alfred and others at home, not enough people to take care of you?! Do you want to ask Bruce to call even the private doctor!"

He suddenly laughed "Eh? It's not pure friendship between you two?"

I said embarrassedly "Fuck you! Shut up!"

His laughter came from the phone. This guy was sicker than expected. He suddenly muttered, "Y/N such a lucky girl~ Babybird takes care of her so attentively."

Suddenly I thought something to bully him, "Oh... I forgot, you don't have your dearest Kitsune lying by your pillow to take care of you."

He choked on his saliva and coughed, "Bastard Babybird!"

I laughed at him, "Oh ya, if Kitsune was naked at this time, then lay on your bed, using her seductive body to warm your bed, maybe would heal faster, I'm not wrong, right?"

He coughed even harder, "I'm hanging up!"

I teased him again, "Don't make weird noises in bed at night, be careful Kitsune hears it."

"Babybird!" I hung up the phone as soon as he shouted.

"What's wrong?" She poked her head out curiously.

I laughed and said, "Dick hasn't recovered yet. I just bullied him."

She pointed at me smiled wickedly, "You're so mean~"

I put my phone back in my pocket, "He's unlucky. Ah, and... I'm a mean person to begin with."

Chapter 14 End.

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aphroditeinthesea · 2 days

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hi !! could i request a annabeth chase x fem reader that’s really angsty, like im thinking that they’re close friends and annabeth is like sure that reader likes percy and so she bottles her feelings up until she can’t hold it anymore and its all hurt/comfort (i have been listening to ttpd too much lately)

“ a greater woman stays cool (but i howl like wolf at the moon) ”

annabeth chase x fem!reader 🦉

a/n kinda short

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When Y/N started hanging around more, Annabeth knew why. It was because of Percy. It had to be. Everyone since the dawn of time has had a crush on Perseus Jackson.

Why wouldn't they? He was handsome, charming, brave, funny, smart- that dumbass was everything someone could want. Most importantly, he was a boy.

When the mornings would come, Annabeth would never admit how she’d watch her friend as she would sit with her siblings at breakfast. The way she would laugh at something they’d say. She would throw her head back, letting her locks of hair fall out of her face, nearly catching the gray eyes in a stare. But Annabeth would quickly turn and fake a conversation.

It was more recently that Annabeth couldn't bare it. When the girl would come around when her and Percy were handing out, she would always find some excuse to leave. Or when she knew y/n would be somewhere, suddenly she was just "too busy." She knew she had to avoid y/n at all costs.

However, it was this day that she found y/n practicing with Percy that killed her. She couldn't look away from the way he had his arms around y/n, showing her how to balance her sword.

Her stomach flipped as the scene unfolded in front of her very eyes. His calloused hands over her smaller ones.

She soon locked eyes with Y/N, who softly smiled in return, “Annabeth!”

The blonde awkwardly waved before rushing off to her cabin. The two others were left confused, y/n speaking, “I’m gonna go check on her.” Percy nodded before she ran after Annabeth, awkwardly bumping into a few other campers on the way.

When she finally reached the Athena cabin, she was happy to find only a few of Annabeth’s siblings were there.

She stopped Malcolm as he began walking out the door, “have you seen Annabeth?’

“Yeah, she just ran into the bathroom,” he explained, pointing to the closed door.

“Thanks,” she waved as he left. She made her way to the white door and softly knocked, “Annabeth, it’s y/n,” she prefaced, “are you okay? I just wanted to check on you.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Annabeth was staring at her puffy red eyes in the mirror, “one second,” she called, wiping her eyes and fanning herself to look normal.

“You didn't answer my question.”

“I’m fine,” she choked out.

“No, you're… I’m coming in,” y/n responded, turning the doorknob.

Annabeth panicked, trying to get to the door before it opened. But alas, y/n opened the door, finding the mess of the blonde, standing in front of her.

“Beth-”

“Ugh,” Annabeth covered her face with her tissue filled fists, “it’s stupid, it's so stupid.” She stepped back, eventually sitting on top of the closed toilet.

“What happened?” Y/N kneeled at her, “did I do something?”

“No, gods, it’s not your fault.”

She placed her hand on Annabeth’s knee, “are you sure? Because you keep acting weird whenever I’m around you and Percy, was it because of him and I training- oh.”

The blonde nervously looked at the girl on the ground, beginning to lean back. She knew. She had to. She figured her all out.

“You have a crush on Percy, don’t you?”

Nevermind.

“Oh my gods,” she leaned back. “No, no I don't have a crush on Percy.”

“Oh?”

She took a deep breath, “I don't have a crush on Percy, and I’m not mad at you. I just,” she swallowed, “you two training did bother me, but…”

“What?”

“It’s because of you, not Percy,” she snapped.

Y/N tilted her head, standing up, “what?”

“Look,” she stood up as well, walking past the other girl, “I know you have a crush on Percy-”

“Ew, no I don't.”

Annabeth stood still, looking at y/n, “yes you do?”

She laughed, “gods, no, I don’t.”

“You guys are just friends?”

She nodded, “of course, I couldn't have a crush on him.”

“Why not?”

“Same reason you don’t.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.”

Annabeth leaned against the wall, “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, you're not,” y/n stood next to her, “you're wise.”

Annabeth just laughed, “shut up,” she nagged the girl in return.

“You shut up,” y/n nudged her back.

“Shut up.”

“Shut-” with that, Annabeth held her face in her hands to pull her into a kiss.

As they pulled away, y/n spoke again, “okay, I’ll shut up.”

#annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x fem!reader #annabeth chase #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase x y/n #annabeth chase x you #annabeth chase imagine #annabeth chase headcanon #based on a taylor swift song

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mispatchedgreens · 1 year

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two idiots and barbie is the getaway driver

#metalsandwich #harringroveson #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my art #look the power of this meme was unbeatable #and the internet in my house has been flip flopping all day #so ive been drawing like a madwoman #i know the background is supposed to look not like that #but i couldn't be bothered figuring it out #you're wondering what this mid ass art style is?#so am i #simpler but not full on cartoon #bc I've no clue what I'm doing

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freaky-flawless · 1 month

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Headless Headmistress Bloodgood redesign!

I've been wanting to redesign her for a while, in a way that would marry the aspects from each of her designs that I like. I'm pretty happy with how she turned out!

At some point I would like to design some more Monster High teachers and staff, because no matter what gen, that school is struggling.

#monster high #monster high fanart #headless headmistress bloodgood #nora bloodgood #monster high redesign #i feel like i should have drawn her with her head off but i quite frankly couldn't be bothered #no way in hell im drawing that damn horse either #anyway you guys know that fairytale about the girl who has to wear a ribbon around her neck otherwise her head falls off and she dies?#i think that's bloodgoods mother #ive seen that story called so many things im not sure what the official name is #the velevet ribbon? the green ribbon? the red ribbon? idk #my first exposure to that story was through the wolf among us <--great game #i wanna design a vice principal but figuring out a good monster type is hard so if yall have any suggestions im open to them #also...ive looked at this drawing on three different screens and the colors look different on each one #im on my macbook right now and i think it looks the best #id in alt #my art #sabz art

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willowser · 2 years

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i am so terribly in the mood to write angst 🥺 like. like maybe. ex-husband bakugou 🥺

not so fresh out of your divorce, but — having a little boy — life with him is so intricately tangled. far too deeply rooted to ever be out of each other's hair. more often than not, he brings your son to his parent's house if he's called in to work, but — sometimes it's after midnight and he doesn't want to have another argument with his mom about how he's working too much. be reminded that this is how he lost you in the first place. mitsuki's disappointment has always stung because she reacts so typically in fury, and this distaste is always whispered and low, serious enough that her reprimands sink to the pit of his stomach.

and sometimes — he just wants to check on you. your house. if there's anything he can bring you or that you need or that he can fix, if you want. sometimes he just wants to hear your voice, and watch the way your lips sound out his name.

"aw," you pout playfully in the doorway despite the puffiness to your eyes, at having been woken up. "my sleepy baby."

your son is knocked out on his dad's shoulder, drooling through the material of his shirt, and you step up to take him but — katsuki doesn't let go. not yet. it leaves you still within close range, rubbing a small hand over the kid's back. there's a residual heat lingering around your body from the blankets you've no doubt been swaddled in, and he imagines you bundled up with his little boy. how close and sweet the two of you will be, after he's gone.

"is that—" you gasp, making a face that has his lips twitching with the urge to smile; instead his frown deepens. "is that a thumb in his mouth?"

a sting starts deep within the sockets of his eyes, and he rolls them, feigning nonchalnce. "he's already pissed 'cause he's congested, so whatever."

it earns him a pleased hum; victorious, in letting the kid indulge his shitty habits. "picking your battles, i see."

and the two of you are left in the shadow of something, cold, despite the stove light deep in the background of your place. finally, your son is passed off, and you cradle him even though he's getting too big to be held like that, but katsuki doesn't say anything. there's a part of him that wants this image to stick for a little while longer. there's a part of him that wants this to hurt.

"do you think you'll be back before the morning?"

"uh," he swallows, knuckling at one of his eyes. "don't know. this shit with half 'n half is—" probably gonna keep him up until the early afternoon, but you'll only worry if he tells you, and you've done that enough.

"okay," you shrug, swaying slowly back and forth as you nestle your cheek in your son's wild blonde hair. "that's fine. i can drop him off with your dad on the way to work, yeah?" all you get is a grunt of affirmation; doesn't seem like he'll avoid the argument with the old hag afterall. "hey, while i have you, i was gonna say—do you wanna come in, or something?"

fuck, if he doesn't want to. how easily he could sink into your couch and your voice, relaxed for the first time in — he doesn't know how long. he is officially A Dad, ready to fall asleep the minute he sits with his head back for even a minute. you'll offer him tea that he won't take, because it'll keep you in the kitchen too long, out of sight.

the soft, safe image of his little family under one roof again makes his stomach churn, and he has to rip himself out of the daydream lest he fall prey to it; he's here for a reason, afterall.

"i gotta—"

"oh, duh," you swing your sleeping little boy gently for emphasis, smile dim in the doorway. "i just wanted to say, if you're gonna be busy, i can plan the birthday party with your mom," a long kiss is pressed to your son's forehead and, minute as it is, katsuki doesn't miss the slight slump of your shoulders. "no big deal."

"no," he says it quick and fails to keep his voice even; when you look up at him, eyebrows raised, katsuki has to take a step back and breathe through his nose. "no, i—you don't hafta' —i just need to send you my schedule, and then we can...figure it out."

"you already have," voice soft, you press the words again into your son. despite them you smile gently, tender. raw. "and i don't remember tonight being on the roster."

so easily could you be hostile. hateful and angry and justified and it would be preferable to this bended knee you've taken; accepting of the life dynamight will always have, even if you're not able to stomach it. if only you could scream and smack him and chastise, then maybe it would be easier to leave.

but instead you just flicker, a light in the dark he'll never reach.

"sorry," is all he can say, teeth grit. the word depresses into his tongue and the weight of it makes him want to gag; he means it now — and every other moment he's failed you in.

you don't press the issue, because you're too kind. "our little baby," another pout works it's way to your lips and katsuki's chest collapses, heart thundering in the cavity he's had to make a home in. alone. "the big 5-0."

he snorts to clear the frog in his throat. "he's gonna be 5, not 50."

"oh," you blink at him owlishly, and then burst into a small fit of laughter that he can't help but to ease at. to yearn for. "i'm half-asleep, you can't hold that against me."

there's a reason he's here; now he's keeping you up and his time has run out, like it always has and always will. the silence that settles between you eats away at him until he is hollow enough to slip away.

you linger in the doorway, watching dutifully as he opens his car door and — katsuki takes one last look at you, another image he wants to last. another image he wants to hurt. sometime in the next 24 hours, when he manages to leave dynamight behind and crawl into his empty bed sheets, this is all he'll think about while chasing after a sleep that isn't so friendly when he's by himself.

hopefully in his dreams, at least, you'll be welcoming him home, instead of bidding him a quiet goodbye yet again.

#BYE CRYING #i want PAIN #akfhejanka #ex husband bakugou i would simply. not be able to handle it.#bakugou drabble #edit to say: i wonder if it bothers him that his parents are still married #lile despite the witch he thinks his mother is — they were able to figure it out #so why couldn't the two of you? 🥺#cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

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journey-to-the-attic · 8 months

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i meant to post this yesterday and just completely forgot - here's the full version of the cover i made for the wattpad port, by the way!! (i know cross-post is the technically correct term but port is just a fun word to say/type. i don't need to explain myself here)

#art #obey me #i had something more elaborate in mind at first but i couldn't be bothered to figure out how to execute it #hence this #i'm not the biggest fan of the font for the title but i spend like forty minutes looking and this was the best one #jtta ik #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #one thing about me is i love drawing the characters Tiny like this #i made a new brush for that solomon comic and i used it again here since i figured it worked better for the look than my usual pencil brush #i still have no idea how brush-making in procreate works actually i just modified one that was already in the app #(mercury in the inking section for anyone who wants to know haha)

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queensunshinee · 11 hours

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Time Of Our Lives || Part 3

Part 3:

Liana hadn't seen Art for three days. Ever since they started studying at Stanford, not a day had gone by without his presence being felt. Even if just for five minutes, he would pop up suddenly and disappear just as quickly. Liana wouldn’t say it out loud, but his presence had started to grow on her. She was never the most popular kid or the most popular teen. She always had two or three friends. And Art, it's not very clear who he is in her life, but he's a figure that's there. Present. Breathing the air she breathes. Knowing the people she knows. Laughing at her words, annoying her with his. She hadn't seen him for three days and it's bothering her. So today, she decided to go to the open practice for the first time, and Art wasn't there either.

"Are you looking for Art?" a female voice sounded behind her, and she turned around. Facing her was Tashi. Liana searched for the words, something that was always complicated for her; finding words in front of people she didn’t know or felt threatened by. Right now, she needed to answer 'yes' or 'no', and all she could do was stare. "You're Liana, right? Patrick showed me a picture of you with the boys, and I’ve seen you a few times with Art. Are you looking for him?" she explained and asked again. "Oh, yeah..." Liana managed to find her voice, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks. Unwanted color flooding in. "Did you see him?" she squeaked, trying to steady herself in front of the girl before her. "He just texted that he wasn't coming to practice today. Nice to finally meet you. Maybe we can have lunch sometime." She smiled briefly and moved towards the court, leaving Liana in the stands. A bit more worried than she had been before.

She knocked on his door three times. Then another three. And then six more. After the fifth round, he opened it for her. It was the first time she had been in his room, and he couldn't hide his surprise. "Li?" Art's voice sounded weaker than usual. "You didn't come to the open practice," she said coolly, looking at him and furrowing her brows. He didn't look good. In fact, he looked like shit. His hair looked greasy, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were sunken with dark circles around them. Art Donaldson looked awful. "What happened to you?" She gave his arm a light push, which made him lose his balance and almost fall, but he understood her intention and moved aside. He ran a hand through his hair, a tic she knew he had; when Art was nervous, frustrated, or confused, his hand automatically went to the back of his neck, a few seconds of that until he gets a grip and acts as if nothing had thrown him off balance. "You were at the open practice?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Stuck on that piece of information. Almost wanting to request that the sentence be engraved on his tombstone when the time came. 'Here lies Art Donaldson, whose open practice Liana Levi attended.' His parents would surely be thrilled. "For four and a half minutes, then I realized you weren't there." She said as she walked to the window and opened it. "Your room stinks," she stated, turning her gaze back to him. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" she added. Sure, they weren't best friends, but they were supposed to be each other's emergency contact. They were supposedly here together. He made sure to remind her of that once a day. And now, in a real emergency, he wasn't talking to her. "Because it doesn't matter, I already feel better," he tried to speak in a more upbeat tone, one he thought characterized him but failed miserably at it. Her hand was on his forehead, causing him to immediately lean into it and close his eyes. "You're burning up, damn it, Art." She moved her hand from his forehead to his cheek, realizing that the situation might be worse than she thought and beginning to think of a plan. "Okay, I need you to get in the shower, alright?" she spoke softly. He looked at her, his mouth half-open. "Where's your spare key?" she asked, without looking at him too much, opening the closet intending to find clean sheets there. Art watched her bustle around his room, and despite feeling awful, worse than he had felt probably in the last two years, he found himself smiling. Liana was worried about him. She would make sure he was okay. "Art, do you hear me? I need you to get in the shower, I'm going to get a few things. Can you do that for me? I'll be back in half an hour." she said assertively, and he handed her the key as she requested. "Please be done with your shower when I get back." She ran her hand over his forehead once more, almost causing him to surrender to her touch and close his eyes again, but just as she had entered like a storm, she left like one.

Liana went down to the cafeteria after making a phone order. She returned to her room with the soup and grabbed the bag she had prepared for Art. When she entered his room, the shower water was still running, so she decided to use the time to change his sheets and put the lemon, ginger, and honey in his fridge. He came out in a towel and looked at her, leaning against the doorframe. He felt blessed. His head hurt, he had sneezed forty times that day, and all his muscles ached, yet he felt blessed. "You didn't have to, Li..." he mumbled, and she turned to him. "Good, you're out. Get dressed and eat the soup. If it's cold, let me know and I'll go heat it up." There was a microwave on each floor, so that was an option. Art went back to the bathroom and put on long pants, unable to bring himself to wear a shirt. "I also brought you some pills I had. If you need anything else, I can go get it, this is just what I had in my room," Liana babbled, realizing she was behaving in an uncharacteristic way. It dawned on her too late that Art probably thought she was crazy. More than that, that he didn't want her presence in his room right now. She had invaded his personal space and decided on her own that she was there to stay, when he hadn't really invited her. He had done everything to avoid seeing her in the past few days. He sat down to eat the soup at his desk, unable to take his eyes off her for fear she would disappear and he would be alone again, wallowing in his own misery. "Is it hot?" she asked, not knowing what else to say. "It's great. Thanks, Li," he smiled sincerely, and she reached her hand towards his forehead again. "Can I?" she made sure to ask this time, hesitating and seeing him nod. Her hand moved from his forehead to his cheek automatically, and he sighed for a second. "You're still warm." Her brow furrowed again. "When you finish, take this pill, okay? It's supposed to help with the fever..." she added, starting to gather her things. "Are you leaving?" he asked. Art's voice sounded more desperate than he intended. He wanted to sound indifferent, as if he didn't mind being alone. As if the last three days hadn't been an isolated nightmare filled with self-pity. "You can stay a bit longer. If you want," he added quickly, saying the sentence fast as if it would make it vanish from the air. "Okay," Liana said and nodded. "We can watch an episode of 'Gilmore Girls'," she smiled. Every summer, she forced Art and Patrick to watch a few episodes of 'Gilmore Girls'. If she had to be stuck with them, at least some of the time they would do what she loved. She was sure they liked the show because sometimes they would make comments about it. Art shrugged while finishing the soup, acting as if he didn't care if she stayed or not. In reality, he wanted to smile victoriously because he had won today. No one could argue that Art was the winner of this day. "You can take a shirt from my closet if you want," he told her, and she nodded. If they were going to watch an episode of the show, they would watch it on his laptop, in his bed. She couldn't stay dressed in jeans, and besides, they had seen each other in much less clothing over the years. So Liana put on one of his oversized boxers and a Stanford shirt that was at least two sizes too big for both of them. Art looked at her and nodded for a moment, lying down in bed and waiting for the moment she would say it was too much for her. That despite all her good intentions, she and Art weren't going to share a bed just so he could feel better. They hadn't done that since they were six, probably because she wouldn't even sit next to him on the same couch. "We're in Logan's season, are you excited?" she asked with exaggerated enthusiasm and sat down next to him. He automatically pulled her closer. "Aren't you afraid of getting sick?" he felt like the biggest jerk in the world for asking only after he had pulled her that close. "My immune system has never let me down, Donaldson, and it’s not going to let me down today." She started the episode while getting comfortable next to him.

As the episode progressed, her hand found its way to his hair, playing with one of his blonde curls that, just like Art Donaldson himself, had grown on her. "That feels nice…" his voice was barely audible as he was close to falling asleep, his head half on the pillow and half on her shoulder while his arm was wrapped around her. Just before Art fell asleep, focused on Liana's breathing and her fingers in his hair, instead of the show, he realized he didn't need much to feel good.

heyyy there. How are we feeling about this chapter? I hope the slow burn isn't too slow for you...any thoughts? I know that Patrick wasn't here at all, but he'll have his comeback, don't worry. Also, should I do a tag list? It feels a little too much since I really don't know if there are readers who want to come back. I really want to hear from you so feel free to talk to me (PLEASE). By the way- I still feel like my English is ruining the story, but again, I'm trying. Thanks for reading. It means a lot ❤️

#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #challengers #challengers fic #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #tashi duncan

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slyandthefamilybook · 28 days

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Once there was a boy who was a shepherd. He kept watch over a small flock of sheep in a pasture at the edge of town. He loved his sheep. He had been born to a shepherd from a family of shepherds, and had so grown up amongst his flock. He knew all of the sheep by name and would great them one-by-one each morning. "Hello Dolly," he would say. "Hello Steven and hello Betty."

Now these sheep were undoubtedly useful: the townspeople would eat their meat and weave their wool and gnaw on their bones as they worked the fields. But these sheep were also alive. They had a glittering intelligence in their black eyes, and they would commune every so often to discuss the harvest, and the shepherd boy, and the townspeople. The sheep loved the shepherd boy and they loved the town and the townspeople, and the people loved them back. They were good sheep.

Now one day the shepherd boy overheard one of the townspeople talking about his flock. The man said he thought the sheep were ugly, and that they smelled bad. This upset the shepherd boy, because he loved his sheep, and he thought the people loved his sheep as well. The shepherd boy, being no more than 12 years old at the time, wanted to remind the people of how much his sheep mattered to them. So one night as the moon hid behind the clouds the shepherd boy stood on a stone in his pasture and cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Out came a crowd of people, blinking the sleep from their eyes and carrying torches and pitchforks and shovels and ladels. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople became angry and shook their fists at the shepherd boy. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. The shepherd boy had to admit that his ploy was juvenile, but he was still a child, and so the people forgave him. And they continued to love the shepherd boy and his sheep, and the shepherd boy and his sheep loved them back, for the townspeople had proved that night how much they cared.

Five years later, when the shepherd boy was now a teen, he stood amongst his flock in the pasture and he said "good night, Dolly. Good night, Steven and good night, Betty." But as the clouds passed over the moon the shepherd teen saw a shape in the distance, and out of fear for his flock he cried out: "Help! Help! A wolf!"

Again came the great crashing crowd with their knives and their swords and axes and bows. They stood in the pasture and looked about, but they could see no wolf. The townspeople once again became angry, and they shook their fists at the shepherd teen. "This is a serious matter!" they cried. "We love you and we love your sheep, but you must learn to not be so frightened!" With great grumbling the townspeople returned to their homes, and the shepherd teen sensed that something had changed.

Five more years passed, and the shepherd teen was now a shepherd. He still passed through his flock every morning and said, "Good morning, Dolly. Good morning, Steven and good morning, Betty." And the sheep loved the shepherd and he loved them. But in his age he had grown cautious. The shepherd had learned from the townspeople that perhaps the wolves were not so great a threat as he had thought. And so at night when he would see their red eyes prowling at the edges of his pasture, he would stay silent and wait.

One night, as the clouds began to cover the moon, a wolf appeared. The wolf approached Dolly the sheep and snarled, its lips wet. "Away!" cried the shepherd. "Away with you!" But the wolf showed its fangs and said, "I want your sheep." "Why?" cried the boy. "Why must you take my sheep? You have your food in the forest!" But the wolf laughed. "I want your sheep because I am a wolf and they are sheep. That is how it is done." And the wolf parted its terrible jaws and snatched up Dolly the sheep and dragged her into the deep woods. And the shepherd remained silent.

The next night two wolves appeared, their eyes red and their tongues hungry. The wolves approached Steven the sheep who was with his family. "Away with you!" cried the shepherd. "Why do you hate my sheep so?" The wolves cackled and said with the same voice, "we hate your sheep because it is the thing for sheep to be hated. All wolves hate sheep, and they cannot all be wrong. Even the birds and rabbits of the forest will come around." And the wolves each took a leg from Steven the sheep and hauled him into the dark woods. And still the shepherd held his tongue.

The next night as the moon was new the shepherd saw a sea of red eyes at the edge of the forest. The wolves marched toward his sheep, their heads held high. And the shepherd saw that indeed the birds and rabbits of the forest were among them, their eyes bleeding and their teeth sharp. They approached Betty the sheep who cried out in terror. The shepherd stood on a rock in his pasture and called out with a loud voice: "Help! Help! The wolves have come, and all the birds and rabbits of the forest!"

But this time no one came. You see, although the boy had cried wolf before, his fear was now justified. But the townspeople had grown tired of him. Every time the flock was threatened they felt compelled to act, and that compulsion drained them. And they no longer liked the shepherd. He had spent too much time with his sheep, and they had begun to see that same glittering black intelligence in his eyes. Sheep are frightened of everything and cannot be expected to know when they are truly in danger.

What had the shepherd done for them? He kept his sheep mostly to himself these days. Perhaps the shepherd was the one really in control, and he had used his cries of wolf to bend the townspeople to his will. Anyone whose flock was threatened that often must be doing something wrong.

And what was this about the birds and rabbits of the forest? They were peaceful! They could never be convinced to join with those who preyed upon them. Flocks of sheep are old and backwards and they are a drain on the town, the people thought. If the birds and rabbits hate the sheep they must have good reason to do so.

Again the shepherd called out, but the townspeople rolled over in their beds and stuffed their ears with sheep's wool. The shepherd's cries of wolf had made them feel guilty, and so they had found reasons for why they did not have to listen. And besides, the townspeople thought as they pulled their wolf skins over their heads and their eyes glowed red, the sheep really were delicious...

#atlas entry #I wrote and re-wrote this post 5 times bc i couldn't figure out how to say what I was thinking. so I decided to do what I do best and write #the story of the boy who cried wolf has always bothered me because like. yeah he shouldn't have cried wolf but also if the townspeople #actually cared about the flock they would come no matter what. instead they convince themselves that they don't have to care #anyways this post is about #antisemitism #and in particular #leftist antisemitism #jew #jewish #judaism #jumblr

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