#ight here we go

[crvngefrvll]

Hot take: if your only response, criticism, or hate towards fictional ships is either just "they're just friends", "Character X got in the way", "they're overrated", or "they're not canon", you clearly can't come up with actual criticism on ships.

I'm talking ESPECIALLY on friends to lovers.

Also- let me tell you- DID YOU KNOW that human emotions and relationships are COMPLEX and can be interpreted differently?

(Read reblog for more explanation)

[movedblog-thesacrificialdove]

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 2.3k words obsessive naga x f!reader — ko-fi | patreon | masterlist | inbox | taglist | home | req. & comms

tags two cocks, hypnosis, kidnapping, dub-con, praise kink, light sub naga, oviposition, breeding kink, aftermath of mind control, altered memories

—📜" Making your way back to the campsite, a kind stranger guides you back to where you're needed. With him

Recounting your steps would be futile. It’s best for you to leave fate like this.

It got dark too quickly and you still haven’t traversed your way back to the camp. A short trip to your van for some extra supplies became a longer task than you anticipated it to. You can barely see the sun anymore. The trees start to look the same. Your lamp feels like it’s about to go out any second now. 

The camping materials hold you back severely. Your shoulder aches and the cooler in both of your hands are heavy. Watching the sunset, you drop the cooler below a landmark tree. Four scratches. You don’t exactly know what caused those scratches, but whoever did it, they marked your path back to your friends.

With a sigh, you bend over to carry the cooler again—

“You need help with that?”

The cooler drops to your feet, making you scream out. The person, who materialised out of nowhere, comes up to you. “Sorry, are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The man looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at you. It’s alright. It’s just… someone.

��Oh,” you say, wincing as you hold yourself up against a tree. “I’m alright, I guess. Are you, uh, camping here too?”

He smiles. His teeth are white and he has little fangs like your little sister. It’s cute. “Yeah, just by the lakeside,” he says.

You haven’t seen another tent on the lake. You’d know since you and your friends are stationed there. Maybe he’s more camouflaged. “Oh, uh, actually, me and my friends are there too. If it’s not too much of a bother…—”

“You want me to take you there?” he says, practically reading your mind. “Yeah. It’s getting dangerous out at night.” He approaches you, looking around the forest with cautious eyes. “Let me lead the way, yeah? Just follow me and you won’t get lost.”

You nod. He doesn’t look away from you and you don’t either. When he turns to the path, you follow his figure closely. You feel lighter now. The equipment doesn’t seem so heavy anymore… Did you forget something?

He asks you, “You guys staying for long?”

“Ah, well, for a bit. We leave tomorrow morning.”

“Really?” he laughs. “I’ve already been here a while and I never wanna leave,” he jokes. You think that to be true. He turns to look back at you, seeing as you struggle behind him. He reaches out, “Let me get that for you so that you won’t worry about carrying anything.”

You nod. Your backpack, your lamp, all of it goes to him. He smiles as you catch up to him.

You think you’re reaching the lake right about now. You remember seeing another landmark earlier. You think you were supposed to take a turn—but he hasn’t, right? He knows where to go. He knows what to do. You should trust him. You should trust him.

The night looks darker. Did the lamp run out?

He’s not holding anything. He’s not looking at you anymore.

“Hey,” you call out, looking around, “Are we…?”

“Yeah, we’re almost there,” he assures. “Come on. Hurry now. I can hear your friends from here.”

You don’t hear them. The wind threatens the both of you for a moment, the breeze coming along with it. He takes your hand to guide you forward. You think you hear them now.

There’s something in the distance. It looks like a cave. “Ri-i-ight over there,” he drags out, hands in his pockets as you both stand outside of it. “Your friends are calling for you there.”

It’s too dark to see them. It must be later in the night now. You can hear their voices. They’re calling for you. They’re calling your name. You can hear them so vividly. Get in the cave.

Get in the cave.

Get in the cave.

Listen to me.

Get in the cave.

Darkness envelops you with each step forward. They’re closer now. The footsteps behind you feel distant. Yet, you feel the warmth of a body pressed against you. You can feel the air against your neck, like soft whispers and heavy breathing.

You call out one of your friend’s names. It echoes in the cave.

“They’re here, sweetheart,” someone whispers behind you. He's the kind man. “It’s getting late. You need to change into sleepwear, hm? Take your bottoms off for me.”

There’s nothing you can see in the dark. You feel around for your pants as you start to unbutton them. Another pair of hands come to hold yours, guiding you where to pull and where to unzip. It helps you take them off.

“You look very nice,” you’re lowered to the ground, “sweetheart, you look very nice. Can you lay on your front for me?”

The kind man allows you to the cold floor. You feel nice. Just a bit sleepy. He keeps you up with his hands going up and down your body. “Wish you could see yourself,” he says, pushing your top up—revealing your chest—” you look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

You can hear something in the background. It sounds almost terrifying. Like the sounds of rubber stretching, the peeling of the skin, and small little grunts that echo throughout. Still, you’re soothed by the kind man who shushes you calmly.

“It’s alright, I just wanna…” he trails off, shifting you around so you’re laying on—something. It’s smooth yet hard beneath you. It’s cold, too cold. “...sweetheart?”

Has he been calling your name the entire time? You can’t really speak. You try to open your mouth but it’s too heavy. You’re lightheaded.

“It’s okay, just wanted to make sure you’re still here,” he says, “I wanna ask you something, just nod or shake your head, yeah?”

You nod.

“Do you like your friends?”

You nod.

“Do you truly want to see them again?”

You nod.

“Then can you help me out? Just for a moment, just for a little while.”

…You nod.

His chuckle is all you hear before he pulls you up. You can hear something dragging behind him. Once you’re pressed against the wall, you continue to hear it as something slides against you. You can’t move. You can’t feel your arms. 

The panic settles in and he’s trying so hard to keep you calm. He whispers unintelligible things to you as something goes tighter, almost making you unable to breathe. It’s tight against your stomach and your shoulders. You can still feel your legs but you can’t move them. You won’t. You won’t move them.

“Stay still,” he says. “Just help me since I helped you, okay? Just one small thing.

“I need to mate with you,” the coils around you tighten, “I need to use you for a while and I promise I’ll return you to your friends. Just make me good for a bit, okay? You got that, sweetheart?”

You let out a little noise. He doesn’t say more as you feel air caress your now bare cunt. It surprises you. “I’ll try to prepare you.”

Something prods against your hole. It’s dry but you feel that you’ve already started leaking. He moans, “Already feeling good? I’m so glad. You’re gonna enjoy this, I promise.”

It pushes inside of you. Your breath gets choked out of you as you feel it massaging deep inside of you. Your legs shake as you struggle with it constantly rubbing against your G-spot. It’s playing it so easily that you can’t help but moan.

“Doing so good for me,” he says, his voice suddenly on your neck as the coils around you loosen. “Gonna put another in.”

He’s true to his word. Another thing goes inside your pussy and now you’re being scissored open. Your legs quiver hard. “So fucking wet,” he moans, “I wanna put my cocks inside of you. I wanna keep you with my eggs stuck inside. Fu-u-u-uck..!”

You cry out as the things inside of you fuck you. It thrusts relentlessly and makes you accustomed to the feeling of being stretched wide. It’s driving you crazy how it reaches so deep inside of you like an actual cock.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, the thing inside of you pulling away. “I’m so sorry. I need to fuck you. I’m about to fucking burst and it hurts!”

You’re pulled up a little before something wet touches you. You moan, the slickness of it cold and almost uncomfortable. He whines in your ears as it rubs between your folds desperately.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you with my cock, okay?” he says, something—his cock spreading slickness all over your cunt. “I’ll be gentle later. But you’re so good for me, so pliant, so fucking delicious—!”

He gets cut off by both of your moans. You scream out as you feel his cock stretch you. His fingers aren’t enough as you feel him split you open. The heat inside of you is warming you from the inside out, threatening to burn you alive.

“O-oh,” he moans, the coils tightening you, “that’s only one cock. I can’t wait to feel your ass on my other one.”

You don’t get to process his words as the coils around you guide you up and down on his cock. You’re stuck moaning without a name. His cock feels like your entire first, punching you in and out without mercy as he chases his orgasm.

In front of you, he’s panting. He’s going mad with the feeling of being inside of you. Every part of him feels like it's losing as you clench around him, unaccustomed to his size.

“So… tight~!” he moans, thrusting his hips along, “so fucking good. I wanna feel you take all of me. I wanna see you carrying my eggs so much. I wanna fill you up please..!”

He’s mumbling incoherent things as something slaps you from your behind. It feels like his other cock. You don’t panic. Instead, you feel tenfold the arousal as it pokes you at your dry rear.

It doesn’t push in. You know he’s disappointed with the way he’s crying out as he fucks your pussy harder.

“...so much. Wanna fill you up so much,” he moans, a sound coming from the back of his throat like a hiss. “I need to train you on my cock and make you never wanna leave. You’ll never need anyone else but me! Only—only me!

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.” His hips don’t stutter as you’re being suffocated again. You’re dizzy. You can feel yourself losing air in your brain as your cunt gets railed over and over again. The buds inside of you are getting rubbed to their most sensitive degree as you can feel him in your stomach. It’s jarring. It’s terrifying.

It’s so fucking good.

You wanna stay here forever.

You wanna be trained on his cock

You never wanna leave.

You never need anything but him

Only him.

A cry escapes your throat as you squirt all over his cock. Your spams doesn’t make him stop. “Oh, fuck, you’re so cute!” he says, “you’re shaking. You’re—you’re so tight around me. I’m gonna make you a momma. You’ll never be able to let go of me after this, sweetie. You’re going to want me forever.”

Least expecting it, his cocks stretch you further. You let out a meek noise as it struggles to push something in. “N…no more,” you sob, your walls pushing against it as it tries to make itself home.

“It’s okay,” he hushes. You can feel his arms around you as the coils loosen. “Take a deep breath for me. You’re doing so good.” It pushes in more. “Be a good girl. Be a good momma, okay? Come on, take it!”

He thrusts into you one last time and you scream as something gets pushed inside. You pant, feeling something heavy stretch you inside. It feels like you’re throbbing inside. It feels like a heartbeat

“That’s so good, you’re so good. Such a good girl.”

For the first time, he kisses you. The first thing you feel is his tongue pushing against your lips. It fucks your mouth open as you feel it slither. It’s long and thicker than at least three of your fingers.

You gag. You can feel it against the back of your throat and you struggle to take it in. He tasted sweet. Is it supposed to taste this sweet?

He moans on top of you as he rubs his cock inside of you, pushing the thing inside of you a little deeper. He pulls out of the kiss and you’re left with a drool connecting the both of you. “Mmm, sweetheart, you taste so good. Do I taste good?”

He does. You nod lazily as your head falls into his shoulders. He laughs as he strokes your back. “It’s okay. I’m satisfied for now. I’m sorry I rushed, okay? When you come back next time, I’ll be more gentle. I’ll even make a nest for you and our child.”

Before your brain can catch up, you’re falling into the sweet comfort of his arms.

When you wake up, your friend ushers you awake.

“Get the fuck up, sleepyhead!” she yells. “You’ve been asleep for hours, we need to go soon!”

You groan, unwilling to wake up. Your body feels so sore. The sleeping bag wasn’t the best for camping, you’d guess. What a waste of purchase.

Outside, the birds are chirping and the sounds of the river are soothing. You’re gonna miss this place, not gonna lie. It’s like something would die in you if you were to leave. Then again, you’re very dramatic.

Your name is called. “Hey! Help me bring this stupid ass cooler! Jacob’s already carrying the other one.”

You put it up against your arms. Huh. You feel like you got a moment of déjà vu. It’s probably nothing. You shake your head, trying to get rid of the morning fog in your head.

Fuck. You think you need to check in at a hospital. You can barely walk and your stomach feels heavy. Maybe get someone to check in on you—...

No.

You can’t do that.

You can’t let anyone touch you down there.

Just need to return to the lake after a month and you’ll be good as new.

do not redistrubute this work as yours/without permission or feed to AI 📷 art by @ go_h_og

[hoetachi]

LOST COUNT — E. (SMOKE) MOORE

➠ tattooartist!smoke x blk!reader

➠ mulan’s input; listen to nekkid by muni long yall… its def smoke coded

➠ cw; y/n is just girl who wants a pretty tatt, hints at ptsd, angst & slow burn (but like barely if you squint)

“ ‘ight, we done the easy part,” stack muttered, reaching for a clean paper towel and gently wiping over your swollen, red skin. you winced even at the touch.

“i think the numbing cream wore off,” you said nervously, eyeing the needle now buzzing back to life in his grip like it was plotting against you.

“sucks to suck,” he shrugged, absolutely no mercy in sight. “‘cuz this next part? gonna sting bad. real bad.”

you instinctively tensed, gripping the cushion beneath you as stack lowered the machine toward your thigh again — right over the part you knew was all soft nerve endings and suffering.

the second the needle touched your skin, your whole leg jerked like it had been hit with a live wire.

“damn!” stack pulled back fast, glaring. “girl, you tryin’ to catch a charge? i told you this part ain’t no joke!”

“i wasn’t ready!” you cried, gripping your own thigh. “you ain’t give me a countdown or nothin’—you just went in!”

stack cut the machine off, dropped his gloves on the tray, and stood up like he was done with life altogether.

“nah. no ma’am. i got high blood pressure. you not finna send me to the er ‘cause you don’t know how to sit still.”

“wait—stack, i’m sorry—”

he threw a hand up, already backing toward the hallway.

“nope. don’t apologize now. i need a break. i need a sandwich. maybe therapy.”

he peeked around the curtain.

“yo, smoke! ol’ girl over here tap dancin’ on the table again. i’m taggin’ out.”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “i’m not trying to be difficult,” you mumbled.

a few moments later, you heard the soft tread of boots, then felt the shift in air as smoke stepped into the room. he said nothing at first — just quietly took in the unfinished tattoo, your flushed face, and stack’s dramatic exit.

“he quit on me,” you said weakly, glancing up.

smoke raised a brow. “stack barely got patience for mosquitos. you think he gonna survive a jumpy first-timer?”

“you still want it finished?” he asked, setting down the stencil and gently grabbing a fresh pair of gloves.

you nodded quickly. “yeah. i’m just—i don’t know. my brain knows i want it, but my body’s bein’ a punk.”

that got the faintest flicker of a smile from him. “it happens more than you think.”

he pulled the stool close, adjusted the tray, and checked the lines stack had already done. the buzz of the machine hadn’t even started again yet, but your leg was already bracing itself.

smoke glanced up at you, calm and even.

“you ever try takin’ your mind off the pain?”

you blinked. “like... how?”

he leaned back slightly, considering. then said with a shrug,

“count my tattoos.”

you blinked again. “wait—what?”

“i’m serious.” he gave a soft laugh. “start with what you can see. out loud. keeps your brain busy. works better than holdin’ ya’ breath or squeezin’ the life outta that cushion.”

you hesitated, eyes trailing down his inked arms — and yeah, there was a lot. the longer you looked, the more you noticed the details: a portrait hidden in negative space, script in cursive so tight it looked like it whispered.

“okay... one,” you said, pointing to the jagged barbed wire wrapped around his wrist. “good,” he murmured, flipping the switch on the machine, the buzz soft and familiar

“two...” you said, moving your eyes up his forearm.

he started tattooing again, slow and steady. you winced slightly but kept going.

“three... four... five—”

you stopped, brow furrowing. “wait. that looks like two separate pieces. is it five or six?”

smoke glanced up briefly. “six.”

you nodded, returning to your count. it wasn’t painless, but it was manageable. his voice helped. his presence helped.

“seven... eight...”

he paused the machine suddenly, just for a moment.

“you missed one.”

you looked up at him, confused. “where?”

he didn’t answer right away. just reached down and, with a casual motion, pulled off his black tank.

your jaw damn near dropped.

his chest, arms, collarbones — all of it was marked. more than what you saw before. black and gray realism, smoke-like shadows blending into text, symbols, loss. pain and poetry inked into skin. and near the top of his collarbone sat the one you missed — an abstract design tucked near his heart.

“that one’s easy to overlook,” he said softly, touching the piece near his collarbone.

you blinked.

“...you are so much more tatted than stack.”

he gave a small shrug, almost like he was apologizing for it.

“yeah. i got carried away after the war...”

your eyes found his. he didn’t look at you at first — he just turned the machine off for a moment, resting it carefully beside the tray.

“me and stack enlisted together. thought it’d give us some structure. get us outta mississippi for a while.” he leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs.

“but war… it don’t care where you come from. it strips shit from you.”

you were quiet, letting him speak. something about the way he sat — shirtless, half in shadow, tattooed from shoulder to hip — made him look both larger than life and completely exposed.

“every one of these,” he gestured slowly to the ink that wrapped around his chest and arms, “is a piece of what I lost. a name, a moment, a version of me i can’t get back.”

his fingers tapped lightly over the cracked halo on his ribs.

“that one? that’s innocence. got carved out of me overseas and never came back.”

you swallowed hard, not sure what to say at first. the air between you felt full — not heavy, but sacred, like stepping inside a story no one had told out loud in a long time.

“i didn’t know,” you said quietly. “you wear it all like armor.”

he looked at you then, soft eyes full of something between exhaustion and understanding.

“that’s the thing,” he said. “it ain’t armor. it’s a reminder. i don’t wanna forget who i was… even if i don’t recognize him anymore.”

you reached out before you even realized it, fingertips brushing the ink at his shoulder. he didn’t flinch. he let you.

“you’re still here,” you said. “that’s worth something.”

smoke gave you a look then — not surprised, not guarded. just present. like no one had ever said that to him before, and he didn’t quite know how to hold it.

he cleared his throat, lips twitching faintly. “you ready to finish this tattoo, or you need a minute to keep starin’ at me?”

you snorted, blinking quickly and pulling your hand back.

“just trying to be respectful of your trauma, sir.”

“mhm. sounded like thirst to me.” he teased

you studied him with a quiet laugh as the sweet lyrics of tevin campbell’s ‘can we talk’ cushioned your ears whilst he focused on your skin — his brow furrowed, mouth set in a calm line. so careful, so still. nothing like his brother, all loudness and sharp commentary. where stack talked with his hands, smoke spoke in silence. in patience. in presence.

and damn, now that you were this close, really looking…

“you’re nothing like your brother,” you muttered, mostly to yourself.

smoke’s eyes flicked up, a little glint hiding behind his lashes.“that a good thing or a bad thing?”

you smirked. “good. stack’s the kind of loud people notice. you’re the kind of quiet they remember.”

he chuckled low in his throat. “careful. say one more poetic line and i might start thinkin’ you sweet on me.”

you opened your mouth to clap back— something equally slick, equally brave — but then the needle hit that spot on your thigh.

“oh—shit—” you gasped, jerking slightly, hand flying to grab the table’s edge like it could save you.

smoke’s hand pressed gently on your hip to steady you.

“breathe. deep. in through your nose, not through your scream.”

you groaned through clenched teeth, hating how good he smelled, hating how good his voice sounded, even when you were on the verge of seeing stars.

“i was having a poetic-ass moment,” you wheezed, “and then my nerve endings decided to jump me.”

he chuckled, eyes back on your thigh.

“that’s how it goes. beauty always costs somethin’.”

you clenched your jaw as the needle buzzed back to life, digging into the softest part of your thigh like it was trying to start a fire. your hands curled around the cushion beneath you, nails biting into the leather, but you didn’t move.

you refused to.

smoke had already seen enough — the flinching, the squirming, stack quitting on you like it was nothing. you weren’t about to fold now. not in front of him.

“you good?” he asked, not even looking up.

“mhm.” you nodded quickly, too quickly.

smoke didn’t say anything. just kept going, slow and steady. the room was quiet, but your body was screaming, and you were doing everything in your power to hide it. your eyes were glassy, your breathing shallow. your leg twitched once— just a little — but it was enough.

he stopped. turned off the machine.

you didn’t dare look up.

“why’d you stop?”

“because you lyin’,” he said calmly, setting the machine down like this was routine.

you blinked at him, heart stuttering.

“i said I’m good.”

smoke finally looked up, expression unreadable but firm.

“and your face said otherwise.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but he was already wiping your skin clean again — gentle, deliberate, careful.

“you don’t gotta prove anything to me.”

“i’m not,” you muttered, but it came out too soft. too guilty.

smoke raised a brow.

“so you makin’ that face just for fun?”

you went quiet. the weight of his stare was heavier than the pain had been. it wasn’t judgment. it wasn’t pity. it was just real.

“you don’t think i’ve seen people try to sit through more than they should? you think i’d let you walk outta here hurt worse just so you can feel tough?”

he leaned back slightly, peeling off his gloves with a slow tug.

“you wanna finish this piece? cool. i got you, but not if it means watchin’ you suffer and act like you not.”

you looked away, jaw tight. you hated that he could see through you like that. hated even more that he was right.

he didn’t press. just stood up, pulled out the wrap, and moved with the same quiet care he always had with 702’s ‘get it together’ whispering through the shop like a sign from the universe, telling you to sit your stubborn ass down.

“we’ll finish it when your body’s ready. not before.”

as he wrapped your thigh, you finally let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. disappointed, frustrated, but… grateful.

“you didn’t have to stop.”

“i know,” he said, taping the last edge down. “but i wanted to.”

“we’ll finish another day,” he reassured, securing the bandage in place one last time. “ink ain’t goin’ nowhere. and neither am i.”

you watched him reach for the clipboard to jot something down, still trying to swallow the strange ache that had nothing to do with the tattoo.

“stack left you mid-session like a punk. you’re not payin’ full,” he said without looking up, like it was a decision he’d already made before you ever sat down.

“you sure?” you asked.

he shrugged, “you sat longer than most first-timers would’ve.” you opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off with a glance.

“ain’t charity. it’s respect.”

that shut you up. you looked at him and felt something twist deep in your chest. not regret. not pain. just that awful ache of wanting more time with someone right when it runs out. you were just starting to understand him. just starting to peel back the quiet. and now the session was over.

“guess I’ll see you soon, then.”

it sounded casual, but the hope in your voice gave you away. smoke nodded, handing you the paperwork.

“i’ll keep your stencil ready.” you took it from him, your fingers brushing his — just barely. but it lingered like a promise neither of you said out loud.

[notjayh15]

MY Eyes Only

i saw @slutzforbueckers wanting this idea put into a fic, so all props to them for the idea, ask and thy shall receive

warnings: smut, cursing, strap-on use (r!recieving), praise kink, fingering (r!recieving), overstimulation, mild degradation if you squint, lmk if I missed anything

a/n: I lowkey have not written anything in like a year, so hopefully this isn’t too bad, enjoy!

Paige usually wasn’t the snooping type, I mean occasionally she would stalk your Instagram likes, or peek at your phone when you got a notification, but other than that she gave you your privacy.

That was, until, she watched a video on TikTok of someone going through their significant other’s My Eyes Only on Snapchat. Being the curious and easily persuaded person she was, Paige waited until you were in the shower to grab your phone and unlock it. Paige had your phone passcode, obviously because you had nothing to hide. However, finding the password to your My Eyes Only would be one of the most difficult things of her life. Paige started with the usual suspected passwords of yours, such as ILOVEPB5, PBJ5, etc. She found none of them were the correct ones to unlock whatever you had hidden in this Pandora’s box. Listening closely to make sure the shower was still running, she opened your notes app and found the password right there.

“Paige, what the fuck?!” you exclaim, snatching your phone out of her grip, as your other hand grips the towel to your chest.

“Yo, it wasn’t what it looked like, ma.” She lied, putting her hands up in defense,

"Oh yeah? It looked like you went through my phone!" you yelled,

"Chill down, it's a trend on TikTok, no need to get all worked up. And you looked sexy as hell baby." Paige got up off the couch and approached you, her hands immediately going to your hips. Your face was tinted a shade of red, whether it was from the situation at hand, or your recent shower was.

"Shut up, I'm mad at you."

"I can fix that."

And that's how you ended up here, bent over your shared bed, reciting Paige's name like a poem. She was pistoning in and out of you with her purple strap, stretching you out deliciously.

"Mm, Paige slow down, fuck-!" You moaned out, twisting the sheets in your grip.

"Nah ma, you wanna look good as hell in all them photos, and not send em' to me? You can take this dick then." She replied, thrusting deeper with a soft slap to your ass.

"Paige, please, it's too much!" You yell out again, trying to push yourself farther up the bed, out of her reach,

"Hell nah it ain't. You can take it, c'mon." Paige chuckles, picking up the pace as she presses soft kisses to your shoulder. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors knew Paige's name already, or if there would be a noise complaint filed. Paige reached around your bodies to softly rub your clit, ripping yet another needy moan from the depths of your throat.

"Paige! F-fuck I'm gonna come, baby!" You exclaim, grabbing at her wrist to stabilize yourself.

"Oh yeah? You gonna cum all over my dick like a slut, huh?" She chuckles coldly, her grip tight on your hips as she continues to pound into you,

"Mhm, please let me cum Paigey, please!"

"Ight' cum for me baby." she kisses your shoulder once again, as you come undone around her strap, your eyes rolling back and loud moans coming from your mouth.

Paige gently pulls out, and you lay there, panting and shaking from your previous orgasm.

"Hol' up ma, we ain't done yet." she says, kissing your cheek as she slides two fingers into your sopping cunt.

"Paige, I can't, I'm too sensitive!" a whine comes from your throat as you grab at her wrist.

"You can, and you will," she growls, curling her middle and ring finger inside of you, causing you to throw your head back. She continues like this for a while, fucking you deep with her fingers, hitting the spongy spot inside of you until you see stars.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again! Fuck, Paige!" you wail, your walls clenching tight around her fingers as she helps you through whatever number orgasm this was.

Your juices coat your inner thighs and her fingers as she licks them clean.

"Was that good?" Paige asked, crawling up beside you as she planted a soft kiss on your head.

"It was amazing." you pant out, curling up against her body.

"That'll teach you to not send me hot-ass photos of my girl." She smiles, as she pulls the covers over the both of you"

Or maybe I'll do it again if this is my punishment."

a/n: yall please Imk if this sucked ass so I know if I need to retire from writing. -jayh signing out

[invincibledc]

DOUBLE WHAMMY!

Platonic!Birdflash X Tamaranean!Reader

→genre: fluff!

Summary: trying to understand social media of earth is confusing. Especially confusing when two young boy heroes try to teach you.

“Robin?” You say, walking into his room with your wild fiery curly hair floats in the air. Robin looks up from his phone, despite him wearing shades. You can feel his stare and attention clearly on you. “Yeah, what you need fire?” He says with a warm smile.

“What does GYATT mean? Some person said this towards me?” You say, walking to him closer. Immediately Robin dropped his phone along with his jaw.

“Who?!” Robin says quickly, getting up and shaking your body. You did not get dizzy, though you easily took his hands off you. “I do not remember, but I do wish to require the information about this “gyatt”? Is a bad word?” You say, now frowning thinking it’s a bad word. “What! Of course it’s not a bad word Y/N…it’s just a certain slang around here some kids say..like little ones.” Robin says, trying to comfort the alien.

The Tamaranean teen smiles immediately, “oh! So I see. It’s a wording towards the little ones to get along is it?” Robin gave a face expression that was unexplainable.

“We gotta work on your English wording.”

Wally out of his hero suit who was munching on cookies was standing by his best friend who had a presentation with a pointer. Ready to teach the certain alien on social media language.

“Double…whammy?” You questioned slowly as you looked at the two boys in front of you. “Yes, it’s like when two things go wrong in one setting.” Robin says with a smile. You start to think about it before smiling.

“Oh! So like when you both ran into each other when trying the capture of the flag? You both failed as I succeed.” The two boys looked embarrassed at the memory before Robin got back to business.

“Okay, now fire, what does this say?”

You looked at the word, “alpha.” Smiling you pointed at it with confidence. “Alpha! Like the ones I see winning the battle to the death!” Wally and robin look at each other worriedly.

“Okay next up.” Wally says, pointing a word saying “bet.” You looked confused as you just tilted your head like a confused puppy. “This word ‘bet.’ Is used when someone is like saying ‘confirmed’ or whatever…y’know?”

“I do not know Wally.” You say with a frown. Now Robin facepalms, leaving a big sigh con out of his mouth. “Ight then.” Wally says with a frown. Yeah it was getting confusing by the minute, but you soon were learning a little slow but quickly.

“Okay. Fire, show me what you got” Wally says as Robin just watches the two converse. “Bet.” “Good start.” Robin says smiling. “Why thank you!” You said happily. “I shall now speak the ways of your kind!” You zoom off flying with a fire trail of your hair leaving.

Wally and Robin just stand there, smiling before Robin spoke the truth. “They’ll forget tomorrow morning.” “Yep.”

[bitbot360]

Hey uh im gonna just show off my designs for my au in a really uncool way untill I get my shit together. Cool? Cool.

Also the Au is called TADC: The Black Onion so thats cool. Anyways lets go in order of whatever, first off we got-

Pomni The Rogue

I am pretty happy with her design, but I have to draw it where you can see everything- Anyways next up iss

Gangle The Monk

Really dig the colors I did here, was not expecting it to work but we ball. Anywho next we got

Ragatha and Ragz The Cleric

Something something we all love our plush mom or something idk. Next up iss-

Zooble The Warlock

It's fuckin Zooble but they are buddy buddy with an eldritch being so thats lit. Can I still say lit? Am I too old already? Fuck, whatever anyways here

Kinger The Sorcerer

I actually was really proud of this design for reasons I don't think are obvious but we ba-oh shit when did that chicken get there? Anyways lastly here is

Jax The Artificer

His design and concept has been in my mind for years. Also he is buff, I didn't have a reason to show it but just know he is muscly.

Anyways thats it, thats all I got for now. I'm gonna go and start redrawing all of them to make character cards or something, god help me because I have the foresight of a cockroach.

Also here take a render of Pomni before I realized I gotta redraw shit anyways.

Ight I have to go to work oh fuck I gotta run byeee oh god oh shit oh fuc-

[brenwritesss]

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭

⋆˚࿔Paige Bueckers x reader ❀˖°

Summary: You're a singer and join KK and Paige's live for their talent show.

“Ain’t no way,” KK’s eyes widened on the screen as she started scrolling through the amount of people that wanted to be a guest on her live. “Say psych right now.”

Paige, who had been sitting next to her, partly in frame and partly not, leaned forward. “What?”

KK whipped her head towards her, “Y/n L/n's in here Paige.”

“You lyin,” Paige whispered, hand over her mouth as she put her face close to the camera trying to see your account in the live. Paige had the biggest celebrity crush on you for the longest time and everyone found out when she made a joke about treating you right when you broke up with your ex girlfriend a couple months ago. Since then, Paige’s comments were always filled with fans tagging you and yet still, you had never liked one of her videos or followed her.

“Hey girl, I see you in here. I’m tryna guest you right now,” KK said, her body starting to shake slightly as she pressed on your profile and accepted your guest request. Paige’s face went red as she realized it was actually your account. The account she stalked so many times.

Within seconds, your profile picture popped up in the live. “Hey y’all. Wait, hold on, I'm tryna turn on the camera.” A second later, your face flashed on the screen and KK started freaking out, grabbing Paige’s arm.

“Y’ALL Y/N L/N IN MY LIVE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD,” KK yelled, earning a laugh from you. 

“Hi KK.” You waved at her.

KK jumped up and down. “SHE KNOWS MY NAME.”

You laughed again and saw Paige leaning back on the couch, a hand over her mouth and just staring at you. “Paige I see you.”

Paige leaned forward. “Hey.” Her voice cracked and her face grew more red. You raised your eyebrows at her and the chat started going crazy.

User1: paige finally meeting her crush

User2: paige this yo chance

User3: use them rizz hands paige

“So boom,” KK said, sitting back down. “You got a talent?”

You raised your eyebrows again, shifting the camera as you lied down on your bed. “Other than making Paige flustered? Yeah I got some talents.”

KK let out the loudest laugh and Paige hid herself from the camera.

User1: Y/n knows about Paige’s crush on her y’all

“No Paige come back, my bad, I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that.” You apologized and waited to see her face on screen again. You couldn’t lie, she was gorgeous. And you were fangirling a little.

“I ain’t embarrassed,” she replied. She was freaking out internally right now.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling at her. “Heard you said you could treat me right.”

“OH,” Paige shouted, blushing like crazy.

“Damn Paige you’re cooked.” KK sat, looking in between the two of you to watch this interaction.

User5: shoot your shot rn

“Yeah I said that,” Paige winked at you, finally gaining some confidence after freaking out.

“I always had a thing for blonde hoopers so I’m down,” you said winking back. Paige started smiling and laughing. KK hyping her up.

“Blonde hoopers because of me right?”

“Oh yeah for sure,” you joked. 

“Ight, I’ma dm you later and we gonna make this happen.”

“Okok,” you nodded and she began to do her infamous rizz hands.

“Yo, write a song about me.”

This caught you off guard causing you to widen your eyes. “Give me something to write about then.”

User1: NOT THEM MAD FLIRTING W EACH OTHER RN

User2: They gonna date, just watch

KK sighed. “Paige stop hogging her bro. This is a talent show, not a flirting match.”

Paige put up her hands in defense. “Ok fine, Y/n I’ll text you later, don’t you worry.”

“Sounds good.”

“WHAT’S YOUR TALENT?” KK screamed into the mic.

You proceeded to sing to KK as your talent on the live, her using Paige’s phone to film you and dance to your singing. After you were done, the three of you talked some more and then you said bye to the live, hopping off. 

About five minutes later, you get an instagram notification:

paigebueckers sent you a message.

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Lillah smirked to herself as she ignored another one of Josh’s phone calls. She didn’t bother declining. Let it ring. Let him squirm.

She leaned back against the velvet cushions, scrolling casually through the comments pouring in beneath the photos she’d just posted. The pictures had originally been for his eyes only. But that was before he soft-launched betrayal on his story—Puerto Rico, of all places. Not a selfie, not even his face, just a sleek table for two: twin cocktails beading with condensation,

He hadn’t even bothered to crop the second glass out.

She let out a loud sigh as her phone started ringing again; this time it was a FaceTime call.  Forcing a smile on her face, she answered the call and was immediately met with Josh glaring at her.

“You don’t know how to answer a phone?” He gritted out, and Lillah rolled her eyes. 

“How’s Puerto Rico?” 

Josh sucked his teeth. “Man, thats whatchu’ pissed about? You knew I was coming down here to train with homeboy.” 

“Mmhm.” Lillah rolled her eyes. “Homebody like fruity drinks too?”

Josh’s jaw tightened, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

“You know what,” he started, shaking his head, “you always jumpin’ to conclusions. Out here posting thirst traps instead of just askin’ who I was with.” 

“Oh, I know who you were with.” She scoffed. “Some bitch who can only handle fruity drink.” 

Josh huffed. “You deadass think i’d cheat on you, Lilly? After all the hoops I had to go through just to be ya’ man?” 

Lillah shrugged, her oversized sweater falling off her shoulder. “Maybe you liked the chase more.” 

“Damn.” Josh muttered, scoffing as he looked out into the ocean. “Thats whatchu’ think of me huh?” When Lillah didn’t say anything Josh huffed. “Ight Lilly.” He shook his head. “You got it.”  He scrubbed a habd down his face. “Believe what you want. I ain’t explaining myself to someone who already decided I’m guilty.”

She opened her mouth, ready to fire back, but he ended the call. “Dickhead.” She muttered and threw her phone down on the couch next to her.

It had been three days since Josh and Lillah’s last conversation. He had tried to call back multiple times but was met with her voicemail; she blocked him. 

Tonight was Saturday  Night Main Event, meaning they had to see each other tonight. She sat backstage, eyes laser-focused on the swinging machine as she finished the final touches on his gear for the night.  

Her body sensed him before her eyes could see him. She didn’t look up, but her spine straightened slightly, and her heart started to beat a little faster. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned the sewing machine off. He didn’t speak right away. He never did when he was trying to read her mood. 

Lillah stood slowly, gathering the gear with careful hands. She zipped it into the black garment bag, “Here,” She said. still not looking at him. 

“You’n got nothing to say to me?” Josh asked, and Lillah shrugged one shoulder. 

“I said everything I had to say the other day.” 

“So, this how you doing it?” Josh scoffed. “I told you what it was, and you still don’t believe me.”  Lillah didn’t say anything; she rolled her eyes and walked over to the rack and pulled another superstar's gear off that needed improvement. “Man, you act like I been out here wildin’. I was with Homeboy and his team. We trained. We ate. That’s it.”

She didn’t even look at him. “So y’all train in candlelight now?”

Josh sucked his teeth. “C’mon, Lily, You bein’ real childish right now.” 

“Then maybe you should date someone your own age, then, huh?” She shot back with an eye roll. “Look, just go on about your day, Joshua. Whatever we had it done with. I told you from day one I don’t do liars or cheaters, and you turned out to be both.” 

Josh shook his head and laughed. “You know what, stay right here, don’t move.” He said as he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. 

Lillah rolled her eyes. “Not the boss of me.” She said as she walked back over to her desk and threw the gear down. Josh was back, not even two minutes later, followed by Logan Paul and his camera crew. 

“Help me explain that I ain’t have no other bitch in Puerto Rico.” 

Logan laughed and looked over to Lillah. “Girl, all her could talk about was you and how he wished he could have brought you.” 

Lillah blinked, lips parting just slightly in confusion. She stared at Josh, trying to see if Logan was lying. All she could see in his eyes was truthfulness.  “Swear on everything,” Logan said, glancing between them. “That second drink in the picture? It was my wife’s. Nina was sittin’ right across from J-money here.” 

Lillah’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “Who the fuck -” 

Josh cut her off. “Don’t,” he laughed. 

“Trust me,” Logan said, bringing Lillah’s attention back to him. “If we weren’t training, he was talking about you.” 

Lillah’s eyes flickered between them. Her jaw stayed tight, but the fire behind it had dimmed. “You still should’ve said something,” she said to Josh, quieter this time. “Letting me find out through social like that... it made me feel stupid.”

Josh gave Logan a nod. Logan and his crew left without another word. Josh waited until the door closed behind them. 

“I was tryna’ explain everything but you pissed me off by postin’ those pictures.” 

Lillah scoffed. “So you just let me think you had another bitch with you?” 

“I didn’t let you think anything,” he said, his voice a little lower now, more careful. “I just… I ain’t think I had to spell it out for you, Lillah. I figured you’d know me better than that.”

Lillah’s eyes narrowed. “So now it’s my fault?”

“Nah, I didn’t say that,” he shot back, but there was no heat in it.  “I’m saying I should’ve been clearer. I should’ve texted, called, something. But I didn’t, and that’s on me.”

She crossed her arms and scoffed. “Yeah, it is.”

Josh nodded, letting the silence stretch a beat. “But I ain’t out here playin’ you, Lillah. Never have. Never will”

She didn’t respond right away, just studied him like she was trying to stitch together the truth from his words the way she did with thread and fabric. “I’m sorry.” She muttered, her shoulders sagging as all the anger left her body. 

Josh, being the ass that he is, cupped his hand around his ear. “I’m sorry. I ain’t hear you.” He tried to suppress his smile. 

Lillah’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing instantly. “Don’t push it.”

Josh chuckled and took a step closer to her. Gently taking her hands into his own. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve handled it differently. I know that.”

“I don’t want you to find someone your age.” She whispered, and Josh laughed. 

 “Good. 'Cause I already got everything I want right here.”  He leaned in just enough to feel her breath hitch. “Now,” he added, voice dropping to that low, smug rumble she loved and hated, “go ahead and give daddy a kiss.”

Lillah rolled her eyes. “You get on my damn nerves.” She said with a grin on her face, and she stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Josh’s hands tightened gently on her waist as he pulled her closer. When their lips met, it was slow and deliberate. His lips moved against hers with a confident ease, like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than he let on.

Lillah’s hands tightened around his neck, fingers threading through the short curls at the nape. Josh deepened the kiss, his thumb brushing over her cheek, grounding them both in the now.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths still mingling.

“I’m not letting you go,” Josh whispered, voice rough but certain. 

“Good.” She muttered, pulling him down to her and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.  When they finally parted, their breaths mingled, and Lillah rested her forehead against his.

“You’re mine,” Josh said, voice low and steady, like a promise.

Lillah smiled, wiping some of her gloss off his lips. “Always.”

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[gweelczz]

“Into this”

Sammie x OC (Ola) x Pearlie

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: none but jealousy

Summary: Ola wants something she think she can’t have. She gets prove wrong quickly

You sat at the bar of the Smokestack juke joint watching everyone dance and laugh while you nursed a glass of whiskey. Pearline, who you had come with had disappeared with Sammie or Preacher Boy as everyone called him leaving you alone. Your eye catches them across the room dancing closely, jealousy surges through you causing your gaze to advert.

You didn’t notice them eyeing you

You gaze forward at Annie and Grace who are already staring at you with knowing looks. “Ya lookin like sum’body done kicked ya inna chest sweet pea” Annie speaks lowly while sipping her drink, Grace nudging her with a smile. “I’m ight Annie, just don’t feel like dancin” Annie immediately calls bullshit not buying it for a second. “Chile you ain’t foolin nobody. We know you want Sammie and Pealine done snatched him up”

Annie was halfway right, you wanted Sammie but you also wanted Pearline.

And now you were watching them wrapped around each other like they’d been born dancing. Sammie’s hands settled low on Pearline’s hips, her arms slung lazy around his neck, her head tilted back in a soft kind of smile that made your stomach knot up like bad rope.

The crowd around them blurred. The music slowed to something heavy and grinding, the kind that curled around your spine and made everything feel hot and too close.

They moved like they belonged together. Like there wasn’t anybody else in that juke joint but the two of them.

You tore your gaze away, quick and sharp like you’d touched a flame. Swallowed the last of your whiskey and set the glass down harder than you meant to.

Grace raised a brow, leaned in close.

“You in love, baby,” she said, soft and teasing. “Just don’t know which side of the fire you wanna stand on.”

You shot her a look, but your face betrayed you. Heat rising to your cheeks, guilt blooming behind your ribs.

“I just…” you started, but didn’t finish.

Because truth was, you knew.

You remembered the way Sammie looked at you when no one else was watching — eyes deep and heavy like he could see right through you. But Pearline… Lord, Pearline lit you up in a different way. The way she laughed with her whole body, like her joy came from something old and wild. The way her hand always found yours when the road got too dark.

And now she was up there with him, smiling, swaying, giving him a piece of herself that you weren’t sure she’d ever offered to you. Or maybe she had, and you’d been too scared to take it.

Annie leaned in, low and sharp like she was slicing truth right into you.

“You gon’ sit here n’ drown in jealousy, or you gon’ stand up and go after what you want?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because they were still dancing — and it wasn’t just a dance anymore. It was a pull. A promise. And you were on the outside of it, heart pressed to the glass.

Then Pearline turned — just for a second — and caught your eye.

And damn if her smile didn’t change.

Softer. Sadder. Like maybe she knew exactly what you were feeling.

Like maybe she was feeling it too.

Sammie leaned in to say something in her ear, and she nodded, but her gaze lingered on you — held you there, pinned like a butterfly under glass.

You sat frozen, stomach tight, every nerve lit up. The music thumped like a second heartbeat, and the whiskey burned at the back of your throat.

Something was shifting. You felt it in your chest, in your bones.

You couldn’t tell if it was heartbreak or something worse — the kind of love that didn’t know where to land because it wanted more than it had the right to ask for.

You weren’t sure what came next.

But you knew one thing for certain.

You couldn’t sit still much longer.

The music slid into something slower, darker — a low, rolling rhythm soaked in sweat and smoke. You were still sitting there, heart thudding against your ribs, when Pearline started moving toward you.

At first, you thought it was a trick of the light. The way the haze from cigars curled through the room, the way her hips moved through the crowd like the music was stitched into her bones. But then Sammie followed behind her, his gaze locked on you like he already knew what was about to happen.

Your breath caught.

Pearline reached you first, took your hand like she’d done it a thousand times. “C’mon, Ola,” she said, voice low, near your ear. “Ain’t no point sittin’ here lookin’ like that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but it was already too late.

Sammie was there too, tall and quiet, his hand sliding to the small of your back. You were being pulled up from the bar stool, pulled into them — into this.

You barely noticed your feet hit the floor before you were in the center of the room. Bodies swayed around you, but none of them mattered. Not when you were caught between them.

Pearline pressed her body to your front, the curves of her hips rocking slow with the rhythm, hands resting at your waist like they were home. She looked into your eyes with something unspoken — hunger, maybe. Or knowing.

And behind you, Sammie’s chest brushed your back, his palm warm and wide on your hip. You felt his breath at your ear, slow and controlled, like he was holding something in.

You didn’t know where to look. Every inch of you was burning. Pearline’s lips were close. Sammie’s hand guided your hips into the sway of the song.

They weren’t dancing with the room. They weren’t even dancing with each other anymore.

They were dancing with you.

For you.

Around you.

Pearline leaned in closer, her nose brushing yours as she whispered, “You think we don’t see you, baby? Been seein’ you.”

Your knees damn near buckled.

Sammie’s voice came low, voice like smoke and thunder. “You don’t know what you do to us.”

You felt trapped — but not in fear. Trapped in heat. In longing. In something that had lived just under the surface for too long, now finally crawling out into the light.

The three of you moved like a secret, like a prayer said in the dark. Pearline’s hand slid up your side, into your hair. Sammie’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you flush against him as Pearline tilted her forehead against yours.

You were breathless. Dizzy. Seen.

And when the music swelled, nobody else in the Smokestack mattered. Not Annie. Not Grace. Not the room full of people pretending not to watch.

Just you.

Just them.

And the fire you were all finally stepping into.

If y’all want a pt.2 with smut lemme know!

[demie90s]

No Phone, No Peace

Kahleah Copper x Fem!Rookie!Reader

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Summary: A long plane ride turns into a lesson in what happens when a rookie gets bored—with no phone, no charger, and way too much focus on her favorite vet.

Genre:Smut, dominant rookie / teasing seduction, age-gap tension, slow-burn boldness, “I just wanted attention” energy, hotel-room aftermath

Warnings: SMUT. Public play (plane), explicit fingering, fingering through clothing, oral (reader giving), light power shift, teasing domination, cocky rookie behavior,

Word Count ~ 3.6k

Let me tell you something. Not everybody gets to fuck their vet.

And definitely not their mean-ass vet. Kahleah Copper? She don’t play. She’s tall. She’s sharp. She’s that type of strict that make grown folks sit up straight and pull their shorts down. Real don’t look at me unless you got rebounds and effort energy.

I’m the rookie she can’t stand.

I don’t talk much. Not because I’m shy—nah. I just be in my own head. Real quiet menace energy. I think everything’s a joke. I laugh when coach gets loud. I smirk when they run suicides. I’m the type to miss a drill ‘cause I was busy spinning a ball on my finger. I know what they say about me: she don’t listen, but she play like she been here. And that’s true. On the court? I show up. I handle shit.

Off the court? I don’t hear a damn thing. Coach talkin’? I’m in my phone. Scrolling. Laughing at TikToks with my hood up like I’m watching something important.

And when Kahleah repeats it? When she turns that neck slow, that brow lifted, and that tone low like it’s a threat? I just look up and go—

“’Ight.” She hates that.

The airport was cold as hell. I had my hoodie up, headphones in, hood pulled down low like I was trying to hide from the press. I ain’t say nothin. Ain’t need to. My phone had charge, my game was on, and I was deep into this wild survival app my brother made me download.

Zoned out. Tuned in. Didn’t even notice when we boarded. Didn’t talk the whole way through security. I wasn’t mad or anything—I just left my charger on the last flight and didn’t feel like being social.

Kahleah noticed. She always does.

We sat next to each other on the plane, per usual. She had her hair wrapped up, bonnet on like a queen resting in silence, hoodie zipped to the chin, lip gloss on like she just might argue if provoked.

She looked peaceful. She also looked edible.

I didn’t say a word. Not for hours. I just sat back, legs spread, hoodie over my head, phone propped against the seat tray, locked into my game like I was gonna win a tournament.

Kahleah glanced at me once. Didn’t say shit. She probably thought it was nice having me quiet for once. Bet she got real comfortable in that silence. Thought I finally grew up.

But the thing about peace? It never lasts long with me.

My phone died somewhere over Nebraska. I watched the screen dim, tap it like maybe it’d come back to life. Tried the charger—remembered I ain’t have one. Sat there for a full sixty seconds just staring into the void.

Then I turned. And looked at her.

She was still resting. Calm. Breathing like she was in a spa commercial. Her lips so shiny it pissed me off. Skin warm, smooth, that deep bronze you just know is soft. She had one earbud in, the other dangling.

I bit my bottom lip.

“Bae,” I whispered. Just enough to tease. She sighed. Didn’t even open her eyes.

“What.”

“I’m bored.”

“Read a book.”

I leaned in closer. “I want you.”

She turned her head then. Eyes open. Face annoyed. She scanned my face, slow and irritated. “Don’t start.”

“I’m already here,” I grinned.

She turned back forward. “Go to sleep.”

I didn’t.

Instead, I let my hand drop between us. Slowly. Quietly. Just rested it there. Palm facing her thigh. She didn’t flinch. She knew. But I wasn’t there to make her flinch. I was there to remind her. I slid my hand over her leg. Slow. Familiar. Innocent at first.

She tensed. Just slightly. A twitch in her jaw.

“You do this every time you bored.”

“Not every time.”

“Mm.”

I kept going. My hand slid higher. And higher. Still no look. No words. She knew better than to make a scene. But then I touched her. Really touched her.

Not the casual rookie stuff—none of that playful back pats or flirty bumps in the locker room. I mean touched her. My hand snuck up between her thighs. Pressed against her. Firm. Purposeful.

She stiffened. Eyes forward. Still trying to pretend I wasn’t her problem. I leaned in close, lips at her cheek. “You’re so pretty,” I whispered.

She turned fast.

“You lost your fuckin mind,” she hissed.

I was already two fingers deep. Slow. Controlled. Watching her face twist.

“Probably,” I said. “But you tight as hell for someone pretending they ain’t like this.”

Her hand gripped my wrist, tight. But not to pull me away. I kissed her. Every time her head turned toward me, I kissed her. Not sweet. Not romantic. Sinful. Like I knew I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Like she should’ve put me in check the first time I said yes, ma’am. Her grip on my wrist never left, even as my fingers moved deeper. Slower. Curling. Pressing right where I knew she’d feel it.

She bit her bottom lip. I grinned at her like I wasn’t breaking all the rules. Lights still off. Plane still quiet. Everyone else sleeping. Me? Knee to knee with my vet, knuckles in her heat, tongue teasing her jaw when she shivered.

She tried turning away. I kissed her neck. She leaned her head back. I kissed her collarbone. She grabbed my wrist again. I pushed in deeper. Her body twitched once—legs closing, then shuddering.

And I watched. Just… watched. My lips at her cheek. Grinning. Slow. Full. She clenched around me so hard my wrist ached. But I didn’t stop. I never stop when I’m told.

When she came, she was quiet. Furious. Shaking. And I kissed her temple.

“I missed you,” I whispered. She didn’t speak.

Just let her head drop to the side. I pulled my fingers out—slow—and sucked them clean, eyes on hers.

“Oops,” I whispered. “Tablet’s charged.” She blinked.

“You’re—”

“Hungry,” I cut in, sliding back like nothing happened. “What snacks we got?”

She stared at me like I’d set her whole worldview on fire. And I just stretched. Smiling. Game over. Rookie wins again.

She didn’t say a word when we landed. Not to me. Not to anyone.

Her face was calm, that same passive anger she carries when she’s trying to not go off. When she’s debating if it’s even worth it. Her jaw stayed tight the whole walk from baggage claim to the team bus. Eyes forward. Lips set in that pretty little pout that wasn’t trying to be cute—it just was.

And I was grinning. Like I just came off a rollercoaster I built myself.

You know how most people panic when someone mad at them? Not me. Not when it’s her. Kahleah could drag me across concrete with her voice and I’d still be biting my bottom lip while admiring the gloss on hers.

That woman could say, “You’re the dumbest rookie I’ve ever dealt with,” and I’d be sitting there blinking slow like, You ever had someone love you the wrong way just to prove they could?

The bus was quiet. Late night, dark windows, tired bodies slumped into cushioned seats. Me and her ended up on opposite sides. Across from each other. Like that was gonna help.

My electronics were all dead. Phone? Gone. Tablet? Lying bastard. Charger? Nonexistent. I told everybody I left it in my duffel, but let’s be honest—I didn’t even check.

Why would I? No distractions means I’m free to cause some.

She sat there like a statue. Hoodie up, sweats loose, head turned toward the window like she ain’t just let me touch her midair thirty thousand feet above sea level. Like my fingers didn’t break her concentration and her breath both.

I watched her for a full minute. Then I got up. No announcement. No question.

I just crossed the aisle and dropped into the empty seat next to her like I had the right. Like I always did. She didn’t move. Didn’t even turn to look at me. That’s fine.

I don’t need an opening. I make space. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Soft. Quick. Just a “hello again” from someone who never left.

She didn’t react. So I kissed her again. Lower. Closer to her jaw this time. A little slower.

Still nothing. I smiled. Oh, she wanna play.

My hand found her thigh. Real natural. Nothing forced. I rubbed it once—up, then down—and leaned in like we was just sharing a secret.

“You ignoring me again?” Her silence was loud.

“Cute.” I kissed her again. On the corner of her jaw. Then her neck. No one else on the bus was paying attention. Too tired. Too wrapped up in whatever half-sleep travel coma they were in. And me? I was fully awake.

Hands roaming slow under the blanket I dragged over both of us. Lips dragging along the slope of her neck, tasting her skin like I was promised a meal and she was the whole damn spread.

Her breath hitched when I bit her. Just a little. Just enough. Still, she didn’t say a word.

I dragged my tongue down the side of her throat, kissed her collarbone over her hoodie, and slid my hand higher—rubbing the soft space between her thighs through her sweats.

She shifted. Slightly.Not away. Just… closer.

By the time we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was full-on disrespecting every boundary ever put in place. My hand was slow, teasing, firm. I wasn’t rushing. I wasn’t hungry for release. I was hungry for control.

I kissed her jaw again. Soft this time. “You gonna talk to me or just let me keep going?”

She finally turned. Her eyes met mine. Sharp. Low. Furious.

“You don’t know when to stop,” she whispered.

I grinned like the threat was a compliment. “Never said I wanted to.”

My hand pressed deeper. Slower. Circular. Her eyes fluttered shut. I kissed her lips.

Deep. Tongue and all. I didn’t wait. I didn’t ask. I took. Like she belonged to me, and I was just reminding her. Like I needed to know what that gloss felt like on my mouth again. Like I wanted to ruin her for ever letting me go quiet.

She didn’t kiss back at first. But when she did? She kissed. She kissed like someone breaking their own rule. By the time the bus stopped, my fingers were still moving and she was holding my wrist like she wanted to slap me and grind against me at the same time.

I whispered, “We here.” She let go. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t speak. Just stood. Collected her bag. Walked off that bus like nothing happened.

I adjusted my hoodie. Bit my lip. And followed her inside with my hands in my pockets and a full smirk on my face.

Because I love when older women ignore me. I love when they try to act above it. She should’ve known better than to try.

Coach really could’ve picked anyone. Anyone else to room with her. But nope. Me. Always me. Somehow, even when I don’t try, I end up right next to Kahleah Copper. God’s cruel joke, or his favorite sitcom. I can’t tell anymore.

She didn’t say much when we got the assignments. Just rolled her eyes, snatched the room key, and walked ahead like I wasn’t behind her licking my lips, already plotting what drawer I was about to claim.

Room’s nice. Cold. Two queen beds and a mini fridge. She tosses her bag on the one closest to the window, ties her scarf with precision, and wordlessly disappears into the bathroom to start her routine.

Me? I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, face blank, thumbs flying across the screen of my now-charged phone. Quiet. Zoned in. The game that ruined me on the flight now has my full attention again.

I don’t even speak when she turns the lights off. Don’t crack a joke. Don’t reach for her under the covers like I did two hours ago on the bus.

I’m locked in. Silent. Which, ironically, pisses her off just as much as when I’m mouthy. She peeks over once before bed, eyes narrowing at the quiet glow of my screen.

“You really don’t know when to stop.”

I hum in acknowledgment, not looking up.

“You gonna be up all night?”

I glance at her. Smiling cause I ain’t hear shit.

“’Ight.”

She groans. “I should’ve stayed on the damn bus.”

She goes to bed first. Huffs once. Folds her body into the blankets like she’s trying to disappear. Real “don’t talk to me till morning” energy.

I crawl into my bed eventually—maybe an hour later. Phone still in hand. Game still playing. Brightness down. I tell myself I’ll stop in five minutes. Just gotta beat this level.

Then twenty more pass. Then thirty. Eventually… I pass out.

I wake up early. Like, dumb early. No alarms. No light. Room still cold. That weird, peaceful in-between where time don’t move right.

I check my phone. Dead. Of course. Charger half out the wall. Must’ve rolled over it. Typical.

One hour of sleep. Maybe less. And I feel like my soul’s crawling across the hotel carpet. But I’m up. I shower. Brush my teeth. Do my little routine like I got a purpose in life, even though I don’t.

And then… I get bored.

Kahleah’s still sleep. Dead to the world. Back turned. One leg tucked under her, one stretched out just enough to make a man question God. And I remember.

I remember that time she snapped at me in the gym, dead tired, sweat glistening on her neck while I poked at her for the fifteenth time that day. She turned to me, all snatched patience and heat, and said:

“If it’ll make you shut up, do it.”

I haven’t forgotten. So I do.

The sheets were warm. Heavy.

I pushed them back slow, quiet, like I was trying to keep the dream she was having alive just long enough to ruin it. The space between her legs was dark, soft, waiting. She smelled like sleep and skin, like heat and something mine.

I kissed her thigh first.

Not soft—intentional. Lips open, tongue dragging just slightly. I needed her to feel it. To know it wasn’t playful. That I didn’t come under here to be cute. I came here to feed.

And then I kissed her again. Closer.

My palms pressed under her legs, pulling her open by the backs of her thighs. She shifted a little, half-asleep. I kissed right above her knee, then the tender inside of her thigh. I breathed her in—slow, greedy, helpless.

She was soaked. I groaned.

The first taste hit me like a shot. Like something rich, heavy, warm on my tongue. I didn’t lick once and move on. I stayed. Let her settle on my mouth. Let my tongue press flat and deep, slow circles that melted into long, slow strokes that never broke rhythm.

She twitched. Didn’t wake—but her legs tensed. A sigh left her chest. I moaned. Low and guttural. Right into her.

Her taste clung to my lips, sweet and warm and hers. I kissed her again. And again. Let my mouth slide up to her clit, then back down, then up again. I switched between sucking and licking like I needed her to drown me.

And God, I did. I let out another moan, this one higher—strained.

My hips shifted against the bed without meaning to. I was breathing heavy, panting into her, letting my tongue push into her like I needed her soul. My mouth was open, lips parted, tongue dragging with devotion.

Then I pulled back just enough to speak—barely a whisper, hot against her skin:

“Fuck… I need more…”

I wasn’t even talking to her. I was talking to myself. To the need. I dove back in, tongue faster now. I sucked her clit hard—once—then swirled again, kissing around it like I was coaxing her up a cliff. Her body bucked again.

She gasped. Eyes fluttering open. And she saw me. Saw my mouth, open and glistening. My cheeks wet. My lashes low. Moaning between her thighs like I was being touched instead of doing the touching.

She tried to move. Maybe out of instinct. Maybe to stop me. I wrapped my arms under her thighs and held her still. Licked harder. She groaned. Loud.

Her head tilted back against the pillow. Her hips lifted off the bed. My moans turned into quiet cries. I pressed my mouth tighter against her, tongue flat and deep, and let my lips pull another gasp out of her.

I whimpered this time—literally whimpered—and kissed up the length of her again, letting her ride every part of my mouth like it was made for her.

Her hand landed in my curls. Fingers tight. I didn’t stop.

I kissed her thighs again, then mouthed her like I was memorizing her shape. My eyes closed. My nose brushed her. I was in her.

And I moaned again, shaky and raw:

“Baby, I want all of it…”

And right as her hips lifted—right as her breath caught—right as her fingers clenched— She came. Hard. With a curse half-spoken. With a gasp that dragged her lungs inside out.

And I kept licking, slow and gentle now, not because I wanted more—but because I couldn’t stop.

She tasted too good. I didn’t want to come up. Didn’t care if she was watching. Didn’t care if I had she had an attitude. I just needed her. In my mouth.

Where she belonged.

Her thighs clamped tight around my face when she came. Hands in my hair, breath ragged, voice raw—it was one of those finishes that ripped through her like a storm. All legs, hips, and shaking curses.

I stayed there for a second longer. Just a second. Licked her one last time with a soft hum, still moaning under my breath because she tasted like everything I never deserved.

That’s when she pushed me. Hard.

Both hands in my forehead, legs kicking, body twitching like even one more lick would send her straight to Hell. “Stop,” she gasped, chest heaving, lashes wet, thighs quivering.

I fell back, still on my knees at the edge of her bed, blinking slow. Grinning. Face a mess. Lips swollen. Eyes unfocused like I just passed out mid-prayer.

She was pissed. I could see it in the way she sat up, pulled the blanket back over herself like she was shielding the whole damn world. Her body was still catching up to what I’d just done.

I was thriving. Not even trying to hide it. Smiling soft like I just got away with something unforgivable. Still tasting her in the back of my throat. Still drunk off her warmth.

She rolled out of bed, chest still rising too fast, and stomped toward the bathroom without a single word. Slammed the door. Lock clicked.

I exhaled slowly, then turned to the little sink by the mini fridge, wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie like some deranged, love-struck criminal. I rinsed my face, splashed cold water on my cheeks. Took a deep breath and sat back on the bed like a happy dog that got into something it wasn’t supposed to but don’t regret a damn thing.

Door opened. She walked out.

Towel in hand. Clean now. Lotioned up. Still glowing but in a pissed-off, “don’t say a word to me” kind of way. And she looked so fine.

Hair tied back. Edges soft. Lips shiny from toothpaste. Eyes sharp. Walk mean. She was staring at me like she wanted to fight.

And I was sitting there, head tilted, eyes low, absolutely fucking blissed out. She started talking.

“You think that shit was okay?” I blinked.

“You think waking me up—again—like that is funny?” I nodded slowly, licking my lips.

“Don’t nod at me like that. I’m being serious. What is wrong with you?”

She was pacing now. Heated. Ranting. But all I saw was skin and gloss and the faint tremble in her knees that I knew I put there. I couldn’t hear her words anymore. Not really.

Because in my head, all I kept thinking was—

‘You so fine… I don’t know what you saying but yes, ma’am.’ She pointed at me.

“You think everything’s a joke. I don’t know how the hell you got on this team actin like this, but you not gon keep disrespectin me like—”

I stood. Walked straight up to her, eyes low, still dazed from the high of her thighs. Kissed her.

Right on those minty lips. No warning. No explanation. Just full lips on hers, sighing into her mouth like I couldn’t breathe until I had her again. My hands on her waist, body close. She tensed—but didn’t move.

Didn’t push me off. Didn’t say no. Just stood there with my kiss on her mouth and my taste still on hers.

When I pulled back, grinning all soft, I whispered, “Can you yell at me more?”

Then dropped backwards onto my bed, arms stretched behind my head like I ain’t just ruin her morning and her nerves.

She stared at me for a long second. Then muttered under her breath: “What is wrong with you.”

I just closed my eyes. Smiling. Still pussy drunk. Still in love. Still ready to do it again.

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"He got a whole fan club."🕸️🕷️

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Pairing: e!42 morales x black!reader

Warnings: light swearing

Summary: You attended Miles's basketball game and caught sight of some girls cheering for him to an extensive amount.

a/n: had to repost this due to some problems with the text

 you coming to my game?

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Im already here

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I thought you had a lash appointment?

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I can always get them done another time

 ㅤplus I wanna see you play baby

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you get to watch me dunk on these broke ass niggas then💯💪🏿

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ok pal!

Miles💕 disliked your message

“Number 16 is so good, like he really going all out f’me” Armani said, biting the tip of her index finger.

You scrunched your face, “Bitch you’re so delusional, he don't even know you.”

“Then explain why he always lookin’ back at me when he makes a shot?”

“You know the scoreboard is above us right? he just looking at the points girl.”

She kissed her teeth, “Just cause you got a nigga, don't mean you can ruin my fantasy bruh.”

Miles then made a three-pointer which caused everybody in the stands, including you, to get on their feet and cheer loudly. The score was now 65-50 with Brooklyn Visions Academy leading the game at fifteen points.

“Ask Miles to put me on 16, help a sista out.”

“Why don't you just get his insta after the game?”

Armani widened her eyes at your response, “Are you crazy? I aint that bold to be going up to him like that.”

In the last couple of seconds of the third quarter, one of his teammate's shots bounced off the rim which resulted in Miles acting quickly and getting the rebound instead. Another loud and favorable reaction from the crowd erupted in the gym.

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“GO MILES!”

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“NUMBER 42 IS THE BEST PLAYA OUT THERE!”

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“42 HAS MY HEART!”

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“THATS MY MAN!”

You heard a couple of female voices yelling from behind you and decided to look back at the commotion. There was one girl holding up a sign that said “IN MILES WE TRUST” and others just screaming out his name.

You knew he was a well-known person in the school but didn't realize how much of the girls liked him.

“Damn, he got a whole fan club up in here.” Armani said as she laughed.

You turned back around to face the game, “The fuck, where these hoes even come from?”

“You gonna say something to them?”

“Nah.”

You weren't as fazed or threatened because you knew that Miles’s was yours. They weren't the ones that got to wear matching pj’s or watch poetic justice with him constantly. You got to share those moments with him, so what was there to be jealous of?

After their winning game of 103-92, Miles came up to you when everyone was leaving the stands.

“Te gusta el show que te hago mami?” (You like the show I put on for you mami?)

“It was ight.” You responded, obviously joking. 

He smirked and then tried to kiss you.

You pulled away “Nigga you’re dripping with sweat right now.”

“Shit, my bad.”

[prinzrupprecht]

When they hurt your feelings

Featuring: Beelzebub, Cu Chulainn, Apollo, Okita ( part 1 )

Ight lads we onto a new series. Dunno why Okita feels out of place in this line up. First time doing Beel and Cu. If you guys want a specific character in part 2 you’ll have to request it or else imma just rng it.

Part 2 and Part 3

No warnings.

Beelzebub

You knew of the risks of trying to get close to the Lord of the Flies. You may have been pestering him around too lately or tried to get him to soften up around you.

All your efforts were for nothing but you still tried. He tells you to leave him alone most of the time while he studies in his own research room. You continued to pout as your advances were rejected yet again.

Beelzebub never tried to get to know you or why you even wanted to befriend him. Ever since Lilith and his three friends died because of him, he doesn’t want the same to happen to anyone else. Other gods feared him and he liked to live in solitude.

You still tried to get close to him. It was pissing him off and so he snapped without thinking one day. He called you the worst things a person shouldn’t ever hear. Bottom-feeder gods were better than you. You were more annoying than a fly buzzing in his ear. If it wasn’t for his desire to die so badly, he’d rather your piercing voice kill him instead.

You probably were more hurt than ever and couldn’t even bring yourself to leave your house for days. You were so annoying that he would rather die than be near you? No, he always wanted to die and you tried to change that.

Instead, you had tried to move on. Maybe it was for the better? Even no matter how hard you tried to be friendly to him, it was no use and the weeks that have gone by without passing a word to him. He probably doesn’t even care enough to look in your direction.

You found your way to the garden of Eve despite the weird creatures that lurk around the forbidden tree. You just wanted to break free from the reality you were in for a moment— “why are you here?” His voice sounded like venom. You couldn’t even move, yet he was here.

“Fine then I’ll leave, sorry for even coming here.” You pouted and turned your head to see him giving you an amused look. You were confused, didn’t he want you not to be around him?

“Actually, I liked it better when you were annoying. It fits you more,” he huffed. He wanted you to pester him around? You didn’t want to feel that heartache again that he gave you.

“Huh?! If you’re here to insult me again then go away!” You huffed pointing your finger at him.

He grabbed your arm pulling you to him with a smirk plastering his face. “No. I actually would rather risk killing you than you avoid me again.” He pushed you against the tree with one hand close to your head. Your mind was running wild with thoughts. Kill you?

“Fine then, only if you let me get to know the real you instead of pushing me away!” You glared back at him which he stepped forward towards you. He was surprised Satan hasn’t tried to kill you. His heart was growing more fonder of you by the day and it killed him more when you stopped pestering him around because of his cruel behaviour towards you.

At last he would have you here and now.

Cu Chulainn

Knowing Cu was probably a nightmare. He was rude and complained about the gods a lot. What were you even? A human brought to Valhalla and met Cu Chulainn along the way. You weren’t exactly the closest to him but you grew jealous of how much he paid attention to his dog more than you sometimes. However, he had a different side to him whenever he was with his dog Geis.

You sometimes wish you were the dog but you concealed your feelings for him knowing what had happened to other women who tried to confess to him. Morrigan… you were there when she demanded him to marry her and the two fought. Morrigan tried to kill you out of revenge for Cu rejecting her. Yet, something snapped in him and somehow he defeated her within seconds.

Your mind was brought back to you watching Cu with his dog. He even allowed you to pet his dog where as nobody else was allowed to. He trusted you enough to pet him. “He’s not bad when he gets to know someone first.” Cu smiled genuinely watching Geis brush against your side.

“He’s cute! Is he fine with cats?” You looked at Cu who gave you even more of an annoyed look. Cats? What?

“I don’t know?” He was having doubts about where this was going.

“Can he meet my cats?” You clasped your hands together. His dog around a bunch of felines?!

“Hell no, Geis doesn’t need to be around a bunch of annoying cats. Heck, even I don’t want them around me.” Cu turned his head but you didn’t say anything. You accepted Cu’s dog but he wouldn’t even trust a few cats? You had thought because he liked animals, maybe he wouldn’t mind the stray cats you take care of.

“It’s fine! Sorry, I asked. I uh– I have to go back home now anyway!” You didn’t even give him a chance to say anything before leaving.

Cu was rude most days, and you put up with him a lot. You watched him train and talked nonstop in his ear. Even when he was busy, he always found time to check up on you. You didn’t want to admit to him about your feelings for him incase he’d reject you.

So why were you hurt now? Cu would probably kill your cats anyway so it’s better that he wasn’t around them. He can’t even accept one part of you?

Several days had passed without hearing anything from Cu. You were fairly certain this must’ve been the longest you haven’t heard from him. You were too sad to even leave the house, why were men so stubborn? Did he expect you to chase him? You refused to do that as you were stronger than that.

You almost didn’t hear the front door open and you immediately jumped thinking someone entered your home. “Woah, relax.” Cu showed himself from around the corner. He looked more annoyed than you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice croaked which gave away how upset you were with him. You weren’t only upset about what he thought of your cats but his rude attitude also puts you down at times.

“Heh? You didn’t come by for a few days, so I wanted to see if you’re alive. And Geis too was worried,” he called his dog over who nearly tackled you to the ground and was licking you all over. You were happy but at the same time, this changes nothing.

“Well, I’m alive so you can leave.” You gave him a murderous stare indicating you were mad at him. Cu was irritated with you. Now you’re matching his mood? He was stubborn but he never thought you’d be the same.

“Nah, bring your felines out.” Cu brought an arm up to his forehead to hint at the imaginary headache you were causing him. Would you stop being mad at him if he petted one of your cats?

You perked your head up at him, “not if you’re forcing yourself to meet them.” You pouted.

“I’m asking to,“ he didn’t want to admit that it was indeed to make you stop being mad at him. He missed you.

“Fine, but could you be more nicer to me from now on?” You stood up and gave him a sly smile.

“Whatever, Princess.”

Apollo

Being Apollo’s wife came with both pros and cons. He would either suffocate you with his love and continuously talk nonstop to you about his passion for beauty or he would disappear for days. The disappearing part was recent. He used to stay in the Olympus palace with you most times. This was making you worry whether he was going back to his old ways.

Was he seeing someone new? Was he bored of you now? The unsettling feeling wouldn’t go away. Maybe you shouldn’t wait for him anymore.

“My lady, it’s urgent.” One of the maids opened into your shared room. You looked at her to continue.

“Ah, my apologies. Apollo is severely injured and is asking for you.” Severely?! What? You weren’t even mad anymore. Your worries were filled with intrusive thoughts of him being in a critical condition that may be fatal. You could also be worrying too much.

You rushed out of the room as you heard of the news. Why was he severely hurt? You were going to scold him but as soon as you reached the infirmary where there were many injured Olympus guards, deities and you found Apollo in his own room.

“Agh, what happened?!” You busted open the door and you could see that he was wrapped in bandages. His force went from wide shock to giving you a small smile.

“It’s nothing too major darling—"

“Nothing too major? You’re covered from the chest down in bandages?! I’m hurt, yes. You would go off and disappear for days! I know you’re not telling me things.” You lowered your head and sat next to his bedside.

“I’m sorry for being in such a disgusting unsightly position right now.” He changed the topic back to his beauty which even hurt you even more. Did he only care about his looks?

“Can you take this seriously for once? Agh, maybe I should leave.” You stood up but Apollo sighed and needed to explain why he was gone for days at a time. However, you spoke up again turning to face him.

“I thought you were seeing someone else! And then I hear this, I— I don’t even know.” You covered your mouth with one hand. Apollo was offended you lacked faith in him. In all honestly, it shocked him. However, it was his fault for not telling you the Titan issue so you wouldn’t worry. Yet, he knew he messed up.

“The Titans broke into heaven and Zeus needed all of us.” He grabbed your hands to stop your shaking. You were immensely scared and your worries wouldn’t stop.

Hey, hey, everything is fine.” Apollo pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. You were starting to feel a bit more at ease. You lowered your head on his chest without trying to hurt him. His arms wrapped around your waist. You were calming down and hoping he would recover from this.

Even the titans may return later but you wanted him to be more truthful. “I’m sorry, I overreacted and thought you would hurt me…” you were feeling bad but Apollo still placed one of his hands to his forehead.

“Hmm, no I have no reason to commit infidelity as you’re the only beautiful woman I need to comfort me.” He was so obsessed with beauty even to the point that only you were the most beautiful gem in his eyes.

Okita

Every time you tried to practice your swings and techniques alone, Okita would always make his comments about how you were almost as bad as Hijikata as a joke. You envy him for being a prodigy and that he was right. Souji was the best swordsman in Kondo’s Shieikan training hall. Nothing hurts more than hearing his negative thoughts about your swordplay.

Hijikata was unbothered by the comments hurled at him for being the worst swordsman, and for some reason, you didn’t want to show how bothered you were. Okita-san liked to play around with them and that was what men did. It was a weakness to show your emotional side. You tried to keep your distance from the demon child. For many years you had known Souji, he was incredibly kind to you but that was up until recently when you wanted to learn how to use a sword.

You asked Saitou and Nagakura to help you, but they still won against you every single time. Yet, they never gave you a ton of criticism like how Souji had. They even said you had the potential to be as good as them. It was only Souji who said even if you trained for a hundred years, you wouldn’t ever be as good as him. Maybe he was right, but you weren’t trying to be as good as him. You wondered what changed? Why was he like this towards you?

Even when Kondo took him in, you were just a kid at the time who was also raised by Kondo’s adoptive father and lived at the Shieikan dojo. You even helped Kondo-san take care of Souji and he became incredibly attached and protective of you two. You had wondered if he had thought of you more than someone who just took care of him when he had no one. His sister abandoned him and you reassured him he wasn’t a monster as others saw him as.

When you saw him talking to Saitou and smiling, you felt a bit sad. Why did he act differently around them compared to you? You missed his nice and caring side. You were bothered but you pushed yourself to move on. As you walked away you saw Kondo in another room. “Everything okay?” he had asked which your mind stopped for a moment. You nodded but said nothing.

“You’ve been acting strange these past few days,” he patted you to sit next to him and you couldn’t help but break down your emotions. You couldn’t hold them in any longer. You told Kondo that it was becoming unbearable to be around Souji.

“I don’t think he means it like that, I think he is worried that you’ll get hurt." Kondo took another sip of his tea. You wondered what he meant by that. Get hurt? After some time talking to the boss of the dojo, you started to understand where Souji was coming from. He never spoke to Kondo about his concerns either since men tend to not show their emotions or like to express themselves.

You decided the comments hurt too much and went back to cleaning the dojo and after them. Your friendship felt worse with Souji now. You decided that whatever you thought there was with him before was completely gone now. You saw Yamanami and Saitou practicing inside and they wanted to help you train but you politely declined.

You saw Souji outside sitting at the cherry blossom tree and that was when you walked over to him to confront him with the way he behaved towards you. “You going to explain yourself?” You were standing in front of him and he didn’t look up at you nor spoke for a moment.

“Huh? What?” He gave you an innocent reaction and it irritated you. It was like a sting to your heart and you were just bothering him at this point.

“Seriously? You’re going to play dumb? Never mind, this was a mistake.” You were about to walk away and go back to cleaning but Souji grabbed your sleeved arm so you wouldn’t leave him. Ever since you helped Kondo take care of him, he was afraid you would leave him one day.

“I’m sorry.” He still wouldn’t let go of your arm.

“Huh?” You sat next to him.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you.” His lips curled up into a smile. His knees were still up to his chest while you knew he meant it.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to practice swordplay anymore with Saitou or Nagakura-san.” You shrugged.

“Why haven't you asked me?”

“I— I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you with trivial things…” This made you fidget with your long sleeves.

“But you’re fine with bothering Hajime-san?” You understood where he was coming from. He was annoyed you never asked him for help and relied on others. Jealous? You didn’t want to make a joke about him being jealous. It was obvious and it makes sense that he wanted to be the one to train you and even protect you.

“So you would help train me without being a prick this time?” You couldn’t help but blush a bit. He looked at you and noticed how flustered you looked.

He nodded, “ya I can do that.” He smiled at you and leaned his body against yours like old times. After all, maybe your friendship could be something else with him.

Note: I really want to write a ton of bs one shots with Cu all of a sudden. Anyway, that’s all for now!

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ᏕIᗴᖇᖇᗩ'Ꮥ ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY ᔕᑭᗴᑕIᗩᒪ (2)

2 YEARS AGO

February 3, 2023

Everyone was having a good time enjoying the party just doing their own thing nobody was beefing or yelling. That was until Jashawn showed up 3 hours late to party already drunk.

"Damn babe you look good." Jashawn said as he grabbed Sierra hips causing her to let out a small hiss.

"Ouch Shawn." She groaned pushing him away as she turned around.

"Why you pushing me away baby I said you look good." He said as walked up on her.

"Thank you but you don't have grab me like that hurting me." She said. He looked down his eyes low, red as hell as he at her smiling.

"Can I get hug I miss you." He said as he pulled her in for a hug and she was able to smell everything. The weed, and who was wearing a cheap ass perfume.

"Are you serious? On my birthday?" She asked folding her arms looking at him.

"Mane whatchu talking about Sierra." Shawn says knowing exactly what she was talking about him and his homies went out on a 3 man like some weirdos.

"You can just leave Jashawn like why'd you bother to come if you was gonna fuck some bitch on my birthday before coming to see me then you could stay with her." Sierra said pointing to exit.

"Baby, you bugging it's your birthday chill out relax go have fun." He said.

"Yeah I'm have fun ight, you can fucking leave I'm done with your ass for real you crossed the fucking line." Sierra says as she turns on her heels walking away not getting far when Jashawn grabbed her pulling her back. 

"Chill the fuck out you ain't done with nobody."  He said raising his voice. That had caught everyone around them attention.

"I am done so please leave and I'm not gonna asking again so get your hands off me and take your stupid ass on nigga." Sierra said pulling her arm out his grip and quickly walking away before he say anything to her or grab her again.

Dakota and Imani following her to the exit. She need some fresh air they walked to the parking lot of the club.

"Hey boo you okay?" Dakota asked.

"No, I'm not, im done with his bs for real this time I am not going back to that nigga." She said as cried her eyes out. They both hugged her allowing to cry in their arms.

"It's okay girl fuck that nigga you don't need him." Imani said as they pulled away. She helped Sierra wipe her tears.

"Exactly girl that nigga ain't shit just move on to next it's your day don't let his drunk ass ruin it." Dakota says.

Before she could say anything. Shawn and his boys walked out the club of course being obnoxiously loud. Shawn friend pointed the girls out in the parking lot so they walked over.

"Uh uhn get the fuck back Jashawn walk away." Dakota said as she seen him walking up to her. Sierra turned around looking at him.

"I'm sorry baby." He said as looked at her.

"Nigga you ain't sorry go on somewhere with that bullshit, you lucky Boodah ain't here to beat your fucking ass we should fucking calling his crazy ass." Imani said.

"Don't nobody worried about that nigga." Shawn said sucking his teeth.

"You should cuz once he find out what you did to his baby sister you better pray he don't see you in public." Imani said.

"He nothing but a bum."

Dakota walked up to Shawn smacking the fuck out of him. "You better watch how you speak about my husband because if anyone a fucking bum it's your ass." She said then turned around walking back to the girls and they walked away.

Present Time

February 3rd, 2025

Sierra day hadn't even started when she woke up and Joshua was in between her legs eating her sweet honey pot. She let a soft moan running her fingers through his mullet moaning his name as her back arched off the bed.

"Cum for me princess, I'm right here." Joshua says sending vibrations up her spine. 

"J-Jeyyy fuck baby." She moaned.

"Mmm cum for daddy mama." He says.

"Mmm shit daddy I'm coming." She tells him as she throws her head back. "Daddy I'm so closeee keep going."

Jey licking and sucking on her sensitive clit swirling his tongue. He plugged his fingers in her wet core his fingers hitting g-spot as he thrust them in and out her.

"FUCKK JOSHHHH BABY!" She moaned out as she unexpectedly squirted wetting Josh's beard and the bed sheets. Josh not stopping picking up his paste with fingers as he buried his face more into her sweet honey pot.

"Yeah baby scream my name let everybody hear who's eating your shit good." He said sending more vibrations up her spine causing her squirt again.

"Ohh fuckk Joshuaaa pleaseee babyyy make me cum I'm closeee." She moaned. He didn't plan on stopping until she did cum. He looked up her looking her dead in her eyes as he ate her out, she was edge of her climax and he knew she was too.

She let out a piercing scream as her climax took over. Her toes curled and her legs that rested on Joshua shoulders shaked as her honey dripped off Josh's beard. He continued to eat her out as she came.

"Josh ba-fuckkk daddyyy pleaseee." She begged as she squirted again he pulled his fingers out pulling slapped her pussy lips as he went back down again. "Joshuaaa." She moaned pushing his head away, but he faught back kissing her honey pot and up her body to her lips she could taste herself on his tongue as he tongue her down his hand around her throat with a small grip.

"Mmm Happy Birthday Pretty girl."  He said after pulling away looking down at her as she smiled.

"Thank you Big daddy." She said. He picked her up carrying her to bathroom, he sat her on the bathroom counter.

"We ain't done just yet baby." He said. "Whatchu wanna do mama you pick." He said as began pulling his shorts and boxers down. She bite down on her bottom lip as she jumped off the counter and turning around leaning on the counter.

They looked at each other through the mirror Josh walked up behind her grabbing her waist as he pulled her panties to her ankles he kissed up her inner thigh kissing her pussy lips he then stood up grabbing himself as he teased her wet folds with his tip rubbing it up and down her slit.

"Fuck baby you so wet." He growled as he pushed just the tip in then pulled back out. "Fuck girl." He groaned as pushed his full length in.

"Fuck yes daddy you feel so good in this pussy." She moaned. Jey began moving his hips the room began to fill up with the sound of their skin slapping, their moans and goans and all their little slutty comments towards each other.

"Shit baby you so warm, fuck I already wanna bust in this pussy." He groaned smacking her ass. All she could do was moan as she struggling to speak.

"Da-d-daddy."

"You so fucking pretty taking my dick baby."

Her mouth opened wide but nothing came not sound. He was really fucking her speechless. Her walls clutched around him causing him to let out rough moan.

"Throw that ass back for me baby." Josh said slapping her ass. She began throwing it back matching his rhythm. "Shit baby fuck."

"Ooouu daddy right there!!." She said feeling his tip hit her g-spot. He picked her leg up putting it over the counter hitting it for a new angle which drove her insane. "FUCK!" She yelled.

"Mhmm baby take this dick, this your shit." Josh said he kissed her neck as she moaned his name. His hand wrapped around her throat. "You hear me baby?" He asked.

"Yes daddy it's my dick." She cried as her nails dug into his skin. He didn't care as always she leave all marks she wanted and he wanted everyone to know he was hers.

"I love you baby you hear me." He said.

"I-fuckk Josh I love you fuck baby I'm coming." 

"Yeah mama that pretty pussy finna cum? You finna cum all over this dick?" He asked.

"Yes da-FUCK DADDY!" She screamed as her climax began taking over she squirted again for the 4th this morning all over the floor she milked his dick with her juice.

Joshua continues his strokes chasing his own nut. He cursed under his breath his eyes shut tight as his head fell back.

"Where you want birthday girl?" He asked. She didn't answer instead she pushed him away getting low in front of him grabbing his dick she kissed his tip sucking all her juice off him.

"Right here daddy nut on my pretty face." She said as jerked her small hands up and down on his shaft sending him over the edge as his balls tighten as he nutted all over her hands and face a smirked appeared on her face as she looked up at him licking his nut off her lips. "Taste so good daddy."

"You so fucking nasty pretty girl." He said as she stood up. 

"Only for you daddy." She said.

"Mhmm better be only for me." He said. She rolled her eyes playfully as she turned around grabbing her a face cloth and turned the water on as she then wiped her face.

"Thank you for the birthday gifts." She said.

"Anytime little mama, but I need you be ready in a hour we got a lot to do before tonight's show." He said.

"What do you have planned sir?" She asked.

"Just get ready ight trust me." He said taking the cloth out her hand and finishing wiping her face. "Cmon let's go shower babygirl." He said.

Sierra

"You look adorable Cece." Trinity says to me as I walked up into gorilla.  "Happy birthday my love."

"Thank you." I said as we hugged.

"So how was your morning?" Trinity asked with a smirk. "You get put in that uso penitentiary?"

"Did I? Girl yes I woke up he was mmm no I can't get into that with you here but you should know."  I said giving her that look.

"You gotta give details later." She said.

"You know I got you girl." I said nodding my head.

"What yall over talking and giggling about?" Jimmy asked as he walked up to us. Jey segment was about to start in just about 2 mins. "Happy birthday sis."

"Thanks Jim and none of your business just girl talk." I said.

"I heard something about the uso penitentiary so it gotta be about me twin." He says.

"Hush my man on tv." I said putting my hand in his face as Jey's theme song began playing.  "He looking real good and he knows he does."

"Eww he don't look at good as me." Jimmy says.

"Boy I ain't interested in you so it doesn't matter." I said.

"Period." Trinity said.

"Whatchu ov-Jon be quiet my man giving his speech." I said cutting him off.

"He gotta whoop his ass wrestlemania." I said after the segment came to a end. Jey then came from behind the curtains. "Ohh babe I'm so proud of you." I said as jumped on him he caught me kissing me.

"Thank you mamas. You ready to celebrate your birthday?" He asked.

"Yes daddy." I said.

"Aye man chill out or your ass ain't gonna be walking."  He said threatening me with a good time.

"I mean I don't mind starting right now." I said. He rised his eyebrow smirking.

"Girl let's go you tripping little mama." He said picking up under my thighs. He carried me to his locker room.

"Alright see later too shoot with yall horny asses!" Jimmy yelled as we turned the corner.

"Jonathan imma whoop ya ass when I see you again!" I yelled back. Jey laughed kissing my cheek. We walked into his locker room. He puts me down walking over to his bag packing it up.

We head back to the hotel, we tool a "quick" shower together. Then got dress kinda matching.

Joshua surprised me by flying my best friends out, so I was even more happy that I was able to spend my birthday with them.

As the guys were sitting in our section while me and the girls were over at the bar taking a few shoots catching with each other this was Trinity's and Imani's first time meeting in person.

"Excuse me Miss the young man down at the end of the bar order you this drink." The bartender says.

"Oh no thank you I don't take drinks from strangers." I said kindly declining the drink.

"Okay I'll let him know." The bartender says. Then a few minutes later pass and the guy that bought the drink came up to us.

"Why you declined my drink that was a little rude?" He asked.

"Because I don't take drinks from strangers, it little rude of you to just walk up here like I know your ass so you can leave now." I said.

He stood there looking at me like I had four heads. I looked at the girls the make sure I wasn't tripping.

"Did she stutter or do you not understand English?" Dakota asked him. But before he could speak someone interpreted him.

"Aye man move along she said, ain't want you cheap ass drink." Joshua said as Jonathan, Joseph, Jacob and Zilla stood behind him. He then looked at me nodding his head at me. "Y'all good mamas?" He asked me.

"Yeah baby we're good." I said smiling.

"Leave uce why you still standing here?" Jimmy asked as they all continued give the dude the death stare. The dude quickly moved along.

"Y'all are a hot mess." Trinity said.

"Ehh I think I kinda like, that was sexy daddy C'mere." I said reaching out to grab Joshua hand. I pulled him closer to me, grabbing his chin pulling him down for a kiss.

"Ahh shit thats that liquor kicking in." Imani says as she took another shoot. 

"I told you this dress what going to be a problem."  He said as he rubbed my ass. "C'mon we gonna sing happy birthday then we out of here."

"But why?" I asked pouting.

"Cuz I can't have you out here in this dress any longer he ain't the only one that's been looking at you im watching them all look at you like a piece of meat." He says.

"Baby pleaseee no." I whined. He sighed kissing my cheek.

"Fine but if I gotta come over here again we leaving." He said.

"Okay daddy, can I have a kiss please?" I asked. He leaned down kissing me.  "I Love you."

"I love your sexy ass too, but I ain't pla-ohh this my song!" I yelled cutting him off as Jucie by Big boogie started playing throughout the club.

"You gonna catch it or not jey?" Imani asked him as he stood there confused. Imani sucked her teeth getting she got behind me as I began a moving the to music getting in sync with beat. 

"DAMN GIRL!" I hear random yell. Imani and Jey switch places so I really started showing off. I could feel his hard print through his jeans. Dakota was recording for one angle and Imani was recording from another.

Eventually the song came to a end. I stood up straight Joshua held onto my hips not tryna let me go.

"You better have all this energy later when I'm fucking you into the mattress." He wisphered in my ear. I squeezed his print casing him a let out a low grunt then I decided what I wanted to do next.

"We'll be back y'all." I said as dragged Jey out the club the car which in back of club. Nobody was outside so pushed his back into the car getting low as pulled his jeans and boxers down revealing his large 3rd limb as precum dripped from the tip.

"Come on baby you playing with fire." He said. I grabbed him rubbing my thumb over his tip spreading the precum around his tip. I slowly brought him to my lips just teasing his tip.

"Baby for real stop playing before I bend your over." He demanded. I looked up at him through my lashes as slapped his veiny meat on my lips and tongue.

"Be patient daddy." I said then using my spit wet him a little as I then began jerking him off.

"Fuck." He groaned throwing his head back. His knuckles began turning white. I then shoved him my both bobbing head up down on his length. His tip hit the back of my throat causing me to the gang and choke.

"Mmm suck this dick pretty girl." He growled as he hand reached the back of my head. He began face fucking me and I allowed taking ever inch of him. He stopped his movement as I pulled away catching my breath a string of my salvia fell from his tip.

He grabbed his base smacking his dick on my face. I grabbed the back of his thighs as I began playing with his balls sucking on them moving my hands grabbing him as jerked him too.

"So fucking nasty mamas ain't you?" He asked me as our eyes stayed locked in with each other.

"Yes daddy I'm your nasty girl." I said as pulled away from his balls but continued to jerked him off his balls tighten as he about to reach his peak. "Gimme that nut big daddy I pleasee Daddy I want the fucking nut, I want it so bad." I begged.

"Fuck Sierra I'm finna bust baby." He moaned.

"C'mon daddy nut right on my face." I begged him.

"Oh my fucking god pretty girl I'm coming keeping going  put the shit in your mouth and swallow all of it let full that pretty mouth up." He said as he shoving his full length down my throat releasing his warm nut feeling him twitch in mouth as he slowly removed his dick he finished his nut on my face.

"Tasty so good daddy I love sucking this big dick."  I said.

"C'mere." He said as pulled me up to his level. He wiped my face sticking his fingers in my mouth I sucked the nut off his fingers tips swirling my tongue around them before he pulled them out. "I love your little nasty freaky ass." He said kissing me.

"Show me daddy fuck me right here." I changelled him. He smirked licking his lips.

"Ight get ya ass in the back seat and you better take everything inch don't run from shit." He said opening the back door. I climbed he got in after me he waisted no time pulling my panties to side and slide right in from behind as I was on four.

"Jeyyy." I whined pushing on his stomach.

"What I just say? Don't run." He said as he began as giving powerful strokes leaving me a moaning mess.

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A/n: Heyy sorry this took so long I was actually just waiting for wrestlemania week to start so that's why I did little spin off for Sierra birthday sorry it took so long now that Bae is the new World heavyweight champion we gonna continue with Chapter Nine so stay tone got couple of things coming 😌💗

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AGAINST THE TIDE — PART TWO

paige x azzi

warnings: language

word count: 4.8k

A/N: Here’s the next chapter!! It’s another chap of me setting the scene so bear with me. The next chapters when Azzi officially gets on campus will have more interaction between them. I’m also not sure how I feel about the 1st person POV so I might stop after this who knows. Anywho let me know what you think and leave comments and live reactions if you can!! Happy New Year everyone 🥳

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July 2019 - Paige POV

I was deep into my basketball workout, the sound of the ball echoing through the gym as I went through the drills with precision. My trainer standing by the sideline, coaching me through each movement — footwork, ball-handling, shot mechanics. I was lost in the rhythm of it all, my mind focused solely on the next move, the next shot, just as I did every offseason.

But then, something on the TV caught my attention.

The US 3x3 tournament was on — I hadn't been paying too much attention to it, but I always found time for basketball, no matter who was playing. It was in my blood. I just loved the game at all levels.

My focus slipped for a second as I looked over at the screen, noticing the score was a little close. Then I saw Azzi.

I froze, the ball bouncing softly at my side as I watched everything unfold. One minute, she was pushing through the defense, looking like she was about to make a play, and the next, she was on the floor. Her knee buckled awkwardly, and I saw her fall, immediately clutching it. The pain was clear as day on her face.

"Oh fuck," I muttered under my breath, the word escaping before I could stop it. My trainer immediately moving toward the TV to turn the volume up.

The announcers' voices filled the gym, sharp with concern. "All of a sudden there’s concern for the health of one of the best high schoolers in the country. We can only hope Azzi Fudd is able to walk out of here on her own which will be a good sign for all the viewers who I’m sure are holding their breath as this all unfolds." One said, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily in his tone.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen as Azzi stayed down, her face twisted in pain, tears welling in her eyes as the camera zoomed in on her. I hate when they do that shit.

I didn’t particularly like Azzi. She was too passive for my liking, not nearly as fiery or intense as I thought a player should be. Especially someone of her caliber. Plus she fouled the hell out of me for no reason that one time. But seeing her in that kind of pain? That wasn’t something I could enjoy. Despite all the rivalry, despite everything, I hated seeing anyone get hurt.

For all our back-and-forth, the trash talk, the competitiveness that had grown between us, I never wanted to see her hurt. She had just had an incredible season, her name up there with the best in the country — and now, it could all come crashing down in a second. This injury could change everything for her, just like that.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my trainer asked, “You think she’s going to be ight?”

I didn’t answer right away. I just stood there, watching as they helped Azzi off the court, her face still contorted in pain as she limped off. It hit me kinda hard — this was a big deal, and despite everything that had happened on the court between us, I couldn’t help but feel for her.

“Yeah,” I muttered. "I’m sure she’ll bounce back."

After that the gym felt a little different now. The ball didn’t bounce as loudly, and the drill didn’t seem as important. All I could think about was how quickly things could change in an instant. How that could have been me. How it could still be me.

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Later that night, laying in bed, Paige aimlessly scrolled through social media. Her feed was flooded with news of Azzi's injury. It was everywhere. All anyone seemed to be talking about was the #1 player in the class of 2021 tearing both her ACL and MCL after her incredible sophomore year. Paige had to admit, it hit her in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She had seen Azzi's growth first-hand the few times they’d played — her rise to stardom, the awards, and now, this. The thought of the rivalry they'd shared now feeling so... empty... nagged at her.

Paige knew that she’d see St. John’s again twice next year but something about the thought of no Azzi in the mix made it not as exciting. Without Azzi, there wouldn’t be any real competition left. Their games had been some of the most intense, back-and-forth battles she’d ever played in, and now that felt like it was over. There was no way Azzi would be back before the playoffs next year.

Paige’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as her mind wandered. She didn’t know why she was doing this, but she found herself scrolling through her contacts, looking for Azzi's number. They’d played together on the U16 team and Paige had everyone’s number from the team saved after they insisted on having a groupchat. She tapped it and paused, unsure of what to say, knowing if she was in Azzi’s shoes no words would ease whatever she was feeling. Still she sent a message anyway.

You'll bounce back. It's just a setback Fudd.

She stared at the message, fingers hovering for a moment before hitting send. She didn’t expect a response. What was she even doing? Azzi probably didn’t even want to hear from her, they didn’t even like each other. But it felt wrong to just leave it at that — to not acknowledge what Azzi was going through. She knew the girl after all.

With a heavy sigh, Paige set her phone down and went to brush her teeth to get ready for bed. She didn’t really expect a response back.

But when she returned, phone in hand, her screen illuminated, signaling a new notification.

Thank you, means a lot.

Paige typed a quick reply: Anytime.

Then she put her phone on the nightstand, settling into bed as she turned on a WNBA game.

November 2019

Azzi sat at the end of the bench, her leg throbbing slightly beneath the brace, trying to make sense of the game she’d just watched. Her team had been outclassed from the jump, and without her on the floor, it felt like they had no chance. Paige of course had been unstoppable—37 points, and the craziest part was, she didn’t touch the floor the whole fourth quarter. It was almost embarrassing to watch.

When the buzzer finally rang, signaling the end of the game, Azzi’s shoulders slumped and she sighed in relief that it was over. She didn’t even look at the scoreboard; it didn’t matter. She stayed seated as her teammates lined up to shake hands with the Gonzaga players. The energy in the gym was deflated—everyone had known the outcome was a foregone conclusion the moment the game tipped off.

As Azzi adjusted her knee brace and slowly stood up, she was surprised to see Paige walking toward her.

The other players from Gonzaga hadn’t thought to come over and shake her hand, but Paige didn’t hesitate. She offered Azzi a quick high five, her face a mix of competitiveness and something else. Azzi raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the gesture but unwilling to show any emotion to the blonde in front of her.

Paige’s voice was light, almost teasing. “What’s that, 4-1 now, Fudd?”

Azzi couldn’t help but scoff. “You didn’t talk shit the whole game,” she said, eyes narrowing. “You just had to come over here and ruin it, didn't you?”

Paige laughed, a playful glint in her eyes. As she turned to walk away, she tossed over her shoulder, “No comp to talk shit to on the court that’s all.”

Azzi watched her go, a mix of annoyance and begrudging admiration in her chest. Paige had a way of making things look easy, and even though Azzi hated it and hated how she acted, she couldn’t deny it—Paige was damn good.

March 2020 - Paige’s POV

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands, stomach in knots. My phone sat next to me, buzzing with more notifications I couldn’t bring myself to check. The championship game we’d worked so damn hard for, the perfect season we’d earned — all of it, gone. Just like that.

CoVid-19 had canceled the last game, and I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It felt like a bad dream. The end of my high school career. Just like that, like a snap of a few fingers. Kind of funny how life is in that way.

We had been unstoppable. Undefeated. We were supposed to go out on top. I was supposed to walk off that court with my teammates, with that championship trophy, the culmination of all the hard work and sacrifice after losing last year. But now, it was all over, and I was left with nothing but this empty feeling in my chest.

It felt wrong, especially after the season I’d had. Gatorade Female High School Athlete of the Year. Gatorade National Player of the Year. Naismith Prep Player of the Year. Morgan Wootten National Player of the Year. I was on the cover of SLAM, for fucks sake. A McDonald’s All-American. I was supposed to play in the Jordan Brand Classic. The championship with my team was supposed to be the last piece of the puzzle. And now it was just... taken from me. From all of us.

I wasn’t the only one feeling it, but that didn’t make it any easier. My teammates were crushed, too. We all were. We’d worked for this. We had dreams about our comeback season, and now they were dashed. I just couldn’t understand how everything had unraveled so quickly.

It wasn’t just about the game, though. It was everything that came with it. The way everything seemed to be falling into place too quickly. My future at UConn was waiting, but it felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me before I was ready. All of a sudden, the world felt uncertain even though I knew exactly where I was headed for the next four years.

I tried not to think about the stuff I’d lose, like the last game I was supposed to play, the players I was supposed to compete against, and the milestones I was supposed to hit with my team. Instead, I kept thinking about what was next.

The only thing I could do right now was work. There was no championship trophy to hold, no fans to cheer for me, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still prepare.

So, I grabbed my shoes and headed to the gym. I knew there was no real closure here. Not right now, so it was pointless to get in my feelings about it. Pointless to sit around and be sad. There was still a season ahead of me, more basketball to play. College was waiting now.

…

The gym was quiet except for the sound of basketballs bouncing. Paige was working through her shots, focused as she tested her range and worked on different combo moves. She wasn’t expecting company, everything was shut down. Her thoughts were elsewhere—on the future, not on what had been taken from her. The weight of losing her senior season to the pandemic still hung over her, though she didn’t let it show in her work.

Then, she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her. She pulled off her headphones and turned around, surprised to see Azzi standing there. It had been about seven months since Azzi’s knee injury, and seeing her standing there in person was different from seeing her in a game. The two of them never really spoke outside of playing one another, and the awkwardness of the situation wasn’t lost on either of them.

Azzi paused when their eyes met. “My bad, didn’t know anyone was here,” she said, clearly about to turn and leave. The gym was small and only half a court and she didn’t want to deal with whatever Paige had to say today.

Paige shook her head in disagreement, clearly not phased by her presence. “It’s cool. You don’t need to leave.”

Azzi hesitated before nodding and walking over to the bench, sitting down to put on her basketball shoes. Paige returned to shooting. Once Azzi had finished getting ready, she stood up, stretched, and grabbed a ball. Paige was still shooting when she glanced over taking off her headphones again.

“How’s the knee?” Paige asked before she could stop herself, looking down at the black sleeve covering Azzi’s right leg. Her voice broke the silence, and Azzi looked at her, surprised by the blonde speaking to her.

“It’s a work in progress,” Azzi replied, her tone softer than Paige had ever heard. It was clear she was still recovering, but she didn’t seem too eager to talk about it.

Paige simply hummed in response, turning back to the basket. Neither of them said much after that.

Paige continued to go through her drills as Azzi worked on her shots, most of them swishing effortlessly through the net, though she was missing more than usual. Paige, focused as always, didn’t really think too much about what the other girl had going on. After a while of silence, Azzi turned to her.

“Congrats on all your awards, by the way,” Azzi said, her voice genuine, even if it came out a little unexpectedly and awkwardly. Paige nodded, briefly acknowledging it with a half smile. There wasn’t much more to say—her accomplishments had all come in a season that felt incomplete, and she didn’t really wanna think about that right now.

Then, on a rebound, Azzi’s ball went a little further than expected, and Paige jogged to retrieve it, having been closer as she was getting some water. Azzi watched her and when Paige came back, she passed Azzi the ball without a word.

That was the turning point. Instead of keeping to their separate routines, they began to shoot together. Azzi rebounded for Paige, and Paige did the same for Azzi. They moved around the court, each shot a natural rhythm as they stepped into the pass. The way they moved, the way they passed and shot, was effortless, like they had done this a thousand times before. Neither said a word as they shot, they were just happy to not have to run after their own rebound every two seconds. The ease between them told a story of mutual respect even though it was usually clear they weren’t too fond of each other.

The silence between them stretched on as Paige and Azzi continued to shoot. The rhythm of their movements, the swish of the net, and the soft thud of the ball bouncing were the only sounds filling the gym. They both seemed absorbed in their own thoughts as they passed the ball back and forth.

After some time, Paige’s phone kept buzzing so she glanced at the clock. She had been there longer than she’d planned, and she remembered telling Drew she’d take him to the movies. So she reluctantly made her way to the bench to take off her basketball shoes even though she hadn’t cleared her mind like she hoped. Azzi was still shooting, focused and intent, as if the ball and the hoop were the only things that mattered.

Paige bent down to untie her shoes, glancing up as she did. Azzi missed another shot, and the ball rolled off to the side. Paige grabbed it without thinking, tossing it back to Azzi with a casual flick of her wrist.

As the ball landed back in Azzi’s hands, Paige couldn’t help but notice the slight hesitation in Azzi’s movements, the way she seemed to favor her left leg a bit. Azzi took a moment before shooting again, but the ball missed again, clanging off the rim and bouncing awkwardly as the girl groaned in frustration.

Paige stood up, grabbing her shoes from the ground as she spoke. “You’re favoring your left side when you shoot now,” she said, her voice calm but observant. “That’s why your shot’s not falling. You gotta trust that your knee will be fine.”

Azzi paused, the ball resting in her hands as she processed the comment. Paige could see the wheels turning in Azzi’s mind, the realization slowly dawning on her. She didn’t reply, but Paige noticed the way she shifted her weight as she took a second shot, more thoughtfully this time as it went through the net.

Paige didn't linger, just headed toward the door. Azzi didn’t say anything more either, lost in her thoughts as she continued to shoot.

November 2020

Azzi had been wrestling with the decision for weeks. The pressure to commit was everywhere, with coaches, family, and even fans weighing in with their opinions. Narrowing her choices to UCLA, Maryland, and UConn had been easy enough—each school had its appeal.

Maryland offered familiarity. The hometown hero story would mean playing in front of her family and friends, building a legacy close to home. UCLA? Well, their facilities were out of this world, and the program was on the rise and it would be nice to be the player who brought them to the top. But UConn... UConn was something else entirely.

The school was synonymous with greatness. Azzi had grown up dreaming of wearing that blue and white jersey, playing under Geno Auriemma, and being part of a dynasty, of being a husky. There was no denying the opportunity to grow under one of the best coaches in basketball history.

But there was a large problem. Paige.

Azzi had only crossed paths with Paige a handful of times during their games, but each interaction had left a bad taste in her mouth. Paige Bueckers was an undeniable talent, but her confidence often read as arrogance. The way Paige carried herself—with that smirk and cocky demeanor—rubbed Azzi the wrong way every time. Could she really spend years as a teammate to someone who seemed so self-absorbed? She couldn’t imagine having to share the court with the girl let alone the ball that she would probably never pass to Azzi.

Azzi turned the thought over and over in her mind day after day, replaying memories of Paige’s antics during games, her posturing, the way the media fawned over her, the way she soaked it in. It was irritating. Still, Azzi decided she couldn’t let one person dictate her future. This was her dream, her opportunity to compete at the highest level, to win championships.

When Azzi made her commitment to UConn public, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The decision was made, and she was ready to face whatever came next—even Paige and all of her bullshit.

A couple of states away in Connecticut, Paige sat scrolling through her phone in the gym when the news broke. A tweet caught her eye, and as she opened it, her jaw nearly hit the floor.

"DMV’s Azzi Fudd, 2021 #1 Recruit Commits to University of Connecticut"

Paige stared at the screen, rereading the headline as if it would change. Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes bulged in disbelief.

“What the fuck” Paige muttered to herself.

December 2020

During high school winter break Geno organized Azzi to come on a visit to meet the team before her official arrival. The visist had been going smoothly—almost perfectly, in fact. The facilities were incredible, Geno’s warmth and charisma made her feel valued, and the team seemed thrilled to have her there. Everything felt right. Everything except the glaring absence of Paige Bueckers.

It wasn’t like Azzi had come to the visit just to ‘officially’ meet Paige, but it would’ve been nice. Paige was clearly the face of the program now, the freshman star everyone raved about. If they were going to be teammates, Azzi figured they’d at least cross paths before she officially got to campus the upcoming summer. But so far, Paige had been conspicuously absent from all the introductions, the tour, and now the relaxed hangout in the dorm's common area.

The team was great, though. Christyn and Olivia, two of the team’s upperclassmen had gone out of their way to make Azzi feel comfortable, sharing stories about what it was like to play under Geno. Christyn was particularly funny, throwing in sarcastic comments about Olivia’s sometimes over-the-top pregame rituals.

Aaliyah, Nika, Saylor, and Piath—some of the freshmen—were a mix of energy and chaos. Nika’s personality was magnetic; she was constantly cracking jokes and pulling Azzi into the group’s banter. Aaliyah had a quieter, grounded presence, offering up thoughtful questions and laughing at Nika’s antics. Saylor and Piath added their own flair, with Saylor occasionally teasing Nika for her over-the-top expressions and Piath keeping things calm when the group got a little rowdy.

Then there was Aubrey, who was nestled between the older and younger players. She had an easygoing vibe, but there was something quietly sharp about her observations and she didn’t seem to talk much. But as the night wore on, Aubrey began to loosen up a bit and was leaning in to share a few inside jokes about the team dynamics here and there.

“You’ll like it here,” Aubrey said, nudging Azzi with her elbow. “Well, once you get used to all the chaos… and Paige.”

The mention of Paige brought the blonde’s absence into sharper focus. Azzi glanced toward the only closed door in the suite, making her assume it was Paige’s. Azzi had heard what sounded like the same game replaying over and over since she’d been in the suite coming from behind the closed door. She hadn’t thought much of it earlier, but now it felt a little deliberate that she hadn’t come out yet.

Evina noticed Azzi’s glance and sighed. “I’ll go get her,” she said, standing up and walking toward Paige’s door.

Before she could get there and knock, the door swung open. Paige emerged in a whirlwind, a granola bar clamped between her teeth, headphones slung around her neck, her phone in one hand, and her basketball shoes in the other.

“Hey, P,” Evina said, trying to stop her. “Come hang out for a bit. Azzi’s here.”

Paige grunted, barely making eye contact. “Can’t. Played like ass yesterday,” she mumbled around the granola bar before walking past everyone and out of the suite.

Azzi scoffed, unable to hold it in. It was hard not to take it personally. She didn’t know Paige well, but her quick exit felt more like an insult than anything else.

“No, don't take offense,” Evina said, noticing Azzi’s reaction. “Paige is… well, she’s Paige. You’ll get to know her. She’d live in the gym if we let her. Trust me, it’s not about you.”

Aubrey snorted from her spot on the couch. “Yeah I lost a bet and had to drag her out of there twice this week. First time, I turned the lights off. She didn’t even notice, or didn’t care. She just kept shooting until she got tired of me messing with her music and walked out.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “And the second time?”

“Had to practically carry her out,” Aubrey said with a laugh. “She gave up eventually, but only because I promised her Nika wouldn’t eat all the protein bars anymore.”

“I don’t eat all of them!” Nika protested loudly, drawing laughter from the group.

Azzi chuckled slightly but her irritation still lingered. Sure, Paige might be obsessive about basketball, but her absence still felt pointed with Azzi knowing the older girl didn’t like her. Azzi decided to ignore it though and as the night wore on, the team’s easy camaraderie pulled her in, and Azzi found herself genuinely liking everyone. Even looking forward to being here in the summer.

But Paige’s absence hung over everything, making it hard for Azzi to fully relax. When it got close to midnight and Paige still hadn’t returned, Nika, Aubrey, and Evina began debating who should go to the gym this time.

“I went twice already!” Aubrey said, throwing her hands up. “I’m not doing it again. I’d rather wrestle Olivia’s big ass for the remote.”

“You didn’t even try last yesterday,” Nika teased. “You just texted her and gave up and I had to go eventually.”

“Yeah, because she’s a weirdo when she’s like this.”

Evina groaned, standing up. “Fine shut up. I’ll go.”

Azzi watched as Evina grabbed her keys and headed out, her frustration bubbling to the surface again.

About thirty minutes later, the door to the suite swung open, and Evina stepped in, followed by a very irritated Paige. Azzi immediately noticed the tension as Paige, her hair sticking slightly to her forehead from sweat, strode in mid-sentence.

“It’s not that big of a fucking deal, E,” Paige muttered, clearly continuing a heated discussion the two had been having on their way back.

“It is a big deal,” Evina shot back, her voice calm but firm. “And you’re going to handle it. Now.”

Paige groaned dramatically, tossing her basketball shoes onto the floor by her room before following Evina inside. The door shut behind them, and for a brief moment, the suite was quiet.

Then came the muffled sounds of what was unmistakably yelling. Azzi wasn’t sure whether Paige or Evina was louder, but she could hear enough to piece together that Evina was getting on Paige about something.

The team, meanwhile, carried on as if this was perfectly normal, as if it was their routine. Aaliyah was fiddling with the remote trying to find a game, Aubrey was scrolling through her phone, and Christyn and Olivia were engaged in a debate over which snack brand had the best pretzels.

Eventually, the noise from Paige’s room stopped, and a few moments later, Evina emerged, her expression relaxed and a victorious smile playing on her lips. “She’ll be out soon,” she announced, as if this was some kind of accomplishment.

True to her word, a while later, Paige reappeared. She had swapped her clothes for a loose hoodie and joggers, her wet hair thrown over her shoulders. She glanced at Azzi, her blue eyes softening slightly.

“Hey,” Paige said, offering a small, almost sheepish smile. “Sorry for missing most of your visit. Welcome to UConn Azzi.”

Evina, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watched the interaction with a knowing grin, as though she’d personally orchestrated this rare moment of civility.

Azzi blinked, caught off guard by Paige’s shift in demeanor. She nodded, her response clipped but polite. “It’s all good.”

Paige didn’t seem to notice Azzi’s hesitation—or if she did, she didn’t care. She flopped down onto the couch between Nika and Olivia with an exaggerated sigh, stretching her legs out and leaning her head against Nika’s shoulder.

“Welcome back to the land of the living twin,” Nika greeted her, her voice light and teasing.

Paige tilted her head, giving Nika a look that Azzi couldn’t quite decipher. It was like an entire conversation passed between them in a single expression. Nika burst out laughing, shaking her head as she nudged Paige playfully, making the blonde crack a smile as she leaned back on Nika’s shoulder.

The casual interaction threw Azzi off. For someone who’d seemed so intense and standoffish earlier, Paige was now practically melting into Nika. It was… strange.

Nika, Azzi had learned over the course of the evening, was one of the sweetest and most outgoing members of the team, always cracking jokes and making people feel included. On the surface, she and Paige couldn’t have been more different, yet here they were, leaning on each other like lifelong best friends.

Before Azzi could think too much about it, Christyn, who had been munching on a bag of chips, reached into the cabinet and tossed two protein bars at Paige, hitting her square in the chest.

“Eat,” Christyn ordered, her tone casual but firm. Paige barely reacted, opening one of the bars and shoving a piece of it in her mouth without a word.

Azzi couldn’t help but notice the dynamic. It was almost as if it was second nature for everyone to take care of Paige. Dragging her out of the gym, making sure she ate, looking out for her even when she seemed pissy about it.

It was strange to witness but oddly endearing picking up on how much they cared about each other. Azzi still wasn’t sure how Paige fit into the easygoing, tight-knit vibe of the rest of the team, but seeing her now—grumbling about snacks while slouching into Nika’s shoulder—it was clear there was more to her than Azzi had originally thought.

Azzi had planned to be the bigger person today and put all their bad blood to the side. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that Paige had been avoiding her, and it left a sour taste, so she kept her mouth shut.

[surrealcervidae]

I had a dream last night where I was in Walmart— I'm pretty sure it was part of a bigger dream where I was on vacation and staying at a hotel someplace and the whole dream was filled with drama and i was switching perspectives like crazy, maybe I'll ramble about that weirdness in the tags— but anyway, I was in Walmart as myself.

I'm in the toy aisle and think I was Freaking Out because !! There was this display of blind-boxes, NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM BLIND BOXES !!!

From what I remember, the toys were like little figurines that gave off Shopkins vibes?? I guess the style was similar? There was a little see-through plastic display showing the products in the blind bags which had plastic figurines of the Squid Sisters inside. Which was totally normal because they were in natm, but Colossal Squid doesn't want you to know that...

I was so happy about the cute tiny plastic figurines bro. I remember thinking about grabbing the blind boxes, cardboard display and everything, and bringing it to the register to buy ALL OF THEM, not caring how much it would cost.

But my stupid subconscious just couldn't let me stay in my night at the museum splatoon amalgamation merchandise bliss in the Dream Walmart Toy Aisle, so it teleported me back to the hotel or an airport or wherever the hell I was!!!!!!!!!! NOT FAIR!!!!!!! GIVE ME MY SILLY NATM BLIND BOXES I WAS GOING TO PAY GOOD DREAM MONEY FOR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This dream BETTER have been predicting something. I. Want. Those. Figurines.

Okay so I had the BEST night at the museum dream ever oh my gah I loved it so much AND I EVEN REMEMBER THE MAJORITY OF IT TOO!

Buckle up, this dream is LONG

So it started off with me an’ Larry kinda walking around the museum once it had come to life, and I made a beeline to the miniatures. And then my dream gave me a montage of me and the miniatures hanging out and talking and stuff. At the moment I was watching them play some kind of weird version of soccer, and every once in a while they’d lose the ball so I’d grab it for them.

But the whole friendship wasn’t working for me? Because of size difference (obv) and also my hands were super shaky (because they are irl) and I was kinda just sadly watching them continue their game.

And then one of the exhibits (one of the human sized ones) came up to me and was like ‘U know, if u ask the tablet nicely it’ll make u small too?’ And I was like ‘how’d you know I was thinking that???’ And she was like ‘hun I could see it in ur eyes.’

Anyways so I went to go find the tablet, and I did. Except it looked nothing like the tablet did in the movies. But I knew that it still had lots of power, somehow. And then I… prayed over it? Yeah, and I asked it for just one night of being small in the diorama with the others. Once I finished there was a gentle voice in the back of my head and it said ‘It is done’

And then BOOM I’m in the diorama! So I go looking for Jed (because why tf not lmao he’s my fav) and I snuck up behind him and surprised him.

Once he got over his schock he was super excited I was their size now, and then we just kinda sat and talked about random shit. Then the sun came up and I was suddenly not in the diorama anymore but like, beside it instead.

Then time skip to the middle of the day, and I’m looking around for the tablet again (because now I know it works). But it’s not there? Turned out Larry (who somehow was slowly morphing into my irl dad) had hidden it because he didn’t want me to become little every night because it was really dangerous.

(Also, the whole layout of the museum is fucking nuts. It was somehow the museum but it was also a mansion I lived in.)

So he’d hidden the tablet somewhere in the house in one of the rooms. Of course, I had to find it, I wanted to actually be able to spend time with my friends, y’know? So I was creeping around the place looking for where it could be and kept coming up with dead end after dead end.

Then I watched as Larry moved a door in a specific way and revealed a secret room. So I thought to myself ‘oh he’s DEFINITELY keeping it in there.’ And I went down after him. (At this time his resemblance is just fully my dad. I did not question it.)

And I found myself in an ultra long corridor. And it looked like one of those half-finished basements with a couple couches and boxes of random stuff everywhere. Mind you, this corridor was so long I couldn’t even see the end of it. But it was well lit and kinda cozy, so it wasn’t like. Spooky or whatever.

Then he heard me behind him and caught me. But instead of making me leave, he got super cocky and said ‘yeah sure why not. Go ahead and look for it.’ Like he was ultra sure he’d hidden it really well.

So I go walk down the corridor and keep my eyes peeled for anything that resembled the not-tablet. And all I really found was more boxes of junk stacked all over each other, a Christmas tree at one point, and a really fancy bunk bed that happened to have my two youngest siblings sleeping in them. At the end of the corridor was just one lonely bathroom that was just a toilet and a sink. Also I kept like, calling out for the tablet. Like it was going to answer back or something.

So I’m defeated, yeah? And Larry walks away triumphant.

And then this is where it gets really really weird

I’m just kinda sitting there, super duper sad. And then I hear a voice, the same voice I heard in my head when I had made the prayer the other night over the tablet.

So I think it’s the tablet calling out back for me, yeah? But it’s not the tablet. It’s this weird spoon-bell thing that’s kinda hopping around. (I didn’t think it was weird in the dream. But now that I’m awake yeah that was kinda weird.) And it directs me to this line of tin cans with arrows indented in them pointing into the same direction. I follow them and I find a the tablet behind a bunch of the junk I’d walked past originally, covered in this really soft fabric to try and hide it.

The I realize that Larry never actually left and he was RIGHT BEHIND ME. So I ran as fast as I could to the end of the corridor where the bathroom was. In the middle, Larry grabbed me and tackled me down. So then I had the idea to pray again over the tablet and ask for strength. I got it, and pushed him off of me. Then I got to the bathroom and used that strength to hold the door closed as I started to pray again over the tablet to make me miniature and in the diorama every night.

But before I could start Larry just went on softly about how he was just, like, trying to protect me, and that it was dangerous to be that small every night.

So that convinced me to instead pray for just one more night of being miniature, so I could break the news to Jedidiah.

It works, and I’m back in the diorama. And I see Jed and I just full on tackle hug him, and he catches me and spins me around. Then I break down in tears and he tries to console me, and I have to tell him that this is the second yet last night I’ll be able to actually for real hang out with the miniatures like this.

So then there’s this like. BIG time skip to later in the night. I’m still miniature and I’m dreading the sun coming up. Then I see human-sized Jed with the tablet and he’s in a standoff with Larry just in front of the diorama. Turns out he’d somehow done all that in an attempt to help me be able to… visit them more often in a more convenient way. Because even though I told him I was fine with the original arrangement (even though being miniature was really fun) he could see that it wasn’t really what I wanted. So that’s what he told Larry.

AND THEN THE DREAM FREAKING ENDED 😭

Anyways that’s it. U may continue with your regularly scheduled scrumbling :3