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The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings: smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis: It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note: Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said. “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said. “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said. “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him. “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said. “Can we?”

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered.

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued. “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said. “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded. “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him. “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said. “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. “Jesus,” he cursed. “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded. “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. “That was awesome,” he said. “Now what? Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked. “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said. “If she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said. “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover. I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said. “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them. He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed. “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned. “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back. “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldn’t focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said. “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. “Oh god, Sam. Please…” I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised. “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it. I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. “Bucky,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded. “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him. “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled. “I knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. “Please. Please, Wanda. I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed. “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said. “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly. “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didn’t exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked.

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping. “Well done, that’s all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically. “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied. “You want to see?”

I nodded. “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. “Okay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.”

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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Oikawa x Reader: School Festival [a haikyuu one-shot]

Ok y'all, so my friends and I had an all-nighter where we write one-shots. The twist is, we each wrote down on different sticky notes a character, a plotline, and I think the third is a location. We did this a year ago and I forgot all about this, but I recently found it so I'm posting it here lol

I hope you enjoy.

1145 words

Story under the cut.

Being a foreign exchange student, experiencing life in Japan was a bit of a culture shock: different introductions, different eating customs, different school traditions. One school tradition you noted was that Japan had school festival days. For the past week, your class had been working on an idea and building the vision. Today was the final day where the booths would actually be open to people and you were kind of nervous. Why? Who knows. Maybe it was more excitement than nervousness.

Your class finished assembling the booth reasonably quickly, so you figured you’d find your friend Oikawa to see if his booth needed any help. It wasn’t long before you found his booth and he was waving you down. Oikawa was one of the first people to introduce himself to you. Of course, you now realize he was just trying to scope out the new girl considering his… following, but it ended up being a good friendship; mainly consisting of you helping Iwaizumi call him names and him being a weird flirt even though he’s pretty much a dork.

“Hi, Y/n! Couldn’t stay away for long, eh?” he asked, waving.

“No, actually I’m looking for your pretty friend. Hey, Iwa!” you responded jokingly, to which Oikawa feigned a sad pout. “How’s the booth coming along?”

“We're almost done. Just need to put up the last few banners,” Iwaizumi said.

“You may want to be careful, Y/n. As soon as we open, girls will swarm the area. You might get trampled and die,”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said, rolling your eyes. “What are you guys doing anyway?”

“Kissing booth,” Iwaizumi said boredly as the title banner was hung up. You turned your head to Oikawa,

“What?”

“It’s the perfect concept! There's no girl in the world that wouldn’t want to kiss me! Just think of the revenue,”

“I wouldn’t count on it if it’s gonna be you, Oikawa. How is this even allowed in a school setting?”

“It’s just on the cheek. He does have a big following of girls at this school. It’s not like we can use his brain to help our booth,”

“I guess that makes sense,”

“How mean! Everyone undermines my intelligence,”

“Oh yeah, how did your game go Saturday?”

“It was fine. We won, of course, but it just felt too easy. I need a challenge in my life. You should come to my next game! You can wear one of my jerseys,”

“Hmm, tempting, but I’ll pass. Volleyball isn’t really my thing. Well, if you’re pretty much done, I’m gonna head around to look at the other booths. See ya around!”

“Bye, Y/n~!”

Everything looked amazing and you were having a good amount of fun before someone grabbed your shoulders from behind, making you jump. “Ya ho~!”

“Gah! Oikawa you scared me! Why would you do that?” you exclaimed and punched him in the arm.

“Ow! I can take the abuse from Iwa, but from you, it’s just too much,”

“Sorry. I saw opportunity and couldn’t resist,”

“The abuse I endure for you. Do you wanna go do something together?”

“What about your booth?”

“I’m all kissed out and on break. Girls wear a lot of lip product,” he said while rubbing some gloss and balm off his cheek. “But anyways, let’s go get some food or something. I’m so hungry,”

“I saw a teriyaki booth somewhere. Wanna get some of that? You’re paying,”

“Don’t I always?” The two of you walked the booths, trying different foods and desserts. The games were pretty fun too! It was nice playing games that weren’t rigged. You were clowning on Oikawa a bit at how much he sucked at some of the games compared to you, though you're sure he’d thrown some of your matches together. As your escapade continued, you noticed some girls you passed had their hands pressed to their cheeks while pointing and gazing at Oikawa, undoubtedly gushing over how they kissed each other on the cheek.

“I don’t understand how you can manage all the female attention. I’d get too tired of having to interact that much,”

“It does get bothersome sometimes. I used to love it, but now I think I’d prefer to have only one girl's attention, you know?”

“Ah, the development of a teenage male. From boyhood to maturity. All ready to settle down,” suddenly you gasped dramatically, almost making Oikawa drop the snacks he had bought. “A Ferris wheel! How did they get a Ferris wheel here!?”

“Y/n, I don’t think I’d trust that. It looks a little old,”

“Old shmold! Let’s go on!” Without a moment to protest you were dragging Oikawa by the hand to the big ride. “Woah! I can see the field yard from here!”

“Y/n! Please don’t lean out the side like that. You’re gonna fall!”

“Oh, you mean like this?” you asked and leaned out,”

“Y/n!” he said, reaching for you.

“What? Are you scared” you asked, and started rocking the box. He grabbed you and forced you to sit still beside him, like a mother to her rambunctious child.

“You’ve lost your fun privileges. Sit still until the ride is over,” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. You wondered if rides were a fear of his or if it was just Ferris wheels. Either way, it was fun to be out like this. You guys only ever really interacted at school during classes or studying. “Hey, Y/n. I think you should rethink going to my next game. I think I’d play better if you were there,”

“Why would you need to play better? You already win don’t you?” by this time the wheel had stopped and it was time to get off. You left the ride with a ‘thank you’ to the person running it and continued on.

“It’s less about the winning and more about… Y/n, would you just listen for a sec?” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back nearer to him. You blinked twice, looking down at where his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Kawa?” he started running his thumb over your knuckles nervously, his eyebrows knitting together in conflict.

“I want to see you at my games. I don’t care if I win, I just want to see you wearing my jersey number at my games,”

“What do you…” this wasn’t… was it?

“Earlier, I was wondering if you were gonna show up to the kissing booth at some point today. But now I’m realizing I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Wh-why?”

“Because now it feels more genuine,” he looked up at you, into your eyes, it felt invasive, uncomfortable, but not altogether unwelcomed. “Y/n. Can I kiss you?”

“I…” but the decision was clear to you then. “Yes.”

Sure enough, you were at his next game, the number one displayed proudly on your back.

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The Drabble game seems fun!!

✨Jackson

🖤Enemies to lovers

✨prompt # 8

A lil angsty & smutty pls!

Congrats on 800 🎉

Title: Just like magic Pairing: Jackson Wang x (f) reader Summary: You and your colleague have never got on, he irritates you more than anyone you know, and especially when you attend a work event to announce your imminent promotion. But what happens when you're not prepared for the unexpected. Genre: Enemies to lovers / idiots to lovers / colleagues to lovers / office romance / one shot / angst / smut Rating: 18+ (NSFW) Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / breast play / finger play (f. recieving) / heavy making out / Explicit language / cumshot W/C: 4.7k Banner: me Beta: @flurrys-creativity you're the best cheerleader ever! Notes: Thank you to this anon, I was super excited to write this one and the inspiration just kept coming, I hope you enjoy!

A groan rumbles in your throat, as your heels click against the stone steps ascending into the tall, old building being used as this year's work party venue.

“It won't be that bad,” Mark's voice next to you brings you some comfort, as he squeezes your hand, encouragingly. Glancing down at his polished nails, painted by you and you squeeze his back.

“Thank you for coming with me, honestly, you're the best friend a girl could ask for.”

“I wouldn't let you endure tonight alone,” he says, holding the large door open and gently placing his hand on your lower back, guiding you inside.

Your footsteps echo as you cross the large, ornate foyer, where one of the servers points you in the direction of the hall, the music muffled behind the closed doors.

“You ready?” He asks.

You nod and thread your arm through his, before taking a much needed deep breath. Tonight's work party is to celebrate the accomplishments of the company for this financial year. And most importantly the new creative director of events would be announced. You've worked your butt off for this promotion for two years, you've planned the most events out of anyone else in your company and with excellent reviews. All of this has not been without plenty of sleepless nights and working late. Now, it was all about to pay off and you felt like you could breathe again, but this work party had been filling your stomach with butterflies ever since it was announced. You hated being the centre of attention, plus the fact the promotion would be announced in front of everyone and you had to do a speech, made you very uncomfortable.

You walk into the large crowded room, suits and gowns as far as you can see. A large piano sat in the far corner, where a lady in a lavish blue dress and long black hair played an elegant piece, hitting the keys with perfect precision.

You drag Mark to the bar, insisting on a drink before any greeting, that is until you hear an all too familiar voice behind you. None other than Jackson Wang.

“Mark, my man, it's been a while since y/n’s dragged you along to anything.” He says, no doubt shoving his hand into Marks. You take a few gulps of your martini.

“Another please.” You mouth to the bartender, tapping on the glass.

You finally face Jackson, not even bothering with fake pleasantries.

“Y/n, you look…” he pauses for a moment and clears his throat, “nice.” He says the words as if they would choke him upon their exit and you can't help but roll your eyes.

“Gee, thanks,” you mumble, your nerves of tonight's events, making you far less patient for Jackson Wang than usual.

You two have been practically mortal enemies since his arrival at the company. He has been here half the time, does half the work you do and yet, gets most of the praise. But boy, does he love to rub it in. Everything about him rubs you up the wrong way.

“You seem to be in more of a mood than usual.” He remarks, “I thought you'd be celebrating by now.”

“Yes, well not everyone likes being the centre of attention, Jackson.”

He smiles, seeming awkward at the bite in your retort. “Well, Mark, great to see you as always.” They shake hands and hug once more, before Jackson turns back to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and says, “good luck, y/n.”

Your irritated glare burns holes in his back as he walks away.

“You need to cut him some slack,” Mark's voice sounds next to you, annoyance blooming like a tree inside you, “he was just trying to be nice.”

You fight the urge to snap at him, taking a breath before speaking, “no, nice and Jackson Wang are two words that can't coexist in the same sentence in regards to me. He's nice to you, yes. Me? Absolutely not. He’s sarcastic and loud and he doesn't care about anyone but himself.” You down the rest of your drink and pick up your second that waits for you at the bar.

“I think you're wrong about him. He's just-”

“Chaotic, arrogant, self-centred, conceited. I could go on if none of those work.” You reply dryly, ignoring the eye roll he throws your way.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” your boss on the microphone startles you out of your current conversation and has your stomach doing somersaults. “Can you all gather around, please?”

Mark holds out his arm for you, “shall we?”

Grasping it like your life depends on it, your feet move mechanically towards the crowd at the stage. Your legs feel like they would surely give way under you, if you weren't leaning on him so heavily.

“Now, it's the time we've all been waiting for folks…” he smiles cheerily. “I'll keep this brief, as I know everyone is eager to delve into the celebrations…”

You attempt to control your breaths and hope to slow down your rapid heart beat, pounding alarmingly hard against your rib cage.

“...creative director is a prized position in our company, and so, of course we had to make sure we chose the right person…”

A loud swallow seems to echo around you as you try to quell the dryness in your throat. How on earth will you be able to do a speech?

“...we need someone who will continue to bring in fresh ideas, someone who will create trends and not follow them and someone who will do their best to strive for this company…”

Your ears throb, mimicking your heartbeat and making your boss's words quiet.

“...it is my utmost pleasure to introduce to you, your new creative director…Jackson Wang!”

Your legs wobble and Mark clutches you to his side, his eyes straight on your face. But you couldn't look at him. Instead you're scanning the room, finding Jackson as he climbs the stairs onto the stage. A wide Cheshire grin stretches across his face, too wide not to have known that was coming. Your blood boils in your veins, an unbearable heat rising up through your body and straight to your face, making your head feel aflame. You flash back to his ‘good luck’ to you only mere moments ago and your chest fills fit to burst with a scream you dare not let escape.

All around you a muffled call of “speech, speech,” slamming its way into your ears like a steel drum.

No matter how much you don't want to watch this scene play out, your feet are frozen to the floor beneath you, unable to do anything but stare.

He laughs, “wow, uh, believe it or not, for the first time ever, I'm speechless.”

The crowd erupts into laughter, only infuriating you more as your fists clench into tight balls at your sides.

“Hey, let's get out of here?” Mark says attempting to soothe your anger but you don't miss the slight panic in his tone.

There's a brief moment of Jackson meeting your eyes and you could swear he almost faltered while making his rehearsed speech…almost but he recovers and you can't bear to see anymore. You let Mark lead you slowly out of the large room, following blindly alongside him, numbness taking over.

You both come to a stop in a quiet part of the building with no prying eyes or ears. Mark comes round in front of you, taking both your hands. “I'm sorry, y/n.” He whispers.

A hot tear rolls down your cheek and it's only then you realise your blurry vision is because your eyes are a dam ready to overflow. Cheering in the distance trumps again and you guess he's finished his speech.

“Do you want to go?” Mark asks bending down to try and catch your eyes, but your stare is fixated on the marble flooring.

You did, of course you did. You wanted to run as far away from this as you could but, you were expected to be here, your boss will want to talk to you, no doubt and you don't want anyone thinking you ran off and sulked, especially not Jackson. The last thing you would do is let him see you upset because of him, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Swiping harshly at the wet trail down your face, you swallow your pride down and take a deep breath. “I can't, I have to stay.”

He says nothing but nods in understanding.

“Give me a few minutes ok, I'll meet you back inside.”

He eyes you carefully. “Are you sure? I can wait here for you?”

Smiling, you lay a hand on his chest. “I'll be fine, I promise. I'll see you inside.”

Reluctantly he agrees and heads off back into the main venue, looking behind him once to check on you. Once he's out of sight you head to the bathroom to freshen up, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. Thankfully the mirror is unoccupied giving you the chance to touch up your makeup. Smoothing down your dress, you release a steady breath, feeling calmer and more prepared now you are in control of your emotions. However, when you open that bathroom door, you're met with the last face you expected to see waiting for you.

“Y/n,” Jackson breathes, seeming relieved.

Your fists are balled up at your sides in an instant, all your calming positivity thrown out the window from just your name on his lips.

Gritting your teeth to keep your cool prevents you from replying.

“I'm so glad you're still here.” He takes a hesitant step towards you.

“Where else would I be, Jackson?” You snap.

He stills, his face falling and eyes suddenly so sad and vulnerable it hurts your heart. The fact you feel guilty for your response has you doubting your feelings, but you push it aside. No, he's the one that's done this, he's taken something you've worked so hard for.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

A bitter laugh escapes you, “you're the last person I need to speak to.”

You try to walk past him but his hand comes out, grabbing your arm gentle but firm, your head snapping back to him.

You realise then this is the first time he's ever touched you, unsure as to why that thought enters your head, you push it aside.

“Y/n, please.” His pleading eyes pull at your heart, as confusion muddles your mind further.

Shrugging out of his grasp and folding your arms across your chest, you say, “you have five minutes.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and closes some distance between you. “Thank you.” He smiles, seeming to ease the tension but maybe he's just smug that you've relented.

“I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye,” he starts and you can't help but scoff at the understatement. He ignores and continues, “but I want you to know that I've refused the promotion.”

Your mouth falls agape. Never in a million years would you have guessed that's what he was about to say. “Why would you do that?”

“Call me crazy,” he takes slow steps towards you, your arms fall at your sides even though you feel more tense than ever, “but I think a promotion should be earned.”

You're still waiting for the punchline but when there's only an inch between you, you look up into his dark eyes, open and honest and find your wilful thoughts faltering.

“You've worked harder than anyone in this company to do that and I've expressed that to our managers. You've not been recognised for all the work and revenue you've bought in for them. If I'm honest, I think you'd be better off elsewhere, but that's not my business.” He holds his hands up, surrendering before you can snap at him again. Only this time, your anger and annoyance has dissipated, left with only awe and bemusement in its place.

Your eyes narrow at him, still unwilling to completely let go of the distrust you hold. He smiles at your suspicion. “Feel free to go in and ask Mark, he is my witness, I'm a man of my word.”

There's a long pause, unwavering eyes on one another in the empty corridor, before he swallows and looks at his feet, shifting awkwardly on the spot.

“Anyway, I just wanted you to know. I'll see you around y/n.”

He starts off towards the exit doors and something inside you rises up, unwillingly to stop this conversation, the words fly out of your mouth, “why are you being so nice, now?”

He turns and smiles sadly, “I've been trying to be nice to you for months.”

Instantly, you're ready to argue but he puts a hand up to stop you, “you assume the worst of me and I'm not really sure why?”

For once you are at a loss for words, thinking back to every conversation you've had recently, could you have misinterpreted him? Or was he right, and you've just been looking for a negative brush to tar him with?

“But you're always so…” you're unsure where to start but decide on the least offensive first, “loud.”

“Did it ever occur to you that perhaps, I'm trying to get you to notice me?”

Your eyes snap across to his, feeling sure you would see the teasing in his eyes and when you don't, you feel more confused than ever. “Well, what about this, you tease me so often I never know when you're serious.”

He takes a step towards you. “I tease you to make you laugh.”

“But what about when you're always showing off?”

Another step closer. “Once again, trying to get you to notice me.”

You're desperately trying to connect a puzzle in your head but the pieces just don't seem to fit.

“But why?”

He laughs, shaking his head at you and swiping a hand through his hair, a move that he makes looks so devastating, your thoughts still. “I like you, y/n, I have since I started working here. I was hoping our fiery banter would turn into something more but…I never realised how much you despised me until tonight.”

A rock of guilt and disappointment lands in the pit of your stomach at his words.

“I'm sorry, truly, I didn't mean for there to be any miscommunication or to have upset you in any way. I should have just been up front and honest sooner,” he explains, making you feel worse.

Standing here looking at him now, how sincere and exposed he is, you realise what an idiot you've been.

The office is always full of laughter when he's around, something you'd assumed was at your expense, but he was aiming for your laughter instead. He was always speaking up in meetings, trying to pitch his ideas, you'd assumed he was talking over you and attempting to prove he's better, but it was all for your attention. Every compliment he'd given you had seemed sarcastic and full of mocking, instead he was just being awkward and unsure of how to communicate with you.

“No,” you say, closing the distance between you, “I was wrong, I read you completely wrong, all due to my own stubborn and selfish thoughts. I'm sorry, Jackson.”

The blush that crept across his cheeks was something you'd never imagined and made him look even more handsome.

A slow melody sounds around you, echoing down from the main function.

He clears his throat and holds out a hand to you. “Could I be so bold as to ask you to dance?”

You hesitate, although you're surprised at how badly you want to. “Here?”

He nods, a breathtaking smirk plays on his lips and needing no more encouragement, you take his hand and let him pull you to him. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you to him as your feet move perfectly in sync, slow and deliberate.

Neither of you say a word for the entire song, just enjoying the closeness, though unexpected and when the music stops so do your feet.

“I always thought you hated me.” You can't help the nervous laughter that escapes as your bodies remain pressed together.

He looks down at you, hooking a finger under your chin, “I'd rather fight with you, than be with anyone else.”

You realise now how serious he is, how much he means everything he's said to you and…much to your surprise, how much you want him too.

Without overthinking or second guessing, you grab the lapels of his blazer and pull him down towards you. He eagerly obliges. Not before cupping your face with gentle hands and touching his lips, softly but assertively to yours.

Your mouths explore each other in a passionate dance, tongues swirling and lips moving together perfectly, until you're both breathless and pulling away, fighting for air.

“You wanna get out of here?” You ask, your core throbbing with an unexplored want.

He nods frantically, pulling out his phone and requesting a cab.

“Come on, 2 minutes.” He takes your hand and pulls you towards the exit but as you leave the main doors and the chilly night air hits you, you remember someone.

“Wait, I need to find Mark.”

“No need, princess,” Mark's voice sounds from behind and you spin to see him casually leaning against the wall. “I'm waiting for a taxi as we speak, you go and have fun.” He winks at you and you resist the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.

“See Mark, I knew I liked you.” Jackson says before leading you back down the steps and to your waiting car.

“Hurt her and I'll break you in half!” Mark calls out and you can't help but laugh, knowing how serious he is.

As Jackson pulls open the door of the cab you slide in, he follows you in quickly and slams the door.

“Your place or mine?” He asks.

“Mine’s closer.” You rattle off your address to the driver, before your mouth is on Jackson’s again.

Feeling needy and eager as his hands explore a pathway down your body, you resist the urge to climb on top of him.

“Did I mention how good you look in that dress?” He whispers against your lips.

“Not really no,” you respond, as your lips make their way down his neck, relishing the way his breath hitches in his throat.

“As soon as I saw you tonight, all I could think of was peeling this off of you.” He grabs at the material around your legs, bunching up to reveal your flesh. His fingers skate slowly up your thigh but he pauses and grabs them instead, letting out a frustrated growl. “I’ve wanted you for so long, these last few moments feel unbearable.”

You feel powerful and confident as you decide to make matters worse for him. Gliding a hand up his muscular thigh until you reach his crotch, you can feel his erection through the fabric of his trousers and you palm at it teasingly. He sucks in a breath and then holds it, biting his bottom lip with pleading eyes aimed at you. Smiling, you have to resist the urge to unzip him right there but the car comes to a stop, much to your relief.

Jackson tips the driver and helps you out of the vehicle.

Grabbing his hand, you race to your front door, fumbling to find your keys in your purse with the other hand. He presses the front of his body against your back, his hands wandering all over you, exploring an urgent pathway that makes you want to melt against him. The click of the lock has you growling with fervour, as you roughly push your way inside your apartment. Spinning, your lips are on his, burning with a passion you've never experienced, as your hands are whipping off his tie and rapidly tackling the button on his trousers. Your hands slide up under his shirt while he clumsily tries to undo the buttons, you however, have no time for that. Ripping open his shirt, and hearing the spray of the buttons as they scatter around your living room floor.

“Sorry.” You whisper breathlessly.

The smile you feel against your mouth tells you he doesn't care one bit, and before you know it, you're stumbling through your bedroom until your back knocks into your dresser.

His hand grasps the back of your knees suddenly, and before you can register, he's scooping your legs up and lifting you onto the wooden top. He glides the material of your dress up and over your head, only briefly breaking the contact between your bodies, before slotting himself in between your legs

His fingers find the hem of your underwear and pull them off quicker than you anticipate, having to hold yourself onto the edge of your dresser.

Your fingers run along the hard muscles of his chest and down his stomach, you're desperate to have him inside you. No thoughts of teasing and drawing this out, you wanted him to quench this unbearable thirst, now.

Reaching inside his briefs, you free his erection from its clothed prison, he's rock hard in your hand and you can't help the desperate whine that escapes you. Lining him up to your entrance, you use your legs to guide him in.

He pulls his lips off you and searches your eyes, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you sure?”

You nod frantically, “please, Jackson, I need you.”

His mouth connects to yours, more hungry and desperate than before and he pushes himself forward slowly, sliding into you and stretching you open.

The resounding groan from the two of you, sounds animalistic and raw. No holding back, just giving in to your feelings and desires.

Watching each other intently, panting with excitement, time seems to slow down. The mood changes around you. Having him in such an intimate manner opens your eyes, seeing him clearer than ever, as if for the first time. You hold his face, pulling him down to you with a kiss that's different, not full of eagerness and impatience, but comfort and understanding.

When he bottoms out in you, he pauses, savouring the moment between you, tongues dancing softly together but it's not long before you find your impatience growing again. With your legs hooked around the back of his, you pull him forward, and grind yourself up against him, willing him to move.

He grunts and gets the message before he's pumping in and out of you in a perfect rhythm, making your heart pound wildly in your chest, so loud you can hear the echo in your ears, thumping away.

He grabs at your bra and pulls it down, freeing your breasts, his hands are on them in an instant, massaging them.

The sound of your dresser squeaking under the movements and pressure beneath you, only turns you on more, at this point, it could collapse under you and you'd still continue on their tirade.

Your hands find his buttocks, squeezing the flesh as you control his movements, wanting him harder and faster, the pressure building up inside at an alarming rate.

You admire his body, toned to perfection, your gaze travelling up to watch his face, as his eyes are solely focused on his dick sliding in and out of you. The groans coming out of him are so sinful it makes you feel hot inside, too hot, like your skin could burn off your body at any minute and as the pressure inside grows intense, you realise you're dangerously close to a very powerful orgasm.

“Just like that,” you gasp, unable to say much more from the pleasure tightening everything and strangling your words.

“You close, baby?” He asks, eyes on your face as you nod. He smiles, looking pleased with himself, “I want to see how pretty you look when you come.” He bites his own lip, as if trying to hold off his own climax. The idea of that is all you need for the pleasure bubble inside you to pop and your body contracts aggressively around him, as you’re blinded by white light.

“Oh, yes.” He whispers, as he holds your face towards him, while he helps you ride out your high. The pulses continue on until they die down and suddenly he's pulling out of you and pumping himself with his hand, until he explodes all over your stomach and chest, leaving white ropes of ecstasy as evidence on your skin.

Leaving your head on his chest, trying to catch your breath, he strokes the skin on your back.

After a few peaceful moments, he places his knuckle under your chin and lifts your head up towards him, planting a tender kiss to your lips.

“Come,” he says, pulling up his trousers and then scooping you up in his arms to take you to your bed.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you can feel the adrenaline leaving your body as you curl up into his side, the last thing you remember is his lips against your forehead.

Opening your eyes, you're met with bright sunlight streaming through your window, you can hardly keep them open. Rolling from your front to your side and feeling for your phone on the bedside table, you check the time. 10.05. Not too late for a Sunday. Glancing down you notice your naked body, as the memories from last night's events come back thick and fast as you sit bolt upright, eyes darting around the room.

“Jackson!” You call out through the ajar bedroom door, wondering if he's somewhere else in the flat.

Silence.

Your stomach sinks slightly. Did you fall for a complete fabrication of feelings for a one night stand? Checking your phone; there's no missed calls or messages from him. Flopping back down on your bed, you pull the sheet over your head, feeling embarrassed and stupid and wanting nothing more than to hide away from the world. How were you going to face him at work tomorrow? Did any of your colleagues see you leave together? The thought churns your stomach, regret starting to seep in, hurting your chest with every new thought or worry.

A noise in the distance distracts you momentarily from the chaotic thoughts using your brain as a roundabout. You sit up, hearing someone moving around in your kitchen, could it be him?

You get out of bed quickly and quietly, pulling on some shorts and a vest, giving yourself a quick check in your mirror, that's when you notice your makeup and other items that neatly sat on your dresser, scattered all over the floor. A flush travels up your neck with the images from last night.

You swallow them down and tiptoe out into the open plan living room and kitchen.

There he stands, dressed in his suit trousers and shirt, at the counter, putting something on a plate, humming quietly to himself. The sight pulls in your chest and you can't help the smile that pulls your mouth as you lean casually against your door frame.

He turns towards you, carrying a tray with what looks like an iced coffee, panini, a plastic bowl of fruit and pancakes. When his eyes notice you, he freezes, his cheeks flush red briefly as he beams at you. A smile so captivating you can't believe you didn't appreciate it before.

“Hi,” you break the silence first.

“Morning,” he says, dreamily, then shaking his head as if to snap himself out of his daze, he adds, “I thought you might like breakfast. I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a selection.” He stands there, seeming awkward, his usual confidence gone.

You walk towards him, taking the tray and placing it on your dining table. “It all looks amazing, and very thoughtful. Thank you, there is something I'd like for breakfast.”

He frowns, bewildered from your actions, as you watch his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. You close any distance between you, playing with his shirt and notice the question in his eyes.

“You.” You reply, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He's on you in an instant, lips dancing hungrily with yours as he lifts you and carries you into the bedroom, leaving your breakfast waiting for when you've stated the hunger you feel for him.

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Devlog #12: Localization Milestone and Key Art

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

LET’S GET TO IT. This month has some localization news, as well as a breakdown on key art! What’s key art? Where do you use it? Can you eat it? Read and find out.

The first pass of the Japanese localization is done and implemented!!! You can play the whole game in Japanese from beginning to end now!!!

The next step now is the localization QA, where the localization team plays the game and makes sure the Japanese script works in context. The team got the script in an excel sheet and I tried my best to give context for scenes where I could, but playing through the game themselves allows them to get The Most Context. All Of The Context. So they can make changes to their localization so it can be the best!!!

That’s it for news. Other things are chugga-chugga-chuggin’ behind the scenes as well, and I can’t wait to share it all with you all!!!

Today’s topic-since-I-don’t-have-much-to-talk-about is: key art!

“Adrienne what on Earth is a ‘key art’” This above is the key art.

More generally (and keep in mind this is my layman self talking, I’m sure you could get a better answer elsewhere, but also you’re here, so you might as well learn something huh???), key art is The Big Art that games (and, I assume, other mediums???) use to show off their style and visuals in things such as store fronts, articles, and other such things. It’s Mario jumping in a cool way with his lil star buddy while the planets are behind him. It’s Kratos and Atreus on a boat. It’s sad Siffrin in the foreground, surrounded by stars, while his friends are having fun in the background. It’s The Art!!! It’s the first thing people see about your game!!! It needs to be cool and represent your game!!!

Here’s some examples of the key art being used for Steam store assets. Itch.io is very kind and asks for like 2 assets, but Steam asks for a whoopin’ 30 assets, all with different sizes and orientations, so it means one of the biggest things your key art should be is MODULAR AS HELL. From a massive 1440x3160 vertical banner to an itty-bitty 231x87 horizontal button (called a capsule, it’s the small banner above, and since it’s usually the first thing you see about a game it is THE MOST IMPORTANT ASSET), your key art needs to be ready for anything!!!

For the prologue, I did not plan for this very well. I learned pretty late in development that store assets for itch.io (and later, Steam) were gonna be a thing I should worry about, so I ended up deciding to use the title card art. Which, like, it worked out.

BUT! I had to redraw Siffrin to make sure their hat and body weren’t weirdly cut out, and had to remake the pixelly gradient like a thousand times for each asset to make sure it wouldn’t hide Siffrin’s face. And that’s without mentioning the hell I went through to make sure the massive title logo would fit. Why did I think “START AGAIN START AGAIN START AGAIN: a prologue” was a good title. It was so hard to make it fit in its entirety every time (because, of course, Steam asks you to show the logo in its entirety in every single asset). Why did I choose this title (I’m a Kingdom Hearts fan and my heart is rotten and thinks long titles are funny)

So since I went through hell with START AGAIN’s store assets, for ISAT I made sure to think about the key art way ahead of time teehee.

Every so often I become an absolute genius so I only had to sketch the key art once, as you can see above. You don’t need to understand it because I do and it’s all that matters. Teehee!

Here's the rough illustration! I made it to block out the shapes, and figure out where that dang logo would go. Once again, reminder: if you have text of any kind, figure out where it goes in the rough stage. Future you will thank you. I also had Siffrin look directly at the camera in this rough stage, and then figured. That it would look sadder. If Siffrin looked emo-ly to the side. I do like the look at the camera though. He Is Looking

To talk about The Meaning very quickly, I wanted to show Siffrin front and center, since the whole story is about them. And I wanted to show the whole party, but clearly separated from Siffrin- Siffrin is stuck in a time loop, feels completely apart from them, and I wanted to show that in the key art! With the expressions too- everyone else is happy or engaged in something, interacting with each other, while Siffrin is in his emo phase. And also stars everywhere. Because of course.

Here are all the layers I used- I made sure to draw them on a vector layer in Clip Studio Paint, which means the lines never become pixelated even if you zoom in a lot! As a side note, the full file for this is 4000x3000, which I thought would be too big, but is actually just the right size for all those dang assets.

I also made sure that Siffrin would look the most detailed, since I knew that while everyone could fit for the bigger pictures, for the itty-bitty small ones (or the extremely horizontal ones), I would only show off Siffrin’s face. MODULAR!!!!!

In the end this key art worked pretty well to make the store assets, but if I could talk to past me I would tell them. Make the circle bg taller so it’d fit the more vertical assets. And find a way to leave more space for the characters in the background. I had to remove them/rotate them/zoom them out very often because Siffrin hides them too much because Siffrin is just too dang big. But that’s still manageable, past me. You did a good job past me

So, TLDR, from my experience, what you need to keep in mind when making your key art is:

-make sure it has enough layers to be able to move things around as needed, but not so many layers that you become lost

-fun art that represents your game and its vibe well

-cool everywhere, but able to get by if you zoom in on one thing (which usually for ISAT’s assets is Siffrin’s face)

-able to work in a vertical and horizontal format and at many different sizes

I hope my key art made people interested enough in the game to try to find out more!!

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#devlog #indie dev #in stars and time #start again start again start again #indie game #reference #video games #sorry if the post breaks i had to format this whole post on my phone. pelease clap

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sanctus-ingenium · 1 year

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answering your asks vol 3

Full context for the Inprnt issue can be found here on this post , tl;dr my shop is closed until I receive my payments from inprnt in a timely manner and essentially won't reopen unless they clean up their act. Regarding the money they owe me outlined in that post, I still have not received it and on Friday I sent a support ticket in to inprnt demanding they send it soon. Haven't heard back since. I think where Inprnt is concerned, it's worth mentioning that they no longer send promotional emails (which used to be a regular occurrence) and there seems to be a complete lack of communication and the only thing about the site that regularly updates is the sale banner (ending soon!!! 🙄)

So honestly I'm of the opinion that the print on demand bubble has burst and that this method of selling art was a very short-lived feature of an internet that doesn't exist anymore. Think about it - I make money on a sale after having spent nothing on promotion, on materials, on postage fees, etc. It's so easy to game the system using bots or stolen art to essentially print free money that I'm shocked it even lasted as long as it did. Maybe I'm wrong but I won't tie myself to another print on demand service that's just going to pull the same old shit redbubble and inprnt have done this year, or one that requires me to constantly promo it like some kind of influencer on instagram or tiktok or whatever.

Will prints come back? I hope so. I am looking into local printing shops and considering the feasibility of handling the process myself but you must understand that if I do that, the price will rise. I won't have the ability to run constant discounts or eat a loss if I order 20 prints and only 7 sell. It is what it is.

And the actual worldbuilding asks below the cut lol:

(referring to this post)

Only if you want to! I've had a few people send me cool sketches and stuff via dms and it's always nice to see but you really shouldn't feel pressured to. After all it's not like I post my rough practice here lol (that goes on patreon ;)

I'm going to be SO real with you right now - I did not consider that at all. However I do know that tinting flames with various chemical compounds was a huge part of alchemy, part of the whole flashy show of it to impress the layperson. So sure, I bet they do throw in copper sulfate or various other chemicals to produce the coloured flames - these make a huge impression on witnesses who might not even have imagined such a thing possible, and also help identify a holy beast at a distance on a battlefield choked with smoke and dive-bombing serpents.

Fun fact, the flames come from the furnace wells, right. Each well is connected to specific systems, where it can most efficiently deliver fuel to the heart and onwards. So it is possible to 'read' the pattern of flame bursts from the furnace slits - they are not constant, but there'll be one every few seconds based on when the furnace tenders excite each well. You can tell at a distance, for example, that Leun is readying an acid spray, or rerouting power to the rear legs for a leap, or even what direction he's turning. It all runs at a slight delay, which is why the crew inside has to be SO closely coordinated.

@absolutely-flabbergasted Knights are allowed to reproduce but not marry, because it's sort of accepted theory that blood relatives of a knight will be 'accepted' by the knight's beast when the time comes. This is not true but it means that sometimes the knight's apprentices are their own children. The other parent is mostly another member of the church and usually not identified or considered important (unless they're a smith...). There are usually a decent number of known knight bastards running about.

Smiths are not allowed to have families or marry, because their first devotion should be to their art or their beast if they are assigned to one. If one tries, the kids are taken away, anonymised with new names, and put into the pool of potential novices in some other stable. Now, in reality some stables or churches are just not that strict and have a slightly different culture, so there's often an Open Secret about some master smith's illegitimate family or a priest's secret mistress. This is tolerated by the authorities to a certain degree but if it becomes too rampant there'll usually be a change of management and some sort of crackdown.

Families who give up their second born cannot stay in contact, but if the child becomes successful in some way (say, if the child becomes a knight) the families are sent tokens symbolising this which can be placed in the family/village shrine. This can be a huge point of pride, with some people faking the tokens just so that they can show off about their successful kids that are totally knight apprentices.

The reason they don't get to stay in touch with their children is due to the secretive nature of the church and its arts. The church has been at war with the neighbouring nations for a long time and only its mastery of engine work has kept it afloat, and nobody wants these secrets to fall into enemy hands. Particularly if your kid goes on to become a scribe, which is if anything an even more closely guarded profession than that of a knight (those engine diagrams don't draw themselves). The laity are usually quite devout and understanding of this. If they aren't, they might attempt to find their child, often without success.

If you want your church kid back: it depends. If you can prove to the church authorities that you need your child's labour to stay afloat or to carry on the family line, they might take that into consideration. Of course, the only children that return are the likes of sweepers, cleaners, altar boys, pages, etc. Nobody who might have witnessed any Secrets. The church is best understood as being in the middle of a cold war for the past few centuries (and sometimes just regular war) so it's far more closely guarded.

@kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water

It's not likely. Even if the ventilation system worked perfectly, he is still from an older generation of holy beasts and no longer represents the pinnacle of the technology. Leun might have a less sophisticated ventilation system but everything else about him is head and shoulders more advanced - including the crew number he can take on. Leun only requires a single enginesmith in the heart, for example. This is because there's more automation of his systems, and he can actually manage to walk home from battle without anybody inside at all, just based on the knight's input (because the throne chamber is open to the air the knights are technically not inside the beasts). It's not preferable (it can damage the systems) but it is a huge bonus.

Think about how in the early days of commercial aviation, there could be as many as eight people working on the flight deck. In the 60s, a 3-person crew was standard; captain, first officer, and flight engineer. Today there are only two pilots needed. This is down to increased automation, and it means that it is cheaper to fly the plane - the airline has to hire fewer pilots, 'flight engineer' is a nonexistent role these days, and that means you need to train fewer people, have fewer people on call, feed fewer people etc etc. It is cheaper for the church to run Leun than it is to run Krokodilos and even though the church is wealthy, the money and resources are not infinite. Especially now, in times of plague. Leun, for all everybody sings his praises, is basically a reskinned Pantera with better systems - again, cutting costs, because now we can get all of Pantera's old enginesmiths to work on him instead of having to train up new ones on a brand new and wholly unique platform. It's as much a matter of logistics as it is innovation and technology.

#info asks #setting: mez #fun asks this time round .. thank you everyone <3

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sitp-recs · 7 months

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Fandom creators self rec game! Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.

Hello beloved! It’s always a privilege to see you in my inbox, thank you so much for this lovely ask and apologies for taking two centuries to reply lol this was a quite emotional trip down memory lane for me - I couldn’t decide whether to go with rec lists or single recs (oof I haven’t written one in so long 🥲) because they’re both so different and special in their own way. In the end I’m gonna do lists because I think they’re generally more helpful and popular! I’ve been going through a creative / fandom slump for a while now, so this was great encouragement as it made me look back at my own recs with joy and kindness. Thank you babes 💜

1. I actually still love the Drarry for Beginners series! Fun story, I wasn’t very confident about it at first - I was getting many requests for a classics rec list back then but I don’t really vibe with the “MUST read these or you’re not a valid fandom member” mentality so I tried to come up with a different format that felt more like an invitation than a lecture. I think I found a good balance of well known fics and hidden gems, so I’m very proud of that. Also, the banners looked really good! Especially the redemption arc and the Muggle!Draco AU ones if I do say so myself.

2. The Hidden Gems series is also one of my most precious babies - it took me a long time to plan it out, read all fics and prepare the small blurbs for each one and I really love how it came across, the authors I chose to highlight, and the fact that I was able to mix Drarry and rare pairs. I remember getting an ask back in the day that accused me of only reccing my friends (anon really overestimated my network size 🤣), they could have at least checked the hidden gem series before going for public embarrassment lol there’s so much to explore there, and I really wanna come back to it one day to finalize the second edition that I started posting in 2022. Hopefully this year!

3. 35 Romantic Shorts: my heart is so very soft for this one, not only because the ever generous @bluebutter-art has let me use her stunning art for the banner, but I’m also such a passionate champion of short form and I feel like this list really embraced the concept and delivered great recs. I’m not a fluff gal by any standards so this was a nice exercise finding the softest, most romantic and soothing reads that made my heart beat faster. It would be lovely to go back and maybe add a couple more lists with new shorts, or alternatively make new lists for medium-length and long fics. So many ideas, so little time!

4. It feels like a lifetime ago but I’m still very fond of my “smutty recs week” that I made to celebrate one of my first followers milestone. Ahh the nostalgia! All lists can be found here and include a wide variety of themes and kinks like voyeurism, dirty talk, gang bang and others. Those banners are some of my favourites too, they turned out very sassy and clever if I do say so myself. I had so much fun with them! I gotta find the time to sit down and update some of those lists with newer treats!

5. Now highlighting something more recent (from Feb 2023… LOL) I’m super proud of my Rare Pair Romance list for Valentine’s Day. It was a great chance to compile (most of) my favorite rare pair fics in one place and include different ships and tropes. I’m always looking for an excuse to rec het pairings which I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so this was the perfect way to do it.

#asks #wow this got long #my fave rec lists #15 years later but I’m finally posting this lol #ily tacky 🐯

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mais-nerdy-corner · 2 years

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𝕬 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊: 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 𝕬𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖒 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: From an unacquainted grandparent, an abductor's ex-assistant, to the First Sage of Buer, the twins met various people on a fateful day.

Pairing: Alhaitham x Female! Reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Note: Slight changes have been made to Alhaitham's banner as he has his own stickers now :)

The atmosphere at the Grand Bazaar is always hustling and bustling because of many people active there. Among them were Nilou and the Scribe's daughters, Aqilah and Afiyah.

On that day, they agreed to meet to shop for clothes with Nilou saying 'their clothes are unvaried'. Stopping at a stall, Nilou and Afiyah browsed through their options while Aqilah awkwardly stood on the sidelines.

"What do you think of this one, Afiyah?" Nilou asked.

"That's pretty. Aqilah, what about this one?"

"It suits you, Afiyah."

Nilou noticed the older twin who had pushed herself aside. She asked, "Aren't you going to look for some new clothes, Aqilah?"

"No thanks. I'm happy with the clothes I already have."

"Oh, do you want me to pick some out for you?"

"No."

"Do you want Afiyah to pick them out for you?"

"No thank you."

Nilou grumbled a bit, today should be the day they all have fun, not just the two of them. Suddenly an idea popped up in her mind.

"Now this, I'm finally happy with."

The three girls walked back to the Zubayr Theater stage with their goodies in hand. It was what Aqilah expected, but what she didn't expect was that she would also carry one herself.

"I can't believe you told the shop owner to pick out a outfit for me. I specifically told you that I'm happy with my own clothes and I didn't want to buy anything. The fact that you told her behind my back doesn't make it any better," she protested.

"Well, you didn't tell me not to ask the owner. So, that's on you. I played you at your own game. Plus, it never hurts to try on the clothes the shop owner chose," Nilou reasoned.

"..."

"...You're right. You got me there, well played."

Nilou smiled in victory as Afiyah giggled at the sight of her sister's sense of defeat. She saw several people moving crates into a shop, which seemed to be in full swing.

"Hey, looks like a new shop is opening. Do you want to check it out?" Nilou asked.

"No thanks. Besides, it looks like someone is already waiting for us."

They then saw a familiar figure waiting in front of the Zubayr Theater stage.

"Ah, there you are, my lovelies! I was looking for you two. Have you two finished shopping? I need you to come with me."

"Uncle Kaveh...! Good to see you again."

The younger twin ran over to the Palace of Alcazarzaray's architect and gave him a hug, with the Zubayr Theater dancer and her older twin sister following behind.

"Looking for us? Is it something urgent, Uncle Kaveh?" Aqilah questioned.

"Umm, I'll leave that to your judgement... Anyway, there’s someone I’d like you two to meet."

Aqilah and Afiyah looked at each other, wondering who were they meeting. Nilou quickly took note of the situation saying, "Well, I suppose this is the end of our shopping trip. It's nice to hang out with you again."

"Mm-hm! Thanks for accompanying us, Auntie Nilou."

Wait.

What...

What did Afiyah call Nilou just now?

Auntie. ᴀᴜɴᴛɪᴇ. 𝓐𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓮. ǝıʇun∀

"..."

"...H–How many times do I have to remind you two? Just call me Nilou, no need to add 'Aunt' or 'Auntie', just Nilou. Or you can also call me Miss Nilou like the others do," Nilou said, clearly flustered.

Aqilah has walked away as Afiyah smiled back at her before running to catch up with her. Kaveh left a message before leaving himself.

"We can't deny the fact that we're aging, Nilou. Enjoy it while it lasts."

Approaching the two story building, Aqilah and Afiyah still stared in awe even after visiting the architect's house several times. The wooden beams added a nice contrast to the white walls, complemented by gold accents, some red and greenery.

"Are these hanging planters a new addition? I don't remember seeing them on our last visit..." Afiyah wondered.

"Ah! Well spotted. Yes, they are new. I plan to put red flowers in them but the florist said they aren't available. Huh, what a pity..."

Kaveh led them into the living room, where they found a man observing objects the architect stored in a glass display cabinet.

"Is this a picture of your magnum opus, Kaveh? The Palace of Alcazarzaray?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. That's the one, the exact same one that caused me to be in debt..." Kaveh answered, his voice trailing off at the end of his sentence ending with a sigh.

"Ohohoho, it's alright, Kaveh. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, look on the bright side. You managed to recover from your situation. I would be more embarrassed if I couldn't repay my debt within fifteen years."

"Ugh, I just love the way you think, Mr. Isamu. You are absolutely correct!"

Kaveh then realized that he's been ignoring the two girls he invited over, with Afiyah innocently blinking and Aqilah giving him the death stare.

"Uhh... Sorry about that, girls... Come, have a seat."

The twins sat across from the man believed to be Mr. Isamu, while Kaveh sat beside him.

"Aqilah, Afiyah, this is Mr. Isamu. He's a historian and importer from Liyue. He came to Sumeru for a visit and I offered him to stay at my house as a guest," he introduced.

Mr. Isamu smiled at them and they nodded back. He has a warm aura around him, which strangely made Aqilah and Afiyah comfortable even though he was a complete stranger.

"Ah! How foolish of me, I have guests! Excuse me, Mr. Isamu. I'll go make some tea. You guys talk in the meantime," Kaveh said, excusing himself.

After he left, the atmosphere in the room was silent and very awkward. Aqilah and Afiyah were confused on what to talk about with Mr. Isamu.

'A historian from Liyue...' they both thought at the same time.

"Aqilah... and... Afiyah, was it?"

"Y–Yes, sir..." Aqilah stammered.

"Now, now, you don't need to be so formal. Tell me, do you have an idea of who I really am?" he said.

"We do... But, we try not to get our hopes up..." Afiyah took turns answering.

"Well, how about I tell you this to confirm your preconceptions?"

All their attention was focused on Mr. Isamu. They prepared themselves to hear his answer. Seeing the movement of his lips and hearing his voice, their eyes were slightly widened and their mouths slightly gaping.

"I am your grandfather."

"Come on, Grandpa! Come on!"

After their meeting and their conversation at the Palace of Alcazarzaray's architect's house, they headed to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to meet Nahida. As they made their way up the steep path, Afiyah excitedly ran while Aqilah and Mr. Isamu walked.

"Slow down, Afiyah. You know that Grandfather wasn't as fit as he was when he was younger," Aqilah said.

"It's alright, Aqilah. Let her be, let her enjoy her youth. You too, enjoy your youth."

"Yes, Grandfather."

They went to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to discuss more about Zaleos and the Isles of Etsumi, since all the knowledge is kept with Mr. Isamu.

(Flashback)

"So you've met the God of Wisdom in person?"

Afiyah smiled at her sister before looking back at her grandfather, keeping the smile on her face.

"That's true," Aqilah said.

"We've been having weekly study sessions with her, researching and discussing our theories on Zaleos and the Isles of Etsumi," Afiyah added.

"Since now you're here, would you like to go meet her?"

(Flashback ends)

Standing before the large door, Afiyah was about enter as per usual. But her way was blocked by her sister's outstretched arm.

"Halt. She has guests over. We shouldn't just enter at will," Aqilah said.

"Then, what should we do? Grandpa is here already, we can't just turn around."

"It's alright, you two. My time in Sumeru is still long, we can come back tomorrow. Come on."

Aqilah and Afiyah looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They were about to reluctantly leave the Sanctuary of Surasthana, when all of a sudden a voice popped into their head.

"I can hear your voices from behind the door. Come on in."

They both turned around, the younger twin slightly more excited than the older twin. Mr. Isamu seemed a little confused by the voice that also appeared in his head.

"Did... Did you two hear that? Was that...?"

"Mm-hm, that's her. Let's go."

(Inside the Sanctuary of Surasthana)

"Excuse us!"

Afiyah leisurely walked into the Sanctuary of Surasthana with Aqilah and Mr. Isamu following behind. Reaching the center, they saw that Nahida was with two other people.

"Hello, you two. Is it time for our study session?" she asked.

"We're not here for that, Nahida," Aqilah said.

The Dendro Archon wondered what the Scribe's older twin daughter meant, until she looked at the person behind them.

"Oh! You must be their grandfather. It's nice to finally meet you! I hope you don't mind me borrowing your scroll and dictionary their father had gifted me."

"Not at all, Lesser Lord Kusanali...! As long as I can share knowledge with others, I don't mind."

"Please, just call me Nahida. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Isamu, m'lady."

Aqilah and Afiyah felt like they were a third wheel seeing their grandfather's closeness with the Dendro Archon, even though they had just met. So did the two people who spoke to Nahida earlier.

Come to think of it, why did they seem so familiar? Blonde hair, fiery-gold eyes, and a white haired floating companion... Where had the twins heard of them? Hmm...

"Oh! I almost forgot about it! I forgot to introduce you to each other. Aqilah, Afiyah, this is the Traveler and Paimon. They were one of the people who saved me from the Sages," Nahida said.

"I thought so. Nice to meet you," said Aqilah briefly.

On the other hand, Afiyah had more to say, "It's nice to finally meet you. I want to thank you so much for saving Nahida from the previous Sages. It means a lot to us and the people of Sumeru."

"O–Oh...! Y–You're welcome...! It's been a while since Paimon hear something like this..." the floating companion said.

Afiyah giggled at the Traveler's cute floating friend. The First Sage of Buer seemed preoccupied with their thoughts, feeling a sense of familiarity with the two girls. They were sure that they had never met them, but still why?

"Traveler."

A voice suddenly popped into the Traveler's head, causing them to look at the owner herself, Nahida.

"I know what you're thinking. Do you want me to give you an answer to your curiosity?"

The Traveler nodded. "Please do," they said.

"Hehe, alright then. Just so you know, they are Alhaitham's daughters."

The Traveler's eyes widened, and this didn't go unnoticed by the older twin.

"You told them something didn't you, Nahida?" Aqilah asked.

"Hehe, I don't know. May~be," teased the Dendro Archon.

"Huh? Were you two having a secret conversation just now? Ugh, how many times has Paimon told you? Let her in on it!"

Nahida laughed as the Traveler apologized and whispered something to their floating companion's ear.

"Wait! So you're saying... that they're Alhaitham's—"

The Traveler quickly covered Paimon's mouth with their hand, but it seemed that their efforts were too late.

"If that's what you call whispering, you've done such a terrible job at it," Aqilah said.

"Oh, um... Yeah, Paimon's been told that..."

Suddenly, a sense of familiarity clicked in Paimon's mind.

'Huh? Wait... Why does Paimon feel like she had this conversation before?'

Paimon then recalled the time when they had been invited to Alhaitham's house.

(Flashback)

"You...! You don't understand anything! Stop criticizing my taste in decoration!"

Kaveh walked away after another bickering session with Alhaitham. He seemed rather upset as he seclude himself in a room, completely forgetting about the painting he was trying to put up.

'Kaveh seems to be upset again...' thought the Traveler.

"Paimon can't tell which of them is more problematic... Let's just get this over with and leave..."

"I blame your curiosity, Paimon..."

Alhaitham who heard Paimon's words didn't hesitate to comment, "You whisper very loudly."

"Oh, um... Yeah, Paimon's been told that..."

(Flashback ends)

'Huh, so it's true! They really are similar to each other,' Paimon concluded.

"Wait, so you know our father?" Afiyah asked.

"Of course they do! Now that everyone's familiar with each other, how about you all go out and have a chat? Me and Mr. Isamu have something to discuss."

(Outside the Sanctuary of Surasthana)

"How did you come to know of my father?"

"Huh?"

The Traveler and Paimon were a little dumbfounded by the older twin's question, given she was not one to talk.

"How did you first meet my father? What was the first impression you got from him?" Aqilah asked again.

"Well at first, Paimon thought he was a pretty smart guy. But over time, he's even more annoying than Paimon thought! Paimon even wondered how someone like him could become an Acting Grand Sage at that time..."

"Hah, I've heard of that crazy story," Aqilah said.

"So how did it go?" Afiyah took turns asking.

The Traveler recounted everything they experienced during the time Alhaitham became the Acting Grand Sage. At the climax of the story, Afiyah started tearing up towards the end.

"So, all of that... was done because they wanted to get rid of Father...? In what way? By what means...? What did Father do to deserve this...?"

The Traveler and Paimon were stunned to see the Scribe's younger daughter shedding tears. Aqilah took out her handkerchief from her pocket and gave it to Afiyah, who murmured a soft 'thank you' to her sister.

"Sorry... Afiyah gets sensitive whenever we talked about our father, especially with things like this. Though I'm not the most fond of him, at least this is the only thing I can be proud of," Aqilah said.

The Traveler and Paimon could only stare at each other. Their relationship must be very... complicated.

Not long after, Mr. Isamu came out of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"Well that was an insightful discussion. A— Oh... What happened? Why is Afiyah crying? Did you talk about something sad just now?"

They were silent, unsure of what to say. Mr. Isamu put his hands on his granddaughter's shoulders and said, "It's alright, Afiyah. It's completely alright to cry over something, you are human after all. Humans have emotions and even though I don't know what you guys are talking about, you have every right to do so."

Afiyah began to calm down, wiping away the remaining tears and smiling after hearing her grandfather's comforting words.

"Now then, how about we take a look at the new shop I opened?"

"Wait, this must be the shop Auntie Nilou was talking about earlier."

Aqilah, Afiyah, the Traveler, Paimon and Mr. Isamu were in front of a new shop situated in the Grand Bazaar. The shop's foreign name caught the Traveler and Paimon's attention.

"Etsumian Goods... Doesn't sound like anything familiar in Paimon's head. We've been to many places in Teyvat like Dragonspine, the Golden Apple Archipelago, the Chasm, heck even Enkanomiya and yet this name feels so foreign. Mr. Isamu, is this a new shop or do you have other branches with the same name?" Paimon said.

"I'm glad you asked, Paimon. You see, the Isles of Etsumi's biggest export are its gemstones. Our gemstones are in high demand among people across Teyvat, but are more often sold by shops not affiliated with the Isles of Etsumi. This is our first independently run shop. Now, there is one thing you need to know about gemstones from the Isles of Etsumi that set them apart from other gems. Unlike other gemstones in general, where you know the type the moment you mine it, the Isles of Etsumi's gemstones takes time to develop the color. Give it a few days and its milky white base will turn to the most stunning of colors," Mr. Isamu explained.

Suddenly, he decided to add an interesting story to his explanation, "As a matter of fact, that bracelet you are wearing, Aqilah, is made of precious stones from the Isles of Etsumi. I remember commissioning a jeweler from there as your mother's birthday present. Seeing its condition, it seems that your mother rarely wears it and keeps it well for other purposes."

Aqilah's eyes widened hearing her grandfather's words. Her attention was immediately drawn to the jewelery on her wrist.

"Is that true, Grandfather? This bracelet... belonged to my mother?"

"Of course, I remember it all too well. It was a gift for her eleventh birthday but I commissioned it when your mother was younger," said Mr. Isamu.

Unknowingly, Aqilah's hand came closer to her chest while she caressed the gem on the bracelet as if it was the dearest thing she own. Meanwhile, Afiyah's mind is still stuck on the mysterious color changing of the Isles of Etsumi gemstones.

"Grandpa, how is it possible?" Afiyah asked out of curiosity.

"I'm not entirely sure. It has always been that way since the moment we discovered it. Some say that it is the result of Zaleos' powers when she created the islands. I can't give you an exact answer, Afiyah."

The Traveler and Paimon who had been listening to their conversation from the start were confused by another new name that was brought up, the Isles of Etsumi.

"The Isles of Etsumi?! We've been all over Teyvat but we just heard about this place. Where is it located? Paimon can't believe we missed this place!" Paimon said.

"Well, it's only natural if you miss the Isles of Etsumi. Because, it doesn't exist on the general map of Teyvat. Only maps made by the people there suggest its existence."

"It what?! Does this mean that even Alice doesn't know of the Isles of Etsumi? Ugh, Paimon's running out of brain juice... Quick, Traveler! Paimon needs something really tasty to restore her brain juice!"

"Haha, don't worry Paimon. There's must something in our shop that can help you with that. Come on in."

(Inside the shop)

Paimon's eyes roamed around, in search of something edible to eat. There were gemstones everywhere, in all sorts of colors. Paimon was about to give up until she settled on a part of the shop.

"Ooh! Paimon like the looks of these! Oh wait... umm, are these edible?"

Mr. Isamu caught up with the floating companion to see what she had found, the candy display.

"Of course they are. Our kohakutou and rock candy may look like crystals, but they are perfectly edible. Would you like some tea to accompany your sweets?"

Suddenly, a shop worker approached Mr. Isamu. "Your– Ehem, Mr. Isamu. I don't mean to be rude but, who are these people?" he asked.

"They are special customers. Please, whatever they choose, it will be free of charge. I will compensate for the loss."

Elsewhere in the shop, the Traveler and Afiyah looked at the supposedly 'color changing' gemstones. They are wrapped up with parchment paper and placed in wooden crates.

"Are you interested in our 'mystery' stones, Traveler? You can choose whatever you like and we will wrap it up for you."

The Traveler was startled by Mr. Isamu's sudden appearance. "I'm just having a look," they said.

Paimon came over with her goodies, she looked so happy she could probably eat all of them in one sitting.

"Hey! Are you done yet? Paimon's got all her goodies and Paimon can't wait to eat them! Also, there should be enough for you and your sibling."

"Oh right! You have a sibling, don't you? Then here," Mr. Isamu paused as he picked two random 'mystery' stones and gave them to the Traveler, "Have these. And don't worry, they're on the house."

After saying goodbye and seeing the Traveler off, Aqilah, Afiyah and Mr. Isamu went for a walk on the streets of Sumeru City. Afiyah and Mr. Isamu walked in front with Aqilah trailing behind. She seemed a bit preoccupied with her thoughts as Aqilah continued to hold the bracelet on her wrist.

Afiyah seemed to notice that her sister was slowly getting left behind.

"Aqilah? Is everything alright?" she asked as she turned around.

Afiyah's questioning snapped Aqilah out of whatever she was feeling/thinking.

"...Yes, of course. Don't mind me, I'm fine."

"...If you say so."

Afiyah turned around and continued walking with Mr. Isamu. But soon, she heard a loud crash that made her turn around again. Along with the sound, Afiyah realized Aqilah's disappearance.

"Aqilah?" she called out. "Where did she go?"

"The sound came from over there. Let's go find her," Mr. Isamu said.

The two of them went around Sumeru City before finding Aqilah behind a building, tackling a middle-aged woman.

(Later, at Puspa Café)

Aqilah, Afiyah, Mr. Isamu and the women sat down at a table outside of Puspa Café. Mr. Isamu drank his coffee, Afiyah looked worriedly at Aqilah, while she stared intently at the woman who was silent.

"So you're not going to talk, are you? Don't you realize that you're making things more difficult for yourself? Speak up, or we're going to have some problems," the older twin spoke with venom in her voice.

Mr. Isamu was about to tell Aqilah to go easy on the women, but Afiyah held him back. She knew when her sister was angry, she was really angry.

Aqilah scoffed when the woman remained silent. She slammed her hands on the table, shocking those around her.

"Let me get this straight: You think it's normal for a stranger to follow two sisters and their grandfather around Sumeru City? Well you are gravely mistaken. You better give us an explanation, because you have no right to remain silent."

The atmosphere was tense, but it wasn't long before the woman finally spoke up.

"We aren't exactly strangers. I know you, to some extent," she said.

Her words shocked the three of them, however Aqilah was more amused.

"Oh? How so?"

"..."

"...I don't know if this will ring a bell. But just so you know, my name is Najwa."

Hearing that name suddenly made Aqilah's head spin. As she held her head, Aqilah thought back to the time she visited the Bimarstan.

(Flashback)

Aqilah came to the Bimarstan after getting an invitation from Golshan. They sat outside to talk over tea.

"Why did you ask me to come here, Aunt Golshan? You know I'm too old for my usual medical check-up."

"You're right. You are too old for such things. Sorry, I just wanted to see you. So how are you?"

(A little while later)

"Aunt Golshan. I know you've told the story of my mother's death several times, but there's something that intrigues me. Is there something you haven't told me?"

Aqilah's question made Golshan speechless as she put down her tea cup. After a moment of contemplation, Golshan couldn't help but have to tell it.

"Everything I've told you before has something to do with you, so what I'm going to tell you is a little personal to me. Back when I was an intern doctor, I had a senior named Najwa. She is truly the most wonderful and smartest person I have ever met, and I look up to her. Until, she decided to leave Sumeru. I didn't know for what reason at first, but after finding out during the kidnapping incident of your mother, I felt betrayed. It turns out that all this time, she has been working with..."

(Flashback ends)

"You... You're the one that Aunt Golshan told me about... You were the one that helped that psycho of a Fatui Harbinger... You are one of the reasons why my sister and I can't meet our mother...!"

Aqilah had risen from her seat and Afiyah went to comfort her, with tears flowing and emotions uncontrollable. Mr. Isamu, who had been silent and listening all along, had connected the dots.

"So, your mother... isn't here anymore, is she? Turns out I was right," he said.

Afiyah, who was on the floor with Aqilah, looked up at her grandfather.

"So, Grandpa, you knew all along?" she asked.

"I had a hunch, but I needed something to confirm it. I noticed your mother's lack of presence. No wonder Aqilah was talking in past tense earlier..."

Aqilah, now calmer, wiped away her tears and had something to say, "We can take you to her grave later. But for now, we must deal with this woman."

"..."

"I came here to apologize but I don't know how to approach you. I understand that a simple apology won't forgive the sins I have committed, but at least I have tried. I did what he said because I was scared. I was afraid he would harm my family. He has helped me and my family in the past, and the least I could do to repay him was to work for him. I knew it was wrong, but I've never felt more guilty when I heard about your mother's death."

(A flashback that's written from Najwa's POV)

I had told Lord Dottore that I would be staying in Sumeru for a few days to visit my family, with the agreement that I 'should be back soon'. He has left Sumeru to return to the motherland accompanied by several Fatui soldiers.

Was I so convincing that he agreed to let me stay here a little longer? Well, I am not lying either since I stayed at my family's house, but it was a lot shorter.

As I was walking on the streets of Sumeru City wearing my long cloak, I quickly hid behind a building when I heard a crowd of people coming. When I took a peek to see what was going on, there seemed to be a funeral procession.

'Huh, it's just a funeral procession,' I thought.

That's the first thing I thought, I thought it was just a normal one. But I was so wrong. The General Mahamatra also attended the funeral, and another thing...

'It's that guy...! I made eye contact with him when escaping from Lord Dottore's secret laboratory.'

(Flashback and Najwa's POV ends)

"How could I ever forget those distinct gray hair and striking light turquoise eyes? They were so soulless that day, constantly reminding me of the sins I had committed. Not only have I helped take someone's life, but also taken someone who is loved by others."

The three bereaved fell silent, allowing the woman to continue speaking.

"So, I... I deeply apologize for the loss. I won't expect that you will forgive me but I will do anything to get your forgiveness. Whether it's punishment, money or even my life I will–"

"Enough."

Afiyah, Mr. Isamu and Najwa were a little surprised by Aqilah's interruption. She sat back in her chair and propped her head up.

"Killing you will not bring my mother back. It's useless," she said.

The three of them fell silent. Aqilah was right, it is indeed useless.

"However, there is one thing you can do to earn my forgiveness."

"What is it? Please, tell me! Like I said, I would do anything!"

It was Aqilah's turn to be silent, and this made Afiyah and Mr. Isamu worried. They didn't know what punishment Aqilah would give, and how brutal it would be. When she was about to give her final answer, they were nervous.

"Keep living, and do good. If I catch you doing otherwise, I will not hesitate to kill you."

They were stunned once again, but also proud and relieved. Najwa was even moved to tears.

"Oh, thank goodness... Don't worry, Aqilah. I swear with my life to keep your promise."

[Author's Note]: I had to re-do the last part because of the not so good internet connection. But hey, it's finally done! *cue the author's celebration dance* 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Publication date: February 20th 2023

Taglist: @sunsethw4 @elernity @luningningtala @qaiserarchive @ceylestia

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 6 months

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Chapter one Chapter ten My master list

Title: Chapter nine

Word Count: 927

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

Welcome to Rolling Stone! We’ve all been really excited to finally get you guys here!

Eddie: Thank you for having us!

Robin: This is amazing, I’ve read Rolling Stone for so long, so it’s awesome to have our own interview in here.

Steve: Thank you for this.

Chrissy: Such an amazing opportunity, thank you for having us.

From playing in a garage to selling out Madison Square Garden in just over 18 months, that’s quite something. How does it feel?

Steve: It’s insane how quickly this has all happened. It’s been a whirlwind. I feel like we’ve come so far and I’m incredibly proud of us all for it.

Chrissy: It started as just something fun for us to do a couple of times a week and then we started playing more and more gigs and I’m thinking “holy shit this could actually go somewhere” and now I’m about to play a sold out MSG with 3 of my best friends.

Robin: It feels surreal that this is happening to us, and so quickly.

Eddie: Little 10-year-old me is screaming at this. I dreamed of this for so long so for it to be finally happening is immense.

Are you all excited?

Eddie: I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited over anything in my life.

Steve: I just can’t wait to get out on that stage. It’s going to be amazing.

Robin: I’ve got so much nervous energy I don’t think I’ve stopped moving since we found out. I’m just ready to take it on now.

Chrissy: The most excited! I’ve not stopped talking about it to everyone who’ll listen to me. I’ve got us all special outfits and everything.

How did the band get together?

Chrissy: Me and Robin got talking and had the idea to start playing together.

Eddie: Then Chrissy came to me with the idea of starting a band when we were writing one evening.

Steve: Robin asked me to join seeing as they didn’t know any other drummers and that’s how The Spitfires came to be.

Now rumour has it that there are two couples in the band, can anyone confirm?

Eddie: Okay, so I’ve actually been dying to talk about this. We’ve discussed this as a band and how to approach these rumours we’ve been seeing. I am actually in a very happy relationship with our ridiculously attractive and talented drummer. We’ve been together for a few months and it’s going really well. He’s certainly a keeper.

Whilst he’s saying all of this Eddie is looking at Steve with the fondest expression on his face, mirrored by Steve himself. It’s clear these two are IT.

Robin: And me and Chrissy have been together since the band started basically. I mean, look at her, how did I of all people get to say such a thing of beauty is my girlfriend?

How did that happen?

Chrissy: So I was a cheerleader, Robin was in band and I sat next to her on the bus to an away basketball game, we got talking, I asked her on a date, and it just went from there.

Eddie: Mine and Steve’s story is a lot less PG than that, I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to print it so we’ll leave it there.

Your self-titled album is getting rave reviews from across the board, talk us through the process.

Robin: It actually happened kinda quickly. We’d been speaking about an album for a while but never really knew how we would go about getting it done.

Chrissy: Then my mom [“We love you, Rach” is shouted by Munson.] just booked us a studio and that forced our hand basically.

Steve: Eds called in a favor from someone we went to school with and we suddenly had a producer for the album too.

Eddie: A load of practice and a few very late nights later, it was ready. We can't believe how well it's been received if I'm honest. It's like wow.

Can we expect another one in the near future?

Steve: Oh, absolutely! We've been talking about it. We want to get this tour finished and take a couple weeks vacation before we hit the studio, but it is written and we are working on the songs so worry not.

Eddie: Not to give any spoilers, but it’s going to be better than our first.

Robin: It’s going to have a different feel to our first that’s for certain.

You must have been really busy these last couple of years, has such a busy schedule left you with a lot of time for relaxing?

Eddie: Not really no. Between the band, gigs, and working until recently, there hasn’t been a lot of time for fun.

Steve: Yeah it’s probably a really good job we’re all in relationships with each other, it means we can actually see our partners.

Robin: We try our hardest to relax but it can be difficult.

Chrissy: We wouldn’t change a thing though, it’s been a wild ride.

Eddie: Oh yeah, I’d do it again in a heartbeat, especially with my Stevie by my side.

So, what’s next for The Spitfires?

Eddie: World domination, obviously. [Munson cackles.]

Chrissy: We want to continue what we’ve been doing. Selling out venues and getting our music out there for everyone to hear.

Robin: Some time off for sure! But yeah, maybe a stadium tour next! That would be so cool.

Check out The Spitfires self titled album out now, read the next issue for a review of the Madison Square Garden show.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #buckingham #smut #tw smut #tw alcohol

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★ PINNED POST

Puff / Holmes / The Great Detective / whatever else ★ They / them (or she/her, nbd really) ★ Proud owner of the most insane Klavier headcanon(s) ★ This is a sideblog! ★ Associated with my friend @purpleleavesday whom I make up nonsense with ★ tagging "#dgs2 spoilers"

I'm very chatty, so assorted trivia is below the Read More, as to not turn my bio into an eyesore. Will be updated as relevant!

Total time spent in the Attorney Mines...

When I say I've been enjoying these games since I was a kid, however it's a bit false to say I've been playing them that long. I've more been watching them be played, until now, as well as observing the lawyer yaoi on my dash. This series has been a massive part of my life for about as long as I can recall, I just... Didn't quite play them until recently. I'm new-ish but I feel like it's important to point out that I really have been here a while, in spirit.

Klavier headcanons..?

There's about two total, the one in my URL, and one I'm moreso sworn into secrecy over. The one in my URL is... It's very important to me. If you see Klavier on this blog, please read him in a goofy Australian accent. My brother does voice stuff, and when we were reading for Ace Attorney, he just turned Australian and I can't unhear it.

Sholmes kinning you..?

Yeah, so... He just like me. Same poses, same catchphrases, detective as a gender and not a profession, big yellow-ish coat. Most damningly, I do unfortunately represent myself through a funny little bunny, and have since I was a small child, and it's literally just the Sholmes bunny. I'm so serious and I could prove it. Most importantly, I've been doing all this for years. It's literally just how I act! And almost always have! What! I joke about kinning him (or, in this case, being kinned by him) but it's just in good fun.

You look familiar...

HI. YOU GOT ME. Yes, it's Puff, your silly rabbit and right hand arm man. Sorry to all my main blog oomfies to which I did NOT announce this to, but hi, enjoy your stay!

Dear fellow, what in the world is happening in your icon?

Gonna make this quick or I'm gonna start crying laughing again. I sometimes use 3D models as reference, and a friend was helping me clean / rig the Sholmes model rip I had and... When he sent me the file, he did something wrong by accident..? And Sholmes ended up looking SO joyous, but he strictly did NOT do that on purpose like I thought, so we both ended up crying real tears over it. Therefore, I'm using that as a base for my icon while I work on a better one.

Mutuals* can...

By mutuals, I mean followers, really, but feel free to ask for my main if you're unsure or otherwise reach out! I don't have a lot else going on (I started playing Ace Attorney because I'm too injured for my other hobbies so any distraction is very welcomed) and am willing to chat, as long as you don't mind the fact I'm maybe a little Insane :')

Tags to acquaint yourself with

I don't keep many, but my save tag is "#case notes", my catch-all art tag is "#the deduction of art", my tag for polls is "#I can’t make bricks without clay", my talking tag is "#a study in screaming", and my asks tag is "#consultations"! Will be updating this later as necessary

The banners...

First off! No interest in men. I like to make jokes, but they're just that! I've called Kazuma "dreamy" more times than I can recall, but legit I do not mean it outside an objective context. I don't mean to be needlessly hostile, but the second is to preemptively warn off weirdos! If you're going to be Nasty or Weird (especially about characters who are minors) then please see yourself out! If you're "proship" or whatever, I don't have much interest in welcoming you to my blog.

#putting this up now so i stop getting scared (i hope)#WAVES

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cjwritesforyou · 5 months

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Sam's Journey - 5

Max had been going every day now. Sam would wake up and find him already gone. While he went and worked on his magic in the forest outside of town, he would pass them talking. She seemed to have warmed up.

“Have you even asked her name?” Sam asked one night.

“Elizabeth,” Max said.

“Her name’s Elizabeth?”

“But I call her Liz.”

“You’re that close already?”

“There’s nothing else to do but talk. There aren’t any travelers, either.”

“But she won’t join us?”

“I’ll change her mind,” he said. “At the fair. It’s good timing.” He got into bed and pulled the cover over him. “Tomorrow, Sam.” Max turned his nightstand lamp off.

Tomorrow came and the village was lively like never before. There were banners and streamers and everything hanging down. This fair was their pride once a year. They had entries written down for their few competitions. What Sam wanted to see was the archery competition. Only two names were on the signup sheet–Max and Elizabeth. Sam smirked to himself and couldn’t wait for the event.

There was a whole lot to do on fair day. There were stands set up all over town. Sam found Cara at one and went over. She was bobbing for apples. She wasn’t bad either. She bobbed one more apple and looked behind her.

“Sam! Look at how many times I won!” Cara said.

The tent keeper looked ill.

“We should try some other games. See how they all are,” Sam said.

“What’s next?” Cara asked and grabbed her winnings, but there was too much. There was a stuffed bear in there, but she couldn’t hold it all, so she let the tent keeper take back her winnings besides the bear she wanted. “You got lucky this time!”

The tent keeper was going to be ill. He took back the rest.

“Have you seen Max yet?” Sam asked. They were walking around the stands looking for an open game to play.

“Not yet. I’m sure he’s with her. Trying to recruit her still.”

“You think he has any chance at the archery event?”

“The big event? Against her? I doubt it,” Cara said. Her eyes were darting from stand to stand. “If she’s everything she’s made up to be, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re right,” Sam sighed.

They took their time going from booth to booth and having at whichever game was there. Cara kept winning, but never took any prizes. She loved her bunny. And she couldn’t carry anymore.

Sam checked the sign-up sheet for the main event. Still just Max and Elizabeth. He looked around the village and spotted them at the entrance. Elizabeth was laughing, and Max was saying something. She looked nothing like she did that first day. Not as dignified–in a good way.

Cara was still occupied by some other carnival game, so Sam decided to walk over. As he approached, Max saw him coming.

“Sam!” Max said. “Liz, this is Sam. Sam, this is Elizabeth.”

She looked him up and down as he got closer.

“Nice to meet you again,” Liz said.

“Nice to see you,” Sam said. “Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” Max said. “Take a seat.”

Max motioned toward an open tree trunk and Sam went over. As he walked though, he thought Elizabeth was watching his every move. He took a seat.

“How is the fair?” Max asked.

“It’s good. Lot of fun. You should check it out, instead of just being here the whole time,” Sam said.

“I’m glad it’s fun,” Max said. “I might be too old for all that.”

“Too old!” Sam exclaimed. “No, you should join in.” Sam turned to Elizabeth. “You should have fun, too. What’s stopping you?”

“It’s not fun for me,” Elizabeth said. “I’d have too many worries.”

“About your post? I can stand watch for now. You should check it out.”

“I really shouldn’t. There are more important things.”

“You two both need to see the fair. Max, take her around. Have some fun!”

“Is that what she wants?” Max questioned. He turned his gaze to Elizabeth. She was struggling to give an answer.

“I think so,” Sam smiled.

Max stood up and held his hand out. “Come on Liz. We’re going to see the fair.”

“I-okay,” she managed and stood up. She took his hand and he led her forward.

Max half-turned back and sent a thumbs-up to him. Then they were gone to the fair. He was all alone. There wasn’t much to do or see. He wondered how Elizabeth stayed busy all day. It was a boring job, if it even was a job.

“You should’ve told me where you were going,” Cara said. She plumped down on the stump Max was on.

“You were still playing games,” Sam said. He tried not to act surprised. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could’ve said something,” Cara said. “I was wondering where you went.”

“Here I am.”

“Here you are.” Cara took a bite out of an apple she was holding. She crunched down on it. “Where did those two go?”

“I somehow convinced them to check out the fair.”

“Them? And the fair? That almost doesn’t seem right.”

“I know.”

“Did they want to go?”

“Elizabeth would’ve stayed here forever, if not for Max.”

“I see.” She took another bite of her crunchy apple.

“He did the heavy lifting. They’re probably checking some stall out now.”

“Good for them.”

“They haven’t done anything else.”

“Just sat here?”

“For a week,” Sam said. “But I bet she’s done it a long time. A week probably doesn’t seem that much.”

“I wonder how long she’s been watching here.” Cara took another bite of her apple.

There was a silence that came with the wind and the sound of Cara munching on her apple. Sam didn’t mind it. He thought there might be more to see, he just had to open his eyes.

“The main event is going to start soon,” Sam said.

“For all two competitors,” Cara laughed. “I wonder how it’ll go.”

Sam heard a rustling in the leaves outside the town and his ears perked up. Cara noticed it too, and stood up.

All of a sudden five goblins and five orcs rushed the village entrance where they were seated. And there were a bunch more behind them. Sam could sense them. It was a monster attack.

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avengerscompound · 2 years

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The Tower - The Phone Call

The Tower: The Phone Call - one shot

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2714

Warnings: smut (MMF bisexual threesome, light D/S, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex (kinda but not exactly?), oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex)

Synopsis: When Clint continues to bug Elly at work, she takes him up to Steve’s office to play a game.

Author’s Note: Requested by K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

The Phone Call

Set between Troublemakers and Unexpected before all of the group had kids or powers.

Clint was restless. He'd dislocated his shoulder on a mission and while he was mostly fine now, he’d been told he had to take it easy and rest it if he wanted to get his full form back. He'd loved it while he was healing, particularly because we all babied him about it, so he could just lie around and whine about his pain, and we'd bring him pizza and coffee.

Now that he was healed and we were making him take care of himself, he's grown bored. Of course, that meant he mostly took that boredom out on me. The others were a lot less likely to humor him than I was, plus I was the one with the flexible job.

He would sit on the bench near me while I was doing cell cultures and as soon as I set FRIDAY up to run an analysis, he'd start pestering me. Sometimes it was just a thousand questions about what I was doing. That was fine, it was nice getting to talk about my work in layman’s terms. Having Bruce Banner as your lab partner tended to make you feel very stupid at times. Other times, he’d just prattle on about Dog Cops or ideas he had for new trick arrows, or different dog breeds. I didn’t mind that either. I loved Clint and even if he was disturbing my work, I was pretty good at multitasking, and he was good at knowing when he needed to hush because I was trying to work something out.

A lot of the time it was sex. That was where it would get tricky because I was useless when he got me wound up. It was like I was physically unable to say no to him - or any of them for that matter. Even if I had other things to do, all they needed to do was kiss my neck, or touch my thigh in the right way and every other thought went out of my head.

As much as it distracted me, it was getting to Bruce more. Sometimes we didn’t make it out of the lab and he’d still be working. It was understandable. Science was always more of a draw than sex for Bruce and having us messing around near him was likely to call to the Hulk.

After a week and a half of us messing around in the lab, he had had enough.

“Can you please take that somewhere else?” he begged. “I really have to focus on this.”

“Sorry, Bruce,” Clint said sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I get you’re bored. And I get that El is the only one that won’t chase you off during work. But I need to get this done.”

“I’ll take him somewhere else,” I said and came over and kissed Bruce’s cheek. “Can you put that stuff in the freezer when FRIDAY’s done?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, rubbing my thigh. “Have fun.”

I took Clint’s hand and led him out of the lab. “I have an idea,” I said as we went to the elevator.

“Oh? I like the sound of that,” he said. “You have great ideas. What is it?”

I turned and looked at him, my eyebrows raised. “Steve game.”

“Steve game?” Clint asked. “But Steve’s working.”

“I know. Imagine how much trouble we’d be in,” I said.

Clint scuffed his foot on the ground as he thought. “He’ll probably just tell us to go wait until tonight.”

“So - then we get a treat tonight,” I said.

“Yeah, good point,” Clint agreed. “Come on then.”

We got into the elevator and rode it down to where the offices were. It was a short ride but Clint still managed to make a decent start on a hickey. When we got out we headed straight to Steve’s office.

He was on the phone when we arrived and he looked up at us, sighed, and waved us in. I wasn’t exactly sure who he was on the phone to, but words were being thrown out like ‘public safety protocols,’ and ‘oversights,’ so if I had to guess, I’d say it was General Ross. I closed the door and locked it before going to take a seat on the couch with Clint. Clint stopped me, running his hands up under my skirt and exposing me to Steve. Steve continued his phone conversation, but his attention was on me. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through me.

Clint grabbed the waistband of my panties and dragged them down over my thigh highs and I stepped over them. Clint turned me to face him and gestured for me to bend over. I did as commanded, spreading my legs a little. Clint pushed my skirt up again and used his fingers to spread my labia. I shifted from one leg to the other, and when Clint took his hands away, I took a seat.

Steve’s eyes were locked on us, but he was still talking about government interference at the cost of civilian safety. Clint and I started to kiss. It was slow and passionate and our tongues danced together. It was a kiss for show more for each other. We were kissing for Steve - to distract him and feed the fire, so that when he did finally snap, we’d be in for a real treat. I ran my hand down Clint’s stomach and began to palm his cock and he moaned into my lips.

Steve clicked his fingers and we broke apart to look at him. “You will neuter us if you try to implement that. I understand your concerns but we can’t just sit around waiting for permission to act when there is an omega-level threat.”

He was still talking to whoever was on the other end of the line but his full attention was on us. He clicked his fingers and pointed to Clint. Clint sat up straight and leaned forward and Steve pointed at his desk and then down at his crotch. Clint understood immediately, and got onto all fours on the ground and crawled under the desk. Steve’s desk was large and quite enclosed, and all I could see of Clint when he was in place, was his ass and legs poking out from under the desk. I didn’t need to see him. I knew what he was doing. I felt a little jealous. The thought of choking on Steve’s cock as he tried not to give away any of his feelings on the phone made me wet to even think about.

Steve leaned back in his chair and tucked the phone’s receiver under his chin. “Look, I get it. I do. But we’re not going out and stopping convenience store hold-ups. We’re stopping things that the police and military aren’t equipped to deal with.”

He pointed at me and touched his middle finger on the back of his hand, and then gestured at me with a jabbing motion using his thumb. ‘Touch yourself.’

I leaned back on the couch and brought my legs up, spreading them wide so that Steve had a good view. I began to slowly finger my clit, keeping my eyes locked on him. I imagined what Clint must look like under the table, taking Steve’s cock as deep as he could. The way his throat would bulge as he deep-throated the other man. The mental images made me even wetter, and soon my fingers were glistening with my slick, and the wet trickled down in rivulets to my ass.

Steve’s blue eyes were blown out back and he stayed leaning back in this chair. He put a hand on Clint’s head, and I could tell the speed at which Clint moved, by the movement of Steve’s arm up and down with the bobbing of Clint’s head.

Despite the hungry look in his eyes, he betrayed nothing about what was going on in his voice. The control he had, not only over us but over himself, was a complete turn-on. I fingered myself faster, and as a warm current of pleasure began to coil through me, I let my head fall back on the couch and my eyes fell closed.

Two of my fingers were inside me and I was roughly fucking myself with them when the clicking of fingers broke my rhythm. I looked up to see Steve scowling at me. He curled his finger, beckoning me over, and as I approached I was a little scared of what was about to happen to me.

He took my hand and pulled me a little closer. Clint was looking up at us from under the desk and Steve lifted me and put him on his lap. As he lowered me down, Clint took hold of his cock and guided it into me. I bit back a moan, willing myself to stay quiet. Steve was still on the phone and I knew if I gave away what was happening at all, it would mean Steve never risked playing with us like this ever again. Not to mention that I didn’t want to embarrass him. It was supposed to be fun - for all of us.

When I was sitting firmly in his lap, his cock so deep inside me I could feel the sting of the head pressing against my cervix, Steve grabbed Clint’s hair and dragged him forward, pushing his face into my pussy. Clint didn’t need any clearer instruction than that. He began greedily licking and sucking on my clit. A hot current ran from my cunt up through my entire core and I had to hook my feet around Steve’s ankles to stop myself from closing my legs. The effort made my thighs tremble and I let my head fall back onto Steve’s shoulder as I focused on my breathing.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you,” Steve said to whoever was on the other end of the line. “There hasn’t been an incident in years here with us. How’d that go for you, when you were supposed to be in control of him?”

As he spoke, the inflection in his tone only gave away how he felt about the conversation he was having and not about the fact he had started to shallowly rut into me. My pussy clenched and squeezed around his shaft as Clint continued to use his tongue and lips to work my clit. It was hard to focus and I began to roll my hips, swirling them like I was giving him a lap dance. A soft moan escaped my lips and I immediately cursed myself. Gritting my teeth as I tried to keep quiet.

Steve was quick to react, covering my mouth with his hand, and pulling my face away from the phone’s receiver. I started to breathe heavily through my nose as I willed myself to stay quiet, even though I was being brought closer and closer to the edge. My eyes watered with the effort of keeping quiet and a tear broke free, running down my cheek. I felt lightheaded and my legs trembled. Neither man backed off at all. Steve continued to shallowly thrust up into me, while Clint sucked on my clit like he was starving and I was the only morsel on offer.

My first orgasm hit and I arched my back, my walls clamping tight around Steve’s cock. If you were judging what was happening in the room by the tone of Steve’s voice, you would think he was in the middle of the most boring lecture known to man. He was still trying to reason with whoever was on the line with him, and he hadn’t even appeared to react to the fact that his girlfriend just came all over his cock.

Neither Clint nor Steve eased up though. After my third orgasm, it became clear we were going to be at this until Steve finished his phone call, and not a moment sooner. By my fourth orgasm, tears were running down my cheeks. Not from pain, or overstimulation - though I was on the border of being overstimulated - but from sheer exertion as I stayed silent.

“Alright, sure,” Steve said. “But until then, we’re going to continue operating the way we’ve been operating. There’s a reason why we’re privately run, and if you check the constitution, that’s in there.”

He hung up the phone and took his hand off my mouth. I whined, still stuck in the thought process that I had to be quiet as my fifth orgasm was poised to break. “Are you okay, Elise? Do you need us to stop?”

I shook my head. “Please, Steve…” I pleaded.

“Alright, sweetheart, one more. Be as loud as you can,” he said, pushing me so I was bent over the desk. Clint could no longer reach me with his mouth in the new position, but where his tongue once was his finger took over, and Steve thrust hard into me, shoving me into the desk. It only took five thrusts for my orgasm to break and I screamed out incoherently as it tore through my body. I grasped feebly at the desk as my body shuddered under Steve. He slowed his strokes and slipped out of me, sitting back and pulling me onto his lap. “You did so well, Elise,” Steve praised. “I am so proud of you.”

I hid my face in his neck, a little too overwhelmed to say anything.

“I think Clint has earned a reward. What do you think?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes. You should fuck him.”

“Get up, birdy,” Steve said. “Bend over my desk, pants down.”

Clint climbed out from under the desk and stretched, his joints popping. He fished in his pocket and took out some lube, putting it on the desk before unfastening his jeans and pushing them down.

I got up off Steve’s lap with shaky legs and Steve moved up behind Clint as he bent over the desk. “Go slow,” Clint whimpered.

Steve stroked a hand down Clint’s spine. “Don’t worry, bird,” he soothed. “You know I always take care of you.” He squeezed the lube on Clint’s ass and more on his fingers. “Elise,” he said, looking at me. “I don’t want him to make a mess in my office. Kneel under him and catch it all.”

I got down on my knees as Steve began to finger Clint’s ass. I didn’t touch him just yet. I just got into position, leaning against the back of the desk and watching Clint’s cock jump and twitch as Steve fingered his ass.

Steve took his time, but I sat patiently under them. When a thread of precome would leak from the head of Clint’s cock, I’d lean up and lick it up. By the time Steve started to ease into Clint’s ass, Clint’s cock was throbbing and drooling precome.

I started to suck Clint’s dick as Steve fucked his ass. Each thrust pushed Clint deeper into my mouth, but I kept my hands braced on his hips so that it never took me by surprise. Clint became a moaning whimpering mess between us, and his cock leaked precome over my tongue.

“Do you want to come, Birdy?” Steve cooed as he continued fucking Clint slow and deep. “I can feel how close you are.”

“Please, Steve,” he begged. “‘M close. Can I?”

“Come,” Steve ordered.

Clint bucked suddenly, crying out as he released straight down my throat. I swallowed it all, humming softly around his pulsing cock. Steve continued to thrust, chasing his own orgasm.

“Please, Steve,” Clint mewled. “Please come in me. I want it. It’s all I'm good for. Fill me up, sir.”

Steve growled and thrust in deep, pushing Clint’s cock deeper into my mouth. He came with a deep groan, and Clint sagged under him. “Thank you. Thank you, sir.”

Steve eased out of Clint and he helped us both ups, redressing both himself and Clint. “Alright, my troublemakers,” he said softly. “Time to go down and have a cuddle and something to eat. What do you say.”

Clint and I were both too fucked out to say anything right then and there, but we held onto him as he led us out, dopey smiles glued onto both our faces.

~ END ~

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mayberaspberrywrites · 2 years

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All I want For Christmas Is....(Diluc x Female Reader)

Prologue

[MONDAY, DECEMBER 1ST]

'Finally, all of my commissions are done.' You thought to yourself as you teleported to Mondstadt. You were playing as your main, Diluc. You reached the Adventurer's Guild, and you quickly skipped through Katherine's dialogue, eager to collect your primogems. 'Now what should I do? I suppose I could—'

"DAMN IT! Another 50/50 lost, and to Keqing out of all characters?!"

Ah. That's right. You're still at school. It's currently your off period, and your friends have all gathered in the corner of the upper commons. Junia stares at her phone, frustrated. She rolls her eyes, closing out of the wishing screen.

"Whatever. I guess that means I have a guaranteed Scaramouche now." You would tease her about her misfortune, but you remember how the last time you did that, you ended up with a Qiqi instead of a Kazuha. You cringe at the reminder. "Yeah, and maybe you'll get his weapon too!" Your friend Aspen tries to comfort Junia. "Pff, yeah, right. The weapon banner has never been nice to me. That would be a miracle!" Junia exclaims.

Unbeknownst to you, Many pairs of eyes are watching you from inside your phone. A porcelain-skinned blonde concentrates his gaze through a small device pointed towards the sky, surrounded by a few others.

"What do you see, Mr. Albedo? C‐can you hear what they're saying?" Sucrose spoke quietly, looking up at the sky. "It seems that Junia lost her Yae Miko to Keqing." Albedo responds, not looking away from the device. "Ah…a shame, really. I think it would've been fun to have another me around." A pink kitsune sighed.

'Actually, that would be for the best…' A certain furry-eared general thought. He looked towards his far left, where a man dressed in red and black stood, immersed in a conversation with 3 other people. Y/N's team. "Yes, I agree. Unfortunately, that all depends on Y/N. We don't have control over that." He spoke, unintentionally squinting his eyes. He felt eyes on him, turning his head towards the general. Gorou quickly turned back around.

Diluc suddenly felt his legs move forward. "Ah, yes, the player is back. How much longer do we have until they have to leave?" Sucrose asked the blonde. "Approximately 5 minutes Earth Time." Albedo responded again, finally looking away from the device to write down the current events. Sucrose watched over his shoulder. Albedo handed his clipboard over to Sucrose before resuming his previous task.

–

"Well, who are you saving for Y/N? Maybe the 50/50 gods will be friendlier with you." Junia joked. You thought for a moment. You didn't really have any limited characters in mind. "I don't know. All I really want are Diluc's constellations." You responded. "Please, take all of mine! I don't even use him!" Aspen groaned sarcastically. You laughed. "You know if I could, I would." Suddenly, the bell rang. Students began filling the hallways as you and your friends stood up and said your goodbyes. You soon arrived at your Chemistry class and took a seat. While your chemistry teacher passed back your tests, you closed your game and turned off your phone, ready for today's lesson.

–

"That's it everyone. Pack it up, We have work to do here in Teyvat." Everyone slowly dispersed into different directions. Diluc decided that it was time to go home and prepare for his nightly routine, saying his goodbyes to the rest of the team. With that, he was off on the trail towards Dawn Winery.

It'd been snowing a lot more recently, with Christmas being on its way. Diluc had never really been a festive person, he usually lived life day to day with no breaks unless he was ill. His boots crunched through the snow that'd coated the path, leaving footprints behind him. His thoughts began to wander as his body went on autopilot. 'It's almost Christmas. Fortunately, the monster presence around the city has begun to die down. Perhaps I'll be able to stay in the Winery and give everyone the Christmas they deserve.' The thought brought a small, brief smile to his lips. He soon arrived at the Dawn Winery, quickly greeted by Moco and Hillie, who helped him take off his coat and hang it on the rack. Diluc thanked the two before walking upstairs to his room.

–

"Pass the screwdriver." A calm voice said, holding his left hand out while scribbling something down with his right. A young woman with light green hair quickly made her way across the lab, returning with a screwdriver and handing it to the man. He turned to a huge machine, adjusting a screw, and took a few steps back. He admired his work. "Sucrose, it's done. We've done it." Sucrose stepped forward, now standing side-by-side with Albedo. Together, they examined the machine. Other than being a huge, fancy hunk of metal, it had child-like flowers painted all over it, clearly Klee's doing. Albedo let out a sigh of relief before reaching for his clipboard. "Machine…complete…22:05…12/2/22…running tests." He muttered to himself.

"Um…Mr. Albedo? You never told me exactly what this machine is supposed to do." Sucrose quietly asked, eyes glued to the machine. "Ah, yes. Allow me to explain. This machine should neutralize the barrier between Earth and Teyvat, meaning that communication and perhaps even travel between worlds will be possible. Right now, however, we can only send messages to the player and move semi-freely. Travel is…a little more complicated." Albedo responded, gesturing his hands as he spoke. Sucrose nodded in understanding, her eyes lighting up in excitement. Albedo reached for his safety goggles, placing them on his face. Sucrose did the same, stepping back from the machine.

"Get ready, Sucrose, this could be life-changing." Albedo felt a surge of excitement, something he never knew he could feel. He pressed a flower shaped button(another one of Klee's works) on the machine, watching as it turned on and charged up. Albedo then pressed another button, and the machine fired a bright white beam into the previously cut hole in the ceiling. After a few moments, a loud boom was heard, and Albedo and Sucrose ran to the lab window to look outside. The usually starry sky glowed white, and they covered their eyes before it went back to normal. Sucrose slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the spots before looking over to Albedo, who had already begun furiously scribbling onto the clipboard.

"Mr Albedo, do you think it worked?" Albedo ran to his desk, taking a deep breath before typing into a slightly smaller device and pressing send. "We're about to find out."

–

Text Received

December 2nd, XXXX

10:13PM

Unknown Number: Hello?

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #diluc #diluc x reader

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knightzp · 2 years

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HII miki!!! PLS tell me everything abt ur acc! i.e fave chars, which 5 stars u have (and want?) and fave teams? also, just to spice things up a bit! are there any chars u regret building/pulling for?? (or perhaps any accidental pulls? for instance, my itto was a complete accident.. i just wanted gorou lmao) also... ur fave 4 star : ) srry that was a lot of questions but i cant wait to read ur answers!! have a lovely day!

HIII TŪĪ!!! this was so fun to write thank you for asking!!

fave characters: i have a lot of characters that i love but my most favorites are kazuha, hu tao, xingqiu, chongyun, albedo, benny, ayaka, yoimiya aaand tighnari. there are a lot more that i like but if i had to select just some those would be it i think!

fave 4 star: def one of the three i mentioned before! either benny, xingqiu or chongyun, but its so hard to choose just one.... mmm i think im gonna say benny bc hes very dear to me and has been accompanying me since my very first days playing the game, he has never left my team and i dont know what i would have done without him (i do know, i would have died countless times for sure)

5 stars i have: ive been playing the game for like a year and a half so even being f2p im lucky that i finally have most of my faves! i have kazuha, ayaka, hu tao, albedo, kokomi, yoimiya, xiao, nahida and eula. and from the standard banner, can you believe i only have keqing and mona after that much time playing?? well thats bc i have keqing c1 and.... mona c4. apart from the first 50/50 that i lost, which was with keqing, ive lost ALL the rest with mona and at this rate im sure im gonna get her c6 :'))) hyv stop giving me monas and give one tighnari pls PLS

accidental pulls: i DID have one accidental pull very similar to your case with itto and it was with eula. it was right when i was starting playing genshin and she was actually my very first 5 star. i only did one (1) ten pull on her banner bc xingqiu was there too and i wanted him so bad, but instead i ended up with no xingqiu and one eula that came home at pity 15 and winning 50/50, the luckiest ive ever been and for what... (and the saddest thing is i also didnt get xingqiu until months later sighhh). okay actually it wasnt that bad back then bc i didnt have any more 5 stars at the time so i used her as my main dps until i got ayaka, but now i dont play with her anymore

5 stars i want: since i got kazuha, who i really really wanted and saved for him for more than a whole year bc i lost 50/50 on him the first time (and the second time too... but i was prepared and could get him regardless), now i dont have any other character that i very desperately want as it was with him. and its bc ive been lucky that ive been able to get the rest of my faves too! i mean sure, i do want MORE characters, the ones that id like to get are tighnari, scaramouche (hyv im begging let me win 50/50 this time), nilou, cyno and venti, but i dont have that level of obsession i had with kazuha alsjfdk but yeah when their banners come (back) ill def be pulling for them!

fave teams: and my fave teams!!! im not a meta player and i know there are probably better combinations than the ones i use but idc and im very happy with my teams. so im gonna put the names i have for each team and its members!

permafrost brrrr: kazuha, chongyun, kokomi, ayaka. i loveeee fighting and freezing all the enemies along the way, so this is one is probably my favorite from all these teams. before getting kazuha i used it with xingqiu (hence the name of the team, tho it still works) and i miss a bit playing with xingqiu and chongyun together in the same team but kazuha makes this team even more fun and i like a lot how these 4 work together!

pants on fire!: xingqiu, albedo, hu tao, benny. my team for hu tao! ive been using this one since i got albedo and hu tao last year and ive never thought of changing it ever since, im very attached to it

short kings: kazuha, albedo, xiao, benny. my team for xiao and yes i wanted a team where i could put all my bois together and this one was perfect. a friend that is very invested in meta told me that kazuha wasnt useful at all here but idc bc just playing with them together makes me very happy

papayas quemadas: xingqiu, nahida, kokomi, yoimiya. this team i created it very recently! i was struggling a bit to find the best team for yoimiya and when i got nahida i tried this one and its very fun im liking it a lot! (ajdflsk abt the name of the team it means burnt papayas in spanish, bc the flowers (?) you make with hydro and dendro i call them papayas and then with yoimiyas pyro they become burnt, so yeah :))

queens: kokomi, eula, fischl, beidou. this is a team i have meant for eula using electro and cryo to boost her phys dmg and kokomi too to create electrocharged. i tried it a bit and it was actually fun! but i still need to build the chars better and i dont like eula that much as a character, so i dont really use this one rn. but maybe one day ill finally build them properly and give it a try again!

this was a super long answer but anyway it was a lot of fun to write!!!

i really hope you have a great day/evening too!! 💜

#ask

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mysticmiav · 1 year

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I've gotta ask (also I absolutely love your Solomon brainrot art <3) how did you get to lesson 11? I'm stuck on six and just can't advance 😭

Aidjake thank you for liking it!

Tbh the only correct answer is that I got to lesson 11 through the power of desperation🫠

I had pretty much used support items to just get past the c point of lesson 11 levels cuz I was that desperate🫠

I'll drop pics of my teams below! I always just let the game choose for me which cards are best in the battle lol

-> I do have to say that since I've updated the cards a bit since lesson 11 released, they can now probably pass the levels of it with like a B~ score. The URs used to be leveled up to around 50ish, and the SSRs to 30, now they are at 70 to 45 respectively so yeah. Just wanted to mention that cuz the stats in the images are higher than when I played 11, hence why I had to use support itmes all the way through the lesson x)))

I have only been doing free rolls so far, cuz I wanna save up my devil points for future banners I might really wanna pull on, and I'm f2p so yea~

I'd say if you're stuck due to cards not being strong enough/levels being too hard, you'll have to be a bit patient and level up the cards! Il

If you're short on grimm to level up the cards, go farm grimm from fabsnap (I know, the app scares me too, but bear with it.)

Basically if you go there and go to the search page, choose one of the videos that show up there and then spam hearts on it, you get an achievement every 50 interactions, and it's 1000× grimm per "milestone". It's per character, and the videos from Asmo, Luke, Simeon, Lucifer and Belphie are all open, so you can get grimm from each of their characters!

Make sure to level up the cards and unlock devil tree spaces! They rlly help make ur deck stronger~

But if the problem is more or less the rhythm battles being too difficult, then Idk if I have helpful tips man.

I really am not that good with rhythm games, I've only ever played piano tiles a few years ago when it blew up.

Tbh the rhythm battles-format of NB is very confusing to me, and I could just never get used to it (the way you click right-left or up-down) with the way the tiles slide horizontally. My brain and fingers can't coordinate that stuff at all🫠

So, I just play the battles like they are piano tiles levels x) I've set the rhythm settings to up-down, and whenever I play I flip my phone so that it's vertical, and that the tiles and buttons move "towards me" kinda. It made the levels more fun and somewhat easier, so if you think it might help, go ahead!

But yeah that's pretty much the way I've been playing so far. Hope it has helped and good luck getting past those lessons!

The pics below are the decks the game tends to select for me on the battles, since they are my strongest cards (other than those 2 URs and 3 SSRs, all my other cards are sr and below x)

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anthonybialy · 2 months

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Buffalo’s Frustration Levels with the Bills and Sabres

Letdowns hurt more the closer one gets. That seems cruel because it is. The fun part of life is presumably forthcoming. Feeling crushed could be negated by ultimately succeeding, so forget it. The Sabres and Bills disappoint on different levels. Respective prototypical examples of shortcomings offer a chance to discover which version of failing spurs more torment. Spare a thought for fans whose teams win championships, as jubilation doesn’t offer valuable life lessons.

Both teams exist to compete for championships. Don’t laugh. Okay: laugh a little. It’s unfathomable to have one between the two even though they each get an annual chance. Leagues award championships every season. I just checked.

One is closer in the same sense Wegmans is classier than Tops. The Bills offer a more dignified experience while the Sabres employ service desk representatives who’ll throw a bag of chips at you. Like the difference between Cup contenders and Buffalo’s pro hockey team, it’s a gap so vast that it’s difficult to perceive from one vantage point. The status of each might surprise Buck Rogers if he had been frozen from 2006 until now. The Saints and Seahawks have each won one just like Vegas has at hockey. Okay: let’s start at the beginning.

The runner-up could still drop. Take how Dr Pepper just overtook Pepsi as America’s second-most popular sodie pop brand. As with the unpalatable option that’s never okay, the Sabres are as arrogant as they are inept. Asking the Bandits how to achieve must feel undignified. It’s not to discount the successful lacrosse division. But the two older pro teams are either holding a parade or not. They can’t sort-of have one.

Similarly, you have a supreme banner or you don’t. Results are binary. The net result is that neither has done it all even if one has better betting odds to the degree they sound like mathematical errors. One couldn’t rightfully say the Sabres are as successful as the Bills because neither has brought athletic fulfillment to fans. The light switch is off either way.

The fact followers rely upon their teams to feel happy is sad to ponder, so we better just avoid such thoughts. The absurdity of cheering for other to be better at moving the object makes the inability to succeed feel even more frustrating. Trying to see that things can work out at least once just for the precedent is a sign of accepting what’s out of our control.

Following sports can make sense in a silly sense. Liking the competitions themselves is valid in a vicarious way. The games also seem to summarize life, which is not precisely a compliment about our stupid world. We just want bounces our way.

The chance to engineer probabilities means results are not simply fate, which team employees hope nobody notices. Decisions made during games and about who’s available affect what’s next. We’re relying upon other humans to bring us athletic happiness. If one of them is Kevyn Adams, we’re screwed.

Keep your story straight. Announcing trophies are out for cleaning conflicts with claiming they were wiped out in the big trophy fire. Many other clubs don’t need to fib. The shortcomings of these two examples are throughly documented to the point we don’t need another review, which sadly reflects a semipermanently unchanging position.

Buffalo fans turn philosophical by necessity. It’s psychologically obvious to cope by feeling we’re being taught about life’s inherent aching. It’s not a particularly pleasant situation. But it is useful.

People who waste their lives on different pastimes than sports bitch that chasing an object is pointless. Of course they’re right. But they miss the broader point that so is everything else. Buffalo’s teams often seems to uncannily reflect how our hours here go. The toughest time for the Bills came as the area’s two steel mills shuttered. Now, potential gets wasted in an unnerving reflection of an area that took money from taxpayers to fund a multibillionaire’s business expenses. It’s a real mystery why this market stays small.

The real ice and fake grass athletes share common ground. They’re both based in or near Buffalo, have the same miserly owner, and chase titles that may as well be imaginary. The thought that neither will ever be able to do so informs our understanding of this universe in a way philosophers dream of communicating.

It’s better to get closer aside from how thinking your dream will finally come into being is what destroys you. The football side is more heartbreaking by being less disappointing. Hope sustains as it crushes. Sabres fans who’ve checked out by Thanksgiving can enjoy phone time while occasionally glancing at games. Meanwhile, Bills fans into it past the new year only to be crushed close to Valentine’s know what love really does to those infected.

Victims of Buffalo sports find that we must be patient, and not just in the four-car Mighty Taco drive-thru sense. The source is irrelevant whether we’re on the schedule of an omniscient power or if we inhabit a plane consisting of a random series of events that only seems designed to harm. This world indifferently disregards human timing, which is why we’re presently not watching sports.

Letdowns are not assigned by fate. I regret to inform people equipped with free will that we’re destined by our actions, or at least those of executives in teams to which we’re bound to follow. The three alleged cursed baseball franchises throughout much of last century uncannily each had a combination of awful ownership and charming old-timey ballparks which hinder consistent play. Neither the Sabres nor Bills can blame quirky playing surface angles, which means they must be inflicting semipermanent agony upon themselves. Varying levels of downfall add variety without surprise.

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