#so of course this had to be the first project I made with them

[nightingale-prompts]

Depersonalization-DCxDP

What is a god?

What makes someone a god?

The answer is all at once a paralyzing and horrific idea that humans were not meant to imagine as well as the coldest comfort you will ever have.

Some imagine a god as a parental figure of light and happiness. Others imagine a vengeful tyrant of flame and ice. Some imagine nothing at all because that doesn't line up with the reality they seek. Who is to say what is wrong or right when gods do not walk among mortal men?

But let's stretch the mind and think more abstract. What is a god other than an idea? Can an idea be made flesh and blood? Could a human truly reach what the universe's perfect form?

"What is your name?" Superman asked.

They had found the boy some time ago. He had been found locked in a room during a raid by the police. They were only able to tell he was a meta being kept there by a group of what would be best be called cultists but they called themselves artists. They had an obsession with the boy. Drawing him, writing songs about him, taking photos of him, writing books about him...using him. They had this ritual as they called it to get inspiration from him. Well they were all arrested and the boy was thankfully unharmed—they think.

The best guess was that the metahuman's ability caused psychological effects. One he couldn't control. Just like Ace—that poor girl. Of course, no one wanted the boy to suffer like that. But they had a feeling that someone had beat them to it.

He didn't seem to recognize that he...existed? He looked blankly at the world around him without acknowledging anything that happened. Bruce hypothesized that someone might have preemptively lobotomized the child and he hated the very idea of someone doing it. He understood better than the rest of the team where that led.

Thankfully that wasn't the case, because he finally responded.

"I am a—god? God?" He said, writing asked. He didn't seem to understand what he was saying. As if he was surprised by himself. "I am YOUR god."

"What is your name?" Superman asked again.

"I don't understand. I am your god. Please tell me what you want and I will give you it." He said more desperate this time.

"What did they call you?" Superman insisted. He wanted to break the boy of the delusion that the culitst as put him under.

The boy was not human though nor metahuman.

He was not anything. The god was not being more powerful than men. It was an idea made by man and molded by it. An idea made flesh was what the boy was. It had no name, no self. Whoever he was was none existent now.

He had no name, because a name implies identity. A center. A boundary between self and other.

But he was only other. Only what others projected, like a canvas that bled with the thoughts of those who gazed upon it. He was formed not by birth, not by nature, but by need.

“I want…” Superman began, then stopped himself. The boy's—its—eyes locked onto his face. Wide. Empty. Not searching for understanding but waiting for command. The way a mirror waits for you to move, so it may follow.

“I want you to tell me who you are,” Superman said gently.

The boy blinked. “I am who you need.”

"No," Superman said, his voice firmer now. "Who you are. Not who they said. Not what I want. Who you are."

But the boy only tilted his head. And for the first time, something shifted behind his eyes—like a curtain of static briefly parting to reveal the void. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t sadness. It was the growing awareness that there was nothing behind the curtain. Nothing had ever been there.

He clutched his head. "I don’t know what I want. I don't know if I can want. I am....a god. Their god. They made me. Formed me. I need to help. Give you want you need. But do understand what you need. Please ask for something I can give."

The lights flickered. Reality, for a moment, bent at the edges like heat rising from asphalt.

Constantine stepped forward, slow and cautious. “He’s not lying. He’s an idea. And now the idea might collapse. Maybe because we’re not feeding it.”

Superman turned toward him. “Feeding it?”

Constantine’s voice was grim. “Belief. Worship. Desire. He exists because they wanted him to. He lives on expectation. He doesn’t know how to be anything else.”

There was silence. Then the boy—no, the god, because what else could you call a creature sustained by thought alone?—spoke again.

“If I stop being what you want… do I die?”

Superman didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Because this god wasn’t power or divinity. He was the horror of an infinite mirror, of a void given form, of something born from the minds of broken people who needed something to love, to fear, to own.

And now he was real.

The boy had once been human.

There are no records. No missing person’s report. No fingerprints. No DNA match in any database. He’s a blank space, a redacted sentence in the story of the world. And yet he bleeds, breathes, and dreams things no child should dream.

He had a name once. A life. Parents, perhaps. Maybe a favorite color. Maybe a fear of the dark. All erased.

Not hidden—consumed.

Because that’s the price of godhood when it’s built, not born. Divinity is not an ascension but an infection when forced into mortal form. And when they made him—those “artists,” those cultists with ink-stained hands and starved eyes—they did not crown him. They emptied him. Scraped out the soft, warm, fallible human parts and filled the hollow with expectation. With longing. With belief so ravenous it took everything he was and called it holy.

Now, when he speaks, he doesn’t speak from memory, but from echo. He reflects. He mirrors. He gives.

“I am your god,” he says, not because he wants to be—he doesn't even know what want is—but because that is what they taught him to say. What they whispered into his ear as they molded his flesh into myth.

They gave him worship like knives. Carved their devotion into his mind with reverent cruelty. Called it a gift.

But the truth?

They murdered a child and left a godling in his place.

And now, they must decide what to do with something that shouldn’t be.

Because a god who does not know itself cannot be trusted. And a god who only exists to please others is no god at all.

[gingiesworld]

Project V

Wanda Maximoff x Vampire GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Smut, Mentions of blood, Reader has a penis

AN: Hey guys, this is one of my one shots from my first one shot book from wattpad, so i figured i will also share it here. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Word Count : 5.4k+

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda's pov

We had managed to catch a Hydra's new weapon. And we were currently sat in the other room as Tony and Steve failed to get anything out of them. The only thing that we know about them is that they are faster than Pietro and stronger than Steve. We don't really know much else.

"This is useless. We aren't getting anywhere." Tony huffed as both of them joined us.

"We need more time Tony. They seem to be strongwilled for a weapon." Steve spoke.

"Maybe I can try?" I suggested which they both looked at me.

"Yeah, witchy can get into their mind." Tony spoke excitedly.

"But take Vision in with you. They may be cuffed to the table but they are still unpredictable." Steve spoke. I just nodded and walked out towards the interrogation room with Vision behind.

"Your mind tricks won't work on me." They spoke without looking up at us.

"How did you know she would use her powers?" Vision spoke.

"Because she isn't the first witch I have come across." They spoke as they glared at Vision. "Of course the witches that I have known tend to remain close to their ancestors or home. But you are different. You're stronger or well, you will be." They spoke softly as their gaze softened as it remained on me.

"Well we are here...." Vision spoke.

"To see why I chose to be Hydra's weapon blah blah blah." They finished for him before they turned to me. "Are they always like this. So bland." They asked me with a smirk making me chuckle.

"So, I am Wanda Maximoff." I introduced myself as I sat in the seat before them.

"Y/N Y/L/N." They spoke with a smile as they kept their gaze on me.

"So can you tell me how old you are?" I asked them.

"That's a kind of personal question." They smirked at me as they sat back.

"Well, I like to get to know people." I smirked at them.

"Well I am 24." They spoke softly.

"Wow, you're only a year younger than me. Where exactly are you from. You don't sound American." I asked them.

"I am from North of England. I used to live there with my family." They spoke sadly as I could see pain in their eyes.

"I lost my family too." I spoke to try and help them. Vision put his hand on my shoulder which I shook off and scooted my chair away from him. "I was 10 when I lost my parents in a bombing that destroyed our home. My brother and I were lucky to have made it out alive." I spoke sadly at the thought of losing my loved ones.

"I am sorry to hear that. It is the worst pain imaginable. But it only gets easier in time. We never forget them and their memory lives on with us." They spoke tenderly.

"Thank you Y/N. It is nice to have someone who understands." I whispered before Vision motioned for me to stand and follow him into a corner of the interrogation room.

"We are supposed to find out their intentions not make friends Wanda. You have me for that." He spoke as he was towering over me.

"Vision, let me do this my way." I told him sternly.

"Your way is stupid Wanda. Very stupid." He spoke maliciously.

"Vision please just leave the room." I spoke shakily as he just shook his head before he gripped my arms tightly. Before he could say anything there was a loud thud and he was gone. Y/N was punching him in the other corner of the room. "Y/N, please stop." I spoke as I touched their shoulder. They looked at me, I gasped slightly at the change in their eyes and the sharp teeth that protruded from their gums. They softened their face as they looked at me giving Vision the chance to punch them and force them in their chair before the others even came in.

"I'm sorry I lost my cool Wanda." They spoke as they allowed me to cuff them again

"It's me you should apologise to." Vision snarled from behind me

"You should apologise to Wanda for making her uncomfortable." They spoke calmly.

"I am fine Y/N." I told them softly with a reassuring smile.

"You shouldn't have to deal with him treating you like that." They spoke to me

"Wanda, just take them back to their cell. We will continue their questioning another time. Vision go and cool off in the lab or in a electricity outlet." Nat spoke as we all nodded. I walked Y/N in silence down to their cell and took their cuffs off before closing the cell door.

"I don't know what it is about you Wanda, but you just draw me in and I feel like I can trust you." They spoke softly.

"Thank you." I smiled at them before I left the cells. I couldn't shake this feeling from my chest. They made me feel so safe and I genuinely wanted to know more about them.

"Hey Wanda, how's your prisoner?" Nat smirked as she followed me into the kitchen.

"They are great. Hopefully will be settled in soon and will open to us." I spoke as I started on dinner.

"Do you need help cooking Wanda Darling?" Vision asked making me shuffle nervously.

"She's ok Vision, I'm helping her cook." Nat spoke up for me as she stood beside me.

"Are you sure Wanda?" He persisted.

"Yes she is sure Vision. Now please leave us be." Nat spoke assertively. He looked between the two of us before he left the room.

"Thank you." I whispered to her.

"I can see why Y/N broke free of their cuffs to beat his ass." She smirked as we recalled the incident earlier.

"We really need to get to the bottom of what they are." I spoke as I seasoned the meat.

"We will do Wan. But for now, let's cook and forget about Vision." She spoke softly which I nodded. We both moved around the kitchen cooking together while Vision was off doing god knows what. We did used to have a thing but that is in the past. I broke up with him because I simply didn't love him. How could one love a machine? But he has never really let it go. When we had finished cooking, I took two plates full towards the cells with two bottles of water. When I arrived Y/N looked up at me with a small smile.

"Miss Maximoff. How nice it is to see you again." They spoke with a smile which I returned.

"I thought you might be hungry." I spoke as I unlocked the cell door and walked inside and sat beside them on the floor.

"Thank you but this will only help a pinch." They spoke as they sniffed the aromas of the food before them.

"What do you mean?" I asked them.

"Well, you already saw before my true self." They spoke as they ate 

"What are you?" I asked them intrigued.

"Well, I am a Vampire. Hydra created me. They wanted to try to take Project I's blood and try to change the integrity of it." They spoke as they finished their food. "Project I was an immortal, they were fast and quiet, and very strong. The perfect hunter. The perfect weapon for Hydra. They were 500 years old when Hydra had captured them. The only thing that could kill them was a stake to the heart."

"But how does this affect you?" I asked them.

"Well they only wanted a soldier to be as fast and strong as Project I but not as deadly." They continued. "They tried to perfect the serum to take away the immortality and blood lust. They managed to take away the immortality so I age just like you but the blood lust is still there."

"So you are a mortal vampire." I stated as they nodded.

"Precisely. They wanted a weapon that they could put down if the subject got out of hand." They spoke as they drunk some water.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked them.

"Because I trust you Wanda. You are different to the others. I can feel the power flowing through your veins and you choose to protect the innocents of this world." They spoke tenderly.

"I'm still not sure that understand everything." I whispered shyly.

"That's fine Wanda. It is a lot to take in. It sounds more like a horror story. Quite far fetched if you will." They spoke.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" I asked them.

"How do you know that I am not going to make a run for it and abuse your kindness." They spoke with a raised brow.

"Because there is something that makes me trust you. I don't know what it is yet but it's there." I told them tenderly.

"Well then I would like to go for a walk with you." They smiled at me as they followed behind me. We walked to the kitchen to find no one there. Everyone must be off doing their own thing so we quickly made our way out of the compound.

Nat's pov

I was sat in the dark in the common room and watched as Wanda and Y/N walked out of the compound thinking no one would see them. The smile on Wanda's face is one I haven't seen in so long so I left them be.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y Don't let anyone in the cells except for Wanda and I." I told the A.I so Wanda doesn't get in trouble with the others.

"Of course Ms Romanoff." The A.I spoke as I stayed sat in my corner.

Y/N pov

We walked around Central Park just enjoying the night breeze under the city lights.

"So how long have you been with Hydra?" She asked me breaking the silence.

"Since I was 5." I told her stiffly remembering all of the torture like it was yesterday.

"Wow. I am so sorry you had to go through all of that." She spoke tenderly.

"No it's ok. I don't remember my life before Hydra so. They started the preperations for the enhanced version of the serum when I was 7. They wanted to make sure that I wouldn't die during the experiments." I told her as we sat down.

"So why are you really being nice?" Wanda asked me sternly trying to search for something more.

"I just want to get to know you. I might not know my life before Hydra or remember my family but I do know that any life away from Hydra is better." I spoke honestly as she couldn't find any hidden meanings behind my words.

"Well, what if I managed to get the others to let you join the Avengers to take down Hydra?" She asked me hopefully.

"Well, I would help you guys take them down." I told her with a smile as we walked back to the compound. Just spending time with her was refreshing. I hadn't ever felt this light in my whole life. When we made it back to my cell before we could say goodbye someone emerged from behind us.

"What the hell is going on Wanda?" Nat asked her with wide eyes as Wanda looked extremely nervous.

"I wanted to stretch my legs so she escorted me on a walk." I spoke up to Wanda's defence.

"You both are cutting this very thin. We are supposed to be working together Wanda. We need to know what Hydra's plan is." Nat spoke completely ignoring me.

"I can tell you what I know about them." I spoke a little louder getting annoyed with her ignoring me.

"You expect me to believe that." She scoffed at me.

"No I don't but I want to end Hydra as much as you do. They have tortured me for almost all of my life. I was taken by them at the age of 5. I didn't have a choice in the matter." I seethed as I walked towards the glass.

"Y/N, it's going to be ok." Wanda spoke softly. My gaze softening as my eyes met her beautiful green iris's. I just nodded and stepped away relaxing myself. "Can I tell her everything?" She asked me softly.

"Yes." I responded before she started to tell her everything. Nat soon softened towards me when she knew the truth. It was silent for a while after Wanda had told her.

"I will try and get the others on board with getting you set in your own room. It might take some time but we need to learn to trust you Y/N." Nat spoke softly as I just nodded at her.

"Thank you Ms Romanoff." I spoke softly.

"Just call me Nat." She spoke before she left, leaving Wanda and I alone. I smiled as Wanda beamed at me.

"So I shall see you later ok?" She spoke softly

"See you later Wanda." I spoke tenderly to her before watching her leave the cells.

Over the course of a few weeks, Nat and Wanda managed to get Tony and Steve to give me a room as long as I help them take down Hydra which of course I agreed. They don't trust me to go on missions just yet so I have been tied to the compound. So Wanda asked me to not cause any arguements or antagonise anyone in the compound which I intend to keep for her. There has been a 16 year old boy called Peter who has been keeping me company as Bruce remains in his lab while the others go on missions. Hanging with Peter is like having a little brother, he is fun and loveable but also annoying sometimes.

"They should be back soon." Peter spoke as I got a blood bag from my mini fridge as we were watching Star Wars.

"I hope so." I spoke as i started to drink.

"You really care for Wanda don't you." Peter asked me softly.

"Yeah I do. It's just there is something about her that just calms me and pulls me in." I told him thoughtfully. 

"You should tell her when they are back." He told me as he patted my shoulder.

"Maybe." I whispered before turning to him. "Do you want to help me cook something for them coming back. They're going to be hungry." I asked him with a smile.

"Yeah." He said excitedly. We both walked towards the kitchen and started to baste the chicken before putting it in the oven to roast. As we were preparing the vegetables we heard alot of commotion. Wanda was lying limp in Steve's arms as he ran towards the med bay. I ran behind them to see Steve put Wanda on the bed.

"What happened?" I asked frantically as Vision tried to force me out of the room.

"None of your business." He told me bluntly which I shoved him off me before walking up to Steve.

"What happened?" I asked again.

"She was shot in the stomach. She has been touch and go on the jet." He told me as we watched Bruce get to work. I walked up to equipment and grabbed a syringe and drew some of my blood.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked me as Vision tried to get in my way.

"I suggest you put the syringe down Y/N." He spoke angrily.

"Bruce what are her chances?" I asked the scientist without removing my glare from the synthezoid.

"Very slim so I need everyone out." He spoke sternly as everyone started to leave.

"I suggest you move out of my way Vision or you will make a very nice protocol droid." I spoke through my teeth.

"Come on Vision. Let's go." Nat spoke sternly as she nodded at me. I quickly walked up to Wanda and injected my blood into her artery as Bruce watched as her wound healed.

"How is that possible." He whispered.

"Well you can have a sample to observe if you want to. It's too sciencey for me to get into." I told him as I put the syringe down. It wasn't long until she woke up as Bruce was studying my blood sample.

"This is amazing. You have almost the same structure as Project I but you haven't got the immortatilty or the ability to heal yourself." Bruce spoke up.

"Hydra wanted to make sure that they could shoot me on sight if ever I got out of hand. It is kind of hard to stake a vampire." I smirked at him.

"What happened?" Wanda spoke breaking the two of us out of our little bubble.

"You were shot in the stomach and lost a lot of blood." I spoke up as she sat up in the bed.

"Y/N gave you some of their blood and healed you. If it wasn't for them you would be dead." Bruce told her. She gave me an intense look before smiling softly at me.

"Thank you Y/N." She spoke softly.

"You still need to rest a lot. No dangerous activities until my blood is out of your system." I told her sternly as Bruce agreed with me.

"Ok. Am I able to go to my room?" She asked the two of us

"Of course." Bruce answered as she got down from the table and made her way out of the med bay. "You like her don't you?" Bruce asked me making me tear my gaze away from the door that Wanda had just disappeared through.

"What do you mean?" I asked him confused.

"Out of everyone here, she is the only one you have a soft spot for. Yeah you hang out with Peter and Nat but Wanda is the one who you always look for in every room." He told me with a gentle smile.

"Well she is the one who made me feel comfortable when you captured me. She took the time to get to know me." I told him.

"Well you need to figure out your feelings Y/N. If you really like her, tell her. Don't wait." He told me softly. He is right about that. Whenever Wanda is in the room that is when I feel at my lightest. I decided to see if she wanted to hang out and maybe watch a movie. Then I remembered that Peter and I were cooking dinner together.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I was met by Wanda helping Peter prepare the vegetables.

"Finally Y/N. I thought you forgot to help us." Peter teased me making me scoff.

"I am so sorry spider boy." I smirked at him as I checked the chicken in the oven.

"It's Spiderman." He told me sternly.

"Really? You still seem like a boy to me." I teased him as he threw a sprout at me.

"Well since I am still a boy, I am going to play on my xbox." He smiled as he left Wanda and I alone. When it was just the two of us, the air suddenly became thicker.

"That chicken smells delicious." She spoke first as we worked side by side.

"It's almost ready. Just need to crisp up the skin more." I spoke as I put the stove on to cook the vegetables.

"How did you learn how to cook?" She asked me as she approached my side. I could barely control my breathing with how close she was. But before I could answer Vision decided to pop up.

"Wanda darling, may I talk to you." Vision spoke up making me angry and Wanda cringe. I was about to say something when Wanda gave me a warm smile before she answered him.

"I am helping Y/N cook. So no you may not." She told him bluntly without sparing him a second glance.

"It is important." He spoke slightly annoyed.

"I don't care Vision. We broke up get over it and leave me alone." She shouted at him before she stormed off.

"You have definitely ruined everything just by being here." He sneered at me before he left. I hadn't realised that had broke off the handle to the oven.

"Fuck!!" I shouted as I threw the piece of metal on the floor.

"What's up Y/N?" Tony asked as he walked in to get a drink.

"I'm so sorry, I broke the handle of the oven." I told him apologetically.

"It's ok, I can just get a replacement tomorrow." He told me with a soft smile.

"Thank you." I spoke as I turned the oven off. "I guess we will just have to order out and I will clean up this mess."

"Of course Y/N. Don't worry about it." He spoke before leaving the room. I disposed of most of the food before Wanda came back to the kitchen.

"What happened?" She asked me sadly.

"It was nothing." I shrugged as I prized the oven door open. "Did Vision chase after you?" I asked her worried about her.

"He did. He keeps trying to win me back and he won't take no for an answer." She spoke slightly irritated.

"I will honestly turn him into scrap." I seethed as I ripped the oven door off in anger.

"Please don't Y/N. I don't want you to get hurt." She told me. "And if you end up fighting, the others won't trust you and they could throw you back in the cell. And I don't want that." She spoke as she approached me.

"I just hate that he or whatever he is is getting away with making you feel uncomfortable. The only one who seems to have noticed besides myself is Nat and I just want to teach him a lesson." I told her angrily.

"Please just promise me that you won't resort to violence." She asked me as she was right in front of me.

"I can't Wanda." I whispered as she blushed at the feeling of my breath fanning her face.

"Please Y/N. Just promise me." She stepped closer. I could almost feel our lips touching. I closed the gap and kissed her passionately. She gripped my shoulders returning the kiss while my hands found her waist. She pulled me closer wrapping her arms around my neck deepening the kiss. When air became a problem we pulled apart and I rested my forehead on hers with my eyes still closed savouring the feeling of her being so close to me. Before I knew it, she was dragging me up to her room and locking the door before latching her lips back on mine in a bruising kiss. I pulled her body flush against mine making her moan as she felt my growing bulge against her allowing me to take control of the kiss.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked her. Wanting her to be sure first. I watched as she started to take her clothes off before nodding.

"I am absolutely sure Y/N. Please make me yours." She spoke as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. "Ever since the first time you stood up to Vision for me, I have been drawn to you. I want this. You. Us." She spoke as she stepped out of her clothes as I sped towards her as I picked her up and kissed her roughly making her moan into the kiss. I pushed her down on the bed and started to strip myself as I kept my eyes on her watching as she took off her underwear. When we were both fully naked, she pulled me on top of her both of us sighing at the skin on skin contact. I kissed her passionately wanting to feel every single emotion right now. I was in awe of the beauty underneath me, the silky smoothness of her skin. Her wavy brunette locks and her beautiful jade eyes. Just everything about her was a work of art created by Da Vinci himself. I kissed my way down her body making her sigh as I made my way between her thighs kissing and sucking. Marking where I have been before sucking harshly on her clit as she let out a loud moan.

"Fuck." She breathed out as I sucked and nipped at the sensitive bud. I inserted two fingers in her dripping core thrusting slowly as she arched her back. I looked up at her beautiful features looking so ethereal and vulnerable for me and I am going to cherish this moment because I don't know if this is a one time thing or not. So I am going to make the most of it. I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers signalling that she is close to her release. She finally came on my fingers after a few more thrusts. I pulled my fingers out earning a whimper from Wanda at the emptiness before licking them clean moaning at her taste.

"You taste so fucking good princess." I whispered as I kissed back up her calming body before she pulled me in for a hard kiss. She flipped us both over before she straddled my lap as I moaned at the sight of her dripping sensitive core hovering over my hardened cock, moaning as she lowered herself down on it. It was an amazing sensation feeling her walls clenching around my cock and her warm juices around me. She started to move her hips at a slow pace making us both moan at the feeling. I held her hips for support before I sat up and took one of her nipples in my mouth sucking on it harshly as I wrapped my arms around her back pulling her body flush against mine wanting to feel her closer than ever. She pulled my head away from her breast to her lips kissing me sloppily. I couldn't help moan as I met her thrusts going deeper and hitting her spongy spot making her go wild and both of us just moaning into the others mouth. The sensations of having her so close and so vulnerable is amazing and something that I will cherish. She deserves to be cherished and loved. 

"I'm gonna cum." She breathed into my mouth as her movements became sloppier.

"Me too." I moaned out as we both came after a few more thrusts. She rested her head in my neck as we both calmed down. "Wow." I breathed out she moved her head out of my neck.

"Yeah it was." She whispered before she kissed me softly. I helped her off of me before going to get her a cloth to clean her up. When I was finished I lay beside her as she latched onto my side.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful." I told her with a smile which she returned with a blush on her cheeks. We both soon fell asleep holding eachother, afraid to let go.

Over the next few days and earning knowing smirks off Nat and Tony, everything went by really well. Or so I thought.

I was in the training room at the punching bag before turning around to the sound of the door.

"Hey Vision." I greeted him before I turned back to the punching bag. He didn't reply but before I could even look up at him, he flew and gripped me around my throat as he flew us both through a few walls. I didn't know where in the compound we ended up as he started to punch me in the face repeatedly.

"You are nothing but an abomination." He sneered as he continued his attack. "You have completely ruined my chance with Wanda."

"You did that yourself buddy." I spoke as I spat out some blood before he started to punch me again.

"What is going on in here?" I heard someone speak up before hearing more people rush into the room. Vision was soon engulfed in red energy from Wanda's magic.

"They slept together." Vision spat out as everyone looked at him.

"That isn't a reason to beat up the new avenger Vis." Tony spoke tiredly.

"And we are not together anymore. Get that through those nuts and bolts up there." Wanda spoke angrily.

I watched as Clint had used a small EMP on him and they escorted him to the cells as Wanda ran to my side with Nat behind her as I tried to get up.

"Why didn't you fight back Y/N?" Wanda asked me as she helped in to a sitting up position.

"You could've easily taken him." Nat spoke up.

"I made a promise to you that I wouldn't fight anyone in the compound." I spoke as I looked at her tiredly.

"He could've killed you Y/N." She spoke tenderly 

"Well I am not one to break promises." I told her with a smile which she returned.

"Lets get you to Bruce." Nat spoke up as she helped Wanda help me up.

"Thank you." I spoke to them both as we all walked in silence to the med bay.

After Bruce had made sure that I was ok, he left me alone with Wanda as she sat beside me.

"I'm so sorry that he did this to you." She spoke quietly with her head down.

"This isn't your fault Wanda." I told her as I made her look at me.

"But it is. Because he can't let go of what we had and I made you make that stupid promise, he almost killed you." She spoke shakily

"I am still here. Beside you." I told her with a soft smile. "And I will make that promise to you all over again. When I make a promise, I keep it."

"I am so sorry." She whispered.

"Stop saying your sorry for something that isn't your fault. This was all Vision not you. If you guys didn't come when you did he probably would have killed me but even then I would not break my promise to you." I told her softly as I caressed her cheek softly. "Ever since being here, I have had this weird feeling inside me whenever you are around me. It's like I feel light and nervous at the same time. All I know is that I want to look into those beautiful eyes for the rest of my life, however long that may be."

"You are such a softy." She smiler tearily at me.

"Only for you. I want to see where we go together. I don't want this just to be one night of passion. I am in this for the long haul if that is what you want." I told her.

"But I am damaged goods. A lot of work." She whispered.

"I have been a prisoner for the most of my life. All I have ever known is the coldness of a concrete cell and the cruelness of Hydra. But you have shown me that there is more to life than just that. You were the one who renewed my faith in life. You are the main reason I smile when I wake up here in this strange place because I get to see you and your smile. I get to hear your beautiful soft voice bless my ears." I rambled as she just smiled wider at me. "So please don't blame yourself for this one thing because you give me so much more." I finished as she pressed a soft passionate kiss to my lips before smiling as she pulled away.

"You really have a way with words." She whispered as she looked in my eyes.

"I would like to take you out on a date. Do this properly." I told her as I pointed between us both. "You deserve to be showered with love and affection and I want to be the one to do it." I paused as she just smiled at me sheepishly. "Or it's completely ok if you don't want me. I can just shut up now." I spoke making her chuckle.

"I would love to go out with you Y/N." She smiled at me making me smile brightly before she kissed my cheek. I was truly the happiest I could be. I have got the most beautiful woman to go out with me. With me. God I am so lucky.

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[luveax]

Wet Dreamz

~~~~~

One Shot | Virgin!Pu$$yDrunk!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader | Smut 18+

It started off so innocent She had a vibe and a nigga started diggin' it I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool But a nigga couldn't wait to get to school 'Cause when I seen 'em thighs on her And them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreaming, man, what I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it Make it hard for me to stand up

Description: In your freshman year of college, you and Spencer hit off while working on a project together.

Warning(s): ...hunchin <3

~~~~~

Y'all had so much in common it was insane. Of course he was a genius but his brain was just magnificent. He of course has random knowledge of anything but the things he was genuinely into you also were. It was hard to complete the project with you two always taking breaks to listen to each other mini rant and fangirl over the same likes but you both finished 2 weeks early just so for the next 2 weeks you could spend it doing whatever you two wanted. It was the spark of a new and true friendship.

-

Wasn't nothin' like that Man, it wasn't nothin' like that first time She was in my math class Long hair, brown skin with a fat ass Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad so we passed notes

Both of y'all sat together every lecture. Never paying attention to the professor just in your own world joking and laughing. You'd been noticing Spencer's eyes lingering on you the entire day. Sorta staring just a second longer than he used to. You didn't mind because you loved the attention from him. You found him to be such a catch and you really wanted something more to become of y'all's relationship.

You snorted at a particular joke he made and heard the professor grunt while staring at your direction. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and you put your head down to hide your smile. You felt a nudge to your left and saw Spencer hand a note to you.

Hiding your chuckle at the childish gesture you opened it anyways.

'Don't worry about him he's old anyways and statistically not gonna be here much longer.' Spenders messy cursive spelt out. It took everything in you to to bust out laughing.

'I know right like this dude is too ancient to be scoffing at people. He's using up too much air he already has limited supply’ you wrote back causing Spencer to snicker with you.

‘Do you want to play the new board game you were talking about at my place this weekend’ he suddenly asked. It was random but yeah of course you did. You loved spending time with him.

‘Yeah,’ you replied. ‘Maybe we can do something else later’ you horrible hinted. You cringed at how stupid that sounded. What if he didn’t get the message. Mid spiral you looked over and saw Spencer blushing, oh? Maybe he did get it.

‘Yes I mean sure no problem’ he tried to play off his excitement. You both smiled and tuned into the lecture both thinking about the events that would take place Saturday.

-

Derek let out a booming laugh at what his friend just asked.

“Wait wait run it by me one more time” he said chuckling.

“Don’t make me repeat it.” Spencer begged.

“Nah nah if you want some advice you gotta speak up Spence.” Derek scolded.

Spencer sighed in irritation. “How do I make a girl cum? Okay?!? How do I properly have sex?”

“Oh?” Penelope said as she walked into Spencer’s apartment unannounced. She held up a bag of take out.

“I was just coming by with some dinner but I can definitely stay for this conversation. Who are you trying to make cum?” Pen asked.

Derek chimed in, “lil miss sweet thang he met in his college course”

“Awe the cute one who’s been taking up all your time recently” Pen gushed.

“Are y’all gonna help me or what” Spencer groaned in annoyance.

“Oh we’re gonna help you alright!” Derek and Pen got to work, schooling Spence on all the tips and tricks. Good thing Spencer has an eidetic memory because this conversation went on for hours.

-

You were actually freaking the fuck out. You were standing outside his door and thinking what was wrong with you? Why would you even suggest something like that. Oh. My. Fuck. You were damn near hyperventilating at that point. You and Spencer. Spencer and you. You and fucking Spencer. Ahhhh!

Spencer opened the door in the middle of your mini silent rant.

"Hi" You wheezed out startled.

"Hey.." Spence Replied

-

What. The. Absolute. Fuck. Happened. To. Spencer...

This wasn't the cute nerdy boy you've been crushing on since your very first project together. This was a beat of a man who've you've never met before. At the rate he was fuckin you, you would've thought this was light work to him.

The aches and bruises that lined your body was evidence enough that this was a machine. It wasn't the normal precise and put together Spence you knew. This was an entirely new person but you weren't complaining. Actually the sounds you were making were telling.

"Fuck Spence slow down" You whined out, your body shaking each time he trusted into your cunt.

"Can't mamas, you just feel so good." He mumbled into your neck, completely pussy drunk at the moment.

'Mamas'??? When did he start using that nickna- ohhhhh. You sent a silent Thank you to Derek now knowing your shy crush asked for advice.

You felt Spencer getting restless and grabbed his face to make eye contact with him. Face to face your breaths mixing with the smell of lust and tension the air.

He let out a frustrated groan and you suddenly felt yourself bend into a mating press. Your legs on his shoulders, knees to your chest.You whined and winched at the bruising grip he had on your thighs. You could feel him so deeply now.

"Fuck Spence I can feel you in my guts." You panted out. Barely able to catch your breath. You feel him mumble something incoherent without missing a beat.

"That's it, just feel me baby."

He was intoxicating. His hair was a mess sticking to his forehead and neck.

You couldn't care less though. you knew this night would be a good and a long one. You couldn't wait to see what other 'Research' He did.

~~~~~

Ngl got lazy at the end lmk if y'all want me to finish this one up. Bai loves.

[thebroccolination]

Well, well, well.

It appears that there’s an elegant fairy-dusting of hate comments about me on Twitter from some Peraya interfans who are furious that I made this video:

Why, you ask?

Well, apprently I spent days making that video because I’m only “pretending” to be a Peraya.

I’m sorry y’all had to find out this way that I’ve been posting joyfully about KristSingto for five years as a long con ruse. I haven’t been informed why I did that. I’ll let you know if they tell me.

Maybe they’ll also tell me why I was “pretending” to be a fan of Singto while I was supporting GawinKrist and “Be My Favorite.” I’d love to know that, too.

Because of course a fan can’t support multiple projects by the same person. A fan can’t like KristSingto AND GawinKrist. It can’t be that I like seeing Krist succeed no matter whether he’s paired with Singto or pursuing solo projects with other people.

😐

Sarcasm aside, those individuals can yell all they want about how fake I am and how they’ll never forgive me for What I Did.

Because tell me: what did I do?

I’ll go first: 1) I made threads calling for people to respect Krist’s friendships with Singto and Gawin against the toxic fans on both sides who were constantly fighting each other. I also 2) named Peraya as the ones who were starting throwaway accounts to attack Gawin throughout the summer of 2023 while “Be My Favorite” was airing. (Some Peraya believe that Gawin’s own fans made throwaway accounts to “make Peraya look bad”—and yes, I can’t prove they weren’t, but I also can’t see Gawin’s fans calling him a “half-breed” even under the guise of anonymity. I can see it done by fans who were so angry about BMF they refused to acknowledge the series while it was airing and regularly tweeted about how just thinking about it made them want to cry, though. I used context clues to assume who might have a vested interest in going after Krist’s costar.)

And then 3) in 2024, I stood up for Krist because he had been forced to hide his friendship with Gawin for months. He closed his Broadcast permanently because there were Peraya putting vomit and angry emojis on the two photos he posted of Gawin. He was getting hate on Twitter from some Peraya for 1) not fanservicing with Singto enough, 2) betraying Singto by leaving the outing with Gawin instead of staying at the hotel with Singto, and 3) ruining KristSingto’s comeback, among other things.

There were alt accounts calling Gawin a “half-breed” and a “mutt” and a “leech” the same way some GawinKrist fans were calling Singto “desperate” and “broke” and a “leech,” and I was so tired of all of it I left Twitter.

I also stood up for Singto in all of that.

In every thread I made about this for two years, I said we should support Krist and show respect to Singto and Gawin because they’re people he cares about.

I archived my Twitter, so I have receipts of everything I said, every thread I made defending Krist, Singto, and Gawin.

All I’ve ever stood for in this fandom is unity and harmony and kindness like the My Little Pony fan I am, but I won’t tolerate toxicity and aggression. I block for it regularly, and I left Twitter in part because of all of this.

Fandom is a community, and common decency and respect for each other are fundamental parts of that. If you want to spend your time in fandom fighting other fans and complaining about everything instead of using that energy to uplift Krist and Singto when they’re creating art to admire, then, quite frankly, you’re going to make people less likely to want to join the Peraya fandom.

So let me be very clear:

1) Krist and Singto are and always have been my priority as a Peraya.

2) I am creating videos and projects to bring new fans into our fandom because it will be fun.

3) If you keep bullying people and creating vendettas and making blacklists, you are going to make this fandom a worse place to be in, and people won’t want to be part of it. You are the reason some Peraya have left. They were tired of your negativity, and they walked away because of it.

I am building community. Build with me or build your own, but this isn’t going to help KristSingto in their comeback.

Focus on them, because that’s what I’m going to do.

There, I think that’s clear enough.

And to any new fans reading this and going, “Yikes,” then welcome! If you’re looking for community, feel free to join my KristSingto Discord server where we’ve been happily discussing “The Ex-Morning”!

We have rewatches of every episode weekly at 18:00GMT on Saturdays and 7:00GMT on Sundays. I look forward to seeing you there!

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

I do believe she did love humanity, in her own way.

The girl with the snake-like eyes gazed at the lifeless world in front of her, remembering what it looked like the first time she saw it. Struggle… combat… all the joys and sorrows… challenging the fabrications of the gods… “Was it them that brought humanity to the state it’s in now?” The girl bent over and picked up a handful of sand, watching it slip between her fingers, like everything else in this world. “In the end, this is all we’ve saved? It’s difficult to bear…”

(Mobius Recollection: A Girl named Charon)

Rather than hating Humanity for its flaws, she was rebelling against its fragility. She's not a misanthrope, she's a transhumanist.

In fact, her first motive for trying to find a way for humanity to evolve was that the decay of her father's mind made him violent:

The girl suddenly felt that the entire situation was ridiculous. A little white pill, flawless and clean in appearance, could completely destroy someone’s personality and turn them into someone else. It seemed to her that humans are ridiculously fragile creatures. Ridiculous… hilarious… ugly.

She tidied her faintly green-colored hair, and looked up with a playful expression. “You really look ugly.” “I will never turn into someone like you.”

(Mobius Recollection: Birthday)

She thought she could rid them of disease and endings... I think she saw death as a flaw because, deep down, her goal was essentially a child's desire for everyone to live happy forever, no matter what. It was an ideal.

“I will make humanity… evolve” “Whatever disaster befalls us, I will not let humans be humiliated like this.” “I won’t let them become wretched monsters…” “like you.” 

(Mobius Recollection: Birthday)

Yet she was seen as a crazy woman with no qualms, impossible goals, and a villain-like demeanor. She already saw that humans could be monsters, so she didn't see anything strange with modifying humanity to incorporate monsters in order to change— but most people wouldn't have seen Humanity as ugly and monstrous in the first place, not in the ways she had to deal with as a child.

Except Klein. Klein understood her, not because she had all this context and backstory to psychoanalyze her, but because she understood that she didn't see Mobius's vision, and had the humility to acknowledge it and want to follow her anyway... want to help her realize her ideals. Or at least that's my interpretation, haha. This is a trait both Kleins share, but Mobius didn't intend it in the ELF.

A lot of Mobius's character runs around motherhood in a few different ways. Her own mother, who gave her the earring she kept wearing 'til she died, Griseo and of course, the Klein ELF who the sim sacrifices herself for, who you could easily say she regarded as her daughter.

A key component of Mobius is that she gives her creations (children) freedom. She doesn't seek to control them, she wants to see how they will evolve. Freedom means infinite possibilities. Children have infinite possibilities, they can become anyone, they can become better than their parents, just like she wanted to be better than her father.

This also means that she refuses to have expectations, but... that's also to protect herself.

“Klein, if you’ve made up your mind, I won’t stop you.”  “I said the freedom I gave you was absolute, but before it happens, I want you to ask yourself why you’re doing this.” “...” “Because… you gave me life.” “So?” “I’ve created other artificial lives, but you’re the only one here.”

(Mobius Recollection: Klein)

She made the Klein ELF because of her grief over the original Klein, but despite their strong similarities she's very careful not to project onto her, emphasizing her freedom, even denying that the ELF could become her assistant the same way Klein was... until she was proven wrong and had to confront that it was her daughter's wish to follow her.

“Ha…” Mobius smiled in self-ridicule. Yeah, Klein had found her answer since long ago. It was Mobius herself that held the prejudice and believed Klein shouldn’t repeat the path of the old Klein.Even she herself couldn’t tell why she did this. Even if Klein sets out on the same old path, so what? This is her choice.

(Mobius Recollection: Klein)

She recognizes they're different individuals, and loves them both... but she wouldn't even dare to hope that the ELF would choose her, like Klein had, until she had to confront it happening.

She would have loved Klein even if she didn't.

I'm always thinking about how Mobius found humanity so imperfect and flawed but she loved Klein so much that she created elf Klein in her image. She wanted a companion and it could have been anything she could imagine but she only wanted Klein.

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

En såndär bockjävel eller vad fan det heter

↳ sytråd och virknål 0,6 mm + bonus: biblically accurate julbock

Note: I moved this under a read more since donations can no longer be made here. Feel free to make some to a charity of your choice though!

Did you know it used to be the Christmas goat that brought you your presents in Sweden?

To keep the spirit alive, you can officially make a donation in the name of this little crochet goat to support everyone's right to survive their pregnancy! Just go to this link and follow these steps:

Please note that this collection only remains active until 15 Dec 2024! More information about the organisers can be found at the bottom of this post.

On the right hand side/top of the linked page, you can see the current sum of donations. Below that are some options we need to fill out to make a donation of our own.

First we need to disclose whether the donation is being made by a private individual (Privatperson) or a business (Företag). I'm assuming you're a private individual, so leave the first option selected (on the left).

Next we choose the method of payment. "Swish" is a Swedish payment service that won't work for foreigners, and if you're Swedish I'm assuming you already know how it works. Foreigners, please choose the second option to pay by card (Kort).

Now for the fun bit! How much do you want to donate? The standard options are presented in Swedish krona (kr). I have put the rough exchange rates to US dollars for each option below:

50 kr ≈ $4.56 | 100 kr ≈ $9.13 | 300 kr ≈ $27.38

You can convert from your currency to Swedish krona using this tool. Just choose your own currency in the first drop-down menu ("from").

In the final field you have the option to instead enter your own amount, if you want to give less or more or in between any of the previous options. Note that the amount you enter is in Swedish krona, so look up the exchange rates so that you know how much you are giving if you choose this option!!

The final two check boxes are options that relate to the public display of your donation (see the bottom of the page). If you don't check either option, your donation amount will be visible but your name will not be.

Check the first box if you want your name to show up in the public list of donations, leave it unchecked to remain anonymous. Check the second box if you want to hide the amount you've donated, leave it unchecked to show the world your donation amount.

Finally, hit the red button to be taken to the payment page. Fulfil the payment, and be sure to double check the amount you're donating. Note that we use commas instead of dots to separate decimals in Swedish, so 50,00 kr means simply 50 kr.

And that's it! Thank you so much for your donation!! 🥳🐐

Please reblog this post so that more people will hopefully donate, or at least get to enjoy a tiny Gävlebock!

What is this charity thing?

Musikhjälpen is an annual charity event organised by the Swedish public broadcasters. Every year in December, 3 hosts are locked in a glass cage for a week and they broadcast in shifts, nonstop for 144 hours (6 days, 24 hours per day) to create an occasion for charity donations. They are visited by various music artist, celebrities, and talk to people who have special knowledge about the donation theme of the year or who organise initiatives for donations. You can watch clips of previous performances on their youtube channel here.

The event's official donations website also allows the public to set up their own "initiatives", to which donations can be made. This is what I have done! The money goes directly to the event organisers (the public broadcasters' aid agency, Radiohjälpen), who then pool all the money that is collected during the week. After the week is done they will begin portioning it out to trusted charities that are relevant to this year's theme. This year's theme is Alla har rätt att överleva sin graviditet, or in English: Everyone Has a Right to Survive Their Pregnancy.

Learn more about musikhjälpen on English Wikipedia or on Sveriges radio's website (in Swedish).

Or

If you prefer, the goat will be just as happy if you make a donation to a charity of your choice. You'll have to find links to other causes on your own though! 😊

I should probably also mention that I am in no way officially affiliated with Gävlebocken, I just crocheted a little guy and thought it would be nice to spread some constructive spirit among all the calls for arson. 😇

[heartorbit]

hello, sekai! 🌎💫☘️💿🎪🎼

it's a good movie sir

[skitskatdacat63]

This is a special genre of f1 picture(to ME.)

[peppermint-jade]

In honor of my data being recovered here's my magnum opus: Guinevere's Camelot, my final film class project from college

[offthewall1979]

my review of Moonwalk: hot mess. ★★★.

[nexus-nebulae]

oh my god. that one "oc" we wrote who had DID that we came up with before our syscovery. that was not an oc. oh my god cody and blake why did you take five years to make yourselves known to us-

[firstroseofspring]

thinking pondering to me john torres is like. what if u met a woman. with confidence and dignity and a strong moral backbone. you meet and she makes a distinct impression with her honesty and her frankness and she seems like she's always sure of what she wants and what she needs and she's so different from anyone else you know and thats exciting and she's exciting and she likes you specifically you. and you don't think much of you but it feels good to be liked by someone like that. you love her of course. you marry her. of course!

[lizzy-bonnet]

Working in the yarn shop on Sundays, I have a group of regulars who come in specifically then for my advice on their knitting projects and over the years I've gotten to know a lot about them - their ailments and their spouses and their children and their careers and their mothers are all things they find themselves telling me about over the course of trying to bring forth a knitted piece. Most of them are women, most of them are over 50, and most of them have been through a lot and are trying to reclaim something for themselves through the act of creation. A while back, one of these older women opened up to me about how when she first came to this country it was just her and her daughter and they were so happy until her husband joined them, when he promptly began making her miserable. Now, decades later, all her children live far away, she spends all her time taking the husband to dialysis, her sciatic is bad and she may need heart surgery (who will take care of her, I find myself wondering), and she comes to see me once a month or so to talk about a new project and tells me it is the only thing she does for herself.

Today she came in with a smile on her face and delightedly introduced me to her son, who will soon move closer to home with his family. Then she says, as if commenting on the weather, that on Friday her husband died, and tomorrow they will hold the funeral. For a second I had tonal whiplash from the conversation and then I realized, oh, you're unburdened now. Like the relief in her face and her body were palpable. The son shows a picture of a cardigan to me and asks if it can be knitted, and we pick out yarn and a pattern. She's so excited to make it for him. She beams when she looks at him; he is tall and handsome and polite, and wants to wear something she made for him. She is proud of this man she raised.

It just made me think of the many, many women who come from cultures where leaving a crappy spouse isn't an option so they shuttle along doing their best and trying to find some beauty and joy in whatever way they can. Kids may not visit often because their spouse isn't welcoming or there is bad blood, so they are lonely. I remind her, we have our social group. She hasn't come to it much before because she is always taking him to dialysis, but now she says she will come often and meet the other women. Many of them are like her, but in the craft they find companionship that has been absent for so much of their lives. I hope there will be renewal for this dear lady and that she can learn more about herself and what brings her joy.

[sheeezu]

Yes, this is a new account, I just made this. I don't care if people question the authenticity of my post, my experience as a shifter, or whatever I'm about to say.

I don't know how to use Tumblr, nor do I know how to make my post reach people who need it, nor would I be a narcissist and say "you're lucky if you found my post!" I don't mind if this reaches an audience or not, I'm glad to get everything off my chest.

Yes. I've shifted.

I have shifted realities, more times than I can count on my fingers, and that is for a very specific reason, which I'll explain later.

I'm writing this because I'm about to permashift, and no, I won't hear out any antishifters or people who don't like permashifting in general, I don't care about your opinion so don't waste my time.

Before I start, I'd like to say one thing:

I was irrational minded, I lacked belief in myself and shifting. Shifting often times felt like a chore more than a fun activity, and i have to admit, it became an unhealthy habit.

So? Why did I mention this?

Because I had been lurking around shifting communities and I realised everyone feels like this, a very (mentally) painful feeling where the lack of shifts starts acting as your biggest enemy, and the phrase:

"Shifting needs practice!"

Sounds like poison when it comes from an experienced shifter.

Though, is the phrase actually true?

No, not at all.

Shifting does not need practice!!

Here's why:

(BTW, I will explain my "method", no matter if I have time or not. Also, I don't call this reality "Current Reality", instead I call it Void reality, so don't get confused.)

The "practice" you're doing is only affecting your void reality (taking time out of your day, making you constantly think you're in your learning phase, so it doesn't exactly lead to your desired reality, does it?)

Of course, if you view it as a skill, it will in some way act like that, it'll become a skill for you, and you can never succeed on your first, second, third, hundredth try, because in your brain you have registered the fact that shifting is this grand, universal task, and that it is very difficult (because its common sense that you practice difficult things to get good at them)

Practice is a very humane and earthly act, if people have succeeded doing just practice, then good for then, they're right in their own way, but it didn't work for me, and in my opinion it's the worst way to view shifting, and often times it is demotivating, and you'll mess up you're entire journey.

Shifting is not a skill, shifting is a universal law.

I'll become more clear as I explain my journey:

My journey:

I found shifting from a random YouTube video 3 years ago. I might have only said cool and moved along.

A year later something traumatic happened in my life, which shook me so badly I needed an escape.

First of all, I chose astral projecting, but I realised I was too much of a coward to do so.

Then I came towards shifting, first DR was very typical, it was Hogwarts.

Having no knowledge whatsoever in the topics of spirituality, meditation, I went straight to methods, because they were like guides for me, I was very inexperienced, of course, and looked at other people and what they were doing for guidance.

Alice in wonderland method didn't do much, raven method was too uncomfortable (side note, all this raven method does is make you too focused on your void reality, cmon, in your DR are you laying down like a starfish?) And I was having terrible trouble with my intrusive thoughts (which made the floor disappear from under my feet, made the stairs for the stairs method too short to climb or straight up made them dissappear as well)

I didn't have any luck that year, no mini shifts, no lucid dreams, or sleep paralysis. And my DRs never remained constant. They always changed on a daily basis.

I was big on methods, I couldn't realize they never worked for me.

Although, this year of failure led me to finally figure out where I belonged.

A DR made out of scratch, which I spend much effort in putting the pieces of it together.

The DR, which was called "Home reality" really made me feel settled in my journey.

LOA, and the consciousness theory were the leading factors which made me shift.

And don't worry, it isn't what you're tired of being told, I didn't just apply any orthodox definition of LOA and succeeded.

Background to my first shift:

It was a particularly stressful day, I really missed my home.

I was studying at my college (I still am, but...) and I was dreading giving a chemistry test, I did not prepare. In my mind, one thing was constantly looping in my head.

The scenario of the chemistry teacher coming in, and taking the test, and the next day I get it handed back with a big fat zero.

But then I stopped and wondered, having already known about the consciousness theory, so according to it:

"I am constantly letting this thought run in my mind, and constantly letting this reality dictate what happens next."

Basically, I realized what was about to happen next was indirectly in my control, but with my line of thinking, I was letting this reality control it directly.

I stopped, like actually stopped thinking.

And with a blank mind I thought.

"I won't have to take any test today."

And went around telling my classmates this with a confident tone.

The teacher came in, said we'll instead do some practicals in lab.

So the test got cancelled.

Going home, I got excited, i felt powerful.

I decided to apply this to shifting.

Before shifting, I took a nap during the day, (if you're tired your body insists on sleeping, so your mind will get hazy and you will start acting lazy towards your goal)

And after living how I normally would, before bedtime, I listened to some songs, and look at a Pinterest board which reminded me of my home reality.

My method and what happened next:

First phase of shifting:

When I laid down on the bed to start shifting, I first got comfy (for me, if I feel sleepy for some reason, I laid on my back, I can't fall asleep in that position, but if I think ill stay awake until I reach a "detached state" then I sleep on my side, it's comfortable)

I obviously wasn't checking the time, but I spent about 10 minutes getting relaxed, all I do to relax is:

a) look at the blackness (closed eyes, looks like starry skies) and try to believe I'm looking at the milky way.

b) think about my home reality, just faces of my loved ones, and nostalgia inducing images.

c) Affirm, but don't focus entirely on affirming, usually in the back of my mind I'm repeating "I have shifted to my home reality" "I have shifted my senses to my home reality" "I have stopped sensing the void reality" "I am smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing and seeing my home reality" no other fancy affirmations required. (Now that I think about it, you need to affirm NOW because this method has two phases, one where you are shifting, and one where you have shifted, and you are in the 3D, where you are occupying your DR self, their thoughts, and memories, and popular method usually only have one phase, either you are shifting, or have shifted. So my point is if you affirm later and you'll be affirming when you're supposed to be in your DR, and obviously, your DR self won't be spouting out affirmations about shifting to a random reality for no reason.)

During this time, you'll feel tingly all over. It's a good sign.

And you'll feel a certain detachment, like you aren't exactly here, you have no idea what position you're lying in, and where your feet are. (Please, for the love of God do not start counting your feet or get freaked out that you can't feel your leg, you'll come back to the void reality.)

So you can start the next phase.

Middle phase (optional):

To prepare for the next and last phase, you can do this to get ready, or don't (First read the third phase)

This is all about connection to your DR.

Think about memories from your DR, focus on the faces of your loved ones, the way you act, talk, your mannerisms in your DR, or you can simply say affirmations like these one:

My name is ___.

I work as a ___.

My age is ___.

Don't try to imagine vividly or anything, lightly touch upon the basic details of your DR, the construction and foundation of any reality and the person, who has existed there for their entire life.

(That's you!)

Phase three:

Take a sudden, abrupt stop from your stream of thoughts. (Yes intrusive thoughts will still pop up but don't give any importance to them) when you're in a blank state of mind, not longer than 30 seconds, you need to build up to the last step of your shifting method, and journey.

a) start imagining hearing the voices of your loved ones or just any voice, calling your DR name, your nicknames, with different tones. (For example, i heard my name in an angry tone from my father when he was scolding me, I heard my name followed by a laughter when my S/O teased me.)

OK, for me, I started feeling intense, groundshaking symptoms at this moment. Sudden flashing of lights, extreme feeling of floating, and ofcourse, feeling tingliness so much that it felt like pins and needle on my entire body. (I did ignore the symptoms)

b) plan the rest of your day in your DR, which you will be spending.

AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT LIKE THIS.

❌️When I reach my DR ❌️ I will have to go to that eye specialist for that appointment.

Instead: (and the more you personalize it, the better)

Ughhh, I have to go to that appointment- this day will suck.

(Don't mind my example, that was the only thing I could think of at the moment)

c) in this reality, you are constantly thinking of something, your thoughts are definitely what constructs this reality, and your current thoughts are affecting your subconscious. (By this point, your subconscious is grounded in your DR, so don't worry about that bastard.)

Now, you're going to start thinking, thoughts which are going on in your DR self's mind, start with one sentence, with which you'll be able to start consciously thinking like your DR self.

And think in the style, tone, and mood of your DR self, and keep the thoughts strictly related to your DR.

Thats it, but what happens afterwards? And what happened to me?

So for me, I started feeling weird while I was thinking.

And I remember I thought this:

"Ugh, I don't want eggs for breakfast."

(I'm not saying this is the key to shifting, at this point, I had covered various topics, including, weather, my upcoming work assignment, and praised my S/O for a good 5 minutes.)

And I started panting, like suddenly I was trying to catch my breath, the room felt bright, so I opened my eyes, and well, I was in my home reality :)

I was delirious for a few second, my S/O was looking at me worriedly, but surprisingly, it didn't even take me a minute to adjust, it felt all so natural and I wasn't scared.

I didn't even feel emotional, at all, and didn't hug my S/O with tears in my eyes, I straight up asked to be served breakfast, incase anyone was wondering.

So that's it.

Although i have much to say, I'm tired of writing, but I'm more than willing to answer each and every one of your questions, although I only have 7 hours left till I permashift, I'll remain mostly active till then.

And no, I'm not rereading this to fix my grammar, so just ask if anything confused you.

Ask away.

I'm still not sure if this'll reach anyone or not.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSUNSHINEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Robin Jason Todd x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : When He Have A Puppy Crush Obsession.

☆⁠ NOTES : Teenagers in love. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Jason first noticed you during an English Lit discussion when you were debating the themes in Wuthering Heights. Most of the class was half-asleep, but you were animated, speaking with such passion that Jason couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even care about Heathcliff or Catherine, but if you were this invested, then he’d read the whole damn book twice just to have something to talk to you about. At first, he kept his distance, watching you from afar. You were too kind, too radiant, too good for someone like him. But Jason wasn’t known for his self-restraint. The more he watched you, the more he realized he couldn’t stay away.

Jason started sitting closer to you in class. He’d lean back in his chair, tapping his pen against his desk, waiting for the perfect moment to chime in when you spoke. He wanted your attention, even if it was just a quick glance his way. When you’d drop your pen, Jason would be the first to pick it up, handing it back with a lopsided grin. “Gotta be more careful, sunshine.” The nickname stuck, much to his delight. He quickly learned your schedule. Not in a creepy way (he tells himself), but because he just happened to notice you always stopped by your locker before lunch. He’d time it so he was walking by at the same moment, giving him an excuse to strike up a conversation. Jason’s protective instincts kicked in almost immediately. If anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, Jason was there, glaring at them until they backed off. He didn’t care if it was some senior jock twice his size—no one messed with you.

One day, you stayed late at school to finish a group project, and Jason nearly lost his mind when he saw you walking home alone after dark. He followed you in the shadows, making sure you got home safely. The next morning, he casually handed you a pocket-sized pepper spray. “For emergencies,” he said, trying to play it cool. He started leaving little things in your locker. A book you mentioned wanting to read, your favorite candy, or a handwritten note that simply said, "Don’t forget to smile today, sunshine."

Jason had a habit of “accidentally” showing up at places he knew you’d be. Whether it was the library, the coffee shop down the street, or even the park where you liked to read, Jason was always “just passing by.” He’d flash you a sheepish grin and sit down, secretly thrilled at the chance to spend more time with you. He hated seeing you talk to other guys, especially when they made you laugh. Jason knew he didn’t have the polished charm of some of the rich kids at Gotham High, but he cared about you in a way no one else could. He’d clench his fists and bite his tongue, reminding himself that you deserved someone better—someone who wouldn’t scare you away with how much they needed you. But then you’d turn to him, smiling so sweetly, and Jason would forget everything else. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.

One evening, you stayed late at school again, and this time, someone actually tried to mess with you. Jason, of course, had been waiting nearby, as he always did when you stayed late. He didn’t hesitate to step in, taking down the guy with practiced ease. “Jason?!” you gasped when you saw him. He froze, realizing you’d caught him. “You—you were following me?” you asked, a mix of confusion and something softer in your voice. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping away. “I just... wanted to make sure you were safe,” he muttered. “You don’t know how dangerous this city is. I couldn’t—I can’t let anything happen to you.” Instead of being scared, you surprised him by throwing your arms around him. “Thank you, Jason,” you whispered, and he swore his heart stopped.

From that day on, Jason was even more protective of you. He’d walk you home without an excuse, carry your books without asking, and sit with you at lunch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jason wasn’t the type to ask for permission, not when it came to you. He’d always been bold in everything he did—whether it was picking a fight with someone twice his size or throwing himself into danger without a second thought. But when it came to you, he hesitated. How could he ask you out without coming off as desperate? Without you realizing just how much space you occupied in his mind, how your laugh replayed in his head on a loop every night, and how he couldn’t sleep unless he knew you were safe?

It started like any other day. Jason was walking you to class, his bag slung carelessly over his shoulder as he matched your pace. His usual smirk was in place, but inside, his mind was racing. He’d practiced the words over and over in his head. Just ask her. It’s not a big deal. She likes you, right? She has to. You didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil, chatting about your favorite movie and how you’d been wanting to watch it again. Jason latched onto that.

“Hey, uh... you doing anything this weekend?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his usual cockiness slipping into nervousness. You tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Not really. Why?” “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could catch that movie you like? Or, you know, grab some food after. Just us.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Jason Todd, are you asking me out?” His ears turned red. “Maybe. Depends on your answer.” You laughed—a sweet, melodious sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?” Jason huffed, trying to regain his composure. “So, is that a yes, or...?” “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, nudging his shoulder playfully. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, you know.”

Jason was a bundle of nerves the entire day leading up to your date. He didn’t want to mess this up—not with you. He even went so far as to ask Alfred (secretly, of course) for advice, which earned him a lecture about being respectful and treating you like a lady. When he picked you up that evening, Jason was... different. He’d ditched his usual leather jacket for a nicer shirt, and his hands were tucked nervously into his pockets. But the moment he saw you step out of your house, his nerves vanished. “Wow,” he breathed. “You look... amazing.” You smiled, blushing slightly. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Todd.” He couldn’t stop grinning as he walked you to his bike. “Hold on tight, sunshine,” he teased as he handed you a helmet. “I’ve got you.”

Jason surprised you by actually being a perfect gentleman. He took you to your favorite little diner, the one you’d mentioned in passing weeks ago. He remembered everything you liked—the exact way you liked your burger, your favorite drink, even the little details about how you always added extra ketchup. During the movie, he couldn’t focus on the screen. Not when you were sitting so close, your shoulder brushing his. He was hyper-aware of every little movement you made—the way you laughed at the funny scenes, the way your eyes lit up during your favorite parts. And when you leaned your head against his shoulder halfway through, Jason thought he might actually die from happiness.

As the weeks went on, you started noticing things about Jason. How he always seemed to know where you were, how he’d intercept anyone who tried to bother you before they even got close, how he’d show up with your favorite snacks when you didn’t mention being hungry. It didn’t take long to piece it together. One evening, as you both sat on a rooftop (because Jason insisted the city looked better from up high), you decided to bring it up. “Jason,” you started, looking at him with a soft smile, “you’re really... protective, you know that?” He stiffened. “Is that... bad?” You shook your head, resting your hand on his arm. “No. It’s sweet. I know you just want to keep me safe.” Jason let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I just... I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You’re the best thing in my life, and the thought of anything happening to you—” “Jason,” you interrupted, squeezing his arm, “you don’t have to worry so much. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” He turned to look at you, his blue eyes filled with a vulnerability you didn’t expect. “You mean that?” You nodded. “I like having you around. Even if you’re a little... intense sometimes.” His lips twitched into a grin. “You think I’m intense now? You should see what I’d do if anyone actually hurt you.” You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I think I’ll take your word for it.” Jason wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. In that moment, he knew he’d do whatever it took to keep you happy and safe. You were his sunshine, his everything. And now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go. Not ever.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[thisrots]

hate or lesbian yearning?

caitlyn x fem!reader

♥︎ warnings: dom!cait x sub!receiving!reader, college au, academic/family rivals, use of cait/caitlyn/kiramman, mean/loser(?)/nerdy cait, brat/smart ass reader, strap usage, backshots, hate sex, size kink u squint ♥︎

♥︎ word count: 2k ♥︎

Caitlyn Kiramman truly hated you.

Hate was a strong word, she was well aware of that, and used it wisely when speaking not so fondly of you and your family.

“That wretched girl ruined my project!” Cait slammed her fisted hands down on her vanity, perfume bottles and jewelry pieces knocking over in the process. In the corner of the room sat her poster board, graded at a 95, sheets of research sprawled out across the room. “I hate her. I hate her parents for giving birth to her. I hate her presence, her attitude, her whole entire being!”

“Caitlyn, please!” Her mother tutted, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders as she squeezed tightly. “You must be better than them. You cannot let yourself succumb to her actions, she does it because she’s jealous of you.”

Caitlyn looked up, staring at the angered expression looking back at her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were furrowed, glasses sliding down her nose, huffing as her blood boiled underneath her skin. She wouldn’t do such a thing, surrender to you and your spoiled little games, but would make you succumb to her.

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

You always did have a thing for the secretly mean girls.