#cinnamon roll meets sinnamon roll

[necroneos]

Viola Facts (JJBA, F!verse)

Note: 'F!verse' refers to universe in part 5 where she's with Formaggio. There's an alternate one where she's paired with Tiziano and Squalo instead called 'T&S!verse'.

Viola's favorite snack/dessert is ice cream sandwiches. Her roommate always has at least one to two boxes available at any time in the apartment. They're always neapolitan unless that flavor is unavailable. It's vanilla if out of stock.

She doesn't have a job out in society at a store, restaurant, or otherwise. When Anguria (her roommate) picked her up off the street, she was given the job to clean the apartment and keep it clean as well as do the cooking in exchange for the roof over her head. She does get a bit of pocket money from time to time as thanks.

After being pulled out of public school after 1st grade, Viola went on to only make one friend in highschool when she was put back into public education. Highschool and onward her parents were the ones who picked her friends. Have an acquaintance? Great, why don't you introduce us! This was – more often than not – an excuse to screen others and judge to see if they were trustworthy enough to be her friend. If they weren't, they pulled some strings to have that person never interact with her again.

Despite the amount acquaintances that she'd have for a brief period, she actually has very poor social skills stacked on top of being a shy introvert. Because she was pulled out of public education at 6 years old, she didn't have the chance to interact with other children her age until she was 14. But even then, her shyness often got into the way. She can come across as clumsy and awkward (socially) to people because of this. Said lack of interaction has also made her naive and gullible to many things.

When she first came to Italy at 20 years old and was picked up off the street by Anguria, she had to be taught how to make her own decisions. She also suffered from some separation anxiety. Concerned about this, her roommate had her start attending therapy. She still goes even now.

The lack of stability with people in Viola's life has left her with abandonment issues. When she does meet somebody she becomes close to, she emotionally clings to them for dear life out of fear of losing them. She however does grasp the concept that relationships, platonic or otherwise, can end.

Once or twice a month she has a nightmare that's somehow related to somebody close to her leaving her in some way or her parents.

Despite being an emotional individual, her default expression is typically stoic unless she's daydreaming.

She has a calico cat named Mozzarella because Anguria, while drunk, impulsively adopted a kitten from a shelter across the street from a grocery store where she was supposed to buy some mozzarella sticks from.

Her hobby is ceramics and reading.

She has an interest in psychology and to a slightly lesser degree, human physiology and anatomy.

A lot of people assume she has her head solely in the clouds, but are quickly proven wrong when she speaks. Her head being in the clouds is partly true; she has a very creative mind so she's always coming up with ideas.

Because of the media (TV shows, books, movies, etc), she has unrealistic expectations of men (well, until she meets Formaggio).

She's demiromantic and demisexual, yet for Formaggio it was love at first sight.

She comes across to others as a total cinnamon roll but do not be deceived – this girl is a sinnamon roll.

The only reason Viola doesn't fall for some of the oldest tricks in the book (overall in life) is because Anguria had to teach her them.

She doesn't wear makeup, nor does she bother to. She's a take it or leave it girl. She's a small girl, having B-cups.

She doesn't drink alcohol, smoke or do drugs. She's a good girl. She might try a sip or two of wine though, if you can convince her to.

She prefers to wear clothes that are comfortable and practical over clothing that's cute and more revealing. It's also because she gets cold easily.

She likes to take afternoon naps unless she's out and about.

She's on birth control. Anguria thought it would be a safe decision considering the fact that being alone at night is dangerous. And Italy has the mafia. Just wants to avoid any...unsavory situations, if you catch my drift.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #viola irving #viola irving (f!verse) #self-insert #generalized self-insert #self insert #viola irving (jjba) #my oc

[parcy-anda-but-with-actual-posts]

I can’t decide on a color scheme for Tre... right now I’ve decided he dresses in the warmer colors to go with his color contacts and dyed hair when on the job, but off the clock, he feels blues go better with his natural hair and eye colors. :3

Meet the Sinnamon Roll Trio, a complement to the Cinnamon Roll Trio, and chunk 2 of 4 in a bigger lineup - more nonsense under the cut. CX

Same picture, but with comedic context. >v<

We’re about halfway there. Kill me now. ;w; This always happens, by the time I’m done with this lineup, I’ll be dissatisfied with the first half. =w=; But we’re going to finish this, by gum.

#original characters #oc redesign #pose practice

[starleska]

9, 10, 17 for the ask game, we are gonna find your weaknesses 😈

find my weaknesses? oh no!! 😳💖 i have no idea what you mean kind anon, i certainly don't have any of those… [ask game]

9. who is the sweetest cinnamon roll? aww the sweetiest are few and far between when it comes to my f/os but here goes another award to Dru Gru 😂 he's such a treasure!! the way he reacts to meeting Gru, Lucy and the girls for the first time makes my heart so happy!! i'm gonna pop Data and Megamind here too…Data's an absolute darling of a person and i'm so weak for non-human characters who have this undying interest and/or 'affection' towards humanity. Megamind straddles the boundary here, being a delightful villain and a total angel at the same time. i do get soft for some of the sweeties…😖 10. who is the evillest sinnamon roll? hahaha holy shit this is impossible!! if we're talking sincere evil, i think the top competitors need to be King Candy, Alastor, Chester V, Freddy Krueger, and Dr Rowan North. the lengths King Candy went to just to stroke his own ego are absolutely evil, Alastor is the posterboy for unethical, taboo, horrifying behaviour, Chester V was absolutely prepared to turn to cannibalism in order to sell better Food Bars, Freddy is literally a dream demon who kills you in the most brutal of ways, and Rowan brought about a whole fucking apocalypse and was fully intent on wiping out the human race. oh, i do love their power 🥺💖

WITH THAT SAID if we're talking camp evil??? the kind i adore?? Augustus St. Cloud, Balthazar Bratt, Dave the Octopus, Baldi, Doc Ock, Dr Loboto, Dr Blowhole…i literally don't have enough space for all of them, i just LOVE 'Evil' with a capital 'E' characters 😂💖 must've been that violent crush on Jack Spicer i had as a kid... 17. who works hard? ooh, this is a curious question!! i think a lot of the characters i like fall on either side of a spectrum, and on one side it's 'works incredibly hard' and the other end is 'doesn't work at all'. all of the scientists and villains are usually terribly overworked geniuses who hate the world because no one can appreciate their hard work…

…but you know who works hard? IZZY FUCKIN' HANDS works hard!!! that poor man has given up his whole life for Blackbeard and has suddenly been thrust into a life of absolute absurdity with the love of his life seduced by a man who is everything he despises about other people and himself. i think Izzy deserves a long vacation…forced upon him by the whole crew of the Revenge 😖💖

#starleskasks #f/os #ask game

[icarialex]

Closed Starter Kassandra & Zoey @kassmeifyoucan

The afternoon rush had just ended, and Zoey still wore a smile on her face behind the counter. Whenever the high school let out was always one of her favorite times because some of her regulars were students. They’d stop by and discuss comics with her or tell her how they are doing in school before being on their way. It was a part of her day that she would always cherish no matter how much energy it drained from her. 

There was about an hour left before she closed shop, and she was working on some more sketches for her next client. The comic was one she was excited about since the main character was a female superhero. Perhaps it was the feminist in her, but whenever she could display the strength of women in her work, she always found a tiny bit more joy in it. The chin coming up from behind and resting on her shoulder should have scared her more than it did, but Zoey just smiled as soon as she registered the voice that accompanied the surprise act of affection. While Kassandra may have just moved to the isle, the two had bonded quickly over the woman’s secret comic and sci-fi admiration. “Hey you,” she greeted back happily as she leaned back into the contact. “Perfect timing. My back was starting to stiffen up from looking down at my sketchbook, so you cuddling is perfect,” she teased. At the question she angled her sketchbook better for the woman to see before answering, “Oh, this is the next comic I was hired to draw. Female heroin kicking butt is always my favorite genre.”

#zoey ft. kassandra #kassandra #cinnamon roll meets sinnamon roll

[thegoblinprincescrown]

Yoshizawa: We are throwing a Halloween party at our house, it’ll be the greatest thing ev-

Futuba: Someone will die

Yoshizawa: Of fun!

Futuba: And of murder

Yoshizawa: ...There’s gonna be snacks, punch, pumpkins! Oh and a bunch of spider webs!

Futuba: Blood Goblins

Yoshizawa: Fake ones! Yeah we have a bunch of really cool—and fake—decorations!

Futuba: Dead bodies that we just murdered

Yoshizawa: No! No murder! But we uh... we have a bunch of pictures of fake dead people

Futuba: Blood Orphans

Yoshizawa: no... no blood orphans... I don’t even know what that is

*Futuba starts circling her*

Futuba: bLoOd OrPhAnS

Yoshizawa: wha-what’s a blood orphan!?

*Akira stands up and joins Futuba*

Futuba & Akira: *chanting* Blood orphans blood orphans blood orphans

Yoshizawa: S-senpais?!

*Akechi walks in*

Akechi: ...

Yoshizawa: Akechi-San thank god someone who-

*Akechi looks blankly at Yoshizawa then turns to Akira and Futuba and nods*

Akechi Futuba & Akira: BlOoD oRpHaNs!!!

Yoshizawa: AAAAAAAAH!!!!!

#yall really sleeping on the potential that Futuba x Yoshizawa has #wholesome cinnamon roll meets chaotic sinnamon roll #this is really dumb #persona 5 #parks and rec #incorrect quotes #futuba sakura #akira kusuru #akechi goro #sumire yoshizawa #Futuba x Sumire

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

Take My Breath Away

(A/N) so that first fic did pretty okay! here’s another natasha fic bc i have literally dozens just sitting around in my google docs bc i really didn’t think i’d ever post them anywhere but now i have this beautiful garbage can here and all you lovely little trash pandas! thank you so much for all the comments they were so sweet!! while i finish up my Long AF Diana Fic, I’ll try to post some shorter imagines i have shoved aside somewhere. Might open to requests soon, but no promises bc that diana fic really do be taking up all my hyperfixation... anyway, thank you guys sm i hope you like this one even if it’s not as intense as my 5+1 fic!

Rating: T (bc I swear a lot and cannot help myself)

Warnings: The overdone “I’m Sick And Refuse To Admit It” trope; pretty much entirely fluff; very little plot; weirdly enough i wrote this before the pandemic hit and i cant help wondering if that was god telling me to stop being a useless lesbian but oh well i left that bitch on read; another reader w fire powers bc i guess i was feelin like burning shit during this particular time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,726

Synopsis: Natasha has the flu and to avoid her wrath, the Avengers decide to go on a top secret mission. Unfortunately, either because you’re the newest member of the group or because Natasha always seems to fixate on you, you’re tasked with staying behind and taking care of her. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.

this is my fav gif of her god damm get u a girl whos a cinnamon roll AND a sinnamon roll

“So is there a reason you guys are sneaking out on your missions so late?” You ask Steve, who looks over your shoulder with a shadow of fear and guilt. “And you’re leaving me behind?”

You had coincidentally been training later into the evening than planned. You were just exiting the gym when you saw Wanda and Peter tiptoeing down the hall as if they were a pair of school children trying to sneak into the kitchen for late night snacks. You followed them to the docking bay, where the quinjet was already firing up and ready to leave.

“Not you,” Steve shakes his head, lowering his voice to a whisper. “We’re leaving Natasha. She’s got a cold and refuses to take it easy. Wanda slipped her some NyQuil so we could have a few hours to prep and leave.”

“You’re scared of Natasha with a cold?” You scoff, and his grave expression makes your laughter die down quickly. You frown. “She hates me, Steve. I’ll probably be dead by the time you come back!”

The blonde rolls his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips. “She doesn’t hate you. You’ll be fine.”

“The entirety of the Avengers is running away from her, I really don’t think she’ll go easy on me because I’m new.”

“She’ll go easy on you because, when Nat’s got a cold, she’s miserable.” He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Trust me, (Y/N), you’ll be fine. Besides, the place we’re going doesn’t do well with… well, fire.”

“But Carol is going!” You whine and he laughs.

“Carol can’t set an entire building on fire at the drop of a pin. Just stay here and make sure Nat doesn’t get too dramatic.”

You relent, at last, with a defeated sigh and watch the others load onto the jet before leaving into the starry night.

Cowards, you think bitterly to yourself before returning inside.

-

You’re in the kitchen when Natasha slumps against the counter, her already pale skin a sickly pallor. Her nose is red, and you can tell by the way she sniffles that she can’t breathe out of it at all.

You finish fixing yourself a cup of coffee, feeling her tired gaze following you as you do so. 

“Where’s everyone?” She asks, her voice far huskier than usual, and to be honest it’s weirdly hot but you decide to shove that thought deep down.

“Out,” you answer, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes are watery, and you suddenly feel a pang of guilt at fighting Steve so hard on staying here. She doesn’t seem so bad. Yet. “They snuck away last night. Told me to keep you out of trouble.”

“Cowards,” she starts, then immediately launches into a hard coughing fit. You set aside your mug and quickly get a glass of water. The redhead eyes you skeptically before accepting it, and you suddenly feel like you’re treading on thin ice. “I don’t need a sitter.” She growls after taking a long gulp of the water.

You snort. “Nurse, more like. You look like shit, Romanoff.”

“Fuck you,” Natasha looks longingly at the coffee machine. 

“Mm, not a fan of whatever cooties you’re infected with.” You tease, and to your absolute delight a blush spreads across her cheeks. “But the offer is definitely noted.”

“I hate you,” Natasha croaks, then goes back to chugging the water. 

“Well, hate me or not, I’m taking care of you, so you better get used to it.” You reach across the countertop to feel her forehead, and the action causes the redhead to stiffen so much you fear she’s turned to stone. Sure enough, she’s blazing hot - which, honestly, for you to feel her fever despite your powers, that’s a cause of concern. “Geez, how long have you been sick?”

“I’m not sick,” she sounds incredibly congested, despite her protests, and you let out a series of ‘tsks’. She hasn’t ripped your arm off yet, so that’s definitely a good sign. You retract your hand and hum thoughtfully.

“I’ll go to the drugstore and get you some cold medicine. Maybe some gatorade, too. And orange juice - I mean, unless you want what’s in the fridge?”

Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not drinking that pulp shit. Stark has a one way ticket to Hell for that.”

You snort in agreement. “Fair enough. Any other requests before you’re condemned to quarantine?”

“Quarantine?”

“I’m not catching your germs,” you repeat, to which Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’d only be so lucky,” she mutters bitterly. 

“I’m gonna go get that medicine. If you aren’t either in the shower or in bed by the time I get back, I will have to use force,” you warn, though it’s a playful enough threat that Natasha almost smiles, before launching into a rather difficult sneezing fit.

Is it weird to find someone’s sneeze cute?

With this, you down your coffee and make for the elevator. You hear Natasha call your name, and pause mid-step.

“Can you, uh, get a new thermometer? Danvers ruined the last one.”

You nod, snorting at the memory of Carol suffering a cold herself and absolutely refusing to not go on missions. It’s hard to argue with someone who can rival even your own fire-based abilities, and, well, she was, technically, a Captain so there’s very little room for argument.

-

When you return, Natasha is not in her room, nor is she in her private shower. Groaning, you scour the Compound for her until, finally, locating her in the gym. She’s punching the hell out of one of the training dummies but she lacks her usual determination; her punches sloppy and her body drenched in sweat.

Look, you’re no doctor, but that cannot be healthy.

Especially with how hard she’s wheezing and stumbling.

You hurry over to her, and quickly realize that she’s shivering. It’s like she’s a goddamn chihuahua, a near-steady vibration rolling through her body when you reach out to grab her arm before she can swing another punch at the training dummy that’s hardly twitched since you’ve entered.

“Got- cold. Needed…” Natasha takes a long swig from her waterbottle. “Warmth.”

“Jesus, you’re going to kill yourself if you keep pulling this shit.” You don’t hide your genuinely worried tone, nor do you hide your irritation. “You aren’t stupid. What the fuck, Romanoff?”

Natasha turns to glare at you, but the effect is lost when she looks so pale and weak. You sigh, trying to keep your tone even as you offer something you don’t think you’ve ever imagined offering Natasha Romanoff.

“I can raise my body temperature. If you wanted to be warm, you could have waited for a literal human space heater.”

Okay, maybe that’s not really an ‘offering’, but it’s in a tone that wouldn’t make her totally weirded out. At least, that’s what you’d like to tell yourself. Thankfully, she seems to understand, and though she appears reluctant, she does step a little closer to you. You try to resist rolling your eyes as your arms snake around her waist, pulling her flush against you. You allow the heat that always boils just below the surface of your skin to manifest slowly, warming up your body as you keep Natasha’s against it.

Natasha once again feels as though she’s become stone, but she slowly relaxes into the awkward hold; her own hands tentatively make their way around your lower back. After another few moments, she hums, and melts into you.

“Wow, that’s nice,” she murmurs, moreso to herself than you. 

You laugh softly. “See? I’m good for something.”

The recollection of your last argument makes her freeze once more, and you’re worried that she’s going to push you away - or worse. She doesn’t, however. Instead, her face falls into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“You’re good for lots’ve things,” she mutters, and you realize that her voice has become quite groggy and sluggish.

“C’mon, you gotta take your medicine before you go back to sleep,” you urge, your tone becoming soft. 

If Natasha notices the unusual tone, she doesn’t comment. She nods into you, and allows you to lead her out of the gym and into the kitchen once more, where you’d placed your bag of goodies.

After encouraging her to take the cold medicine, you put the new thermometer between her plump lips and wait. Her eyelids droop dangerously as she patiently waits, and you’re a little ashamed to say the sight makes your stomach flop pleasantly. 

The digital thermometer beeps, and you have to do a double-take on the number. You have to give Natasha several minutes of encouragement to take a shower before going back to sleep, but to your utter astonishment she does give in - and in just three tries! This, perhaps, is among the most worrying of symptoms.

Once she’s showered and changed into new pajamas, you’re ready to leave her to sleep when her voice, very quiet now, calls out:

“Wait, I need…” Her hesitation causes you to turn around, an eyebrow arching in confusion. “I’m cold,” she finally says, though her tone is a little off. 

You swallow thickly, all thoughts of cooties leaving your mind like they hadn’t been there at all as you move to lay next to her. Truthfully, you aren’t tired at all, but you think that makes this all the more terrifying; you’re just going to lay here, Natasha cuddling with you, for hours while she recovers from a cold-medicine-induced coma? Shit. 

She’s never been this nice to you before. It’s always hard-comments, witty banter - nothing like this. This tenderness - it’s foreign, and you daresay it’s making it impossible to deny your attraction to her.

Still, as guilty as it makes you feel, you cherish this weird moment of softness. Natasha’s body curling against your own, letting you wrap your arms around her and focusing on a steadying warmth for the girl in your arms.

“Thanks,” she whispers, almost inaudibly against your collarbone. Your head is spinning wildly.

Has this always been there, you wonder?

You’ve definitely been attracted to her from the start - that’s undeniable. She’s the Black Widow - one does not simply wear skin-tight bodysuits unless they are confident in their appearance. And, wow, does she deserve that confidence. 

But this is different.

It’s weird. That’s all you can really sum it up to. It’s weird. Natasha curled around you, red-nosed and sniffly, acting like you’re all she needs in this world.

You want to fucking punch every single damn Avenger.

-

The next several days follow much the same pattern; you keep Natasha in bed, drinking plenty of fluids and eating enough of your homemade soup that you’ve just started improvising in ways to keep her entertained. Her fever hasn’t gone down by much, but she’s becoming a little more coherent. She’s admitted to spending a lot of time in the gym before Rogers condemned her to your care, and /that, you suspect, is a primary cause of her condition being so shitty.

And, for once, she’s civil. No snide comments, no crude remarks - nothing. Just… a normal woman, as she would be with the rest of the Avengers. You wonder, briefly, if you’ve somehow earned your place on the team in her eyes simply by taking care of her, but you also aren’t entirely sure why her opinion has changed so abruptly.

Not that you’re complaining.

Natasha and you have been binge-watching shows left and right, and in this time you’ve come to appreciate - and even /enjoy - her presence. Her laugh.

Tonight, you’ve turned to a Russian stew recipe you’d found online; Natasha has turned on some old detective movie, black-and-white, that she’s been claiming to be “The greatest cinematic experience you will ever have in your life.” 

She has said that about most old movies she’s gotten you to watch, and thus far you are unconvinced.

“I just can’t get over the incredibly oppressed homosexuality of these men. Or the way the cinematic industry portrayed any heterosexual couple, ever-” 

To which Natasha would almost always groan dramatically, and the action was so damn adorable that you end up letting her pick another classic film just to see it again.

You definitely hadn’t expected her eyes to fill with tears after the first few spoonfuls.

Your mind immediately runs into overdrive. As another woman, you should probably be better at these things - but, honestly, you’re shit at cheering people up, so you aren’t sure what to do here at all. Cheering up the average gal wasn’t always so difficult, but cheering up Natasha? 

Fucking hell. Might as well be fighting a dragon blindfolded.

“Uh- is it really that bad?” Is the idiotic shit that spews out of your mouth instead of any well-thought-out sentence.

To your relief, she lets out a watery chuckle. “No! It’s- it’s great.” She looks down at it, a rare smile playing at her lips. “It just reminded me of Russia, is all.”

“Oh,” it leaves you in a breathy sort of exhale. There’s a pregnant pause before you ask, “Do you… miss it?”

Her green eyes turn to you with a heated sort of intensity that makes you wary of one of her all-too-familiar outbursts. To your surprise, however, the heat simmers, and she turns back to the stew, taking another spoonful. “Sometimes,” she answers finally, and you begin eating your own bowl of stew.

The movie she’d put on is easy to follow; you watch it in companionable silence, your mind racing on countless tracks. As they seem to often lately, they focus mainly around the woman beside you, and what could possibly be behind her odd behavior.

Is she actually opening up, or is this just another persona? When the others come back, will she return to her almost cruel attitude towards you?

It keeps you awake late into the night, Natasha’s slow breath against your neck hardly soothing as you try to separate your personal feelings from your logical ones. You’re several hours into your brooding when Natasha starts twitching and muttering.

You don’t quite catch what she’s saying, but you assume it’s in Russian - quick and near-silent whispers as her face contorts into expressions of pain and anger. Her arm that’s thrown around your stomach suddenly constricts its hold, and you let out a huff of air at the action.

Fucking hell, she’s strong.

Then, sharp and fearful, Natasha snarls, “No!” and separates from you entirely, a cry of pain ripping through her. You sit up quickly, turning on the light and frantically murmuring to her to try and wake her up. Not wanting to end up dead on the floor, you’re careful in coaxing her out of the nightmare. When she finally wakes up, she jolts up so fast that she nearly knocks her head into yours.

Sweat lines her forehead, her pupils dilated and her breathing uneven as she looks around the room as if expecting shadows to turn into monsters.

“Nat, you’re okay,” you keep your tone gentle, your hand daring to reach out towards her own. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Natasha practically throws herself back into you, and you aren’t sure if she’s crying or trying to catch her breath. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing slow circles along her back and summoning a bit of heat in your palms until she finally relaxes. She takes several slow, even breaths before pulling back a little, wiping under her eyes swiftly.

“Sorry,” she mutters, looking away from you. 

Frightened of her closing herself off again, you make a brave move. The bravest damn move you’ve ever made - possibly your last. “You can trust me, Nat.”

There’s a terrifying silence wherein you fear, genuinely, for your life. To your surprise, when Natasha looks back at you, she’s got that vulnerable expression once again. She swallows, running her tongue over her lips.

“Just… bad memories,” she says at last, and you frown.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly. “Not… not right now.” A pause. “But, maybe, someday.”

That’s enough, for now.

You turn the light back off, laying back down against her silk sheets and numerous pillows, a far cry from your own messy bed. Natasha lays on her side, looking over her shoulder expectantly. Unused to the idea of /spooning Natasha, you fall into your place with understandable apprehension. 

It’s nice, though.

It’s always nice to hold her.

Fucking hell does she even know what she’s doing to you?

One of Natasha’s hands moves up to your own that’s resting comfortably on her waist. Her fingers curl with yours, and you can’t hear whatever it is she says thanks to the roar of your heartbeat in your ears.

You’re going to kill Steve Rogers.

-

Natasha has been quiet all day. The team is supposed to come back soon, and that means you’ll probably be sent to clean up after them. Natasha will likely be forced by Steve to hang back, which she’ll hate but do anyway, so you spend much of the day preparing yourself for the inevitability of your coming mission.

You’ve grown so used to chatting with Natasha that the silence feels louder than words. She’s getting better, but keeps getting the chills so you switch between checking your gear and training with your powers, as well as giving Natasha the cuddles she needs to keep her teeth from chattering.

It’s odd, because Natasha hasn’t had a fever in at least twenty four hours, so you can’t imagine why she still gets the chills. Maybe this flu is worse than you thought? But she wasn’t sniffly anymore, either, and her cough seems to be entirely gone.

You don’t say any of this, though. Part of you - a very selfish part that, honestly, probably shouldn’t exist - enjoys the fact that the redhead wants to snuggle up with you. After enduring her attitude for months, it’s a change in pace you aren’t eager to let go of anytime soon. She fits so perfectly in your arms, feels so good to hold - how can you go back to sleeping alone in your bed after all of this?

Natasha inhales slowly, then exhales in a harsh breath. Her head rolls onto your shoulder, a hum slipping her lips. “I have to tell you something,” she says slowly, cautiously. “But you have to promise not to be mad.”

You scoff. “What, are you about to declare your undying love for me?”

“Uh- well, actually…”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You look down at her with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

“I was lying about being cold,” Natasha admits, blushing. “And I picked all those fights with you because I, um,” she mumbles something incoherently.

“What was that?” You can’t fight the rising smirk.

Natasha huffs. “You heard me.”

“Nope, I didn’t,” you start to withdraw your arms but Natasha pushes further into them in protest.

“Okay! Okay. I… sort of have a… y’know. Crush, or whatever. On you.”

Now your smirk is a full on shit-eating grin. “You mean to tell me that I’ve officially woo’d the Black Widow?”

Natasha pushes your shoulder away. “Cute, but I could still kick your ass.” Her cheeks are crimson - you’ve never seen her so flustered before. You wish you could take a picture with your mind and cherish it forever. “I just didn’t think they’d leave you with me when I got the flu, and then you were being so sweet and-

“Nat,” you interrupt. Her emerald eyes meet yours, wide and a little afraid. “I like you, too.”

“‘Like’. What are we, sixth graders?” Natasha rolls her eyes despite the smile pulling at her lips.

“And here I was going to offer you a kiss to make up for all the teasing.” You drawl sarcastically.

Natasha moves suddenly into your lap, pulling your lips against hers in a passionate kiss. It’s like she’s been waiting months to feel your lips on hers - and, honestly, she might have been. You know you’ve certainly thought about this more than once, even before Natasha got sick.

When she pulls away, Natasha leans her forehead against yours with a disbelieving grin on her now parted lips. “You talk too much.”

-

When the team returns, looking a little battered but not too terrible, Natasha seems back to her normal self. Everyone definitely catches onto the sudden change in her behavior towards you, but thankfully, nobody questions it. As nice as it is to see Natasha healthy, the morning everyone returns you feel a little woozy. Everyone sounds a little muffled, and you can’t really breathe out of your nose, like, at all.

You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as you’re sent to meet up with some SHIELD agents to clear out the rest of the HYDRA facility the others had destroyed. This only takes a few days, but when you return, you feel like you’re on death’s door. You’re unnaturally cold, nose running and a sneeze always building in the back of it.

Tony, weirdly enough, is the first to mention it. Unsurprisingly, he decides the best time to bring this up is during the first dinner the entirety of the team can share since their mission.

“So, did you and Romanoff swap spit or are you just sick from being stuck with her?”

You nearly choke on your pasta. “Fwhap?” 

He snorts, rolling his eyes. “You look like shit, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you blush when Natasha turns her intense gaze on you. “Uh- I’m- I mean, I’ll get over it fast. I’m fine, really.”

“Nope,” Natasha shakes her head sternly. “Absolutely not.”

Everyone looks at her with blatant surprise.

She shrugs lightly under the attention. “You took care of me. Let me return the favor.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Tony asks Steve in a terrible whisper.

Natasha happily responds with a kick under the table, her eyes never leaving yours. “C’mon, get to bed.”

“This is payback, isn’t it?” You groan as you stand up, earning a roar of laughter from the others.

Natasha’s sadistic grin is response enough. This is going to be a long recovery week.

#i guess u could say she #she's lov #love si #she's lovsk #lov #loves ick #hahahahHAH #AHEM #um anyway im gaining a lot of followers p fast #if i reach 50 ill show yall a bit of my diana fic if u want? or should i wait? god i dont even know bc im so hype for it #im my own fanclub ok #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #wlw imagine #gxg #natasha romanova imagine #natasha romanova x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

[trashboatprince]

Aziraphale for the character ask meme post you just reblogged?

1: sexuality headcanon: angels don't have the concept of human sexuality, but he's whatever the angel concept of gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Also, he's the angel equivalent of agender

2: otp: Ineffable Spouses of all flavors!

3: brotp: Aziraphale and Madam Tracy, I love fics with this content

4: notp: Anyone else from the series paired with Aziraphale

5: first headcanon that pops into my head: He is part of a society from the 1800s that meets up every so often to eat bizarre foods, specifically centered around animals not native to England. Yes, this is a real society, I do believe it still exists.

6: favorite line from this character: "Gosh, am I on television???" (from the novel, but the way Michael Sheen read the line makes me laugh every time I listen to the audio book)

7: one way in which I relate to this character: we both don't like people touching our thing, especially our books

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: His magic act, any version of it, be it novel, show, or radio adaptation, makes me skim over the section or lower the volume because I feel so bad for him

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Problematic sinnamon roll

#john's commentary

[guccifloralsuits]

Tomarry

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp? YEAH in my top ships of all time, if not THE top

other ships? Harry/Cedric to start but then Cedric dies or unrequited Drarry where Draco’s crushing and Tom (mostly) emotionally tortures him over it

#noromo ship? Yeah I’m good with a fic where they like. grow up in an orphanage together or are toxic as fuck friends (see: Fate’s Favorite by The_Fictionist)

crack ship? yes only if u call sharing a soul crack <3

fav headcanons? this got long whoops lol

Specific to a timeline merger where they go to Hogwarts together:

They meet on the train, both scared orphans with worn down robes & feeling overwhelmed but trying not to show it. They see something of themselves in each other immediately.

they’re sorted opposite houses and don’t give a fuck about the S/G rivalry which annoys both their housemates

They partner up in defense (by choice) & in potions (by assignment, 1st year). Tom is effing wild abt getting good grades & forces Harry to study like hell for potions & this actually leads him to get good at the subject by the end of 1st year which drives Snape insane

They write letters to each other during the summer after 1st year though infrequently. When they board the train 2nd year they just see each other and just uh know.

Harry finds buys a two-way extending pouch & gives it to Tom for his birthday 3rd year. they use it to send each other things while in the Muggle world, but also keep it as a stockpile for Emergencies (extra food under stasis, emergency galleons, Muggle money, burner wand). They also have a journal they’ll leave notes to each other in

They (usually) don’t get involved in each other’s shit but they also they refuse to snitch on what the other is doing. Neither trusts authority & it shows.

Both houses think they’re bad influences on each other. Tom brings out Harry’s slytherin cunning a bit/makes him a bit more driven & Harry brings out Tom’s adventure willingness (ESPECIALLY when it’s for a current research fixation). Also less pureblood-elitist

Tom’s a giant kleptomaniac. He steals hella shit, all the time from everyone. Harry thinks it’s wrong but also funny when Malfoy’s Family Eagle Feather Quill goes missing & Draco’s tweaking over it. Also Theodore Nott’s diary. Also Goyle’s chocolate frog card collection. lmao

They tend to uh. get Absorbed with each other when on a joint-project or mission or ect. & completely forget about the outside world

Tom will absolutely use Harry’s name & friendship to make ministry connections and Harry hates it (in this universe Harry’s still famous for surviving Grindelwalds killing curse lol)

They both run away from their homes in the summer before 5th year and rent a small apartment near Diagon Alley. They officially get together sometime in this period, but unofficially it’s been a long time coming.

Tom goes to Harry’s quidditch games but brings a book and does not rlly give a shit unless Harry looks in immediate danger or is about to close in on the snitch

They sneak into each other’s common rooms literally all. the. time. Harry goes to Slytherin more tho bc I HC he can still speak to snakes & get the common room to open. Also everyone’s too afraid of Tom to tell on Harry for it

#tomarry #asks #harrymort #hp #THANK YOU THIS RLLY GOT LONG BUT I LOVE MY PROBLEMATIC SHIP #send me characters/ships!!!

[black-equals-mysoul]

Just my random reaction to rewatching Meet the Robinsons (2007). Last watched was most likely 2008-2009

Enjoy

1) damn, I relate to Goob......look at those eye bags. Definitely heavier than my school bag

2) Aw no Lewis :( those two couples should've interviewed Goob if they wanted someone who likes sports

3) okay damn Lewis...... this kid is watching surgery, that's dedication

4) is that.....Wednesday Addams?

5) cAffEinE pAtChEs!? Take my money

6) I forgot how hot Wilbur is

7) robot s p o o d e r

8) the soundtrack is still a bop

9) I wish the future looked like this, I want to float in bubbles

10) and this is the moment I realized they are c h i l d r e n. Excuse me, how did I not know Wilbur Robinson is thirteen years old? And I simped for him-

11) there's no way he's thirteen.....he looks sixteen

12) tOuChE

13) tall pointy boy

14) oh Goob

15) WaTcH oUt—

16) "@!!*0"

17) there's no way a thirteen year old [Wilbur Robinson] has such powerful eyebrows

18) Wilbur's hair looks like whipped cream.....or the top of an ice cream Sundae

19) Carl is also a mood

20) Lewis......he said STAY

21) Spike and Dimitri reminds me of every iconic twin.......Fred and George Weasley......Conner and Travis Stoll

22) just casually unbothered by not existing? That's a mood

23) TheY pUt ChEmiCaLs iN tHe waTeR tHaT tUrn tHe fRiCkiNg fRoGs GAy, Do yOu uNdeRstAnD mE?!

24) the epitome of John Mulaney, I can't unsee it

25) two strange men living in our plants? Yes they're family. Can I have that?

26) Finger guns.....it was at this moment, BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

27) cuffed jeans......BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

28) wait, isn't the whole point of time travel to not touch your doppelgänger? Goob and Lewis broke that rule

29) Let it Go was actually sung by Goob, don't know who this "Elsa" is

30) "keep moving forward" is such an iconic line and probably helped a lot of children

31) TINY DORIS SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

32) Buster needs more screen time, and that's a fact

33) just casually slips under the table

34) wait.....Canada becomes a part of the US? Oh noooOOOoo

35) I wonder if they know about the 2020 catastrophe

36) the epic food fight scene, lowkey thought this was how all food fights went down in my head

37) still can't BELIEVE THEY'RE CHILDREN

38) oh Goob, pt 2

39) I just don't know how well this plan was thought through

40) DINOSAUR

41) C H O M P

42) I have a big head and little arms......this lives in my head tent free

43) master? uwu

44) pizza delivery people are true superheroes, thank you

45) "him you can C H O M P"

46) frog mafia

47) I can't believe Franny doesn't recognize Lewis.....that is your younger husband!

48) oh Wilbur, you can't explain this one

49) nO Lewis! He has his fingers crossed!

50) the nostalgia of having your fingers crossed and people would check your hands so you crossed your toes—

51) Oh Lewis, he can't catch a break. He's being backstabbed left and right

52) Goob is a cinnamon roll but Doris is the sinnamon roll

53) Lewis really pulled the "I am your father and you will do as I say" card on Wilbur

54) "?" Is so iconic and important to children, it's okay to not know.....maybe I'm just looking too deep into it—

55) YUH

56) YES GOOB! But the fact that they beat you up for not catching the ball is a Y I K E S for me. Talk about toxic sportsmanship

57) that lip bite about to make me act up— why do I get the feeling Wilbur knows what he's doing

58) he got adopted TwT good for him

59) if that memory scanner is going to be a real thing, I need one. I forget everything

60) I have concluded that scientists are weird, but the good kind of weird

61) F R O G

62) I understand why this was one of my favorite movies as a child

63) this movie gives me hope uwu

#meet the robinsons #50% of it is just me fangirling over Wilbur #wilbur robinson #mtr fandom

[thevoidscreams]

The birds and the...bunnies? chapter 2

Keigo takami x reader This takes place a few hours after the first one ends. Rating 18+ Words:1590 Warnings: Smut, mentions of breeding Thank you to my beta reader @kamehamethot​ i love you (This might become a series but only if ya’ll want more. If it is what the people want. If it is what the people need. I shall provide.)

Waking up again to a room that’s not yours might be cause for concern for most people, but with the warm skin under your cheek and the gentle puffs of air being breathed into your hair you were the farthest thing from concerned.

You’d taken today and the tomorrow off so you could deal with your heat without being disturbed. 

That whole plan fell over, burned to ash and sank into the swamp the instant you hit the call button on Hawk’s contact the night prior.

Now you were here, naked in your lover’s arms as he slept. He’d stayed with you all of last night and into this morning. It was late afternoon by the looks of the sunlight as it streamed in through half closed curtains.

He’d asked you to be his and now you were, you belong to the winged hero and he to you. Your heart swelled in excitement and affection for the man you lay intertwined with. Your ears twitched as a puff of his breath brushed against its fur, your ears weren’t only sensitive to sounds but to touch as well.

It was something Hawks had exploited last night, kissing and nibbling them while he touched and caressed every part of you that he could. 

Your heat wasn’t finished maybe not till tonight or tomorrow morning depending on how active you and hawks were. The thought made heat rise not only in your cheeks but also in your core. 

He was still asleep, so peaceful and warm. His muscles were defined so nicely in this light too, from his pecs to his abs, your eyes feasted on the form below yours. Your thighs began to tremble at the thought of being wrapped around his waist and being held in his arms like he did earlier, your legs shifted, sliding over his waist of their own volition. He’d slept on his back and wings just to make sure you’d be comfortable, he held you close and helped you with your heat.  He was being so good to you that it made your eyes water a little, these dang hormones were just the worst but the feeling of love that being his brought was so strong and so real.

You wanted to bury yourself in his embrace and just stay there forever.

Hawks stirred as you sat up to straddle his waist, you plush rump pressed to his member in anticipation. Briefly you wondered if he’d need to head out to work soon you didn’t want him to go.

One radiant golden eye cracked open to peek up at you as you ground on his slowly hardening dick, he smiled warmly at the sight.

“Again Bunbun? You’re really insatiable aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry it’s just that being near you makes me unreasonably horny and my heat is making it worse.”

Hawks’s lips quirked up into a perfect little smirk. “You mean you feel like this even when you aren’t in heat? Oh Bunny you’ve been holding out on me! To think that all this time we’ve been dancing around our feeling when we could have been fucking like-” He leaned up on his elbows and stared into your eyes and you knew what was coming, “rabbits.” The smug satisfaction in his voice at the dumb joke was you guffaw and you grabbed a pillow to whack him. “That was awful, an illegal joke, a crime against bunny rabbits everywhere.”

“A crime!? Bunny no, I would never, I’m a hero we don’t commit crimes.” He put a hand to his puffed chest and said in a voice too serious sounding to match his personality, “We save people and step in when things get hare-y.” You brought the pillow down hard again to smite him for his words. HOw was he able to pun so soon after waking?

God why did you love this man?

His hand snatched the pillow away and he tossed it away into the room where it landed with a soft ‘fwump’. 

“That’s not very sweet of you my cinnamon bunbun.” He pecked your lips and ground his hips against yours in retaliation.

You kissed him back, your moans growing steadily louder with each subsequent thrust from his hips. You were drenched and feeling weak in the knees and he hadn’t even penetrated you yet.  His hands came up to cup your cheeks, smooshing them. “Goodness I could look at you forever, you know that?” He booped your nose with his so gently, it was a simple act of affection but it was nearly more than you could handle.

“And all jokes aside bunbun,” he kissed you again tenderly, each peck filled with sweet emotions, “I’m so glad it was me you reached out to. Being here, holding you, kissing you, loving you. It’s better than anything I could imagine.” You whined at his words, feeling the sincerity in them as he lifted you hips off his to position his length at your entrance and pressed into you.

Soft hums of satisfaction worked through your body as he bottomed out quickly, this wasn’t going to take long at all. Simply hearing his words could have brought you to the edge.

He runs his thumb and forefinger along one of your ears as they flop down the back of your head. 

“God you're so cute you know that?” He brings the floppy ear forward and peppers it with gentle kisses. The ginger kisses forced your body to wiggle lightly in his lap and he enjoyed not only your whines but also the feeling of your walls clenching as you did. “No Birdie don’t! They’re sensitive.” 

“Are they now? Kinda like my wings I guess.” His kisses turned to nibbles and you melted entirely. He was being petty and getting revenge but he still enjoyed pressing his lips to your ears.

“Please Hawks stop teasing my ears and fuck me. I need your cum so bad.” 

Giving your plea a moment of thought he decided to have mercy and let it go. Instead his hands came to rest on your hips, his fingers sinking slightly into the pliant flesh.

“Okay Bunny. I’ll fuck you, I’ll give you all that you need.” He lowered his face to your collarbone and sucked a tiny patch of skin till the skin was a deep purple, you gasped as his tongue ran over the mark. When his hips finally began a steady rhythm you nearly cried in relief. He felt so good inside you. Keigo found himself simply enjoying watching you get more worked up, your eyes practically rolling into the back of your head when he hit your sweet spots. Dragging his cock over them just so, so he could feel your inner walls tighten and hear you cry his name.

Fuck you were stunning. The true meaning of beauty and when you fell apart on his cock Keigo was fairly certain he was getting to see a preview of what heaven looked like.

“Hawks I-I’m so close.” The words tumbled from your lips but you weren’t even sure you were lucid enough to understand them at that point.

“Cum then Bunny, cum on my cock like a good girl.” His command was all you needed, crying his name as he pushed you over the edge. He laid you down beneath him, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. Sex with you was never going to get old, you came so prettily beneath him and it drove him wild. Keigo could feel the tightness in his stomach and groin increasing with each snap of his hips. 

“Please Keigo, give me your cum, I need to feel your cock cum inside me more!” Your thighs were vices around his waist keeping him deep inside you as he tipped over the edge. 

Thick sticky cum flooded into you, his body quaked as he released rope after rope of the reproductive fluid. Once he was done he collapsed onto you, smooshing you. “Fuck bunny babe your pussy sure milked me good.” “Of course, how else am I going to get you to breed me?” He laughed warmly and kissed your ear. “Damn bunny if it’s breeding you want just name a time and place. I’ll be sure to give your cute little hole as much cum as it wants.”

When you finished getting bathed Hawks informed you that he’d have to leave to patrol for a while. You didn’t want him to leave or to be alone but he had a duty to guard the people of his city and he couldn’t shunt the work off onto his sidekicks forever. He left you with a passionate kiss and a promise to be back before dawn if he could. “If you’d like you can stay a while or for the night again if you want.” You kissed him, your lips soft against his as you laid your arms over his shoulders. “I will but I want to get dinner with Rumi first. She texted me during our sex marathon earlier and I said I would meet up with her for at least coffee and dessert.” Keigo nodded and slowly let his arms leave your body. “I’ll see you later then. Take care, my sinnamon bun.” You giggle and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing your nose just once before his wings carried him off into the darkening sky. “You too birdie.”

#hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks bnha #bnha #bnha x reader #bunny quirk reader

[alexisdrawstrash]

cogsworth ALSO OF COURSE

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them /*accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (THOUGH HE ISN’T REALLY PROBLEMATIC HE’S JUST...KINDA MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE MOVIE) otp(s): lumiworth hi other ship(s): i don’t think i have other ships whoops #noromo ship(s): he trusts mrs. potts with his life, as he should. OH, and angelique, they bond over their profound hatred for baroque. crack ship(s): the whole “2017 characters meet 1991 characters” i’ve seen on pixiv--i find really funny. 2017!lumiere coming onto 1991!cogsworth because his 2017 counterpart doesn't pay attention to him (he doesn’t deserve it) fav headcanon(s): he can tell the exact time without looking at his pocket watch. he can’t sleep without hearing the ticking of the clock. its like asmr, but, traumatic.

#beauty and the beast #batb 1991 #cogsworth #alexresponds

[lannisterdaddyissues]

William, Baxter, Charles, Tom for the asks?

thanks for the ask @much-brighter-ink​!! these are some unexpected characters ooh!

william:

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): william/daisy should have won that’s all other ship(s): uhhh none?? but honestly william/thomas is a thought i may have considered more than once ok #noromo ship(s): idk..... crack ship(s): idk man he only lasted like a season fav headcanon(s): i love that he plays piano!!! i like to think he writes music and probably wrote a few songs for daisy which. breaks my heart now AHHAHA

baxter:

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): BAXTER/MOLESLEY OR THERE IS NO GOD other ship(s): that it but honestly she and anna would be the most powerful girlfriends and mother the entire household #noromo ship(s): her older sis/lil bro relationship with thomas is my lifeblood crack ship(s): baxter and bates lol idk why i just thought of it they’re both criminals...precanon au where they meet in jail and become fuckbuddies before the events of DA and then baxter and bates both end up at downton and its like :) what are u doing here :)))))  fav headcanon(s): i dont rlly think much abt baxter :(( but i love the thought of her having younger siblings or nieces/nephews that she is providing for or takes care of. and i love the wholesome thought of her helping molesley with teaching some lessons!!

charles:

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): LEADER OF CHARY (mary/charles) NATION other ship(s): lowkey im down for charles/matthew or also henry/charles #noromo ship(s): i dont really have any but i’d say charles and matthew for this too!! they’d get along swimmingly (matthew might be a little jealous bc charles probably wouldn’t hide his attraction to mary at all but hey a little healthy jealousy is kinda homoerotic right) crack ship(s): tom/charles i guess?? and u REALLY got me thinking abt edith/charles i hate u fav headcanon(s): u know me i love to daydream about him and mary eloping to go start a pig farm bc i just LOVE the idea of two spoiled rich brats falling madly in love after one passionate night of rolling in mud and deciding they’re gonna spend their whole lives doing it. but also i like the idea that charles is a younger son and something probably happened to his older brother(s) and he wasn’t supposed to inherit :( because he’s too humble to really be the oldest!!

tom:

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): tom/sybil makes me have so many feelings. and im gonna say smth u dont like but lowkey i shipped tom and mary in the later seasons I PROMISE THEY SQUICKED ME OUT AT FIRST BUT THEN THE SHOW STARTED SHIPTEASING IT SO MUCH AND I WAS LIKE OH OKAY??? THEY FUCKING BAITED ME other ship(s): tom/henry (car husbands!!) #noromo ship(s): tom and matthew ALWAYS. best bros forever crack ship(s): tom and edith’s editor idk lol fav headcanon(s): he’s left-handed and he is really good at math and accounting/finances stuff

[laufire]

Castiel, Bela, Ruby (I couldn't help myself)

Castiel

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (yes he’s all of these, 12 seasons is a lot to develop, regress etc. xD)

otp(s): MEGSTIEL >>>>>. I just properly met them and I’m in looooove.

other ship(s): LOL. Do you have the time. We’ve clarified I’d ship Castiel with practically anybody. Anna (also Anna/Castiel + Dean being caught in their web is a very specific dynamic that calls to me lol), Bela (this is fic’s fault), Ruby (my two faves finally interacting in a cameo in s15 and I’m NOT going to ship them a little??), Lucifer, Jo (it could’ve been cute!), Dean (against myself mostly xD), ENDVERSE!Dean, Sam, the Empty (Hades-Persephone vibes!)... and characters I haven’t seen him interact with yet but I’ll probably like him with BECAUSE (Crowley, Balthazar, maybe Hannah or Kelly... who knows?? If they’re around Castiel I’ll definitely get feelings, one way or the other xDD).

#noromo ship(s): Castiel & Jack (ONE episode -15x13, the Ruby cameo- and I caught feels), Castiel & angels/angelic powers, Castiel & Chuck aka God (in a weird way idk xD).

crack ship(s): the crackiest up there is definitely Bela/Castiel. I blame Bela as the Righteous One AUs lol.

fav headcanon(s): well I still think I’ll probably want to write that Megstiel-getting-out-of-the-Empty-a-la-Orpheus-and-Eurydice-AU lol. It happened. He also got Ruby out, as he promised her. Probably a few more people because why not huh.

Bela Talbot

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (LISTEN. Yes, she’s caused a few people’s deaths!! -I doubt she ever killed directly though-. But if we’re following THIS show’s moral curve?? Bela was the most ethical character by far lmfao. She helped the brothers against Gordon once she learned they’d be at a disadvantage AND she revealed to Dean what demon held ownership of his deal. She had her own code, dammit).

otp(s): Bela/being alive somehow lol.

other ship(s): Anna mostly, again thanks to fics. Sam, Castiel. Dean in a “it could’ve been so interesting but GOD HE WAS AWFUL TO HER” way xD. Crowley a little, that’s on you xD

#noromo ship(s): Ruby, because I can’t even begin to imagine how much the two of them in the same room could’ve fucked things up xD

crack ship(s): Anna, Castiel, and Crowley are all pure crack.

fav headcanon(s): there’s the AUs where she’s the one pulled out of hell, ofc. But in canon terms, she’s probably already a demon and the only reason we never saw her again is that she had no patience for the Winchester boys and refused to come near them xDD. She’s having a nice life somewhere on Earth, very lavish.

Ruby

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (EVERYONE is here lbr).

otp(s): again -SAMRUBYSAMRUBYSAMRUBY. They are everything to me.

other ship(s): Anna!! And lowkey Castiel or Meg lol, just ‘cause. Also Lucifer but in the “I want her to wreck him at the end” way. I have IDEAS.

#noromo ship(s): Castiel, Dean (I was ROBBED of the in-laws dynamic), Meg, Bela *see above*.

crack ship(s): Castiel or Meg would count, especially the last one.

fav headcanon(s): I mean, once Castiel saved her from the Empty (that’s a given!), and she heard about Dean’s death, well. OBVIOUSLY that was the perfect excuse to visit Sam and seduce him away from his blurry wife, duh. Also she, Castiel, and Meg have coffee meet-ups where they shit talk their common acquaintances, ofc.

#missbrunettebarbie #replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #spn thoughts #supernatural #castiel #spnruby #bela talbot #thank you!

[icarialex]

Who: Zoey Katz and Kassandra West

When: March 3rd

Where: Zoey’s apartment 

What: Kassandra shows up after taking a beating from Robin. 

Triggers: Mentions of Violence and blood.

Kassandra: 

It was nearly three in the morning as Kassandra made her way down the road. Everything in her body ached. Every muscle and bone screamed at her once she’d come to on the pavement. Flashes of what happened scattered through her mind but the more she thought about it, the more sick to her stomach she’d felt. She’d never felt that powerless in her damn life. Luckily for her, or maybe unluckily, no one had been out to witness the incident. Kassandra didn’t have to look at herself in a mirror to know how bad she looked. The bruising, the swelling, the blood. She didn’t know what’s worse… That she had believed the woman’s need for someone to walk her home or that she had eventually allowed herself to be beaten to a bloody pulp. 

Either way here she was, finally standing outside of Zoey’s front door. The brunette winced as she raised the hand that wasn’t holding her ribs, ignoring the pain that shot through her knuckles as they registered against the wood. When she didn’t hear any sound, Kassandra’s voice broke through the cool night air. “Zoey...” She whimpered out, knocking on the door again with more force, ignoring the pain. “Please wake up.” Kass sagged against the door frame, fear sinking in that Zoey was too deep in slumber to hear her. And then the door opened. Normally she’d go damn near cross-eyed at seeing Zoey in that little of clothing but the pain was too much. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth as she coughed weakly, looking up at her friend. “Hey you.”

Zoey: 

Since their date, Zoey and Kassandra had hung out a few times. Running into one another more was almost impossible to avoid with her working at the Inn, but she far from minded. The tension between them kept growing, but nothing had progressed which didn’t annoy the blonde. She wanted more than anything for Kass to be ready before they started down a path towards being more than what they were. That was more important than whatever frustrating feelings she was feeling more and more whenever they were together. 

Fortunately, she was a light sleeper which was why she was roused from her sleep by knocking. Not bothering to worry about the fact that she was essentially in a thong and tank top, she hurried to see who in the world could be trying to see her so late. A gasp escaped her when she saw how badly Kassandra was hurt, and she moved to help the woman into her house. “Gods, darling, what the hell happened,” she said as she moved her towards the couch. She gently placed her down as she moved around towards the kitchen to fill a bowl with water and grab a clean washcloth. While she had zero experience in nursing, she moved off of instinct. Then she got an ice pack from the freezer and slowly carried it all back to where the woman was. 

Slowly, she moved to kneel down in between Kass’ legs and wet the washcloth in the warm water. “Do I need to take you to the hospital,” she asked softly as she gently began wiping dried blood off of the woman’s face. She bit her bottom as she concentrated on making sure to not make anything hurt worse than necessary. “I’m happy to take care of you, but there is only so much I can do if things are serious.” Zoey’s skills were great when it came to any artistic area, but that was about it. Well, she was also an exceptional cuddler if she said so herself. “Thanks for coming here too,” she continued as she rinsed the cloth in the water before going back to cleaning wounds.

Kassandra: 

Another weak cough left her as Zoey immediately went to caregiver mode. “You should see the other guy.” She offered up, chuckling despite herself. As Kass sat down on the couch, she felt incredibly self conscious. “I… I don’t want to get your couch bloody. Just–Grab a towel and I can sit on the…. On the floor.” No matter what she said though, she knew Zoey wouldn’t let her do that so she resigned herself to leaning back against the couch, wincing as she did so. “We’re basically Gods. I’ll heal faster than your average human. I hope…” Kass gave a small smile, the movement causing her lip to split even more. Her face turned down into a grimace, letting out a shallow breath. “So no, I don’t think I need the hospital. But uh… Can I make a request?” She really didn’t think that now was the time for her to be talking about this but Zoey was practically wearing no clothing and it was slowly killing her.

“You’re kind of not wearing any clothes and uh…” Kassandra allowed green eyes to travel down Zoey’s form, realizing far too suddenly that she most definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Oh. “It’s making it incredibly hard to not stay conscious. You can…” A small cough. “You can take that as a compliment because it is one. I just… Would like to not pass out again.” Kassandra gripped the couch, remembering with brutal vivid flashes of what had happened earlier in her night. “Think once is enough for me tonight.” Kassandra grabbed at the blonde’s wrist, stopping the motions she was doing of trying to clean her up. 

“Zo… Please. I’m not in a good mental state right now and you–” The brunette sighed, squeezing the hand that she’d now moved to hold. “You looking like this?” She swallowed thickly before continuing. “Makes me want you more than I already do.” Oh fuck, no, fix that. “And I kind of am not in peak physical condition here to do anything about it.” Sure that totally made up for the charged comment she’d just made. What kind of absolute idiot was she? The kind that let her shit get kicked in, that’s who. But at least making a joke was easier than telling Zoey how much she’d hate herself for finally showing up at her house and not doing what she’d said she would all those nights ago.

Zoey: 

“Who exactly is the other guy,” she asked through clenched teeth. It wasn’t often that Zoey let anger consume her, but seeing someone she very much cared about bloodied on her couch fueled that emotion easily. “I don’t care about my couch more than I care about you. It can get cleaned or replaced.” Her furniture was the least of her worries with what was before her. “We’re very watered down versions of our parents,” she corrected with a sigh. “Sure, it’ll be faster, but not as quick as you think. When the Minotaur attack happened, a lot of us here got hurt. Many were injured for weeks, and broken bones took just as long to heal.” That had been sheer chaos. She’d never ran so quickly in her life to find her parents at the carnival and move them to safety. It was during parents’ week, and she knew parents who had died. They were just mortals after all. Funerals felt like they were never ending the week after. 

The blonde stayed quiet as the request was made. The rambling explanations that came for it after was endearing, but it also made her body run incredibly hot. She tilted her head back and mumbled to under her breath about how the woman in front of her was going to be the death of her before moving to stand up. “Turning me on while I’m going to take care of you is not very nice, Kassandra,” she teased lightly to try and shake off the effects of what had been said. Stopping the air from becoming thick with tension was her number one priority because they seriously couldn’t do anything about it. “I’ll be right back.” 

Once in her room, she just grabbed an old Icaria High School hoodie and threw on a pair of shorts. The whole process took her maybe thirty seconds, but she took an extra minute or two to compose herself from hearing that Kass’ essentially wanted her. That was — well, the most forward either of them had been. It was nice to not be dancing around in the grey area anymore, but Gods, it wasn’t easier to deal with physically. Once she was sure she wouldn’t replay the words in her head anymore, she walked back out with an extra t-shirt and stood in front of Kassandra. “I need to get your shirt off,” she started with. Yeah, that definitely wasn’t helpful. “I have to see how bad you’re injured, and I want to get you out of bloody clothes. Do you want a shower or bath? I can help set one up for you.” Blue eyes met green, and Zoey’s frustration towards whoever had done this only grew. Because of them she had to have more restraint than she would normally, and that wasn’t helpful when she was craving more than ever. “And yes, you’re staying here tonight before you even try and argue with me.”

 Kassandra: 

Everything swam for a moment as Zoey said that one particular thing. Yeah, no, she definitely hadn't been trying to achieve that effect but here they are. The blonde left the room and that gave Kassandra enough time to fully assess the extent of what had led her here to this moment. How was she supposed to explain to Zoey that she'd allowed herself to be hurt halfway through, to feel all that pain as if it was her birthright for being some kind of fucked-up bad-egg of the family. Before she could allow herself to do any more self-loathing, the other woman was returning with a t-shirt in hand and--hold on--had she just said she needed her to take her shirt off? Fuck. She knew Zoey was in the right here but she wasn't necessarily ready to start stripping in front of her. Not that that would normally be a problem, Kassandra knew she was fit. Not that that was even a problem. The problem was it was Zoey and when she thought of getting undressed in front of the blonde, it involved reciprocation.

Sighing, Kassandra stood with a small whimper, staggering slightly before standing up as straight as she could manage. The thought of having to twist her arms to take off her shirt sounded absolutely horrendous so she just decided right then and there that she needed a better solution. "I'm sorry..." She mumbled before grabbing the front of her shirt, pulling in an effortless motion as it tore away from her body. Her bra-clad chest, toned stomach and arms were now on full display. And sadly, so were the deep purple and black bruises. Most likely a couple bruised ribs, maybe cracked at most. Definitely some cuts and scrapes. Not to mention bruised knuckles, a black eye, busted lip and probably a concussion. Overall, she felt like shit. "I'm not going to argue with you about staying the night. I knew that I'd be staying over the second that I decided to walk here."

Biting her lip out of nervous energy resulted in pain, making her wince once more. "I don't know who she was. She was just..." Kassandra closed her eyes, thinking back to what the other woman had done. "She said she needed someone to walk her home. And then she got mad at me and started throwing punches. But it felt more than that. Everything got so dark. Not just outside but in my head. And after a while of trying to defend myself..." The brunette trailed off, not sure if she should tell Zoey this next part. But once again her brain and mouth weren't communicating and it was all tumbling out before she could stop it. "I gave up. I let her do this to me. I couldn't stop it, its like all the darkness in my head and every... Every bad thought I've ever had was bombarding me at once. And it felt like I needed it all to just... Stop. All the pain and fear and hatred. For one glorious second... Right before I blacked out--it was gone. I felt... Peace." She couldn't look at her, knowing that this was probably the moment that Zoey turned around showed her the door. After all, what kind of fucked up person let this happen to themselves?

 Zoey: 

Blue eyes widened as the shirt was ripped from the woman’s body. Then, her eyes took a moment to gaze over all the skin that was suddenly before her. Without even realizing it, her hand reached out and with the most feather-like touch, the index finger of Zoey’s right hand lightly ran over the muscles on Kassandra’s stomach. When she felt the muscle shift beneath her touch, she snapped out of it and shifted her gaze’s intentions from appreciating towards inspecting. The bruises looked bad, but she didn’t think ribs were broken since Kassandra showed no difficulty breathing. Zoey was far from a professional, but she knew she had no chance of getting the woman to the hospital without using some serious pouting or guilting tactics. She’d use those if it appeared things got worse through the night. “Good. At least you know how things work with me already,” she teased. Zoey was far from dominant or commanding. She just liked to make sure those she cared for were taken care of, and since Kass was injured, she’d not be too keen on letting her out of her site unless necessary. 

The more Zoey heard about what happened that evening, the more she could feel her blood beginning to boil. The urge to shift and follow the scent that she was sure she could smell on Kassandra was stronger than she’d felt in a very long time. Her mind went through possible animals that could do the most harm or at least scare someone, but she closed her eyes and counted to ten. Violence wasn’t ever how she approached things. She did however want to go to the police. It wasn’t her place though, and she seriously doubted the injured woman would. All she could do was comfort and care. When she noticed that Kass’ gaze wasn’t on her, she gently cupped her cheeks and guided green eyes towards her blue. “Powers,” she said gently. “It sounds like it was the demigod’s ability. Even though a lot of us on the isle get along and use our abilities responsibly, there are bad people among us just like in the real world.” Zoey liked to think the best of everyone, but she’d learned young to be wary of demigods’ abilities unless she knew them well. Fortunately, she had a better instinct than most and did avoid anyone that screamed danger to her. “It wasn’t your fault. Someone just took your darkness and used it against you. We all have some.”

When she was done talking, she removed her hand just because restraint while keeping such an intimate position wasn’t something she had a lot of. “I think your ribs are bruised or fractured. Fortunately, all you can really do for that is rest. So, do you want me to take you to bed now and get you fixed up with some ice, or are you going to shower first?” She went through all the steps that would be needed for either action in her head, so she could get a head start on doing everything needed to make Kass more comfortable. Then, her mind suddenly stopped as she remembered a very adorable puppy. “Nugget. We need to get him. Do you want me to call Noreen and ask if she’d be willing to bring him over? I think she’s on schedule as the manager tonight if I’m remembering the schedule correctly.”

 Kassandra:

The second that Zoey's outstretched fingers touched her abdomen, Kassandra felt a gasp leave her throat. As they moved softly against her skin, she tensed. Not from pain but something that she really wasn't about to admit to the woman before her. The fingers remained on her skin for so long that all she could feel was the heat bubbling up in her stomach flushing her skin, knowing that if Zoey didn't remove her hand she'd feel the warmth. Luckily for her, or maybe unluckily, Zoey decided to touch her again, this time on her face so their eyes were locked in one of their now very famous staredowns. Fuck. "I let her do that to me. You know I've got strength. If I really wanted to get away.. To knock her out.. I could have. But I didn't. Powers or not, I wanted to let myself feel all that hurt and that pain." With a deep breath, she sighed, hands coming up to cover over Zoey's just in time for the blonde to pull them away from her face.

Hearing how concerned Zoey was for her made her chest ache that much more, and then of course she immediately thought of Nugget. How was this woman actually real? She didn't know if she believed in angels but if she did, Zoey definitely had to be one. At the mention of Noreen, Kassandra flinched visibly. "No! I mean, that's okay. I can just give you my.. My key. Just please don't be gone too long. Or you can call one of my neighbors. The lady across from me is pretty nice and she likes Nugget. Maybe she'd be fine with... With watching him." Kassandra winced as she gave the other woman options, her body throbbing with pain as some of the shock began to wear off. "Zoey... I'm sorry you have to see me like this. But thank you for taking care of me when you didn't have to." With little effort the brunette brought up one of the hands that she was holding, kissing the palm of her hand gently.

"I can.. I can try to shower while you're gone." Kassandra gave a halfhearted smile as she slowly dropped Zoey's hands to let her own fall by her sides. "I'll--I know where the bathroom is." With a staggering step, she turned around and began to hobble towards the shower, placing her key down on the couch as she walked past it towards the bathroom. As she turned, her back was now visible to Zoey, more bruises and cuts now on display. As well as a long and jagged scar that ran down her right shoulder-blade, barely visible through the long brunette curls that bobbed gently against her back. Kassandra didn't even bother shutting the door as she turned on the shower, back to the open doorway as she began the painstakingly long and painful process of unbuttoning her jeans.

 Zoey: 

“Then, instead of beating yourself up like you like to do,” she started teasingly to ensure Kass knew she didn’t judge her. She couldn’t do that. Everyone had their own troubles, their own trials. All she could do is try to understand, and then try to help make things better. “Look at the bright side. You wanted to face it and feel that pain,” she said softly. “While I’m not happy with your methods or coping mechanism, because I prefer to see you not get hurt, you at least confronted them. Now, you can decide how best you want to deal with them since they are fresh in your mind, and hopefully, heal not just physically, but emotionally too.” Zoey didn’t know who had caused Kassandra so much pain in her life, but Gods, did she want to have a few choice words with them if she could. The woman before her was good. Genuinely, and so sweetly good. She just didn’t show that to everyone. 

Zoey giggled lightly because she just couldn’t help it. “It’s cute how you think you need to give me a key when I’m currently running the Inn until Marci gets back.” Getting to nugget wouldn’t be a problem for her at all. It was getting over the fact that she didn’t want to leave Kass that would be, but it would be fine. The woman was an adult. A hard headed one, but an adult nonetheless. There wasn’t much more trouble she could get herself into. “I’ll go grab the baby,” she reassured gently. They’d both feel much better with him prancing around the house anyway. The kiss to her palm made her visibly soften and let out a soft sigh. “I’ll always take you as you are, Kass,” she promised with a shrug of her shoulders in an attempt to take the weight off of the statement. “You’re accepted with me. Just, don’t go giving me anymore heart attacks, okay? I hate seeing you hurt.” 

As she watched Kassandra barely be able to make it to the bathroom, Zoey sent up a silent prayer and followed the woman a few seconds later. When she leaned against the doorway, she saw how it was taking the injured woman much longer than necessary to unbutton a pair of jeans. Slowly, she walked forward and replaced the brunette’s hands with her own. “Just — don’t think about it,” she said in reference to how much tension was constantly growing between them. Then, she unbuttoned the jeans herself and then knelt down slowly to push them down the woman’s legs. She didn’t dare look up from her position as she told Kass, “hand on the counter to keep your balance,” before helping her step out of them. As soon as that was done, she stood up and took three steps back to the doorway. “I’m going to go get Nugget now, but I’ll be right back. You can use the towel hanging right next to the shower. I just did laundry today. And you should find an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet if you want to brush before we settle in.” Blue eyes barely managed to stay locked with green as she spoke, and when she felt them dipping, she turned on her heel and headed towards her purse.

 Kassandra: 

Purposefully not looking at the blonde, Kass let her gaze tear upwards to the ceiling as hands took work of what she'd been trying to do. She didn't even register how easily her body just followed Zoey's instructions without even thinking about it. Bees. Mayonnaise. People that chewed when they talked. Anything and everything that would make her not at all feel as turned on as she was. Slowly her libido evened out, nodding as Zoey instructed her about where everything was. Once she left the bathroom, Kass waited until the front door shut with a click, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Hands made slow work of her underwear, before she stepped into the shower. Warm water hit her skin and Kassandra let out a pained cry. Steadying herself against the wall for a moment, she stared down at her feet as the water sinking down into the drain turned crimson.

It hurt but she managed as she rinsed her body off to the best of her ability. Shampooing her hair was the most difficult part and by the end of it, Kass was holding back tears. Her mind replayed over and over the events of what happened, followed by Zoey's words. Did she know how to heal? And even beyond that, could she heal? Kassandra didn't know how that was even possible. This was who she had been since she was sixteen. Broken. If Zoey had even know half of the chaos that had filled inside of her own head.... Would she be able to say what she'd said earlier? Would she still care? Or would she finally realize that she wasn't worth it. Swallowing thickly, she just focused on the wall ahead, letting her mind cloud with memories of her mother. Of Aurora. Of this woman who had brought it all to the surface. Green eyes brimmed with tears and then her knees gave out, collapsing in on herself as she sat on the floor of the shower. Knees pressed together as she pulled them up to her chest, holding on for dear life as she shook, sobs taking over.

Eventually they died off and yet Kassandra still stayed in that position; holding onto her knees as she stared almost lifelessly in front of her. She didn't hear the front door open. Didn't hear her puppy bark excitedly before jumping up on the couch. Hell, she didn't even realize that the water had run cold. All she could do was stare at the floor, head swaying gently as she lost herself to the demons in her own head. What would her father say if he know how weak she really was? He wouldn't have a use for her anymore. And if he didn't then Zeus sure as hell wouldn't. Well. If Kratos had actually been keeping his part of the bargain. The deal with the devil she'd made. It was funny, or at least, she'd find it funny if she could process humor.. Her father had made a deal with the devil to reward himself. And now.. Now Kass was essentially following in his footsteps. What a fucking pair they made.

 Zoey” 

Walking to grab Nugget had been a rather uneventful adventure. She’d gotten to the Inn, checked in with everyone to make sure all was well since she was there, and then let herself in the room to grab the puppy. He was always so excited to see her, and she made sure to grab his things as well. Zoey knew that she had more than enough clothes that would work, but she made sure to grab some pants for Kass since their height difference was quite stark. Once everything was thrown into her oversized purse, she scooped the puppy into her arms and headed back to her house.

The walk gave her time to sort through her thoughts. Everything with Kass was turning out to be nothing like she expected. The woman definitely brought a liveliness to her life, and she couldn’t deny their chemistry if she tried. Still, she worried that past demons would lead to her getting hurt, but it wasn’t enough to make her step away. If she didn’t show that it was worth it, Zoey was afraid Kassandra would continue thinking she wasn’t. The artist wasn’t sticking around because she felt it was her job to correct that thinking. She just — wanted to. Sometimes it really was that simple.

When she got back in the house, she called for Kassandra after taking off her shoes but heard no response. That worried her, so she left Nugget to get comfortable and quickly moved towards the bathroom. The sight broke her heart, and she couldn’t help but curse herself for not moving faster to get back home. Zoey grabbed the towel off the rack, turned off the water, and then moved to kneel in the tub. “Kass, honey,” she said as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed the other woman’s forehead. “Hey, I’m home. I’m here. Let’s get you out of this tub.”

 Kassandra: 

The only thing that broke her out of her stupor was a kiss being placed against her forehead, Kass delirious as she looked up to see Zoey's face swim into view. "I'm... When did I sit down?" She blinked in confusion, looking around at her surroundings. When had a towel gotten wrapped around her and when did Zoey get back? Everything felt out of place, off. And as she stood up, her vision blurred for a moment. Sucking in a deep breath, Kass moved the towel so it was wrapped around her body. Not like Zoey had definitely not gotten an eye-full as she stood but still, for the first time in her life she was feeling self-conscious about another woman seeing her naked. Okay, second time. No matter. "Did you grab some... Some sweats for me? I don't know if I can get back into those jeans comfortably."

Kassandra moved back out of the bathroom and saw Nugget. The puppy immediately heard his owner and jumped off the couch, sprinting at full speed for his owner. As he jumped up to her, the brunette hissed in pain but pet him anyway. She couldn't fault him for being excited. Even if she was pretty battered right now, it was nice being reminded that there was someone out there that loved her unconditionally no matter what. She continued to pet him, just standing there wrapped in the towel. After about three minutes of this, Nugget barked happily before leaving to go sit back down on the couch. At the bark, Kassandra blinked as if coming out of a stupor. "Wh... When did I get here?" Her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked around before shivering, her attention now focusing on the fact that she was still very much naked and this towel barely left anything to the imagination. Oh.

 Zoey: 

I don’t know, darling, but let’s get you out,” she said gently as she helped Kass maneuver herself as much as she could. Zoey could tell something still wasn’t quite right, but she didn’t want to do something that could make it worse. The artist mostly focused on being respectful with her gaze. Since Kassandra obviously wasn’t okay, it was much easier. Physical and emotional turmoil was just too much to try and make light of. “I did. I picked up some clothes for you. You can stay with me until you can move without wincing if you want.” While she wasn’t happy about Kass living in the Inn, she wasn’t going to offer for her to move in given the development of her emotions. That was just too much too quickly. 

When the brunette moved out of the bathroom towards the living room, Zoey just leaned against a nearby wall and watched. A smile formed on her face as she saw the duo interact. They were incredibly cute together. It was when she heard Kass’ voice change to something closer to normal that she moved. “I got home to see you sitting down in the tub. You looked like you’d been crying, and you were hardly answering me. I got you out like five minutes ago, and the little man is who you headed towards.” That was about all she could do in terms of filling in the blanks since she’d walked during the tail end of things. “Let’s get you dressed,” she suggested as Zoey put her hand on the small of the woman’s back and led Kass to her room. 

When they got into her bedroom, Zoey told her to sit on the bed while she went to go get the clothes she’d gotten from the inn. She was back in the room quickly and unpacking what she’d brought. “I got underwear too because I figured having your own is a comfort every girl should have.” Once everything was laid out to give Kassandra choices, Zoey went to her closet and pulled out one of her hoodies. It was another from high school when she was in the art club. She hoped that it would bring the brunette comfort if she wanted to wear it. “Also, I’m not ignoring the bathroom. I’m just — not pushing it. If you want to tell me, I’ll always be here and willing to listen. That’s up to you. I just want to make you feel better as much as I can.”

 Kassandra: 

Kassandra's body moved on auto pilot as she listened to the other woman speaking to her, hands loosening their grip on the towel. It was as if her brain wasn't registering shame anymore after her breakdown in the shower, the brunette not caring as the towel fell to the floor exposing her naked and toned form. Numbly reaching for the underwear she put them on and then moved to put on the pair of sweatpants. Her knees were weak and they almost gave out, Kass sitting on the corner of the bed as she took in a shaky breath. Her hands went to hoodie next, letting out a small yelp as what sounded like faint pops happened as she put the article of clothing on her. Finally it was finished and she was dressed, hair still wet from her shower as she let her head lull to the side, green eyes finally finding blue. She scooted backwards onto the bed and laid down on it, a grimace on her face as her body got adjusted to the new position before she relaxed. Her hand reached over to where Zoey was standing at the edge of the bed, stretching until she made purchase with her fingers.

Tugging on the hand in her own, Kassandra pulled Zoey towards her, hoping she would lay down next to her as well. When they were both comfortable, Kassandra stared back up at the ceiling, losing herself in her own head for five or so minutes until she began to speak. "My dad cursed me." Her voice came out softer than Zoey had probably ever heard it and to add to that, it sounded so distant... Like she was a million miles away. "Before I was born. I don't really know when. All I know is that in exchange for him growing stronger, his firstborn would be given a curse. The curse of foresight." Her hands weren't doing their normal thing that they usually did when she was anxious, the expression on her face blank. Emotionless. "Its not what anyone would think it is... It's not a full-fledged vision. Its just... Flashes. Flashes of my future. Flashes of other people as long as I'm a part of their lives. I saw my mom kicking me out before it even happened. I saw something bad happening before I knew that my mother had been..." Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment as if collecting herself. A few more moments passed and it almost seemed as if she'd fallen asleep until she spoke again.

"I had flashes of you. Or... Well... I thought they were of you. And I got so scared. That I'd hurt you." Still she didn't look at Zoey as her eyes opened once more, focusing on the ceiling above her instead. "I'm poison, Zoey. Everyone I get near, I destroy. My mother. Aurora. My friends from high school. All of them knew me and knowing me was enough to send them all fleeing. Something inside of me is not good. I know that now." One of her hands moved to lay over her heart, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of the hoodie. "But then there's you. For the first time since I was sixteen... There was a spark. Someone that made me want to pretend that I'm not this messed up person that pushes other people away because she'd been hurt so many damned times. I couldn't stop myself from getting to know you. And it was so easy. Like breathing. But then I had flashes. Of me and a woman with blonde hair having... And I thought that... That I could change my fate. But it was never you in those flashes, I know that now."

Everything was coming out in slow and even tone, Kassandra still just staring at the ceiling. She'd never been this calm while talking about her feelings but this whole disassociating with a concussion seemed to have loosened her tongue and her worry. "That woman tonight reminded me how broken I really am. I've been pretending since I was eighteen that I'm not. That I'll be fine. That everything is just one big fucked up mess and it's just how its meant to be." She bit her lip, not even wincing this time as she was too lost in her own head before she turned on her side to face Zoey. Green eyes found blue but it was as if she was looking through the blonde. "I look at you and I want to be selfish. I want to be okay. I want to kiss you until we both can't breathe. I want a lot of things. Things I can't have." Her eyes seemed to focus on Zoey's for a moment, lids heavy with sleep. When her face had gotten closer to Zoey's, she had no idea. "Things I don't deserve." Kass whispered, head moving forward against the pillow until her lips were mere millimetres from Zoey's, her breath puffing against them. Eyelids slid closed fully this time as the almost faintest brushing of lips occurred. And then? Nothing. Kass didn't close the microscopic distance, didn't pull back. She just stayed there until finally it was clear what had happened; her hand clutching to the front of Zoey's sweatshirt, the brunette fast asleep.

 Zoey: 

Everything that had been said to Zoey was a lot to take in, and she was partially thankful that Kass had fallen asleep. There was no way she’d be able to articulate the response that Kass deserved right away. So, the illustrator stayed awake. She made sure to wake Kass up every forty minutes to ensure she didn’t fall into a coma due to her concussion, and then just thought out everything that had been laid before her. Their upbringing, their lives couldn’t be more different if they tried. Zoey’s father and step mother had done everything to protect her growing up. This left the artist wondering just what words she could offer to provide comfort. 

Fortunately, staying up late or even all night wasn’t something that bothered Zoey much. She’d spent many nights up until morning before a deadline to make sure everything was perfect. So, she was happy to keep nudging Kass awake and letting Nugget up on the bed to lay at their feet. After nudging Kass into semi consciousness at seven in the morning, the blonde called her dad and asked if he could open up the shop for her. The friendly man was happy to help even before hearing the reason why, and Zoey was thankful. She promised that she’d get in eventually, but he told her not to worry. Between the Inn, the comic shop, and her work as an illustrator, he was worried about her running herself a little ragged. With that taken care of, and Noreen being more than capable to handle things at the Inn, Zoey started on a light breakfast. She made them toast, two fruit bowls, and poured some OJ. When it was all set she placed Kass’s food on her side of the bed on the nightstand, and did the same with her own on her side. She’d already placed some aspirin beside the brunette too because she was positive she’d need it.

Zoey carefully crawled back into bed and placed a kiss on the brunette’s cheek. She’d been tempted since their brush of lips last night to finally kiss Kass, but she held back. They obviously had things to talk about, and she was happy that the other woman would be more conscious and alert to take in everything she had to say. When green eyes fluttered open, the artist smiled. “Good morning beautiful,” she said sweetly. “Take it easy getting up, okay? I’m pretty sure you’re going to feel like one big bruise.” The blonde did her best to help the woman maneuver into a comfortable position. It didn’t take long for Nugget to waddle his way between his owner’s legs and settle back down to sleep. Zoey smiled at the adorable dog. “Before I say anything, how much do you remember telling me last night? You didn’t embarrass yourself or ruin anything before you panic. I just need to know how much I need to fill you in on before I respond. You passed out on me before I could.”

 Kassandra: 

Drifting in and out of sleep all night was honestly a terrible experience. Kassandra wanted to be grumpy but it was all her own fault. Luckily though, this pattern of barely any sleep made it so she wouldn't dream which was a blessing. Soon the morning light and Zoey stirring her woke her up again. Her body felt like it had a concrete mold poured atop it, the woman groaning as she struggled to move her limbs. A kiss was placed against her cheek and finally did she allow herself to open her eyes. One of them looked definitely worse for the wear and it would have been slightly comical if not for the reason she'd actually gotten her shiner. "Good morning, babe." Wincing as she sat up, Kassandra leaned against the headboard just in time for Nugget to excitedly meet her. Reaching forward, the brunette began to pet him just as Zoey started talking once more. And suddenly, just like that, she was wide awake.

Everything about last night was a hazy blur. Except for the fight, that is. Trying to remember everything after that came slowly, like waves lapping at the shore as the tide rolled in. "I..." Placing a hand against her face, Kassandra closed her eyes as she tried to remember it. She'd gone to Zoey's.... Taken a shower... And then she'd talked on the bed with h--The color drained from her face, her hand falling into her lap as she looked at Zoey directly. "Oh. I told you about... Me." Swallowing thickly, she immediately brought her hands together as she started to pull and pinch at her fingers, anxiety very apparent on her features. "So now you know, I guess. Uh... Surprise? I've never actually... Told anyone about those. So if you could just keep it between us.." She trailed off, mind racing as more bits and pieces of last night began to flutter in and out of her memory. One particular memory swam into view and Kassandra felt her stomach drop like a rock. Was that just a fantasy or had that actually almost happened? Should she even ask? Fuck. "Did I... I tried to kiss you. Was that... Did that actually happen?"

 Zoey: 

Zoey patiently waited for everything to come to Kassandra. She took a bite of her toast and took a sip of her juice. When everything did come, she set the cup back down. Thankfully, she finished swallowing her sip because she was sure she would have accidentally spit it out by the last question. For some reason, she hadn’t expected it, and she didn’t let her mind settle on what had almost happened because she’d crave it even more. After clearing her throat she answered, “You brushed your lips against mine.” Blue eyes sought out green so the woman beside her could see how she wasn’t at all mad. “I didn’t lean the rest of the way in because I didn’t want to hurt you, and I want you a little more conscious when we have our first kiss.” The artist needed Kass to know she still was interested. Reaffirming that throughout the conversation was her biggest priority. 

“I’m not going to tell anyone about anything you told me. That’s — it’s not my story or information to tell. You never have to worry about me betraying your confidence.” Gossiping was never something that the blonde liked taking part in. The most she’d share with her siblings, Jack, and Dex was how much she liked Kass and what she liked about her. Everything else, that just wasn’t necessary for anyone else to know. “I’m not going to say sorry because I don’t pity you or think that anything about you is so sad that you need an apology. They, from my experience, apologies never really do much. People say them so often, they’ve lost their meaning and morphed into something less genuine.” That didn’t mean that Zoey didn’t apologize when she needed to, but she reserved them for when she truly hurt someone. “You said so much, and I spent the night wondering what was the best way to tell you how I feel about it all, but I still just don’t know where to start. So, if I make a jumbled mess of this, please just ask me to clarify something.”

Zoey moved on the bed so she turned her whole body towards Kass. She bit her bottom lip nervously for a second before letting out a sigh. “All I care about are two things. Firstly, will you ever hurt me intentionally? Secondly, will you always try to talk to me? If the answer to the first is no and the second yes, then nothing else matters in my eyes. I don’t see you as this living, breathing, walking bundle of destruction. Relationships come with hurt. My parents have the best marriage I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen them hurt one another. Either through stupid words, forgetfulness, or just moments of complacency it’s happened. So, I wouldn’t walk into anything with you expecting not to get hurt. That’s just — it’s an unrealistic expectation that will just lead to disappointment. You can’t have that expectation either. All that matters is your intent.” Intent meant everything to Zoey. It was the difference between forgiveness or not in her eyes. While she was incredibly caring, she wasn’t stupid. If anyone hurt her purposely, then she no longer kept them in her circle. Cutting them out completely wasn’t possible due to the size of the island, but the relationship she had with the person would never be the same.

“Lastly, when it comes to the idea of deserving me, you — I can’t have you looking at it that way,” she said softly to ensure she didn’t come off as angry at the phrasing or idea. She just believed it wasn’t healthy for either of them. “If I want to be here, you need to trust my judgement about what I think I can handle, and what I see in you. You keeping yourself away from me or stopping something from happening because you think it would be selfish due to an idea of you destroying me would mean that you don’t think I can make my own decisions. You’ve laid everything on the table for me, and I took none of it lightly. I sat with it in between waking you up throughout the night. The conclusion I came to is that I want to show you how special you are to me. I can’t predict the future and say it will end well, but I can say that even if I knew it wouldn’t, I’d still say the same because the journey would be worth it no matter the ending.” With that, Zoey let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. She thought over everything she’d said, and she was happy with it. All that she wanted to get across, she thought she had. That was what she cared about most.

 Kassandra: 

When. The word repeated itself on a loop in her brain for what felt like eons. It began to jumble in with everything else that Zoey started to say and when the illustrator began to speak up on how she felt, panic settled in her belly. But it wasn't panic, not really. It was nerves. Butterflies, more like. Something that she hadn't felt in so long. It washed over her like a tidal wave and honestly she was probably having the wrong reaction to everything that Zoey had just said to her. Was continuing to say to her. It all felt surreal and also right on the nose to how the blonde's nature was. From the moment she'd met her, Kass had known that Zoey wasn't the type of person to beat around the bush when it came to stuff that needed to be said. The only thing that hadn't been so blatantly obvious to her was the whole feelings avenue but that's because of her own emotional constipation. She waited and waited, the butterflies consuming her stomach, making every nerve-ending feel like it was on fire. For the first time in over a decade, she felt... Relieved? It was strange, not having any secrets. Well... Mostly. She didn't know if she was ready for that discussion. Hell, she didn't even know how she truly felt about that whole situation anymore. It's not like she was getting anywhere with it. Maybe she didn't have to continue down that path... Maybe it was finally time to let all of her demons lie.

Without even processing what she was doing, Kassandra once again had her body moving of it's own accord. Her body was stiff from what had happened the night before but she couldn't stop it even if she tried. There was a small smile on her face as she moved out from under the covers and towards Zoey who was still sitting there on the bed, no clue as to what was about to happen. The brunette now had moved so that either leg was straddling Zoey's lap, sitting down as gingerly as possible while also putting most of the weight on her knees. Her right hand cupped Zoey's jaw, thumb tenderly caressing her cheek. "No." She answered honestly, swiftly realizing that she hadn't specified what that was for. A laugh bubbled out of her throat as she quickly tried to clarify. "No, I won't hurt you with intent. And yes, I will always try to talk to you. Whatever I feel for you... I'm going to be honest, I'm not fully prepared for it. Honestly I'm kind of scared because I'm used to being hurt. But I... I trust you. I want to try." Another giggle came this time before she turned serious, green eyes finding blue. "May I kiss you?"

Normally she wouldn't have asked. You see, Kassandra West had always taken what she wanted. Women weren't playthings, sure, but she did have fun with the ones that consented to just sex and only ever just sex. This was different. This was wanting the strings. This was desire before the kiss. This was excitement and joy and fear all wrapped into one big ball of tension. This was what her heart had forgotten it could feel. And sure, it might not end well. Hell, it might not even truly start. She honestly didn't know what would happen. But she wanted to try. Not just for Zoey but... Selfishly? For herself. She wanted. Right then and there, Kassandra catalogued in her mind to do some research into seeing someone that could help her with these mental hurdles that had been thrust at her from other people and then by herself. Whatever damage she had, she couldn't just continue to slam it onto Zoey. Not all the time. But for now? For now she waited with baited breath. And with the knowledge that her puppy was intently watching this whole thing going down with a lazy happy look on his face.

 Zoey: 

When Kass began moving, Zoey had no idea what to expect. However, she could safely say that she didn’t expect to have the brunette straddling her lap. It wasn’t a development she would complain about though. Her hands moved on their own to slide from the woman’s hips to the small of her back under the hoodie she was wearing. “I’m not going to go anywhere,” she said easily in response to Kass’ not being ready. “Whatever you are ready for, just let me know, and we’ll go from there.” 

The question caught her by surprise, but a small smile formed on her lips. Slowly, she arched her body up to brush her lips against Kass’ in the manner the woman had last night. “After teasing me with this last night,” she replied with a smirk. “Yes,” she finished as she tugged on the woman on top of her to get even closer somehow. A part of Zoey was worried about hurting Kassandra’s lip, but if the brunette didn’t seem to mind, then she wouldn’t either.

 Kassandra: 

Hands slid under the hoodie she was wearing, causing her back to arch up into the touch. Not from pain, from something else entirely. A blush settled on her cheeks as she fully realized the complicated positioning she'd put them in. How it must look to have the taller of the two on top. Probably a good thing they weren't at the Inn where her mirror was... Nevermind. Not the right time to think about this. Nodding at what the other woman had to say, Kassandra leaned down, her hand sliding from the girl's jaw to the base of her skull as fingers slid through golden hair. Just as she was about to kiss her, she winced and pulled back once more. "Okay I just need to make one thing abundantly clear." She murmured before pulling back to lock their gazes again, almost feeling bad for the dark pools that were staring back at her.

"I want to be good for me, not just you." Kass's voice was firm, resolute. And then it all crumbled when she realized how awful she'd worded that. "Wait, no... That's not what--That came out wrong. I just mean..." She trailed off, her other hand moving up to grip at Zoey's shoulder as she tipped her head back and sighed. "You deserve the best things, Zo. I think anyone that comes into your orbit knows that. And for a long time.. I didn't think I deserved that same regard. But I do." Kass nodded, as if reaffirming that to herself before smiling shyly at Zoey. "Now that I got that out of the way... Are you sure you're okay with me kissing you? Because if you want me to go even slower, I can. I'm also straddling you. Which normally..." And thus began the rambling.

 Zoey: 

Zoey’s eyes were about to close when she heard Kass start talking again. Her eyebrow arched in silent question of what else the brunette wanted to talk about. It was somewhat torture. The artist was positive she’d never been more turned on in her life, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. Although, their build up had been going on for weeks. Her limited experience didn’t tell her if this was customary or not. However, when she heard Kass speak, she couldn’t help but giggle. “I like the way you said it,” she answered honestly. “I want you to do your healing for yourself. I want to be a bonus to what you do and who supports you. I don’t want to be your reason.” That was far too much pressure, and that could cripple a relationship if done too early. 

Relationship. Was that what she wanted? She’d been so focused on trying to see if Kass could feel the pull between them too that she hadn’t thought about it. However, the word didn’t give her worry or anxiety. Instead, she thought of more dates, sleepovers, and days with Nugget. All of it was pleasant and warm. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it though.

When Kass started rambling again, Zoey smiled as she brought one hand up, fisted the front of the hoodie the brunette was wearing, and gently pulled her down so their lips connected. The blonde tilted her head for a better angle and couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss. After a few seconds, she pulled back slightly and noticed that her breathing was heavier. That reaction from just a kiss? An amazing, butterfly inducing kiss, but still, the simplest of contacts? ‘Gods,’ she thought to herself. How she was going to resist the woman on top of her was a mystery. “Sorry, you were taking too long,” she said bashfully. “You rambling is seriously cute though.”

 Kassandra: 

Lips pressed to her own in a gentle manner and Kassandra felt herself melt. Fingers tightened against the base of Zoey's scalp, scratching gently. It wasn't anything more than a pressing of lips and she was already out of breath. Zoey pulled back sooner than she would have liked but maybe it was okay because she needed oxygen, her lungs feeling as if they were on fire. When she apologized for kissing her because Kass had taken too long, the woman in question smiled widely as her nose crinkled. "You're lucky I like you, Katz. I don't let just anyone call me cute." Licking her lips, she took stock of their position and came to the conclusion that this simply wouldn't do. Gently pressing a finger to Zoey's shoulder, Kass pushed her down onto the bed as her arms went on either side of the other woman's head. Nugget jumped off the bed, deciding that this was getting a little too cramped for him and began running circles around the couch. 

Kassandra brought her hand to trail her knuckles down Zoey's cheek, turning her wrist slightly to run her thumb along Zoey's lower lip. Cheeks were rosy and her curls were messy but she didn't care, not giving it a second thought as she leaned down. The second their lips touched, Kassandra felt butterflies fill her stomach once more. She couldn't tell if that was her who moaned but at this point she didn't care as her lips slid over Zoey's in what she hoped would one day become a practiced motion. Normally her hands would be trailing across skin, undoing buttons and tearing off bras. Not this time. Not with her. Her hands remained on either side of Zoey's head, being as respectful as she could. She hadn't even allowed herself to deepen the kiss, giving the blonde full control. After all, they had time.

 Zoey: 

When she heard what Kass said, she couldn’t help but smirk. Zoey leaned forward and placed a kiss on the woman’s cheek. “What about adorable,” she asked before moving to place another kiss on the woman’s jaw. “My favorite is nerd though,” she added lastly as she moved down to place a kiss on Kassandra’s neck. Barely managing to show some restraint, she pulled back slightly, but when she did she just kept going until her back hit the mattress. Blue eyes looked up at Kass and felt her body temperature rise gradually.

Between the feeling of the pressure of the other woman’s body and the kiss, Zoey knew she moaned and couldn’t care less. The kiss lasted longer than the last, and when she broke it, she went right back in for another one. She wouldn’t allow herself to deepen it though. Gods, she wanted to. But, she could feel the cut on Kass’ lip and worried about it splitting open again if she lost control. So, in between another series of kisses, she mumbled, “considering how badly I want to bite your bottom lip, I think we stop before I make you bleed.” Zoey’s hand had traveled further up the brunette’s back as they kissed, and she felt it resting between slender shoulders. She couldn’t help but be thankful that she hadn’t dug her nails down. That would have caused more pain than pleasure with the bruises she’d seen last night. In an attempt to keep her body from reacting, Zoey just kept talking. “In the spirit of full disclosure, I’ve never felt this much before,” she said as she lightly tugged on Kass to let her weight fall a bit. It wasn’t like the other woman would squish her. “Sex wasn’t something I even thought a lot of. I found it as a necessary act sometimes in relationships, but I never wanted it. Then, well, I feel, no I know I want you. I just, when it happens, know I won’t know much of what I’m doing.”

 Kassandra: 

Restraint was definitely not her best friend but she could manage. She wasn't a complete and utter horn-dog. At least, not all the time. There was just something about finally kissing Zoey that had her wanting to not stop. Not until they both couldn't breathe. Not until they were both...... Okay, nevermind. Maybe it was a good thing that the blonde was telling her they should cool off. Kassandra couldn't stop the pout though, lower lip slightly jutting out as she sighed. The pout faded away as the woman underneath admitted something that she hadn't even thought to question. "You've never... Felt this much?" Her head cocked to the side adorably, choosing now to get off of Zoey. If she stayed on top of her, then Kassandra might keep kissing her and eventually this position would make her ribs ache more than they already did.

Moving backwards, Kass moved to lay down next to the blonde. Her body rolled so it was flush against Zoey's, entangling their legs as she reached down with a hand to interlace their fingers together. Bringing Zoey's hand up to her lips, she kissed the other woman's knuckles softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she did so. "Have you ever been... Have you ever had sex with another woman before? Also uh... Just so you know its not one sided. I want you. More than I ever thought I possibly could. But I won't ever put you into a position that you don't want to be. When and if you ever feel ready..." Her gaze was soft, green eyes finding blue before she placed a gentle kiss to Zoey's temple. "I haven't... It's just been sex to me. A way to get off. To let off steam. I don't want that with you. One day, if you you're okay with it, I want to..." Kassandra's gaze drifted down to Zoey's lips as she pulled away to look at her. "I don't want to rush, I want to spend the time to commit every inch of you to memory. If that's alright, I mean." The brunette whispered, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

 Zoey: 

When Kass moved to lay beside her, Zoey easily turned on her side to face the woman as well. The blonde still couldn’t believe how anyone could see the brunette as anything but a giant softy, but she wasn’t about to complain. “I’ve never felt this much physical attraction to someone before. It’s never been hard for me to be restrained in these things, but I seriously struggle around you and love teasing you. I seriously think I sometimes do it without realizing,” she said with a chuckle. It was just so natural to do. Half of the things she did around Kass she did without thought or much effort.

“I’ve never had sex with a woman before, no,” she said with a shrug. “The only person I have had sex with is Theo. I’ve kissed girls before, and I know I’m attracted to women. I just — I guess I’m more complicated in seeking relationships than most people.” Zoey never rushed getting into one, and she was very comfortable being in her own company. The artist loved those around her so much that she never felt lonely or rushed to find that sort of connection. As Kass continued to talk, Zoey closed her eyes and counted to ten slowly. They were laying on her bed talking about something that would not cure the burning she suddenly felt in her lower abdomen. “Trust me, wanting to or being ready to isn’t the problem,” she said with a smile once she opened her yes again. “It’s more that this between us is something, and I want to make sure we do it right. You’ve been hurt before, and I want you to feel safe and ready before you get into something again. I can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”

 Kassandra: 

The knowledge of Zoey never having sex with a woman before was only slightly terrifying. She'd had encounters with women before that she'd been their first time and yeah, she'd bragged about how good she'd make it for them. And sure, on some level she probably did. But that was hard and fast. There were no pleasantries. Barely any kindness. Just booze and getting fucked until you passed out from exhaustion. Kass had only ever done it slow with one person and the thought of going slow, of letting herself strip down? She wasn't quite sure if she was going to be able to handle it. Come to think of it... She couldn't remember the last time she actually fully removed all of her clothes while being with another person. Maybe that was okay, maybe it was better that way. To not remember her when she was laying next to someone who she was desperately trying so hard to trust.

Biting her lip, Kassandra nodded in response to everything Zoey told her. She wanted to respond, to give her some kind of reassurance that without a shadow of a doubt, she was with her. That she wasn't going anywhere. Could she give that to her? Could she give the one thing that terrified her? "Thank you... For caring. And I wish I could just tell you I'm ready right now. Because... Hell, I want you. I want you more than I've wanted anyone in a long time. But you're right..." Kass sucked in a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment before exhaling and opening them. "I have been hurt before." Green eyes looked down at their joined fingers, playing with Zoey's. "I can tell you about her.. If you want. T-Them. I can tell you about my ghosts."

 Zoey: 

Some people might be disappointed at the answer they got, but Zoey honestly wasn’t. She was happy that Kassandra was honest. It was healthier that way. Jumping head first into something that terrified you would only lead to problems, and that wasn’t what she wanted for them. “I don’t wish that,” she said sweetly as she pushed down the urge to flip Kass on her back and straddle her hips. Those ideas were getting distracting. “I want what’s best for you. I really do care about you which means being selfish with you isn’t something I can let myself do. I promise that if I ever get really upset or sad that I’ll talk to you because pushing what I want to the side all the time isn’t healthy either, but I’m really okay with waiting. Finding you is already such a bright spot that I didn’t expect to happen when it did. I can be patient for anything else.” Being around Kass without escalating things would be hard, but Zoey figured she could find some buffers. Brining Kass around her friends would happen eventually anyway, and that was a sure fire way to keep things cooler between them when they hung out.

“You don’t have to open all of your deepest wounds for me right now, darling,” she promised as she leaned forward ever so slightly and pecked the woman’s lips. It had been a solid ten minutes since they last kissed, and that was just bothering the artist apparently. “It’s not some exchange that you have to give me to validate you needing time or anything. I think you need to come to terms with them first before you can share them with me. Otherwise, it could just bring up a lot of nasty, mean memories that you aren’t ready to face again. I’m already going to have a hard time sleeping when worrying about you joining Fight Clubs late at night. If I add worries about you having nightmares, you’ll never leave this bed.”

 Kassandra: 

On some level, Kassandra didn't believe that she deserved this. Not the kindness or the patience or the caring. But here Zoey was, doing all of those things and making her want to kiss her until her lungs felt like they were on fire. So when Zoey pecked her on the lips, for one mind-numbing minute Kassandra almost let herself indulge. Almost being the operative word. "I'll talk about them when I'm ready, promise. Having one be dead and the other a million miles away from me--I guess it makes it easier to finally move on. I never think I really realized how much I was holding onto while I was in Portland." For a moment she got lost in yester-year but just as quickly snapped out of it. 

A grin did settle over her face at the idea of never leaving this bed with Zoey, the idea ramping up the temptation she already felt. "If you keep teasing me about staying in this bed, then I'll eventually have to do your bidding." Kass' grin turned into a smirk as she took the opportunity to roll onto Zoey, straddling her once more as she pinned the blonde's hands above her head in a fluid but gently motion. Leaning down, she moved her mouth next to the other woman's ear to whisper sweetly into it. "Is that what you'd want, Zoey?" Kassandra pressed a heated kiss to the blonde's neck, chuckling lowly. "No one's ever made me beg before." The brunette pulled back enough to lock their gazes, eyebrow arched as she looked directly to Zoey's lips. "Maybe that's about to change."

 Zoey: 

The blonde was about to respond to the more serious conversation at hand when she suddenly found herself back on her back with a weight once again against her. Her hands being pinned up above her head added another element of arousal she wasn’t ready for which caused her to subconsciously roll her hips upwards as a light moan left her lips. The words, the kiss, and sensations were enough to make even Zoey say screw it all to hell and give into everything stewing between them. Was it the opposite of what she’d said literally minutes ago? Yes, but she couldn’t find an ounce of care in her body right then. It was all being drowned out by need instead.

When green eyes met her own, she knew her gaze most likely reflected the arousal she felt coursing through her. “I do have the perfect headboard to keep you chained here, Kass,” she teased back without even thinking much about the words she was saying. Her voice was lower than she was used to hearing it, but her attention was completely on the all too satisfied woman above her. “Although, being the one to finally make you want to beg is enticing. Tell me, Kass, is knowing how much I want you driving you crazy? I bet me adding that waiting isn’t my problem didn’t help either, huh?” Acting innocent while being downright flirty was apparently Zoey’s game, and she wasn’t about to pivot away from it.

 Kassandra: 

The smirk would have dropped off her face at the mention of being chained to the headboard if she hadn't remembered that they wouldn't be able to contain her. "You're adorable if you think that's going to be able to stop me. I'm kinda strong, remember?" She wanted to keep teasing but then Zoey started doing just that, her voice low and husky to a point that Kass felt her whole body heat up. A growl tore through her throat at that comment, one of her legs moving to slip between Zoey's own. "You drive me crazy. And I think I do the exact same thing right back." Green eyes were surely dark with lust by this point and as she moved her body forward to bring their lips together, she tried to ignore the way her thigh moved of its own accord.

One hand held down Zoey's wrists after bringing them together while the other trailed down her body to bring a hand under her shirt to lightly graze against her stomach. Pulling back slowly, she kept their mouths close together, each word that she spoke causing lips to trace over the others in a tempting motion. "Say the word and I'll play nice, Zoey." She pressed a kiss underneath the blonde's jaw, sucking softly for a moment before looking back at her with yet another smirk. "Because if you're fine with it, I'm fine with acting like a horny teenager and making out with you for the better part of the afternoon. Or we can just relax and watch a documentary?" Kassandra offered, moving her thigh upward in a complete acknowledgement of what she was doing. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Your wish is my command." If Zoey could do the whole innocent move, Kassandra would definitely be a little demon.

 Zoey: 

“If you’re going to break my bed, I don’t want it to be with you getting out of restraints.” Zoey was partially surprised at how easily the flirtations came from her. It wasn’t like it was a banter she partook in regularly. Yet, it was surprisingly instinctual. When a leg slipped between her own, Zoey let out a gasp. Her back arched slightly as she moved her hands to grasp at Kass’ hips. She nearly gripped tightly but was still sound enough to remember the bruises that could still be there. “You know we do,” she said with a breathy chuckle. “We’ve been teasing each other for weeks.” The words were barely out before they were kissing again.

“A documentary,” she asked back with a smile. “First off, I’d start showing you anime, but we both know we wouldn’t watch it. We’d wind up just like this or something like it, but on the couch.” Her eyes closed as she thought about whether she’d be able to restrain herself. Considering how much her hips wanted to grind down on the thigh pressed against her, she didn’t think restraint would be her strong suit. “I want you right here. I took the day off. My dad is covering the shop. Let’s not waste it.”

 Kassandra:

Zoey was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it. Between her gasps and the way her body moved perfectly against her own, Kassandra was in utter fucking bliss. "I wasn't trying to, if I'm being honest I was kind of nervous when it came to doing anything too forward with you. You made me nervous but in a good way. Don't worry about that." Kassandra blushed, kissing her once more with vigor, all tongue and teeth nipping on lips as she pulled away before Zoey spoke again.

'I want you right here'. The words Zoey uttered made her mouth go dry and her stomach do flips. Just as she was about to lean down and kiss the blonde again, that all too familiar feeling washed over her. Her vision blurred before her expression went blank as three flashes repeated behind her eyes. A suitcase being loaded into a car. A small scar on a cheek. Waves crashing onto the shore. To anyone that was watching her, all they'd see is Kassandra go completely still while her eyes moved rapidly back and forth. Her breathing had halted as the images assaulted her vision until they disappeared, leaving her trying to get her bearings on top of her--well, she didn't know exactly what Zoey was to her. But that was an interesting choice of direction her brain had almost led her to. "I... Sorry, sorry about that."

 Zoey:

The kiss took Zoey’s breath away and made it difficult for her to actually focus on them wanting to go slow. She reciprocated with as much urgency as she received and was definitely breathing harder when Kass pulled back. She was about to lift her head up to trail kisses along the woman’s neck when she noticed the change in Kassandra’s demeanor. Everything seemed to freeze for the woman on top of her, and even when she lightly called her name, she got no response. Not quite knowing what to do, Zoey just patiently waited to see if there was any sign of her coming out of whatever was happening. 

When Kass spoke again, Zoey moved one of her hands to cup the woman’s cheek. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said with an easy smile. “Either, I’m affecting you way more than I realize, or that was an example of those visions of yours that you told me about. It was kind of like That’s So Raven,” she said teasingly. She wanted to joke to show that she really wasn’t upset about it happening when it did. It wasn’t like the woman could control when they happened. “You okay? Do you really need that documentary?”

 Kassandra: 

Nodding slowly, Kass sighed and chose this moment to lay down onto Zoey, nuzzling into her neck. "If I'm hurting you by laying on you, just let me know. I don't wanna smoosh you." Kassandra breathed out against her skin, knowing full well that their height difference of doing this was comical at best. "Would you hate me if I told you that I never watched that show. I was more of Phil of the Future kind of girl. Aly Milchalka can get it." Biting her lip, Kass brought her head up enough to look at Zoey before giving her a small peck on the mouth. "I'm okay," She said gently before nuzzling back into Zoey's neck. "But yeah that's what happens... I don't really know what it means. Maybe I'll figure it out later. Remind me to write it down later okay?"

Kassandra hummed into Zoey's neck contently, allowing her eyes to close once more as she felt the heavy weight of sleep hitting her once more. All thoughts of the food that Zoey had brought her faded from her mind as she snuggled into the woman beneath her. "I'm gonna take a little bit of a nap on you which means prime cuddling with Kassandra time. Push me off if I get too heavy. Okay babe?" The words were mumbled sleepily as she let out a small yawn, her breathing evening out in seconds as, true to her word, she drifted off to sleep.

 Zoey: 

The blonde giggled lightly as she started rubbing up and down the brunette’s back absentmindedly. “You’re not heavy, Kass,” she promised as she felt her eyes begin to droop. Not getting any sleep was going to catch up to her quickly with them staying in bed, but she wasn’t against some nap time. Especially when it was with such a gorgeous woman. 

“Mm, okay,” she mumbled back as sleep began to claim her too. 

#zoey ft. kassandra #kassandra #discord 2 #cinnamon roll meets sinnamon roll

[youcancallmekathyp]

Laura’s widojest

I’m just putting all my stories in a list so they’re easier to find don’t mind me.

You Were A Kindness When I Was A Stranger ( 1935 words, rated T, mostly fluff )

And then he waited for the impact to hit. For the warmth to fade away when she would pull back, for the world around them to start spinning again.

Dyin Ain’t So Bad ( Not If We Both Go Together ) ( 1616 words, rated M, implied character death warning, angst )

“I love you,” he muttered, and strangely enough Caleb had never felt as free as he did right there, trapped in an underground lair, just moments away from death.

As Long As I’m Laughing With You ( 1540 words, rated T, fluff and humor )

Jester thinks Caleb needs a haircut. She also thinks it’s a glorious idea to do it herself.

Meet Me On The Battlefield ( 1211 words, rated T, fluff and badassery )

„I just wanted to point out that I thought this was a bad idea from the start!” Beau was calling out from across the battlefield from where she was pressed up against a tree, having just been able to fend an attack off with her staff.

Are We Too Wounded Now To Ever Come Down? ( 1185 words, rated T, fluff and angst )

When Jester went down, Caleb’s brain short circuited.

Five Times Marion Lavorre Thought She Could Read People, And The One Time She Actually Did ( 2411 words, rated T, fluff, friendship, bit of a character study )

Marion Lavorre had always been able to read people well.

We Were In Screaming Color ( 1494 words, rated T, pure fluff )

Jester grabbed the box and opened it, the smile on her face freezing as her eyes widened in surprise.

Tattoo Your Name Across My Heart ( 1206 words, rated T, fluff, humor )

Surely, she could have tattooed a dick on him, but considering the time she had spent doing it, it would have to be a very detailed dick.

Don’t Tell Me If I’m Dying ( multi chapter, rated M, angst and mystery )

Caleb gets the chance to save his friends and confess his love to Jester, but this wasn't really how he planned on all of that going down.( aka Caleb sacrifices himself and Beau threatens to kill people. Several times. )

Shades of Blue  ( 1184 Words, rated T, fluff )

A chuckle fell from Caleb’s lips as more paint was smeared across his cheek. „I am not complaining, Liebling. I am simply raising questions to be thought of. Like the question why you’re painting my face instead of the wall,”

Sinnamon Rolls ( 1253 Words, rated M, fluff&humor )

There’s some sea gulls and cinnamon rolls, and Caleb needs ten minutes, but Jester’s not waiting that long…

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room ( 1258 Words, Rated M, Angst )

“Dance with me, Caleb!” The familiar tune mixed with her voice, and he found himself being pulled from his seat, the rest of the room almost a blur. Where were they again? Maybe he’d been drinking, it wasn’t entirely unlikely.

#just so they're all in one place #anyway send me prompts #critical role fanfiction #lauras stories #widojest #otp: you were a kindness when i was a stranger

[goatsenpaiultimate]

Can I request Mirio, Tamaki, and Kirishima reacting to Y/N being a cinnamon roll? Y/N says "I have dirty thoughts about." So the scenerio is where they are either in one of their dorms. And both sitting on the bed. A good 30 seconds has pass and Y/N turns red also mentions, "Like h*lding h*nds, c*ddles, and k*sses." Y/N is a cinnamon roll who is dating someone who "looks" like a cinnamon roll. But we all know they are sinnamon roll.

Mirio, Tamaki and Kirishima with an S/O with ‘Dirty Thoughts’

(Sorry this is super late! Hope you still enjoy. Writing for Tamaki was a bit hard though)

Mirio

Was he hearing this right? You, his adorable and innocent little S/O was telling him that you had dirty thoughts about him? Was this real life? He wasn't sure anymore, but he decided to roll with it.

He blushed and his shock morphed into something more soft and loving.

"You do, huh? What exactly did you have in mind? I-I mean, I have dirty thoughts about you too! Maybe we can share what we think and turn it into something real." He said, bringing his face closer.

Your face gets redder than it already was and you look down.

"Like.....holding hands, and cuddling and kissing...." You say, before slowly looking back up to meet his renewed shocked expression.

He then let out a laugh and hugged you tightly, suprising you.

"You're too cute for your own good, you know that? We can do any of those things any time you want to, okay?" He stated with pride

You smile and hug him back.

"Okay! Can.....we cuddle now?"

"Of course, baby!"

Tamaki

His face went full on red and he was sputtering all over the place. You? Had dirty thoughts? About him? You didn't look like you were joking either, cause you were as red as he was, well, maybe he was a few shades more red.

"W-What do you mean?" He managed to get out, avoiding any eye contact with you. He was way too shy to admit that he also had dirty thoughts about you at night.

"Holding hands.....kissing and cuddling....i-is that too dirty?" You asked, twiddling your thumbs.

Tamaki completely froze. Kissing? Holding hands? Cuddling? You found those things taboo?The boy practically fainted from how cute and innocent you were, luckily, he didnt.

"We can do that anytime you want, bunny. I-I'll give you all my love!" He said, going red again, meeting you eyes with determination this time.

You smiled and hugged him tightly.

Kirishima

His eyes went as wide as the size of dinner plates and his cheeks went as red as his hair. You had dirty thoughts too? Man, oh, man had he dreamed of this moment for so long.

He grabbed your hand and held it tight, looking you deep in the eyes.

"Yes, baby. What kind of thoughts? It's okay, you can tell me. I've....also been having those kinds of thoughts too...."He said, before stroking the back of your thumb.

You smiled a bit at his eagerness and then looked down at your hand in his before looking back up at him.

"Like were doing now....holding hands. K-kissing and cuddling is what i want too!" You state, shutting your eyes.

Kirishima nearly teared up at you "dirty thoughts".

"You're so cute and manly!" He said, smothering you in a bear hug, swinging you back and forth.

"Kiri, you're crushing me!"

#eijirou kirishima #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #ejirou kirishima x reader #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #Mirio Togata #bnha mirio #mha tamaki #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #amajiki tamaki x reader #togata x reader #amajiki x reader