#I'm just like. if we're assuming that her mask has to be different from both babs and cass then this is what I've got as alternatives

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

#dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #stephanie brown #dick grayson #talia al ghul #duke thomas #cassandra cain #mine #woo new art tag. please god let me keep this up all year #uhh anyway yeah! still a big backlog of sketches but i got burnt out which means i had time to collect some #i feel like my art looks. extremely different w/o lines compared to with? idk i worry that's it weird/off-putting #but hey at the end of the day I'm hardly worrying about my brand integrity on tumblr dot com #duke and cass being at poetry club is based on them canonically being into poetry and for a good while duke and jason got along well #Steph is there for both jason and cass' emotional support (unfortunately there's a design flaw. she can't do both simultaneously) #(which is fine bc cass is fleeing the scene at the idea of having to casually hang out with jason) #(they're the exact amount of similar and more importantly different that it's like putting two firecrackers together. bad) #i really like the steph mask designs... it'd be fun to do something with them but idk what y'know? #I'm just like. if we're assuming that her mask has to be different from both babs and cass then this is what I've got as alternatives #i mostly wanted to practice character interaction with the talia and damian one... and also i love them #looking at james gunns batman movie proposal. you keep your hands OFF HER MR GUNN #please if shes evil in a movie they're never gonna let her be good in the comics again 😭 #dc when you inevitably cave and do your next big reboot let the ppl finally have the son of the demon origin (w/ tweaks of course) #idk it's canon in my heart. heartcanon if you will <3 #anyway yeah uhhhhhh enjoy?

[twstfanblog]

*~RSA Is Weird~*

A/N The starter for my first little series! I'm going to make one for each dorm and their respective 'Weird RSA kid' The first one will be Neige, and I will try to get that one up tomorrow.

Warnings: She/They Yuu OC, Swearing

Pairings: Platonic Crowley & Yuu

Enjoy~!

~I Own Nothing~

Hope you guys enjoy~!)

Starter, Part 1 (Pomefiore), Part 2 (HeartsLabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia)

The headmaster’s office felt both the same and very different. Surprisingly the wreckage of the castle barely reached the area. Crowley’s office was basically untouched from the disaster of the end-of-the-year ceremony. The bare bones remained the same, but now the walls were filled with photos upon photos, some Yuu had taken herself, and the classic photos of the Great Seven. Some looked to be far older, one had a student who looked suspiciously like Crewel covered in mud and glaring at the camera. Another had who Yuu assumed to be Trien napping in what she thinks is the rose maze in Heartslabyul, a kitten Lucius curled in his lap contently. They wanted to ask where Crowley even got the photos, wondering if he had used the Ghost camera before dumping it on them. The rug once plain was full of woven patterns and shapes. If she looked long enough she’d find a new object in the mess of colors and lines.

Crowley’s desk had survived, not so much as a nick on the polished wood, surprisingly filled with paperwork for once. But they were most pleased with the newest additions of multiple matching end tables and various lengths of seating for the office. Yuu sat in one plush armchair, newly tailored school uniform along with an official Ramshackle armband around her bicep. She sat sideways in the chair, legs crossed and dangling off the side as she twirled a tuff of her wolf-cut hair, looking at the fae organizing the papers in his hands.

"Tell me again why the fuck we're doing this?" 

Crowley sighs, looking at Yuu with a pitiful pout. The crow fae bent across his desk slightly to make sure she could see his face, "My hatchling, so rude to me. This event is to show the people of Sage Isle that their donations have gone to good use! Not only has our campus been restored, it's been improved!"

"..." Yuu stands, walking to an open window in a calm manner. They take their time, pulling back the curtains of the room and looking out to the campus before turning back to Crowley, "Where!?"

"Child." Yellow eyes lock onto her, the silent command of ‘Enough’ heavy in the air.

Rolling her eyes, Yuu moves back to her seat, grabbing her cup of tea from the end table and raising her brows in a mocking tone, "Dad."

The severe presence Crowley had instantly evaporated, the fae smiling slightly and letting out a soft coo before clearing his throat. Crowley's bouts of seriousness used to make her uneasy, but with how many times she's been graced to peak behind the headmaster's elaborate play of personality, she was able to tell when he was bluffing or actually serious. Bluffing could be sassed still and was easily broken with paternal acknowledgment. Luckily Crowley hasn't felt the need to be truly sincere since the campus was destroyed.

Yuu sipped at her tea, thinking back to before the summer break. The whole mess of Grim's overblot and just how badly the campus was affected before they beat him, how badly everyone was injured in the fight. Not to mention-

Crowley's gold-tipped fingers snap her out of her thoughts. His masked face looking at her in mild annoyance, "Hatchling, did you hear a word I said?"

"...No." Turning away to sip her tea, unbothered by Crowley groaning and standing from his desk.

"As I was saying. This is a way to show the people of Sage Isle their donations have gone to a good cause -blah blah blah-” Crowley was suddenly right beside her, bright yellow orbs glowing in an almost manic glee to match his fanged smile, “-But! I’m also using this open house week as a way to rub it in Ambrose’s face that Night Raven is still standing!” He stands up straight, mumbling under his breath about the other headmaster and pacing in a tight circle in front of her.

Yuu was well aware of what was ruffling his feathers. Night Raven had to put a hold on new admissions for their next school year since the campus was destroyed and under reconstruction. Not to mention the pocket dimensions and classroom expansions he had to weave. Seeing how the current students of Night Raven had made the choice to simply repeat a year, dorms were bound to be cramped when the new students appeared. But Crowley having to actually do his job for once wasn’t the cause of his mood. It was Ambrose the 63rd himself. Seeing how the other headmaster “dared” to offer a place at Royal Sword Academy to Night Raven students if the campus wasn’t completed in time for the new school year.

Now, Crowley needed to swing his newly built dick around as a show of dominance to the friendly old man. But it was none of her business what helped him sleep at night.

She checks herself back into her crow guardian’s rambles, muttering into her cup of lukewarm tea, “What fucking family is naming their children Ambrose sixty-three times?” “EXACTLY! It’s so stupid…”

“So why are you making this my problem then?”

Crowley stops his pacing to lean into her face, a smile on his lips, “Well, every good event needs a planner, dear. Since I am your humble father-”

“Don’t call yourself that-”

“-Your most humble, caring, gracious father, I will be handling the final stages of planning. I just need you to do rounds during the week and make sure no one is dying on campus.” He uses a single clawed finger to poke her nose, his smile growing seeing her fight off her own grin at the tease, “I paid good money for that new pavement. Can’t have it all be stained with blood before the school year starts…”

“Wasn’t your money but go off, dad.”

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And that's the start! Pomefiore is first and the chapter is almost done. Here's hoping I can get it done and posted soon.

Thanks for reading!

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #yuu oc #dire crowley #royal sword academy

[randomthoughtssideblog]

So in The Amazing Digital Circus, It seems like all the humans have 'avatars/bodies that somewhat correspond to their personality (From what little we've seen)

Ragatha is an old Rag doll, a toy from someone's childhood, and she's seemingly the most forwardly kind and caring of the Circus. She gives Pomni actual advice on how to survive and cope with being in the circus, her first line being "Let's just try to calm down, everything is going to be fine" Like one might imagine their toy telling them when they are frightened.

Jax is a rabbit. Jax is also a JackAss, but because there's no swearing in the Circus, it likely 'Autocorrected' to Jack Rabbit. not only that, but his Bugs-Bunnian attitude and shenanigans shine brightly in how he acts. (Now, Jax is mean, but I don't know that he's evil. But he is mean)

Kauffmo, from what little we know of him, was a Jokester. Ragatha and Gangle both referencing not finding his jokes funny (Ragatha Laughing to make him feel Better, Gangle not.) Being a clown would make sense for someone who wants good-hearted fun, unlike Jax.

Gangle, while we don't have much of her, seems to have something wrong separate to being in the circus? This one is definitely a stretch, but maybe Gangle has something similar to BPD? With Tragedy representing Depression and Comedy representing Mania? or She's literally masking her sadness for others?

I only have one Idea of what Zooble's deal could be, but given their heavy "Mean (Girl)" Vibe, it could be a center of attention thing?

I don't know, we're theorizing here.

Now, for Kinger and Pomni, who seem to have the most connection.

Pomni is a Jester. Not a clown, A jester, which are very different. Clowns make fools of themselves to get other's to laugh. Jester's were employed by Royalty for entertainment, to jest.This gave them impunity to speak freely about whatever subject matter may be at hand.

Pomni, the latest addition, has the clearest sense of the outside world has the freedom to speak freely about the circus, likely in part of not being used to the circus.

Kinger, who has been in the circus longest and is the oldest, is the least attached to reality, often blanking out and reacting slowly to what happens to him. In spite of this, He seems to be the most technically knowledgeable about the goings on of the circus

Insect Collection -> The Gloink Queen acting as a Queen Bee (Eating things and making more of their species)

He knew Kauffmo was going Crazy/had gone crazy talking about an exit before the reveal.

At the end he talks about how the food wasn't actually being eaten, only giving the feeling of being eaten.

There was also the "Queener" door that was crossed out.

Kinger seemingly is smarter than he's let on, and as much as Caine can't directly affect people's minds, he can give them experiences.

And, assuming Kinger did make the Circus (with help given the complexity of what it would take to program the Circus,) He would have the greatest likelihood of survival, since he would know how the world worked unlike pretty much any one else, only turning paranoid after years of survival and losing others.

Pomni and Kinger, the newest and Oldest residents, a Jester and a King, the most grounded and most out there.

I'd be willing to bet Pomni will get Kinger (If he's the creator) To get them all out of the circus and back into the real world.

Of course we are only one episode in, and I could have missed somethings, either said by the creators or a line I'm forgetting about.

#the amazing digital circus #kinger tadc #tadc pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #ragatha #gangle #pomni #zooble #kinger #tadc #You know I never realized how absolutely stupid some of these names were until I wrote them down. #jax tadc #jax the amazing digital circus

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy and the Sensitivity Test

I posted this on my dA and old tumblr but since the scenario came in an ask, here it is again for anyone who hasn't read it~<3 And even if you have, I went through and added some more details and dialog because I can't help teasing myself further~<3

Amy twiddled her thumbs nervously. She'd been literally laughed out of work everywhere else in town ever since her secret was spilled at the library. The salon couldn't keep their ladies from testing their makeup and pedicure technique on Amy. The warehouse found Amy going on endless giggle-laden rides on the forklifts in place of the workers moving their shipments. And that stint at the local TV station certainly made for a lively weather update when sneaky crew members were tickling her stockinged feet and sneaking tickles at her sides through the green screen.

All of Amy's supervisors had been reluctant to let her go, they simply couldn't afford the distraction. But most of them were amicable enough to give her one last chance by showing she could hold her composure as the HR reps tested her ticklishness over and over - usually having her held by her arms and feet as questions and tickles were administered in equal measure. Unfortunately, Amy never could fight off those tickles and was brought to giggly exhaustion each time - just to be sure she hadn't passed the test.

Never did Amy guess she would be looking at working a library again, but this new branch was insistent they needed someone with her reputation. Amy was flattered, and then confused when she was told she couldn't start working until a physical exam was completed. Having been through so many tickly adventures, Amy felt as though she had developed a tickle sense to see impending wickedness down the line. Her theory definitely had proven true when she narrowly avoided a gang of feather-toting motorcyclists on the way to the doctor's office. But unfortunately, Amy's tickle sense was not quite honed enough to detect what lay in store in this unassuming exam room.

She sat with an understated trepidation, looking down at her purple socked feet. It seemed odd that the bubbly receptionist insisted Amy take off her shoes and leave them behind at the front desk. "Oh yes, we insist all patients leave their shoes and belongings up here. We don't want any...distractions" Amy complied and couldn't help but feel like she receptionist was jotting down notes about her as she bent over to take off her shoes and straighten up her outfit. It was probably nothing.

"Hello Amy, I'm Dr. Jahli." The doctor entered the room, speaking in a rather mousy tone. Her face was partially hidden under a medical mask, but her eyes were certainly friendly. Amy relaxed a bit and shook hands with the attractively curvy doctor, admiring and crushing on for a moment Dr. Jahli's stylish black dress under a white overcoat, cinched with a wide white belt and shiny oversized buckle. "What we're going to do today is a series of simple tests. Hopefully we should have you out in an hour." Amy pursed her lips, seemed a bit much for a physical, but she really wanted this job.

"Sure, sounds... good."

"The preliminary test is for your hearing and vision. Could you please turn towards this poster over here?" The doctor pointed to a poster with letters of varying sizes. "Please read the top letter?"

Amy furrowed her brow at the giant letter E at the top. "Uh...E?"

"Okay, and the next line?"

"H-a?" Amy said with a shrug.

"And that spells...?"

"Ha? Like ha ha?" Amy smirked. The doctor grinned under her mask.

"And the fifth line?" She continued.

"Brush." Amy thought she saw the doctor tremble as she spoke the next word.

"Mmm. Next?"

"Tickle." Amy said out loud. Both doctor and patient shivered for a moment, though for different reasons and neither seemed to catch each other's tell. Amy assumed it was a coincidence. Her common sense seemed to have a weakness for fetishy story plots. Dr. Jahli took a moment, and then produced a multi-colored fluffy duster.

"Great, Amy. Now can you identify the colors you see as I move this funny little thing around your head?" She fluttered the soft tendrils around Amy's cheek and ears. Amy tried to call out the multiple colors, fighting back her squirms and giggles.

"R-gree-yellow! Um...green! Err. Blue now."

"Mmm-hmm. And what color is down here that I'm pointing to?" The doctor slipped her hands down and drew fingertips over Amy's purple socks.

"Purple!! purple! purple!!!"

"Wonderful. Now we're going to move on to the physical."

"First, I'll need to check your breathing. Lift your shirt please-oh wait." She chuckled, gesturing to Amy's cropped black top, which left much of her midsection exposed.

Amy felt a little twitch scurry across her midsection when Dr. Jahli produced a stethoscope and immediately placed it square on Amy's tummy. "Ooh!"

"Just checking your breathing. Everything sounds...lovely." Amy thought she heard a snicker. The cool end of the tool made Amy writhe slightly.

"Sorry, it's...ee...cold" Amy murmured, feeling a faint prick of blush on her cheeks. Her taut tummy flexed involuntarily and slipped a little gurgle. The doctor took notes and observed closely, nodding slowly.

"That's normal. Your outfit is very cute by the way. And makes this process that much easier. Lean back for me please." Dr. Jahli motioned Amy back on the exam table. Hazel eyes under dark long lashes glanced over Amy's exposed tummy with a curious gaze.

"Thank you...oooh! Oh, okay. okay. Yours is cuute too!" Amy squeaked as the doctor gently placed a palm on Amy's tummy, feeling her breathe rapidly.

"Thank you, you are very sweet. Next I'm just going to press on your abdomen lightly." The touch made Amy's body visibly tremble. Had her eyes not been squinted through her embarrassment, Amy would have seen the knowing glint in the doctor's eyes, betraying the intent of what would follow. "Very good. Does this hurt?"

"N-no!" Amy squeaked out, her tummy inhaling rapidly. The doctor's cool hands following her movement. "I'm going to press a little more. I thought I felt something." Curious fingers slid along Amy's tender skin, probing for reactions and lighting up a pathway of sensitive nerves. "Does this hurt, Amy?"

Amy stammered to respond, fighting back a giggle that eagerly wanted to bounce out of her belly. "It doesn't...hurt." She responded sheepishly. The doctor put a hand on her hip and leaned in to watch the little twitchies echoing the light tickly sensations Amy had been feeling. Amy pressed her lips to stop a babble from escaping. Her eyes rolled back as she felt fingers curiously probing the gap between her shorts and hip, sliding in slightly, grazing that hot spot. A giggly moan was percolating but eased off as the fingers retracted and a mere squeak escaped.

"Okay Amy, I'm just going to test your reflexes now. I'm going to take this across your belly and measure the reaction." Dr. Jahli reached into her coat and produced a long white feather.

"Wait a feather? That can't be right!"

"Please relax Amy, just lean back. I need to test your sensitivity. That's what this exam is for." She reassured, waving the supple instrument back and forth slowly. Amy gripped the table and inhaled sharply as the wispy feather tip stroked in a crescent pattern over her bellybutton, then did the same under it. Small giggles slipped from Amy's mouth as she tried to hold back.

"Don't try to fight it. Just react naturally. I'm going to test the reflexes in your bellybutton next" Amy closed her eyes and squeaked out as the feather traced the rim of her navel before flicking over each side. "What about this? Does this hurt? Amy? Aaaamy?"

"...Yesss!! It tickles!!"

"Oh, it does?" She replied with mock concern. "Well that is...unexpected, but side effects are common with this test. You're doing wonderfully." Dr. Jahli said warmly, watching Amy's tummy quiver madly from the feathery inquisition. She exchanged the feather for a small wand with hair-like protrusions. Amy thought it looked a lot like a mascara wand, and when she estimated the size of the wand and what it was designed to probe, she nearly jumped from the exam table.

"Ok hold the phone! Put it on hold and redial. Is that necessary?"

"Oh yes, Amy. This is just the next procedure for your reflexive test. Please lean back."

"But...that's a really...sensitive area."

"Yes, I should think so. Don't worry yourself, this is all very standard testing procedures. Now please, we need to test here otherwise we won't be able to give you the approval for your job."

Amy sighed and watched that little tool as the doctor dipped it into a container. When it was pulled out, the little spiky hairs glistened with oil. Amy trembled as it drew closer, the doctor twisting it back and forth. A hand was placed on Amy's tummy to hold it steady. "Just relax Amy." Amy giggled uncontrollably as the lubricated surface began twirling into her navel, eliciting all manner of twitches and bounces. "Relax sweetheart." Amy tried to hold on but she was bucking and laughing within moments of the wand entering her highly sensitive navel, and it only got worse as it was slowly drilled back and forth with all those little tickly hairs stimulating her ticklish nerves on all sides.

"You're doing so well Amy!" Dr. Jahli said over Amy's hysteric giggles, holding her belly tight as she twirled the tickly wand back and forth, dipping it in and out, coating Amy's tender button with the tickly oil. When it finally withdrew for the last time, Amy was gasping through silly giggles, her face a mess of blushes and stray hairs. She barely had time to gain some composure when the doctor next produced a small white implement with a hose leading under the table. With the flick of a switch, the hollow tip squealed to life, making a sucking noise.

"Now we'll just need to clean up that excess oil. This is Mr. Thirsty~" Immediately Amy could see the tip as a mouth and the bolts on the top as eyes looking to their target ahead of his snakey body. Amy whimpered as he was taken to her twitching tickled navel. Mr. Thirsty eagerly gobbled up the excess droplets of oil, the air rushing over Amy's sensitized skin like an invisible carpet of tiny feathers. Amy tried to endure but found her hips trembling in protest and laughs freely falling out of her mouth.

"Please stop!! That tickles so much!! I don't think I like Mr. Thirstyyy"

"Amy, you're fine. You're doing just fine. He's just here to help, aren't you Mr. Thirsty." The doctor retorted, lovingly stroking Amy's long locks of blonde hair as she mercilessly ran the suction tool all along Amy's rim and inner crevice. When at last her bellybutton was clear of the tickly oil, Amy was even more a mess of ticklish laughs. Just when she thought it couldn't get worse, the doctor produced a large metal bucket from under the table. The second sound was Dr. Jahli snapping a medical glove onto her hand.

"Oh my gosh, what is next? Haven't you tested me enough?"

"Most definitely not." she balked, barely suppressing a giggle. "Okay Amy, the library has deemed it necessary to test your cold sensitivity. Sometimes the air conditioning in the building goes on the fritz and they need to know you can withstand such conditions."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely. We don't want you to get frostbite. If you aren't able to detect a sudden drop in temperature then the library would be liable. Now~there are a few spots that are most viable for this test." The doctor replied, motioning Amy to lean back once again as she reached into her bucket and produced an ice cube. With one hand on Amy's beltline, she carefully positioned the frigid cube and began grazing it along Amy's abdomen and waist, tracing along the top of Amy's little shorts.

"How does that feel, Amy?"

"It's....cold!" Amy squirmed and writhed, feeling the blast of coolness riveting through her midsection. It was a different sort of tickle, but one that made her giggle out all the same. The streaks of cooling sensation lingered and layered as the ice cube went back and forth.

"I might have guessed that Amy. Does this tickle? Does the cold make you more ticklish?"

"I think so?? Maybe? What do you care? I don't know!! Just stop....stop icing meee!" Amy protested as the cube was taken up her happy trail and in circles around her navel, and over to each hip where it deposited little droplets of arctic water. Amy laughed out and trembled on the table, legs shaking as the coolness continued to send tickly shocks down her form even after the doctor withdrew the ice cube. The droplets running down into her shorts coated her hips and even her upper thighs with tickly streaks. "You're doing great, Amy."

"Sorry, looks like I've gotten some water on you."

Amy begged her no as she heard the suction tool firing up again. "That's no...not necessary please nooo! Not Mr. Thirsty!" She cried out in laughter with her objections ignored as the water was sucked away from her skin, stimulating those muscles and nerves further as Dr. Jahli meticulously cleaned every bit of her wiggling skin. The cool water had nearly filled Amy's navel to the brim, so the doctor placed Mr. Thirsty in Amy's crevice and let it drain away the liquid, occasionally sucking at the bottom of Amy's navel, tugging on the little hidden nubbin. Amy howled with laughter, trying to stay on the table as her feet kicked madly.

Amy was left gasping, barely able to hold on or resist as the doctor continued.

"Very good. Now we need to move to a new test site. Just relax Amy." She reached up and rolled Amy's cropped top further, exposing Amy's little nipples. Amy barely had a chance to whine when a new ice fragment was applied to her sensitive nubbin.

"Mmmhh!! Not there!"

"Does it tickle, Amy? Does ice on your nipple tickle you?" The doctor continued her line of questioning, smiling through her mask knowing Amy could never produce a response as she laughed and squirmed herself silly. Amy's face was completely red with blush, and the blooms spread down her neck quickly.

"Yussss it's mmmh okay okay okayyyyyy royal button pushes you're entering the Amynami code for extra ticklessss!"

"You're doing great Amy. Just a little more on this nipple. Whoops. I think we need Mr. Thirsty again." Amy screamed a laugh as the ice was circling her nipple and Mr. Thirsty eagerly caught the excess water while tugging incessantly at her button like a little pair of lips. Her nipples swelled in protest, and her giggles grew higher pitched.

"Doing okay, Amy?"

Amy gasped and rolled her eyes, laying flat against the table. "Um. I'm a little tickled! How about we stop for a minute."

"We're almost finished with the procedures Amy. You can take a break when we're done." The doctor grew authoritative for a moment, not that Amy had the energy at this point to get off the table or even resist as the doctor moved to take her bare hand to Amy's belly and another ice cube to her nipples.

"We're going to test both your belly and chest now. It is important to ascertain whether or not you can withstand both at once." Amy's eyes widened and she squealed out in laughter as finely manicured nails began ever so lightly scratching along her belly while a fresh ice cube was circling around each nipple in a figure-8 pattern. Amy gasped and threw her arms about, kicked her feet up and down, trying to endure the dual tickles. The nails followed her squirms, darting in and out of her navel, tracing her waistline back and forth, spidering up each side. The ice melted away on her buttons and ribs, and even made its way up to her neck occasionally. When one cube grew small, the remains were placed into her navel to fill it with the cold liquid, and a new cube was retrieved. The water droplets in her bellybutton were then splashed about as a finger came in to play, diving into the water with taunting taps sending tiny splashes everywhere. This of course, necessitated a visit from Mr. Thirsty to happily vacuum up the excess. By the end of this procedure, Amy was a mushy giggling mess.

Dimly aware of what was happening next, Amy felt her body being repositioned. Her legs were pulled up on to the table. Her arms were lifted. She tried to resist, but couldn't stop giggling, and her eyes were a haze of tears. By the time she recentered, Amy looked down to see her legs sitting on stirrups and looked up to see her arms were gently bound over her head with a restraint.

"Doing okay Amy? You were struggling a lot with the last test so this is just a safety protocol."

Amy nodded dreamily, it seemed all so reasonable. Just another test for the job right? All she had to do was sit and relax and giggle a little. No big deal. Amy smiled and watched as Dr. Jahli retrieved new instruments. Both her hands were gloved now. A large canister was wheeled out near the exam table and she pulled up a hose with a pointed nozzle. Before Amy could even get the words to protest, the machine whizzed to life. With a loud blast of sound, a white cloud erupted from the tip of her tool and coated Amy's belly with frigid crystals.

Amy's dreamy haze was quickly knocked away by renewed intense sensitive sensation as the doctor now worked her true craft freely. She dusted Amy's nipples next with the icy dust. "Doing great Amy!" her tone never wavered as Amy bucked in her bondage, laughing from the sensation, screaming with laughs as the doctor then took her multi-colored duster and twirled it all about Amy's over-sensitized skin.

"What perfect reactions. What a lovely body you have Amy." The doctor's shifted tone sent Amy into giggly hysterics. It happened again. And then a more intense look from those hazel eyes flashed.

"You love to tease with your lovely body don't you? Yes, I can tell. You love that attention."

Those sweet yet imposing words made Amy blush all over, even as she wiggled helplessly, bucking up and down, every tendril of that fluffy tool like a rapid scattering detonation of tickly fingers, scurrying about her body. As her body eventually warmed up, Amy's laughs and struggles leveled off. She relaxed for a moment, ready to protest these new tests, but lost the words as she squeaked helplessly at the sight of the next procedure.

"I'm just going to use some vibratory testing now. Most people say it's like a little massage." Dr. Jahli held up a wand with a big spherical soft tip, which hummed softly and lit up brightly. She let it graze along Amy's ribs and underarms, up over her nipples, and down to each hip. Amy screeched with giggles, trying desperately to pull away as those vibrations extracted some deep-laden laughs.

"What beautiful big belly laughs. Just let it out now. This is what you wanted, you wanted attention didn't you? A naughty thing, I think." She murmured, drawing the wand over Amy's navel and waist, her free hand playing at Amy's waistline. At last Amy was able to manage some words.

"You! You don't understand!! You don't know what you're doing to me!"

The doctor cocked her head to one side, letting the wand rest on Amy's waistline. Amy could see the grin in her eyes, and shuddered.

"Well, you've certainly piqued my curiosity Amy. There is something I thought I saw, and now it definitely needs further investigation."

Deep red blush appeared down Amy's face as she tried to hide in her hair. She pulled at her bonds frantically as she felt those medical gloves playing at her belt, moving over the material. "Nuuuu don't ooh gosh pllleeease don't!"

"Mmm?" Dr. Jahli watched Amy's reactions closely as she carefully and slowly unbuckled the large silver flower-shaped buckle by pulling it loose from the black belt. She studied Amy's whimpers as her fingers pulled the button from her shorts and unzipped them, which was difficult to start and easy to finish from the swelling panties peaking out below. Amy breathlessly giggle moaned when the doctor began tugging down her little shorts. Heavy gasps followed as she felt her pink panties being exposed, and the pressure of her tight shorts being pulled away.

The doctor cast her curious eyes downward, looking up and down at the swell in Amy's hot pink frilly undergarments. "Well, you are certainly full of surprises, Amy." Amy tried desperately to close her legs, to twist away as her doctor leaned down and inspected the swollen fabric, lightly tracing a fingertip along its length. Amy quivered.

"No don't!! Oh gossssh you're killing meee!"

"I believe more sensitivity tests are in order. I'm just going to tickle your thighs and waist now"

Amy squealed in disbelief, once again laughing hysterically as fingers began squeezing at her bare thighs and a feather traced her frilly waistline back and forth, teasing that panty line over and over. "You're doing great Amy!"

Her howls were interrupted by the occasional moan as the doctor would let the feather dip into her panties or would quickly reach up to plunge a probing finger into Amy's oversensitized navel. This repeated until Amy was once again a melted puddle of giggles, the teases and tickles just wearing her down.

"I think...this is needed. You are clearly teasing people. And it's quite appropriate for you to feel the sensations right back, and perhaps tenfold, Amy."

Once again the doctor decided to use the cold to reactivate her little test subject. Amy pulled at her wrists and giggled out when she heard the nozzle blasting again, but looked down in shock when she didn't feel the dust coating any part of her body. Instead she looked up in horror to see Dr. Jahli had removed her belt from her shorts and was dousing the metal buckle with the solution.

"Metal is an excellent conductor of cold. I didn't have any spare material to do this test so I hope you don't mind I borrowed this." Amy shook her head no frantically as the shiny buckle was lowered to her belly and placed on her navel. The ultra cold surface sent spidering tickle sensations radiating outward in all directions. The doctor kept it pressed there as she took her vibrating wand up and down the bulge in Amy's panties.

"Get it off!! It's too cold I can feel the petals ooh my gosh this is too tickly!! Don't touch my princess part!!"

"Doing sooo great Amy!"

The doctor kept her vibing tool and the frigid buckle trained to Amy's body, delighting as she struggled to fight the dual sensations off. When it seemed Amy was right on the edge of a ticklegasm, she withdrew both and began dancing long feathers over Amy's exposed legs while she came down slowly from the intense teasing.

"I'm so glad you were brought to me Amy. The other doctors here I don't think would appreciate you like I do." She playfully tugged at Amy's pantyline, adjusting it over her swollen princess parts.

Amy tried to regain any composure, but found she was so overtickled by this point she simply laid there and took her tickles, along with the revelation that this was a very carefully planned tickle attack. And with the doctor's next words, she began to realize this woman knew so much about Amy.

"For our final test, I'm going to really push your envelope." She picked up Amy's thick belt again and started wrapping it around her waist. Amy whimpered as her beloved yet extremely teasing companion floated back over, the shiny flower glinting in the overhead light. "You really like this thing don't you? It sort of lights your fire?"

Amy whimpered as she felt her belt being put around her pantyline, and positioned just so it went over her swollen naughty parts. She nodded embarrassingly, trying to stifle her moans as she watched the flower buckle placed right over her most tender member, the pressure on that hot spot from something she highly fetishized immediately sending her into overdrive. The doctor was quick to restart the tickle attack, digging her wiggly fingers into Amy's bellybutton and thigh. Every squirm adjusted the pressure on Amy's panties, and she knew she wouldn't hold on long. The doctor eventually brought the vibrating wand back out and started tracing the buckle, sending the vibes down through the metal and her frilly panties. Amy's giggling moans were almost soundless. She had been brought to the brink so many times. Her body simply complied to the tickles, struggling and bucking sweetly as Dr. Jahli edged her once more.

"You're doing just great Amy."

At last with one completely soundless scream, Amy arched and pulled when the vibrations and pressure triggered her ticklegasm. She laughed, snorted, and moaned out, her body flopping wildly. Her princess part swelled to a new maximum hardness performance, working its way out of the panties with the crown poking out from under the belt. Her words were complete squeaking gibberish capped off with a desperate scream as she gigglecame, princess drops spilling out and pooling into her bellybutton before falling limply back to the table and bucking gently through giggling aftershocks. Through the slits in her eyes and the fuzz in her ears, Amy saw the doctor was exchanging her tools one more time. "Guess we need Mr. Thirsty again."

#tickling #tickle story #tickle fiction #tickling doctor #missamyrisa

[tobiasdrake]

We have a terrible plan but it's the best we can do under these circumstances. Let's go get us a ship.

If we're still on the ship when it un-dusks, is that bad for us? Do we know?

Also, Teaks said it was imprisoned in a perpetual storm, but apparently it flickers in and out of reality? That was bugging me when we saw it do that the first time. Is the perpetual storm on the other side of the flicker?

This seems way more complicated than "Angry ghost captain summoned a furious storm." Do we know... anything? I mean, I assume not because it's one of those "If no one lived to tell the tale then who told the tale?" kind of things. If no one's ever been to the Vespertine and come back then no, we don't know anything. How would we?

Imagine signing on to a pirate journey for a specific mission and then being told you can't participate in the one thing you were here to do. They should mutiny. And by mutiny, I mean sneak around behind our backs to come along anyway.

It's what we'd do. With Garl. Specifically.

...Garl over here proudly displaying the scars of my mistakes and meanwhile Patches is over there with perfectly fine eyes covered by two eyepatches and he is not sharing.

There is logic in what the Captain's saying. But I nonetheless can't endorse it because y'all know what we'd be doing in the crew's shoes. Our history speaks for itself.

I dunno. Maybe these pirates are better disciplined than Solstice Warriors are. I thought we were the upstart renegades against proper protocol but Bugraves and Erlina blew us right out of the water in the field of doing what you aren't supposed to. Our disobediences look quaint by comparison.

I guess Moraine isn't a very good indoctrinator. He's been a dismal failure at passing along dogma and shaping belief systems in his students. The Solstice Warriors simply aren't up to the same standards of conformity, blind faith, and rigid structuralism that you so famously find in piracy.

Okay, enough sad reflection. We're on a mission to steal a legendary vessel from a captain with no ownership of it using a magical artifact we no longer possess. Gonna need my game face on because unwarranted confidence is the only asset we have right now.

Ghost ship? More like toast ship amirite?

Look, I was thinking about other stuff, not working on zingers. Point is, we're awesome. What they got? Crusty old bones? Ask Roro how well that went for her!

So what if we lost the coin. We're still going to get the ship. We just have to use Plan B. Don't worry, everybody has a price when the currency is violence.

Oh, I'm ready. I am focused and--

Hold up, if we can control the cycle of night and day, can't we just rewind the clock to the night of the eclipse for another eclipse boost? We have technology in place to do this; Why aren't we using this ability to spam eclipses whenever we--

Oh hey Serai. When did you get here? And where did the pirates go?

...

Oh shit. I mean. WHOA! You were Captain Cliche this WHOLE TIME!? I am both shocked and honored that.... No, sorry, I can't do it.

Same reason you don't call someone out as gay no matter how transparent their glass closet is. I'm a firm believer in identity authoritarianism. You want to present as Mysterious Masked Figure, I'm not gonna stop you.

But now that we're actually having this conversation, yes, everyone already knew.

Don't think of it as losing the macguffin. Think of it as buying a supremely talented chef who will support the ungodly amounts of violence we are about to inflict.

That's okay, your plan was always bad anyway. You should have spent some time at camp talking to Teaks.

Honestly, after our trip to the Dweller's mansion, I'm looking forward to a return to the pleasant simplicity of bashing zombie skulls until they stop moving. Been warming my beatstick in anticipation.

Yeah, we're stupid like that.

Anyway, HANDS IN THE AIR. This is a robb-- Wait, no, that was yesterday. Sorry. Wrong script. Ahem. This is a shipjacking. Still larceny, different genre.

Ha! Success! Now to find out if we die!

Oh, pleasantries! Yeah, nice to meet you. I'm guessing you must be the navigator who wanted a better life? Did they make you captain after the mutiny?

Really should have demanded more than one curse-breaker soulstone from Roro. At the very least, instructions on how to make them would be nice to have, if we're going to keep involving ourselves with every curse on the planet.

Anyways, back to business.

This is a shipjacking. How do you say "Hand 'er over" in pirate curse? In any case, I know it doesn't look like it but Serai is definitely pointing a gun at you right now.

^_^ I'm the gun.

Technically, that only proves that one of us is real. The rest could still be imaginary.

Zale and I are too associated with each other and Serai showed up late in the game. So if one of us is meandering around having hallucinations of companionship, it's probably Garl. This whole thing could be a story he's making up in his head, thinking about the dear friends that were taken from him and who left him alone in childhood.

Probably not, though. I'm sure you're fine, Garl.

We also have a whole fifth person stuffed in his backpack!

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hortence. I would shake your hand but you're dead, ethereal, and possibly on fire.

In any case, I was already on your side of this argument from before we even met so I'd be happy to beat Stormcaller with a stick until he relents. Then you can retire to the unlife you wanted from the start and/or pass on, and we can take your ship.

Everybody wins. Except Stormcaller. But, y'know, fuck him.

The rest of the crew are brainless undead now. Unfortunate, but convenient. It means we don't need to worry about their opinions of the deal we're making.

Sucks for them. They all died for the Captain's hissy fit, which they were specifically trying to end by getting rid of the little shit. The crew did nothing wrong. They're as much victims of Stormcaller's unreasonable tantrum as Hortence is.

But it's super convenient for us that only one person has any ownership claim to this vessel now, and it's the person who wanted to leave from the start. That will help our shipjacking go super smoothly.

Oh, there's a third option. We buy him out. Everyone has a price when the currency--

Goddammit, I already used that line. I wasted it on you, Serai. Why did I do that? I didn't need to impress you! You already think I'm cool!

Okay. But. Counterpoint. I hit things really, really hard. It's hard to do magic when you're being hit really, really hard. There's a game mechanic for that and everything.

Considering everything that we came from on Wraith Island? Yes. I do feel good about our chances here.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

Part I

A lamb in a den of lions, he thought, watching the newcomer as she settled in, ordering whiskey neat. A fool, for sure.

A fool she may be, perhaps, but even fools could be dangerous. Eren had known that the young woman was a Hunter from the moment she entered the bar (everyone else had, too) but something told Eren that she was hardly cut from the same cloth as the average Bane of Creatures. There was something in her movements— a predatory grace in her stride, perhaps, or a stiff, straight posture, with muscles tensed and ready for action— that betrayed her power to him; but for all that, she really was lovely, and the image of a rabbit caught in a patch of bramble came to mind whenever he looked at her.

Sitting in a corner, drinking his B-neg, he watched the woman as she sipped her drink, checking over her shoulder now and then. She was wary— as anyone with good sense would be— but she didn't appear frightened, and Eren's curiosity was piqued. It wasn't every day that someone so bold happened across his path, and it became harder and harder for him to resist the urge to approach her.

Eventually, Eren gave in to his curiosity— he never had been very good at or even particularly fond of restraining himself— and when he came silently up behind her, the newcomer didn't even notice his presence until he murmured a greeting close to her ear.

"Hello, little love," he said, and she startled in her seat. "Are you lost?"

She turned around then, her eyes big and bright in the dim lighting of the bar, but by the time she managed to look at the spot where Eren would have been, he was already seated on the barstool beside her. Eventually, though, her eyes found his, and when their gazes met, Eren was amused to find no fear in her visage.

"Far from it," she told him, turning her body towards him. "I am precisely where I mean to be."

Eren blinked, nonplussed.

"Curious," he said, leaning forward so that she could see the sharpness of his teeth as he spoke. "Do you fancy yourself a wolf among sheep, little Hunter? Did you really not think we would know you for what you are the moment you crossed the threshold of this place?"

Any normal, human ear would have missed the way her heart leapt in her chest, but Eren missed nothing. The fear he had hoped to inspire in her was present after all, but her face never moved from its impenetrable mask— an affectation that was somehow both soft and steely at once.

"That's not what I'm here for," she told him, widening the distance between her knees as she readjusted on the stool. "I'm here to discover the truth."

The truth— what an odd notion!— and yet Eren sensed no lie in her.

"You're a strange one," he told her, but forced himself to relax his posture to appear lazy, almost drunk. "Most Hunters— even ones so pretty as yourself— shoot first and worry about the truth later. What's your name?"

Her nose crinkled. "It's polite to give your own first."

Sharp, he thought, watching her closely. Names have power.

"Eren Jaeger."

"Eren Jaeger," she echoed, then extended her hand. "My name is (Y/N)."

That name sounded familiar to Eren— and though most names did after living a few centuries, this one seemed to hit closer to home. He knew that name, and knew it well…

"What's your surname?"

(Y/N)'s eyes flashed with an emotion that Eren didn't catch.

"Kirschtein," she replied, averting her eyes. "I'm Jean Kirschtein's great-great-great granddaughter."

And damn if Eren didn't want to laugh. Perhaps his nosiness into the posterity of his old acquaintances really was as bad of an idea as Armin always seemed to imply.

"I see," he said, and he truly, truly did. "Then you know who I am— what I am— and what I've done."

More than that, if she truly did know who he was, it was unlikely that she had come without a specific purpose in mind.

(Y/N) nodded, confirming his suspicions. "I was digging around in my family history and— well— I read what my grandfather wrote, and I just— I wanted the truth."

So wide-eyed, so innocent— so alive. Eren could see now her resemblance to Jean; if they were not similar in looks, she had his sharpness, his humanness… and, as he always had Jean, Eren envied her for it.

"If that's the case, then I'm sure you know that you don't get something for nothing," he told her, sipping his drink just to watch the expression on her face as he let the warm blood slide down his throat. "And that dealings with me can be dangerous."

"Jean Kirschtein loved you, Eren Jaeger," she told him fiercely and with such conviction that Eren nearly choked on his drink. "To take such a tone with me, to threaten me, the last living remnant of him, is the most disrespectful thing I've ever heard."

Eren was about to say that he didn't owe her, Jean Kirschtein, or anyone else any sort of respect, but she plowed on, unwilling to let him say his piece.

"You broke his heart a million ways by doing what you did, but— but he was your friend through all of it, no matter what side each of you were on," (Y/N) continued, passion aflame in her eyes. "I can't even imagine what inspired such a love, such a loyalty from him that he would forgive you for the horrors you caused. That's what I'm here to find out— what you have that a man such as him would find you redeemable."

The reproof in her words stung, but Eren was too old to argue. She could never understand what it was like back then.

"I understand more than you think," she snapped, and Eren actually flinched. "I understand that you hurt the woman my grandfather loved immeasurably, and that he forgave you for that even though he never even particularly liked you. I understand that you were ready to sacrifice the world for that selfsame woman, for Jean, and for all the others. I understand that you're a monster who loved and was loved back, but I want to know why."

How? Eren thought, shaken.

How had she known his thoughts? It was as though she had seen straight through to his innermost being.

Without speaking, she answered his question. (Y/N) took a hand and rolled up her left sleeve, presenting to him a scarred marking in the shape of a pentagram.

"My grandfather didn't settle down with just anyone," she told him, holding his gaze. "I come from a line of powerful witches, all of whom possessed strong claircognizance. Paired with my nature as an empath, you can assume I know what you're going to say before you say it."

Eren hummed, trying to appear less perturbed than he was.

"And yet you hunt Creatures for a living; strange, since you're practically one of us yourself."

(Y/N) glowered. "I hunt monsters that prey on my people, not Creatures. No innocent has died by my hand."

The unlike you went unsaid, but that didn't mean that Eren didn't hear it anyway.

"Don't get high-and-mighty with me, girl," he told her roughly. "Knowing is one thing, but experiencing what we experienced is another."

"I'm not here to judge you," she replied. "I told you, I'm here for truth, nothing more."

"And I told you that the truth doesn't come for free," he told her darkly. "You must give me something in return."

(Y/N) set her jaw.

"What would you have of me?"

It was a mean, base request. Eren was wicked for even thinking it, and vile for wanting it— but looking at the great-to-however-many-degrees granddaughter of a good man that he had once known, seeing the vitality that brought a flush to her cheeks and thumping to her heart, he knew he couldn't pass up this golden opportunity.

It had been so long since he'd had a Companion.

"Become my cupbearer for six moons," he told her, crossing his arms. "Starting with tonight, the moon becomes new; let me drink from you until six of these have passed, and along the way, you will learn what you want to know."

(Y/N) eyed him warily.

"Can you assure my physical safety?"

Eren grunted, almost amused. It was a bit late to be worrying about that.

"I think you know that I can."

"And will you let me continue in my duties as a Hunter?" she asked, her eyes searching his own as if she would find the answer to her question there inside the same eyes he'd had since he was nineteen. "Completely uninhibited?"

"That depends. Will you kill Creatures in the discharge of your duties?"

(Y/N) made a face. Eren had forgotten how expressive mortals could be, but he found that being reminded was not altogether unpleasant.

"You know I will," she replied, "But you have my word that any killing won't be unprovoked."

Eren supposed it was as close to a compromise as he could expect.

"As you wish it, so shall it be."

He turned away, signaling to the bartender for another drink, but a lightning-fast hand shot out to grab his wrist.

"Swear it," she demanded. "I need us to be Bound by it."

The meanness in Eren finally won over. He reached forward, grabbing (Y/N) by the neck, and the silver rings on her fingers burned him as she pulled at his hand to try and restore her breath. Eyes from all around the room were on the two of them— had been, since the very beginning— but it was only once the Hunter before him began to look appropriately humbled that he withdrew.

"Do not touch me without my permission," he said, "And I will return the favor."

(Y/N) looked at him then, but there was still no fear in her eyes. Anger, yes, but no fear.

She must be mad, or foolish one, he thought, considering her for a moment. I always have been partial to mad fools in general, but…

Something about her seemed different, and Eren didn't know what to do other than accept what she had to offer. Heavens knew he was getting the better end of the deal anyway.

"Swear it," she repeated, this time more quietly. "Give your word, and I will be your cupbearer."

Eren brought his hand up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. At his will, the nail tip of his forefinger sharpened, hardening into a point; he used it to draw an 'X' onto the skin just over where his heart rested inside his chest, cold and dead. Blood welled into the cut— precious little, compared to that of a human, but still enough to run down his chest in smudges— and it was by that blood that he swore. He spoke the terms of their agreement, then took the blood from his wound with the pad of his finger and marked the same spot over (Y/N)'s own heart.

"Satisfied?" he asked, their faces almost touching, and (Y/N) shivered.

"Yes."

Her warm, living breath fanned over his face with her reply, and Eren took the moment to close his eyes and appreciate the scent and sensation of it.

"You may think you're satisfied," he told her, pulling away, "But you don't know the meaning of the word."

She eyed him warily, but before she could speak, he added, "In six months' time, I'll ask you the same question, and it is then that you will truly know what it is to feel satisfied— satiated in every way."

"As you say."

It was a throwaway comment, nothing more than a dismissal, really; but Eren felt like it was the start of something truly remarkable.

#aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot #aot fanfiction #eren x reader #vampire!eren jaeger #aot smut

[lepusrufus]

To bargain for immortality pt.3

As it turns out, poison did not kill her. Not by a long shot. Not if the numerous tests with different kinds of poisons were to be believed.

Nicole was currently bent over the sink placed in the corner of Miranda's lab, her assistant hovering behind her with a timer in hand. What was it this time? Hemlock? Belladonna?

She stopped caring when a new wave of blood carrying the replaced tissue from internal damage came rising in her esophagus. With a disgusting gag, it came splashing onto the white porcelain, now stained and coated in crimson multiple times over. She coughed, trying not to let any of the burning mixture remain stagnant in her throat, and focused on the feeling of her body healing itself. It felt, for lack of a better word, like static coursing through her nerves and organs. After that too was gone, and the only thing that remained was the nauseating coppery taste in her mouth, she raised a shaky hand, too tired to speak up.

"Seven minutes, thirty four seconds," Emma announced.

Mother Miranda noted it down, fingers typing quickly over the keyboard.

It was a miracle that Nicole was still able to stand, although leaning a good part of her body weight on the sink thankfully secured to the wall did help. She took a few deep breaths, doing her best to not sound too croaky when she spoke.

"Can I see the results once we're done?"

She could keep track of everything herself of course, but it got difficult when her body was fighting toxins meant to shut it down. And she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't dying of curiosity.

"It's none of your concern," Miranda replied coldly.

That got a scowl to appear on thin blood stained lips, partially hidden by her hunched position. "I stood here quietly while you shoved pill after pill made from every poisonous plant you could get your hands on down my throat. At least grant me the grace of knowing my own body's limitations."

Her reply was little more than a tongue click. She couldn't help a scoff when Miranda simply ignored her request and told her assistant to continue with the next test on their list. Emma picked up one of the numerous pill bottles lined on her employer's desk and came over to Nicole, who unceremoniously grabbed one pill and swallowed it before looking at the label. Cyanide.

Oh for fuck's sake.

Her body's reaction was immediate, heart starting to beat painfully quick while her head started to spin. It was nauseating, the ache seeming to flood her chest and going up her spine in a searing migraine. Not to mention the deep breaths that didn't seem deep enough, as air itself seemed choking, the oxygen not quite reaching where it should. Mild panic started to settle in when black splotches began to cloud her vision and the tingling sensation seemed to battle with the pain for dominance. Before she knew it, her shaky legs gave out under her and the white ceiling of the lab blurred out of focus.

---

She woke up with a start, the bluish lights a painful glare to her eyes. The sound of ticking stopped and Nicole realized it was Emma's timer. She looked down at herself, haphazardly placed on a bed and then at Miranda, typing down a result the ringing in her ears hadn't allowed her to hear. With a few shakes of her head to try and chase the fog in her brain, Nicole finally croaked out: "What the hell happened?"

"The cyanide was damaging cells and keeping them from taking in any oxygen at a slightly faster rate than those cells were getting replaced. Which caused you to lose consciousness."

Miranda's tone was just as cold and clinical as ever, but a slight smirk tugged at her lips when she continued, the excited scientists buried under the mask of a goddess showing a crumb of itself.

"Although I'm quite certain we solved the mystery behind the accelerated heart rate. All previous tests show that it takes no longer than a few minutes to recover, while this took over twenty five."

Nicole was still fighting some mild dizziness, but she put all the focus on Miranda's words.

"We'll have to rerun the tests under anesthesia, but for now it's safe to assume the healing slows down while unconscious."

She acknowledged the theory with an oh. She wasn't really capable of much conversation at the moment, but she let the thought be metaphorically chewed in her brain. That made sense. If healing was slower after passing out, then her body had a damn good reason to keep her awake, hence the unnaturally high heart rate.

A slow shuddring sigh was let out when Miranda asked her assistant to prepare the anesthetic, laying back down. At least she wouldn't be awake for this one.

It took around double the normal dose to finally get her unconscious. She kept her eyes glued to the needle embedded in her arm until her vision was starting to fail her, the surrounding room becoming nothing more than dark blurs and vague beeping sounds.

People do not dream under anesthesia.

Nicole knew that of course. But as the lab blurred into odd shapes and more or less familiar places, there wasn't really a better word to describe it. Perhaps a result, she would later muse, of her overactive brain, fighting for consciousness at any given moment as it now had an instinctual need to stay awake.

That need manifested itself in the vague image of one of the castle's hallways. It was in an old wing, not frequently used by many other than the cleaning staff. She was walking along the wall, using it to compensate for her wobbly legs, and looked around for something. What exactly, was beyond her comprehension at the moment, but that didn't stop her from stumbling inside each room on her path, looking around the bright and beautifully decorated space, only to exit and continue down the hallway.

Something. Something ugh.

Nicole tried not to lean on the wall too much when she got to the golden frame of a painting, not wanting to risk damaging it. Slowly walking around, she threw a glance at the canvas when she was fully in front of it. She frowned.

It was the familiar portrait of all three sisters, dressed in period appropriate clothing and hair up into small curls. Their eyes, painted in such a way that they seemed to follow any onlookers around, greeted her with soft expressions. Some details seemed different though. They were small, and it took a bit of effort to notice how the brushstrokes seemed to have shifted ever so slightly in places. A familiar rose tattoo was present, albeit quite faint, on each of their foreheads, and their features seemed a little less soft and more akin to how Alcina would paint them. Nicole stopped to look at Cassandra's hand for a little longer, as if something was supposed to have changed there too. But before she had time to dwell on that, the realization that the painting should not be there dawned on her. Why would Alcina move it? And to a near abandoned wing of the castle no less. If she remembered correctly, that portrait had been at the main entrance for decades.

Nevermind that, she could just ask Alcina herself if they crossed paths. She kept walking down the hallway, trying to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of her mind that something was off. Off, like the slightly misplaced furniture, or the lack of certain decorations, or antique objects that she knew for a fact were on display on a completely different wing. No, Nicole kept looking through every room she came across, in search of something her foggy mind couldn't quite grasp the memory of.

She finally reached one of the more populated areas, and although still not fully able to grasp her surroundings and walk around without any support, a shiver still ran down her spine. The off-putting feeling turned to dread with the realization that she was completely alone. No maid or other staff member has crossed paths with her in what felt like an eternity. No sound could be heard aside from her own breathing and a faint beeping coming from outside. At that moment, Nicole longed for the sound of giggling or the shuffling of a broom, hell even the sound of lycans howling outside. Anything.

By that point, shuffling against the wall felt more of a psychological need than a physical one. There was a fear that accompanied anyone when you found yourself in a place that seemed so unlike its normal self, and Nicole tried to make herself smaller than she already was in the eventuality that something would pounce out from the silence and tear her to shreds.

She found herself traversing another corridor littered with numerous doors to guest bedrooms or simply storage rooms. Each was opened one by one, whatever laid behind it inspected, and then shut again. Rinse and repeat. Repeat until Nicole found herself in front of an oddly familiar door. It had nothing special, the crest and color exactly the same as the ones she had left behind, but its position seemed to tug at her memories.

The door was pushed open, a slight creak accompanying the movement, and Nicole found herself in a well lit office. It was obviously a rarely used one, the shelves only holding a small number of oddly organized files and boxes, while the chair was tucked under a large desk. The plush carpet underfoot caught her attention, beautiful black, white and golden motifs waved around each other in an intricate pattern. She walked across it, up to the desk and crouched down to run her fingers on the old worn wood of small drawers. The iron handles used to open them seemed to be gone from all but the topmost one, which she opened slowly.

Oh.

The drawer was empty save for two familiar objects, a pair of matching rings with minuscule branches in flower engraved on them. She picked them both up but almost dropped them back when a set of hurried footsteps sliced through the dead silence just outside the room.

There was no time to scramble for a hiding spot, especially not with how her head started to spin the moment she stood up again. All she could do was put the hand that wasn't holding the rings on the desk to support herself and watch as the door swung open.

A sigh of relief flew past cracked lips at the sight of confused golden eyes framed by dark locks of hair. Cassandra was standing at the entrance, head cocked slightly to the side.

"Did you lose it again?"

There was a hint of annoyance in her tone, but it was mostly drowned out by an amused chuckle as she walked up to her.

"No, I-..." Did I? "I'm sorry."

Cassandra simply took one of the bands and wordlessly slid it on Nicole's ring finger, gesture that was imitated in turn.

"Why are they here?" Nicole's question was barely a whisper, either due to the dizziness she felt or the cemetery-like silence that almost demanded not to be disturbed. "I know I instructed the staff to bring mine to my room if they find it."

"Oh it wasn't any of the staff members," Cassandra replied matter of factly, even waving a hand to dismiss the apparently absurd idea.

"Then who?"

"I don't know."

Nicole frowned. She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to chase away the eerie feeling that seemed to have made its roots deep inside her mind. Cassandra's voice seemed off, and that beeping from earlier seemed to close in ever so slightly.

"Why here?" She repeated.

Her wife only shrugged and looked around the room, taking her time with the reply.

"Isn't this where we first saw each other?"

Right. That's why the office was so familiar. The memory of Lady Dimitrescu, so beyond intimidating at the time, sitting in the chair and interviewing her for a maid's position came flooding her foggy brain. Then the giggles and the rather dramatic entry and the small bickering.

"Are you waking up?"

If Cassandra wasn't so close to her, she would've thought a third person had spoken. Her wife's voice seemed off before, but now it didn't even sound like her own. Familiar, yes, but the regal icy tone belonged to someone else.

Nicole tried to instinctively put some space between them, only for Cassandra's expression to twist with concern, furrowed brows over soft golden, always so uncharacteristically soft when pointed at her. Cassandra opened her mouth to speak again, but the beeping came in louder, almost as if making its way from her throat with the sole purpose of attempting to bust her eardrums.

The room seemed to rapidly bleed out of focus, details replaced by black dots and blurry lines. Cassandra's shape slowly morphed, her beautiful black dress leaving way to a plain lab coat and golden eyes turning into icy green, ever calculating and scrutinizing. Incessant beeps from the cardiac monitor brought her back to consciousness more rudely than she would've liked.

Nicole shook her head slightly, trying to chase away the last effects of anesthesia. Her body seemed eager to oblige, quickly trying to wake up and be back on her feet. Not that she had any intention of actually getting up, but soon enough, she was looking around the space and all the pristine equipment held within. Emma was busy arranging vials and pill bottles inside a cabinet while Miranda was by the bed typing away, nails annoyingly loud on the keyboard. She shook her head once again, and looked to the opposite wall, where a clock was ticking. It was almost 11 p.m. and Nicole let out a soft groan thinking about how she'd been under anesthesia for about three hours and how her family was probably waiting for her to get back.

She laid her head on the uncomfortable pillow while waiting for the goddess wannabe to be done with her observations on her current lab rat, which meant Nicole, and finally dismiss her.

It took a moment to realize that Miranda had turned towards her and pushed her laptop close to the side of the desk, screen facing Nicole. After receiving a confused look, the woman rolled her eyes as if she were a teacher explaining basic maths for the hundredth time.

"You wanted to see the results."

Nicole's confused expression did not change, though now it was more directed towards the suspicious willingness to give what she asked for. Nonetheless she scooted to the side of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge, and she narrowed her eyes at the file on the screen.

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Date: 23rd April 2012

Subject: Nicole [REDACTED] Dimitrescu

Mutation experiments - 2 (Regeneration - 2)

Resistance and healing time to various poisonous plants (in the form of highly concentrated pills or injectable) and other toxins. First number refers to the healing time while conscious and the second while unconscious.

Belladonna (Atropa belladonna) - 2'13" // 6'30"

Rosary pea (Abrus precatorius) - 2'20" // 7'02"

Crowbane (Cicuta virosa) - 2'40" // 7'12"

Wolfsbane (Aconitum lycoctonum) - 3'30" // 8'11"

Hemlock (Conium maculatum) - 3'18" // 8'28"

Oleander (Nerium oleander) - 3'55" // 10'17"

Ricin (Ricinus communis) - 5'58" // 16'19"

Arsenic, 100mg - 7'34" // 21'38"

Cyanide, 50mg - / // 26'53"

#unhinged maiden™ my beloved #cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #mother miranda #fanfic #to bargain for immortality #whacky dream be whacky #tw torture

[internalsealpanic]

Love Through the Ages (Jason Todd)

Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part three of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself. ALSO, y'all can thank @littleredwing89 for the poem that comes up.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist.

You tap at your phone screen, planting seeds in a satisfyingly hypnotic rhythm, the sounds of the train vacillating in and out of your periphery. It was soothing having your own compartment, a little world you can isolate yourself in while you anxiously await for the inevitable. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found Gotham stressful. It was about as much a secret as Tony Stark’s civilian identity. You pulled your knees up to your chest at the thought. Big cities were stressful but Gotham was a different beast entirely. It was a writhing monster of steel and smoke. You wrinkle your nose deciding to sweep the thought away. 

Instead, you concentrate on your plants and your farm. You wince looking at your journal. It looks like you’d forgotten another quest. Pursing your lips, you decide to turn your phone off for a bit and pretend the NPCs can sort it out on their own as you look out the window. 

You lean against the wall, pressing your cheek to the cool window. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking of a sea of black curly hair interrupted by a shock of white, sea green eye perpetually alight with mischief or intelligence (9 times out of 10, you really couldn’t tell which it was.), freckles like star map, and a mouth permanently set in a cocky grin. It’s hard not to smile like an idiot when thinking of Jason Todd.  

   Your skirt flutters in the wind as you dance your way through the crowd, bobbing up and down on your tiptoes over the sea of humans. Sometimes the smell of them still makes your mouth water but not now, not when the smell of Gotham is so pungent in the air. 

You see a gloved hand wave at you on the other side of the crowd. You pin your sunhat against your head as you rush through the crowd, your luggage dragging behind you.

Jason waves a two fingered salute at  you in front of a motorcycle, his foot clearly stomping a cigarette. You toss your hat to him. It flutters over the crowd. Jason catches it easily, putting it on his own head. 

"Hey Princess, welcome back." Jason greets, the syllables of your native French gliding off of his tongue so easily. Fighting down a blush, you swallow your own greeting. Jason would have been a great ambassador in a different life were he not inclined to murder someone with a desert spoon for being a jackass.

He offers his hat back to you, but you shake your head. "You might freckle too much in Gotham's sunny weather." He gives you a hearty chuckle keeping the hat on. 

"Missed you too, princess."

You roll your eyes. Pinching your nose, you look around. "You forgot to tell me to bring a gas mask."

"Every city smells like this."

"Darling, you've been in Gotham for too long."

"And you've been in your French villa for too long." Jason says, putting his sunglasses on you. You glare at him through them.

"First of all, it's a cottage."

Jason snorts, "As if that makes a difference. It's still in the idyllic French countryside, isn't it?"

"I-" 

"I rest my case."

You cross your arms. "You're welcome to visit, you know?" It was a hopeful suggestion at best. 

"We both know the quiet will drive me crazy."

"I said visit," you say, "besides, I think the train ride alone would drive you up the wall." You remember how Jason is with tight spaces.

"Not with you there." Jason winks.

Your heart presses a bruise into your throat and you hate Jason Peter Todd all over again. 

"Ah yes, you plan on driving me mad. Evil. Truly evil of you." You say, grinning back at him. 

"Here's a wild idea, how bout we just not listen to Roy? How does that sound?" Jason gently suggests, handing you your offensively pink cup of caffeinated goop. Jason can smell the sickening amount of sweeteners added. He might gag. 

"Nope," you say, smiling at him as you slurp your ooze. Jason's stomach rolls. Alfred would have an aneurysm. "He was even nice enough to get us both tickets." You hand him one, fingers brushing against his. They felt calloused as they always did. Jason suppresses any oncoming reaction.

He instead turns his attention to the ticket in his hands. Love Through the Ages: Gotham Museum Exhibition on expressions of love. Jason runs through the numbers. "These are $59 each."

"So sweet of him, isn't it?" You chirp adorably.

Jason makes a mental note to kill both of you. "You're only going along with this cus you want to watch me suffer." Jason says, slumping his chair. His foot kicks out to tap your foot. 

"I'm doing it affectionately," you say, tapping his foot with yours. "Besides, it's a universal pass time at this point." You swirl your drink and grin at him. It was your real grin, all bright and eager and stupidly sweet. Something in Jason's chest twists. It's always hard to breathe when you smile at him but really Jason would rather all the oxygen in the atmosphere be burned up than see your smile disappear. 

He sounds dramatic and he knows that but still he knows it's true.

"C'mon Jay, it'll be fun."

Shoulders slouched, Jason smiles at you indulgently. "Fun for who?"

"Mainly me but you can have fun too."

"You are so lucky you're adorable when you're being evil."

Your smile brightens and with a tap of his foot against yours, he thinks he'll survive whatever Roy has in store for him.

You and Jason have been walking around the museum for quite a bit with Jason's arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and homicide radiating off of him every time someone even looks at you funny. He'd said that the arm slung around your shoulder was so that you wouldn't get lost. As for the homicide,  he elected to ignore the question entirely. 

You flush as Jason quotes another line from 'Master Valentine' back to you. You definitely regret letting him house sit. You regret even more not hiding your books. You squirm as Jason whispers the quote in your ear in a husky drawl. The erotica in the book is amazing and you're normally comfortable with talking to Jason about everything, but this- this was just cruel and unusual punishment. It's what you get for trying to make him suffer.

All the pet names he murmured in your ear crawled up your spine. You shove his face away hiding your own in your sleeve. He laughs into your hand enjoying your sudden bout of shyness.

Jason mumbles a half-hearted apology into your hand, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. You lower your head. You're still clearly avoiding his gaze but you let him press you to his side. Jason Todd is an asshole.

You point to a pair of ice skates so well worn and well loved that you almost miss the little penguins stitched on the side. "Love on the ice? That's so cute!"

Jason glances at them with mild interest. "Sounds like hypothermia." He says, shrugging. 

Swatting at his chest, you pout at him. He rolls his eyes nudging your shoulder with his. You scowl at him and stick your tongue out. Jason leans down, unable to stop the urge to press a kiss to your brow. You scowl even harder. 

"Admit it, doll. The whole exhibition is just Dickie's favorite fanfiction tropes."

"Professor Todd, be a dear and enlighten my troglodyte ass."

He snorts, "Princess, if I was a professor we both know I'd have the highest attendance rate."

"And the highest failure rate." You say cocking a brow. 

"Probably."

"You're terribly humble today."

"I just know I look good."

No, you don't, you think. You shake your head. "That explains the leather jacket."

"You love my leather jacket."

"Well, Biscuit certainly loved your previous one."

Jason wrinkled his nose thinking of the yellow disaster. "That dog was a menace."

"She is the sweetest creature on earth."

"She destroyed my jacket and ate my wallet AND phone."

"I never said she was smart... wait, we're getting off topic."

Jason narrows his eyes at you then points to a crown. It was an intricate lattice of silvers and golds with diamonds that glittered like starlight. "Royal AU," he says simply, "go on read the description."

"A prince and a princess from rival nations are bound by a marriage of convenience. Through a series of missteps. They fell for each other.... that one was pretty easy. Do it again."

He points to a blue feather. "Mythology AU."

You arch a brow at him. He waves at it, urging you to read. "A god descended to earth to be with his mortal lover only for him to lose his memories of her." The feather's glow is incandescent. You can feel the power radiating off of it, a sure sign of divinity.

Once, you would have brushed it off as mere story. You've spent more than twice your lifetime now dipped into the world of myths. You glance at Jason.  Simple divinity no longer fazes you.

"See?"

"I- Nope."

"You're just being stubborn."

"Would you have been my friend if I wasn't?" Would you have saved me if I wasn't?

You think Jason hears your unspoken question when he frowns. Instead, he turns on his heel to face the other direction. He points to a bouquet of wilted roses tied together by a green ribbon. They still smell of blood and something you couldn't identify.  Your eyes drift down curious. Your eyes trace over the words feeling your stomach tumble.

"Gruesome." Jason vocalizes inanely. He hooks his head on the crown of your head, neatly slotting your body under his. You're safe, surrounded by walls of muscle. The crease in your brow softens. You would think that Jason would be less protective after you'd turned but now that you were a vampire, he was somehow even more protective. Roy always joked you only got Biscuit and your other dogs as lap dogs because you already had Jason. He may not have been too off on his guess.

"This should be in a horror exhibit," you say leaning into Jason's chest, "kind of reminds me of you though." You tilt your head up grinning at him. 

"If you make a joke about me being jack the ripper again, I swear I'll-"

"-Bury me alive 6 feet under concrete with a recording of Roy singing Auld Lang Syne in a terrible British accent. Got it. What I meant was... you're just as protective as the man in the story." You say, smiling at him. 

For good reason, Jason thinks. 

Jason buries half of his face in your hair, hiding his answering smile. You smell like sugar and cinnamon. It's a familiar combination of smells that puts him at ease despite the atrocious amount of people in the museum.

You point to another artifact, afraid that you'd accidentally picked at an old wound. 

"Star-crossed lovers." He mumbles into your hair. 

"Bullshit!"

"Read it and weep, doll."

You read the plaque and the words 'meet' and 'different world' assault your eyes. You scowl at him. "Fuck you."

The grin on Jason's face is genuine. It makes something in your veins sing knowing how much fun he's having. 

Your face softens. "You really love this romance stuff, huh?"

Jason narrows his eyes at you.

"You were the one bawling your eyes out when we binged Spaces Between Us. Who the hell cries during erotica?"

"IT'S TRUE LOVE AND YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL," you protest, pounding your fist against his chest,"besides, you're the one who was crying nonstop when we watched the IDHY duology."

"I was crying because they were accurate book adaptations."

You blink at him confused. "There's a book?"

"Yes, you illiterate heathen."

"You sound like a conquistador."

“....”

"At least they got their happy ending." You say, changing the subject.  

"That's true."

"Still better than Titanic."

He furrows his brow at you. "What's wrong with the Titanic?"

"First of all," You pitch your shoulders like you're about to give him a lecture, "That was 3 hours of my life wasted on a shitty movie. It wasn't even that accurate."

"Princess, not everyone can survive the Arctic."

"And second, the most romantic scene in that romantic movie was the old couple staying together as they sank."

Jason laughs, a deep rumbling sound. It scrambles your brain, almost dissolving your annoyance until he opens his mouth again. "You sound like Damian."

"Jason Peter Todd, take that back." You screech, swiping at him. 

He jumps back, his laughter still echoing. "Stop sounding like the demon brat first."

You run after him, telegraphing your murderous intent. Jason walks away faster, sticking his tongue out at you. Your growl and claw at the air. You screech obscenities as Jason continues to evade you. He is having way too much fun with this. 

You chase Jason around the exhibition for a solid half hour before you come to a skittering halt.

Your eyes land on a vermillion book, leather bound and carefully crafted by skilled hands. You step closer to admire the swirling, arabesque patterns lining the leather. No title is embossed on the front.  It's thick. You would wager it was at least 400 pages.

Your eyes drift down even further, finding a  familiar scrawl. Below the book were photocopies of some of the pages. Pablo Neruda's 'If You Forget me', Beethoven's 'Immortal beloved', Ibn Hazm's 'My Heart', and a bunch of other poets you didn't know but recognized as ...

"Jason these are your favorites."

"What?" He says, walking over to you cautiously.

You look back down at the pages and your eyes catch on the one in the middle. From the numbering, it was the last.

Love is such a hard thing to define,

I don’t know if I could ever find,

The words to truly express the complexity of such an emotion.

It is an emotion felt in the heart,

Long before it makes sense to the mind,

illusive and uncertain until suddenly it just clicks.

Like so many things in this world,

we tend to know it when we see it in others,

even if we can’t be sure of it ourselves.

I think I’ve always known how much I love you,

When I look at you, 

I see everything I’ve ever wanted.

When I look at you,

I see nothing else but your perfect beauty.

Inside and out.

I'm not a poet, (Y/n), but I will tell you anyway I can how much I love you.

-Jason Peter Todd

Jason is a stone next to you.

His mouth is filled with sand as he looks at the far too familiar handwriting. He knew. He knew the moment he saw the red book what it was. Hell, the moment you told Jason it was Roy who told you to go to the museum, he knew what it was. God, why can't he just turn to ash. 

Jason can't make himself turn to you. He can't bear to see what ever disgusted expression you make. He just can't. 

He feels a tug on his sleeve. He doesn't move. He  feels another tug, this time harder. When he doesn't respond the second time, you lace your fingers in his and spin him around. 

You squish his cheeks in your hands. "Jason, you actual sap." You say. You look like you're glowing. You beam at him, all toothy and scrunched faced. Jason's lungs stop working again. His mind can't process what you're saying. All Jason knows is that something warm is crowding his chest, pushing everything else out.

"Wha?"

"Jason, you absolute dork!" You repeat, unfazed by his temporary bout of insanity.

Jason is blushing, looking like a strawberry with his freckles. Jason is more adorable than anyone has any right to be. But that's ok. That's perfectly ok cus he's yours.

In a moment of uncontained affection, you pull Jason to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's soft and earnest and exciting. It was a kiss Jason spent lifetimes dreaming about. It was you and completely you.

"Jay, they're beautiful." You say in a breathless laugh. 

Jason looked down at his feet. "I-" was never planning on giving it to you, he thinks. Because, why would you ever love someone like Jason? Especially, after what he'd done to you. 

As if reading his mind, you press your forehead against his. "I love you too, Jay, and you can't argue me out of it. Sorry bud, you're stuck with me."

Jason can't help the smile as it curls on his lips.

He's happy. He's so stupidly happy and he blames you.

"Plus, I already knew."

"Why didn't you say it first?" He asks, his fingers brushing against his tingling lips. 

"Cus," you say, pirouetting away from him, "you wouldn't believe me if I did."

"How-"

You put your hand up. "Trust me, Jay. I've tried before." You tilt your head back looking up at the sky light. The curtain of light fell on you like a spotlight highlighting everything ethereal about you. "Remember in Milan? When I told you I cared about you and you told me I didn't."

Jason remembered that. He was angrier back then. He snarled that to you like some wild animal and threatened to throw you out on your ass if you ever so much as spoke a word of that nonsense again. It was the first time he'd seen you look hurt. You face was wide open with shock.  Jason felt something in his chest tear at that look. He stormed off, leaving you in that room. 

When he came back, you offered him warm tea and a smile. You were quiet, inconsolably quiet.

It didn't…

He didn't…

It didn't occur to him that look in your eyes was heartbreak.

Jason curses under his breath.

You chortle at him, the mirth in your eyes incandescent.

"Yeah. Exactly." You say, clasping your hands behind your back. Jason would like to be buried six feet under with the only words carved into his gravestone 'I am so sorry (Y/n)'.

You snick seeing the look in his eyes. "Or that time in Paris. The one in the little patisserie when I told you in perfect Catalan that you meant more to me than anything else and do you remember what you told me?"

"I told you you were possessed." Jason's shoulders slump. "Please tell me you don't have a third example."

You smile at him pityingly. "I don't-"

"OH THANK FU-"

"I have 50. Well, 51 but the last one didn't count since I was joking that time."

In Jason's mind, his jaw hits the obsidian floor with an audible 'plop'. It would be loud enough that the entire museum would hear it were it real. He blinks at you. "You tried more than 10 times?"

"I was encouraged." You say shrugging.

"Of course, you were," he grumbles and you laugh. Jason's heart skips a beat but he pushes past the feeling in favor of pleading with you. "Please don't list them."

"Oh, I'm not." You hum. 

Jason sighs with relief. 

"I'm gonna leave that to Roy."

"Son of a- He knows?"

You look over your shoulder. "Yeah. Who do you think I complain to?"

"Who else knows?" He asks, trailing behind you as you walk to .... Jason doesn't know at this point and he doubts you do too. 

"Oh just your family."

"I'm surprised they haven't given me shit about it."

"Oh I bullied them into not doing it."

"Impressive." He whistles and you preen. 

"Always," you say smugly. You begin to walk a bit faster, craning your neck. "Now, let's go find out if Dickie installed that bakery I asked for." 

"That's what you're after?" Jason laughs.

"It's a noble goal." You protest. 

"You don't even need to feed."

"I need to feed my inner sweets monster. She's very fussy and is demanding crepes specifically."

Jason smiles softly at you, amused that of all the human traits you could have retained after being turned was a sweet tooth.

"Sorry to tell you doll face, Dickie still hasn't done it."

You look aghast like he'd slapped you in the face with a large baguette. 

"What?!"

"He hasn't put in your suggestion from 10 years ago."

"Where am I supposed to get my fix?"

"Are we still talking about sweets or have you moved on to cocaine?"

"Dunno, have you tried snorting sugar?"

"No. Why- Have you?"

"...my lawyer advised against answering this question."

Jason cackles. "How am I the stupid one?"

"I-" Your scowl turns sickeningly sweet. "Yanno, the third time I tried was when-"

"OK. Stop." Jason's face lights up again. "I give." 

"Pfff." You smile, looking far too pleased with yourself.

Jason straightens up, something sly passing through his eyes. You stop. The look in his eyes makes you nervous. 

"I think I know where you can get something sweet."

You swallow nervously.

Jason leans in. He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. Nothing else around you seems to exist at the moment. 

You lean in to kiss him but you freeze when you register his voice. 

“I’m taking you downtown. There’s a new bakery there and I heard the crepes were to die for.” He chuckles, turning to walk towards the exit. 

“What the hell?!” You call out falling into step with him. 

He grins down at you, arms folded behind his head. “Something wrong, princess?”

Heat rises in your cheeks and elbow him in the side. 

“I want to take you on a proper date and I sure as hell am not starting here.” He says, rubbing his side and conspicuously not looking at you.  There’s a dust of peach on his face. Your anger fades away. It gives way to a fluttering in your chest. 

“Where?”

He looks at you then, brow furrowed. 

“Why don’t I take you to the fair, princess? There’s plenty of sweet treats there that’ll tickle your fancy.”

Your mouth waters when you think about all the cotton candy they have. 

“I heard there’s a kissing booth too, so if you’re lucky,” Jason continues, winking at you. Predictably, you blanch at him. You knock your knuckles against his chest. Jason chuckles, rubbing his chest. “Sorry princess, I mean if I’m lucky enough to get a kiss from you.”

The temerity. 

The gall. 

“As long as you get me something sweet.” You huff, exiting the building. 

Jason stops on the steps, turning to you with a sly smile. Crossing your arms, you pause bracing for whatever trick is up his sleeve. Jason tilts his head. He says something but the little noises of the city make the words hard to discern. You lean closer to hear him better. Jason steps closer to close the distance, his lips warm against yours. You’re stunned. Your entire body divided on how to react, some parts stiffen while others turn to jelly. 

He pulls away, wolfish grin unwavering. "That sweet enough for you sweetheart?"

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#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #vampire au #food

[mypimpademia]

Valentines Day HC's

Taishiro (fatgum) x black!reader, Bokuto x black!reader, Levi x black!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I'm late w this bc I procrastinate but I hope yall like this💖

Yall are in quarantine for taishiros bc I thought it'd be a nice lil spin. And a modern au for Levi

I dont claim any pictures used! The pictures belong to the original posters

Thank you to @photosbyameil (aka thee bokuto expert) for helping be on bokutos part💖

TAISHIRO.

You will have the absolute sweetest valentines day ever, literally and figuratively

Hes gonna go all out (as much as he can at least, considering you're in quarantine)

You do a gift swap make little baskets for each other🥺

Full of candy, snacks, gift cards, and other little trinkets

You made them be each other favorite colors too

Yours for Tai would be something like this:

He'd eat every edible thing in the box in a heart beat, and that's how you know he's appreciative of it

His for you would be something like these (more tailored to your liking and in your favorite color if you dont like these of course):

And if you like to get your hair and nails done he'll throw in some packs of braiding hair, crochets, wigs or whatever you do, with some cash

You'd make a nice lil dinner together, consisting of both of your favorite foods and lots of soul food too (you got him hooked)

All of it would be homemade, Taishiro most likely knows how to cook really well considering how much he eats so he would love to make anything with you

You make a huge dinner together, one that will leave you with weeks of leftovers

After dinner, Taishiro runs a nice bath for the both of you (or just you if you dont like that)

Dim lights, candles, bubbles in the bath, rose petals, soft towels and robes, and champagne (or something different if you dont drink champagne)

If you get in together, it's gonna be so soft and one of the most vulnerable moments in your relationship

Holding each other, soft kisses, and Tai will absolutely confess his love for you all over again

If you prefer being in the tub alone, he'll leave you a cute little love note to read while you're in there and go set up a movie

When you get out of the tub and put on some comfy pajamas, you start up a movie together

For dessert you eat your gift baskets together (and lowkey steal from each others)

You eventually crash on the couch, you knock out first because Tais use to staying up from late night patrols

He realizes you forgot your bonet/scarf so he carries you to the room and puts it on for you :)

The next day his final gift to you is doing your hair, because he can do hair and you cant change my mind <3

"Happy Valentines Day, gumdrop."

BOKUTO.

Hes just the sweetest ball of energy

He makes everything a surprise

Koutaro is probably an early riser, and always wakes up way before you

So you wake up and hes already got a bunch of surprises for you

A giant gift basket full of heart shaped candy boxes, snacks, and a bunch of hair products

And im talkin oils, masks, treatments, shampoos, conditioners, brushes, everything

He got you a cute lil outfit too

When you put it on he just gushes about how good you look in it

Kou takes you to get your hair and nails done (we're gonna act like both of these take no time at all for the sake of this fic)

Then he takes you to get couples manipedis with him, and then a couples massage

Once you finally get back home, Koutaro offers to cook for the both of you

Just the thought of it puts you in distress, because that boy is a mess in the kitchen

But his enthusiasm is what convinces you

Until you smell burning

You end up having to run in the kitchen before he sets it on fire

You teach him how to make all kinds of soul food

For dessert yall probably eat banana pudding or cheesecake for dessert

By the end you end up realizing almost everything you did today was for you, and nothing for him, and wound up feeling really bad, but he says he doesn't want anything

"All I need is you, my baby owl. Happy Valentines Day!"

LEVI.

The most perfect Valentines day ever

He plans everything out to the last detail with not a single mistake

He does your hair for you the day before (he can do any kind of hair, not taking any other opinions)

And takes you to get your nails done too

Buys you some nice clothes that you just assume are for different activities he has planned

But you dont even try guessing, because when levi surprises you, you never know what to expect

Now Levi isn't much of a romantic, but he tries

He probably had to look some stuff up to make this valentines day extra special

When you wake up, he gives you breakfast in bed with a nice cup of tea

And he gives you a cute heart shaped box of candy

After you finish breakfast together, he gives you your next gift

It's a pretty gift basket, wrapped up nicely

It's filled with candy, tiny little trinkets, and hair products

A supply of your usual products, plus those expensive ones you always wanted to try

Later that day, he tells you to put on one of the outfits he bought you

It was just a casual one, something you'd wear out if you were gonna be out for awhile, but not to anywhere special

He takes you to a cute lil Cafe for lunch

It's one of those really aesthetic ones but the food actually tastes as good as it looks

When you get back home from lunch, he'll give you a cute necklace with his name on it

For dinner, he makes you put on another outfit that's much nicer

And he takes you to and fancy restaurant and gets you dinner

When you get home, he tops it off with a nice bath with rose petals, essential oils, candles and all

Quick PSA: Don't go through his search history, he looked everything up because again, damn near emotionally numb and clueless on romance <3

"Happy Valentines Day, Love."

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[my-verklempt-mindspace]

Day 3 April 5, 2022

Tuesday

Hello again! (Yes I suck at being consistent)

Today, I'm here with a specific subject to share my views on.

You know, I often think about love. About what exactly it means to "be in love." I've received a variety of responses from people I know, and media has portrayed a lot of different versions of it- some films/books project it as a sublime fantasy few are lucky enough to experience, some describe it as the "butterflies in your stomach" and the "violins playing in the background", yet others confuse it with infatuation.

Well, according to me, love is~

Sharing your deepest and darkest secrets, sharing your traumas, knowing that your significant other is aware of the dark side within you; of the void that exists inside of you. You know it's love, when sharing silences isn't awkward but comfortable, when you know the two of you have a connection to the extent that you can flaunt your imperfections, when none assumes anything, and everything is communicated clearly, where there are no unrealistic expectations out of the other, only a sense of mutual understanding. Here I'm talking about love in all its forms and the one that exists in all kinds of relationships.

Well, honestly speaking, I can keep going on and on about "love." But let me rather talk about a significant part of it~

Vulnerability.

Ever wondered why we're able to easily express ourselves/share our emotions with strangers, but aren't able to do so in front of people closest to us?

In my opinion, we all suffer from our own set of complexes, insecurities, and traumas that we have a tendency to constantly remain under a mask. A mask that protects ourselves; a mask that makes us feel safe, immune to people's judgements and criticisms. Now when a human shares the things that make him/her feel "weak", he/she feels like they're no longer in control of the way they present themselves, because that mask and that facade of safety has been lowered.

As a result, being vulnerable is difficult. Rather, I'd say it's daunting. Being vulnerable in front of strangers is difficult, but you know what's even harder?

~Being vulnerable in front of people who know you. Because those people have a preconceived notion of you in their minds, they know you and as a result, your sharing a vulnerability with them changes the notion of "you" that they had in their mind. In my opinion, it altogether changes the way they look at you.

And fearing that apprehension, we feel intimidated sharing our innermost emotions with the people closest to us. It's like we want to retain the image of us that they have in their mind.

That is why, according to me, the biggest benchmark in love is to share your vulnerabilities. To share your innermost emotions; that would mean that you've reached the level of trust that it takes to be an unfiltered version of yourself; that you no longer have to put on a mask and that you can be unapologetically yourself in front of that person.

Sometimes, I feel, it takes one broken person to heal another broken person. Just imagine- if a person with a void in their heart meets another with a void in their heart, they form a symbiotic relationship where both of them are able to provide each other the warmth they couldn't get from anywhere else and where both of them are able to fill the void in the other's heart~ and this also happens by sharing vulnerabilities; by sharing their weaknesses, by sharing the trauma both of them have been through.

Here's to hoping everyone is able to find that one person in front of whom they can be unapologetically themselves, be it in the form of a friend, a partner, a family member or for that matter, even a stranger.

Until then, stay curious, laugh more, and take care! :)

[smallblueandloud]

some thoughts (that i'm saying out loud so i can debate my brain more effectively):

a day after posting about aromanticism, a girl asked me out (!). i panicked a bit.

first off, there's the positive feelings that stem from being asked out. someone out there thinks i'm really cool! that's pretty sweet i think

then there came the fear. romance really, deeply scares me, and i (still) don't really know why. but i have had romances / romantic attraction before, and that's because they were with people i knew/know really, really well

okay! so assuming i want romance (which we have to assume i do SOMETIMES, because i did in fact willingly ask my ex out), it's definitely in the demi territory. if something is going to happen, it'll be after we get to know each other

good, okay, that's progress! i tell her that. we agree to make friends and revisit the idea of romance later. (she is also some flavor of demi, so this is for both of our sakes, which makes it easier to suggest)

weeks pass. we text daily, both making an effort to get to know each other better. it's not a whole lot of texting, and we're definitely still not very close -- i still don't know her brother's name or the piece of media she finds most formative, she doesn't really know about my complicated feelings on identity or my high school years. that's okay. it's gonna take time, and it'll be easier when we're back in school and can see each other in person

however, while this texting is happening, i'm also thinking about romance. i'm thinking about her in the context of romance. i'm taking the image of a potential future romantic relationship and turning it over in my head, trying to see how i feel about it. and this brings up a complication! because romantic relationships are so tempting. our whole society is geared around it! it just sounds so NICE to have someone who'd be My Person, who i could hold hands with and have lunch with and be committed to! so even if i'm not necessarily ready for one, my brain still wants one!

(this is an ongoing problem with questioning your level of romantic attraction, because there's a BIG difference between I Want To Be Considered """""Whole"""""" In The Eyes Of Society and I Really Truly Want To Have This Kind Of Relationship With This Specific Person. i'm still personally working on that)

so now i'm in this new status quo. i'm texting this girl. it's fun! she's really sweet! i like talking to her!

am i ready to date her? Nope. i don't know her very well! she doesn't know me very well either! i don't know whether she'll like the me that's underneath all of my masks, so getting into a romantic relationship with her would just be Constantly Acting and i don't want to do that and she deserves better than to date someone who is Constantly Pretending!

on the other hand, my brain is realizing that a romantic relationship is possible and now has dollar signs in its eyes because I Won't Be Alone Ever ! and like. that's not about her! that's actually a pretty bad reason to want to date someone! but those feelings of yearning are there and they're strong and i don't know what to do with them. so i'm writing out this really long post to say it out loud and recognize what's actually going on here in the hopes that that'll shut my brain up, maybe, hopefully

before this situation developed, maybe two years ago, i was thinking about romantic attraction and how i felt about it. i eventually came to the conclusion that it doesn't really matter if what i'm feeling is Actually REAL, GENUINE Romantic Attraction as long as i communicate with my partner about it. like, it wouldn't matter whether i wanted to marry someone for The Right Reasons (which i doubted i'd ever feel) or just a way to make a visible commitment to someone i cared a lot about and wanted to spend my life with.

now that there's a real person on the other side of this equation, it doesn't seem as simple.

#this is long and oversharing but maybe someone else who's questioning will appreciate it lol #i'm not really posting this looking for advice but also I Wouldn't Be Opposed lmao #(i also wouldn't say no to some hearts if you wish to share them) #sb and l rambles #aromanticism #queer things #questioning things #ACTUALLY IF I'M ASKING FOR ADVICE: real life poly people! when should i try to have The Poly Conversation? #obviously this is assuming a lot (that we'd enter a commited relationship; that i'd find ANOTHER person i'd want to date) #but like! should it happen before we Make Commitments? should i bring it up later? #......saying it out loud it seems pretty clear it should happen Before but like. aaa that's scary #i probably should've brought it up during the initial boundaries conversation #(she asked about my BOUNDARIES! it was UNPROMPTED! she truly is the perfect girl) #but that day was already A Lot because it was the day we said ''sure let's give this a shot'' and that was (as previously stated) TERRIFYING #anyway hope you enjoyed this installment of Essbie Overshares On The Internet hope y'all enjoyed lmao

[stray-kids-react]

You go into little space

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

* Protective caretaker mode has been activated, no matter what the situation is. *

° Chan came home from work, throwing his keys onto the kitchen counter. Soon noticing a cute crayon note stuck to the fridge with a magnet, 'Hi daddy! I hope work was good. I am in the room drawing, come join me!'

* Chan knew about little space, and understood that it was a way of you calming down from any stress. He was always willing to take care of you, and never got annoyed or weirded out like some people did. *

° Chan walked into the bedroom, noticing cute little stick fairies stuck all over the walls. Your tongue stuck out as you focused on coloring in one of the fairies dresses. Too focused to notice your care taker admiring you from afar.

"Hey princess/prince charming, did you draw these?"

° You nodded shyly, looking at the floor worried that he would be upset at the new decorations. But you relaxed when he cupped your face, pecking the top of your head softly.

"They look amazing y/n, which one is your favorite?"

° You pointed to the glittery blue fairy with large pigtails, unsticking it from the wall to hand it to him.

"That's mine too! I love the glitter, that was a nice touch."

Lee Know

* Is already whipped for you, but becomes even more soft when you go into little space*

° You were in the middle of shopping, when he noticed you shift into a more clingy and innocent faze. Minho looked at you with softened eyes, asking if you were alright. "Can we visit that store, please daddy?"

*Once Minho found out that you would sometimes go into little space, he researched everything about it to make sure he knew what to do. Constantly praising you for not being bratty or a bad girl/boy. *

° Minho guided you to the pajama store, wrapping his hand around your wrist gently. You skipped towards the sleeping masks, passing him a panda one and grabbing a cute glittery cat one for yourself.

"Does daddy look like this mask? Or do I look more like yours?"

° You tugged at the panda one, jumping up and down on the floor. Giggling excitedly when he would poke his face out from the mask, sometimes sticking his tongue out at you and making derp faces.

"Can we please get them? I really like this one~" You begged, pouting slightly.

° Minho loved seeing your bright smile, so he took it a step further and let you pick out one more. Chuckling when you clapped in joy.

"Let's go to the cash, and then we can go get some donuts. How does that sound munchkin?"

Changbin

* Changbin adored when you went into little space, always playing around with you. *

° You knew that Changbin was coming home in a couple minutes, and you decided to hide from him wanting to see if he could find you. Grabbing a flashlight, so you wouldn't be scared of the dark while in the closet.

*Changbin was really curious about little space, and let you explain everything to him. The next day, buying you a whole bunch of stuffies and glittery stickers. Letting you put one on his laptop, not planning on removing it anytime soon. *

° He walked in, noticing the empty bowl of ice cream with sprinkles left over. Changbin clued in that you were probably in little space, and played along with your hide & seek prank. Even though he could hear your small giggles from the closet.

"I wonder where my cutie pie went? Is she/he in the kitchen?"

° You jumped out of the closet with a cute rawr, making him "scream" in "fear". Placing a hand over his heart dramatically, he repeatedly praised you for being so "intimidating".

"I practiced my rawring all day, I wanted to surprise you daddy."

° He adored when you got all giddy after getting a reaction out of him, only encouraging him to be more dramatic each time. Sometimes even falling to the floor when you jump out of an obvious hiding spot.

"Get ready for supper cutie pie, I bought you your favorite pizza."

Hyunjin

* Loves when you go into little space, Becuase you both play around and he gets extra cuddles*

° You just woke up from a nap and wanted some attention, and you just so happened to jump into little space when you woke up. So you secretly grabbed one of your tiaras and planned on secretly placing it on Hyunjin.

*Hyunjin didn't know what little space was at first, so he let you guide him through all of the facts and duties of being a caretaker. He enjoyed when you became clingy, and used your light baby voice when asking for stuff. *

° Hyunjin immediately got into the character of a prince, assuming you were in little space. Voicing some of the barbies you brought out, and kissing a soft frog stuffed animal so it could turn back into a human.

"As prince of Amercanodale, I declare that Ken shall be released from jail."

° You soon grabbed different doll clothes, asking Hyunjin which one your dolls should wear. Asking for help with braiding the doll's hair, which he happily did along with some of his own hair.

"Can I bedazzle your hair? I have cute clips to use in it!"

° Hyunjin always allowed you to play with his hair, whether you be in little space of not. Loving that feeling of you stroking through his locks, and looking at him with only admiration and love.

"Use as many clips as you want beautiful, you can even use that hair chalk if you want."

Han

* Accidently found out about you going into little space, when he found your sticker stash*

° Jisung noticed your small pout throughout the day, noticing that you ran out of stickers and were in little space. He wanted to cheer you up so he took you onto a trip to the nearest dollar store, letting you pick out some stickers.

* Jisung knew about the basic things of Little Space, but never really looked into it until he found out that you used it as a stress relieving mechanism. He won't tell the members unless you are comfortable with it*

° You specifically picked out a pack of animal stickers that included some squirrels, sticking one on his cheek once he bought them for you. Pointing out that he reminds you of the sticker that you stuck on him.

"I look like the squirrel?... As long as you like squirrels than it's okay. *Chuckles*"

° You kissed the sticker on his cheek, and soon went on a rant about how much you love squirrels. Mentioning their fluffy tails, and cute cheeks that hold so much food. Not realizing how long you were ranting.

"Do you like Squirrels? Or are you more of a chipmunk lover?"

° Jisung thought wisely about which option would offend you the least, soon going with the most neutral answer. Explaining that he likes both and finds them just as cute as you do, loving the way your eyes sparkled in joy.

"Even though they are both cute, nothing can compare to my little squish y/n."

Felix

* The cutest and cuddliest caretaker ever, loves when you become his own personal backpack and pillow*

° You were both heading home from dinner with the boys, and by the last ten minutes he noticed you switch into little space. Getting hints by your constant clingy hugs, and never letting go of his hand.

* You told him about your shifts little space when you were serious enough in the relationship. Letting all of the anxiety you had leave your body, when he simply nodded and sent you a soft reassuring smile. *

° Felix tucked you under the soft sheets of your shared bed, brushing away any stray hairs from your face. Letting you choose a bedtime story to read to you, rubbing a soft circle across your stomach as he read aloud.

"The prince left a soft kiss upon aurora's lips, watching as her lovely eyes fluttered open."

° Felix constantly glanced at your increasingly tired state, thanks to mixture of his deep soothing voice and soft delicate hands. His hand trained up to your cheek, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips.

"Before I go to sleep, can I have a goodnight kiss? Pleeeaassee~"

° Felix giggled at your dramatic begging, but caved into your needy yet calm cuteness. Placing small playful pecks all over your face, before landing his last one across your smile gently. Staying on your lips for a couple seconds longer than the rest.

"Goodnight sleeping beauty, wake me if you need anything. Even if it's just cuddles."

Seungmin

* Spoils you when you are in little space, just because you are too cute to say no too. *

° Hyunjin won a bet against Seungmin, so he had to go out and buy a toy for Kkami. You tagged along because you wanted to spend time with Seungmin and see some cute kittens. But you shifted into little space while looking at the kittens and babying them.

* Seungmin clued into small habits and hints you showed while going into little space, such as changing your voice, pouting, & being 10× more hyper than usual. Soon bringing emergency toys, just in case. *

° Seungmin asked an employee if you were able to hold one of the kittens, soon getting an answer when he unlocked the cage that the small kitten slept in. You held it close to you, making small baby noises during it.

"I wonder if Hyunjin would get mad if we came home with a kitten instead of a toy."

° You heard his sentence, but you were too focused on making the kitten purr louder for affection. Soon exclaiming in joy when it cuddled into your hand, making Seungmin comb his fingers through the soft fur.

"I think it likes me! Or maybe it just wants food... Either way I'm getting cuddles~"

° Seungmin saw the kitten a while back when he went shopping with Hyunjin for dog food, and knew that it needed someone who would love it unconditionally. So he ended up driving home with and furry lump asleep on his lap.

"We're home and brought something extra special, I hope Kkami doesn't mind cat fur."

Jeongin

*The only time he will let you call him oppa or daddy, understanding it's part of Little space*

° You were terrified of the loud storm that was happening outside, so you rushed to your boyfriend's dorm to try and calm down. Bringing a couple extra presents while in your child like splurge of ideas.

*Jeongin enjoyed playing with you, loving the innocent gaze you gave everytime he used a big word. Sometimes he would shift into little space with you without realizing, but he secretly enjoyed the feeling *

° Jeongin turned on a couple flashlights while strapping on the adorable hat you brought, asking if your wanted any drinks or snacks. Holding your hand while walking to the kitchen for some chips and soda.

" You don't have to be scared of anything, oppa is right here and won't let anything happen."

° You nodded still a bit cautious thanks to the booming thunder outside, but that only led to him holding onto you closer while walking back to the room. Shooing your irrational scary thoughts away.

"You're the best oppa ever Innie, thanks for the yummy snacks and cuddles."

° He played music off of his phone to try and distract you from the loud storm outside, feeding you chips and giving a cute bendy straw for your drink. Chuckling silently when you fell asleep with crumbs all over you.

"You such a cute little sunshine y/n, have a good rest cutie."

#stray kids #changbin #kpop #hyunjin #jeongin #lee know #skz scenarios #stray kids reactions #bang chan #han jisung #skz rp #skz requests #skz reactions #skz room #skz smut #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz seungmin #lee felix fluff #little space #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz x reader #stay

[non-stop-imagines]

Movie Night

Request: heyy! I'm not sure if your still taking requests from your first list #1. BUUUT. what if you wrote a drabble where its the 21st century post endgame and Bucky is sexually attracted to Sams friend (who is black) but she doesn't believe Sam when he tells her . Using:  21 "I'm flirting with you" and any other quote/s of your choice. PS: I LOVE YOUR WORK

Promps Used (All from Drabble List #1): #21 "I'm flirting with you", #86. How long have you been standing there?”, #17. Well….don’t keep me waiting.”, #3. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader (Post-Endgame)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Explicit Language, some implied smut but nothing tooooo in depth

A/N: HIII!!!!! Hope you all are staying safe during these crazy times. As you can see I took some quarantine free time which also happened to be my wisdom teeth removal recovery time to write a little something.😏 Hopefully with the shift of all of my classes to online it will give me a bit more free time to write some more but until then, hope you all enjoy!! Love you all!!!😘💖💛💖💛💖💛

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Masterlist

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Everythings so different, but you feel the same. You splash water from the sink onto your face and study your facial features. It’s been 5 years, and you don’t feel a second older, but when you look around you see the difference. Living with Sam is the only thing that has made you feel normal, like nothing has changed. You take your hair out from the pulled back bun it was in to release the tension on your head then head out to the living room, stopping in the archway when you see Bucky sitting on the couch. This was the fifth time this week you have walked out of your room in the morning to see Bucky sitting on the couch, and it was only Friday.

“You might as well live here, Buck.” You grin, giving some attention to his reddening complexion as you head back to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“Please don't give him any ideas.” Sam pleads from the stove, where he was scrambling eggs and letting sausage cook in another pan. You giggle at the distress in his voice as you continue to pour an ungodly amount of sugar and milk into your coffee. Ever since the final battle between the Avengers and Thanos and Steve’s exit to the past, Bucky has found a companion in Sam, which is basically like befriending a disgruntled 80 year old veteren, which was apparently right up Bucky’s ally, but you could also feel that Bucky’s constant presence had something to do with you too. His stare would linger a second longer than normal when you walked into view, his touch was always extremely gentle, but only occured in situations where a touch would be necessary. Sam has told you on a few occasions that Bucky had a thing for you, but he’s said that to you as a joke before, so why would this be any different.

“I don’t think it would be that bad. Heck, I barely ever know when he’s here. It would be like having a ghost in the house.” You chuckle at your joke and take a sip from your pink and grey marbled mug, feeling even more accomplishment when you hear Bucky’s chuckle. “Hey Buck, would you like something to drink? Coffee? Apple juice? Orange juice?”

“Apple juice would be great, thank you.” You give him a nod and quickly pull a glass from the cabinet and fill it with apple juice, then bring it back to the living room, bending over to grab a coaster and then placing the glass on top. During this short 5 second moment, you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, more specifically your butt, clad in short black varsity shorts that were previously only assumed to be present due to their hidden placement beneath your oversized Disneyland t-shirt.

“Come on and eat, you two.” Sam’s voice breaks Bucky’s trance, making him get up and head to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and filling ⅔’s of it with eggs and a few pieces of sausages.

“How many waffles would you like, Buck?” You smile up at Bucky, the significant height difference between you two has always made you feel some type of way.

“No, it's my turn. You go sit.” He turns and goes to quickly wash his hands, your heart stopping for a moment before remembering the unfortunately myriad amount of times he has had to tell you that his mechanical arm is, in fact, waterproof. You nod, then place a few pieces of sausage on your plate, bypassing the scrambled eggs, then heading to the small four chaired dining table. A couple minutes later Bucky approaches the table, his plate in one hand and the plate of toasted and buttered Eggos in the other. You grab a couple from the plate using your fork and place them on your plate, then grab the bottle of syrup next to the plate of waffles and dosing your stack with an amount of syrup that earns you questioning looks. You just shrug then cut into your stack. The small house was quiet for a moment as everyone took the time to enjoy the beginning of their breakfast until you had an idea for that night.

“We should have a movie night tonight.” You take a bite of waffle and then a short sip of coffee to wash it down. You look at your two tablemates who you could tell were trying to come up with an excuse not to, but you beat them to it. “Sam, do I have to bring up the number of times you dragged me to a bar when I def should’ve been doing homework in college?” He widens his eyes and bends his head back down to his plate. “And Bucky, baby, I did not have to welcome you into our home and feed you, now did I?” His face reddens and he reaches up to push back the rouge strands of hair that fell from his newly short hair cut. “Come on, we’ll do rock paper scissors to decide who gets to choose the movie.”

“Y/N, we all know it’ll end up being you who gets that final say in movie choice. You're lucky we're agreeing after your poor attempt at blackmailing us.” You smile brightly at Sam’s secession then stand up to gather the dishes from the table so you can wash them, refraining from grabbing Bucky’s dishes after noticing that he wasn’t done eating yet.

“Thank you for making it easy for me. And as a thank you the movie/movies that I will choose are the first three Star Wars movies.” You look back and smile at your friends less than pleased face.

“I still don’t understand why you like those three movies out of all the Star Wars movies.” Sam shakes his head and scrolls down a message on his phone.

“Young Mark Hamill and young Harrison Ford, need I say more.” You shrug and start to run the hot dish water, then gather and organize the dirty dishes at the side of the sink. Once the water was ran and the utensils were swiftly pushed into the water, Bucky’s towering presence was felt behind you, a bit of pressure being placed on your back.

“Is it okay if I place these here?” His voice was damn near a whisper, like he was trying to secretly whisper seductive words into your ears, being sure that Sam didn’t hear anything.

“Yeah, t-totally fine.” You shift slightly to the right to try to get out of his way, but his hand being briefly placed on your hip stopped you in your tracks and caused a sensation between your legs that you haven’t felt in forever. After he sets his dishes next to the sink and utensils in the water he makes his way back to the table as if nothing happened.

“Since you’re forcing us to have this movie night, you have to let us go to the training facility for a bit. We’ll stop and get the snacks on the way home.” It took you a moment to come out from your stupor and fully understand the words that come from Sam’s mouth before your answered.

“I would not have stopped you from training in the first place but thank you for volunteering to pick up the snacks. You’re great.” You look back and give him the large goofy smile that in some cases, such as this one, greatly irritates him. You turn back to the sink and finish the utensils, then quickly wash the few large dishes left by the sink before going back to your bathroom to take a shower, but not before saying bye to the two men at the table, knowing that you would not be out of the bathroom before they left for training.

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“Why not just make a move on her? Trust me, she would not mind you just picking her up and carrying her to the nearest bedroom.” Bucky just continues to throw hard, randomly alternating jabs at the punching bag in front of him, wondering how his friend got to this topic.

“I’ve tried. Nothing seems to work.” Bucky stops his punching to wipe the sweat from his face and to get a swig of water.

“You call whatever the fuck that was at the sink this morning trying? It was like watching a prepubescent boy flirt for the first time.” Bucky looked up at Sam from the floor with shock and slight embarrassment, then back down at his water bottle. Sam takes a moment to text you something then places his attention back onto Bucky. “Man, you're both grown adults. You know what you need to do. But remember, Y/N is not one to back down from a challenge.” Sam pats his friends back then walks back over to the chin up station, stretching real quick before hoping back on, leaving Bucky to think.

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From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen, I hope you understand I wasn’t joking when I said that Buck has a thing for you.

You shake your head and smile at the random text and answer before gently placing a paper face mask over your damp face.

Y/N:

I mean, it didn’t seem all that likely to me. 🤷🏿‍♀️ He doesn’t talk to me all that much but I have caught him staring a couple times. 👀👀

You shrug at your answer and toss your phone onto the bed, then head out to the kitchen to get some water. You come back to a text.

From Sammie Boy 👴🏿:

Listen to me. Tonight I want you to do what you know how to do. See for yourself what you do to him and for goodness sakes girl try and get pipped 🍆. I’m hella tired of hearing your horny ass in the middle of the night. 😤😵

You refrain from blowing water out of your nose after reading Sam’s all too real and all too loud text. Once you gain your composure you text back.

Y/N:

Ight, nigga. Hush. I’ll see what I can do. Also don’t forget to get my Airhead Xtreme Bites and Cookie Dough bites.

You chuckle at your response then set your phone back down onto the bed, then begin to sit and think about your current attire. After a few more minutes you get up to remove the face mask and rinse and moisturize your face then head back to your dresser to change pajamas into something more provocative. You keep on the short pajama shorts that you were already wearing due to their habit of riding up and switch your shirt to something shorter and slightly tighter. You keep a primarily bare face except for a coat of mascara and close to a boat load of lip gloss, leaving your lips practically dripping. You keep your curls out, knowing that men seem to find your free flying afro more sexy. Once you're done you grab a few pillows from your room and pile them onto the couch in the living room, along with two large throw blankets for obvious reasons. Once you had the couch set up and began to go to Star Wars Episode IV, you hear the front door unlock and open. You try to figure out a subtly sexy way to be found sitting on the couch, but decide to just sit with one leg bent in, stretch marks on your upper thigh being fully visible. “What’s up?! Y’all ready or what?”

“Can’t we take a shower first? Damn.” Sam bitches, taking the snacks to the kitchen. You roll your eyes then settle your gaze onto Bucky, greeting him with a shy, sultry smirk.

“Fine, you big baby. James, you can use my shower if you want.” You let Bucky’s name flow from your mouth then turn your attention back to the T.V, starting the movie then quickly pausing it and standing up to go back to the kitchen to set the snacks up. You knew fully well that your pajama shorts were noticeably riding up your butt, but you sure took your time adjusting the dilemma as you walked around the other side of the couch, no where near the front door where Bucky was still standing, staring.

“Uh, t-thanks, Y/N.” He takes his duffle bag over to your room, trying to avert his attention from you. Once he is out of ear shot Sam comes up to you at the microwave.

"I know I told you to do what you knew how, but damn!" He takes a step back and looks you up and down.

"With a promise of getting dicked down I had to pull it all the stops." You shrug and start the popcorn in the microwave, then move to the cabinet to pull out some bowls to pour all the snacks into. “Now, go shower so phase 2 of my plan can begin.” You Wave him off then open the two boxes of cookie dough bites to pour into one of the bowls.

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It's been about 15 minutes since Bucky and Sam got back and now they were finally on the couch, ready to start the movie. The more appropriate description of your configuration would be you and Bucky under one large blanket on the main couch and Sam laid back in the recliner at the left of the couch near the hallway entrance to your room.

“Alright, losers. You guys ready?” You earn lackluster cheers from the two then begin the movie. You already had Sam turn off the light, so the only illumination in the room came from the television. About ten minutes into the movie, you make the move to cuddle up close to Bucky, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his metal arm, which seems to heat up slightly at your contact. With your focus on the movie, Bucky takes a moment to give Sam a surprised and slightly confused look. All Sam does is nod towards you, indicating that it was his turn to make a move. He slowly removes his arm from your grips and wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer so that you now had your hands placed on his chest. You guys stayed like this for a while, both of you thoroughly enjoying the movie until Sam became bored and wanted to see some action between the two of you.

“Y/N, can you hand me the cookie dough bites?” Sam points to the bowl that you deliberately placed at the end of the table, to which you nod and bend across Bucky’s lap to grab. You purposely place your hand high on his thigh, extremely close to his junk, and poke your butt in the air more than obviously needed. You take longer than necessary to grab the bowl, feeling something poke your abdomen as you begin to pull back, causing Bucky to quickly stand up and head to Sam’s bathroom after frantically asking. You hand Sam the bowl as you both watch him make his way back there.

“Dang, you work quick, don’t you?” You shrug and take an Airhead Xtreme bite from the bowl in front of you.

“I think it helped that I kept some lingerie that I def haven’t worn recently hanging out of my hamper when he went to take a shower in my bathroom.” You pause the movie and give Sam a sly smile, making you both crack up. Around 10 minutes later, Bucky returns to the living room and sits next to you again, his now greatly increased body heat warming you up again. You work hard to hide a smirk as you go to play the movie again, cuddling back up to Bucky. A few minutes later, you hear light snores come from Sam’s direction, and you look over to indeed see Sam knocked out on the recliner. You chuckle then get up to move him to his room.

“You need help?” Bucky stands from the couch to assist you but stops when he sees you give Sam a more than light tap on the arm.

“I got it. Thank you, though.” You look back and smile at him then adjust your shorts before leading Sam to his room. You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders as you lead him to his bedroom, unknowing of Bucky following close behind and stopping at the bedroom door frame. You drop Sam into his bed and, after promptly moving back his comforter, place his legs on the bed and then his comforter on top. Before leaving the bedside, Sam pulls you back towards him.

“I swear if I am not woken up by loud noises from your side of the house, imma be pissed.” He says straight faced, making you chuckle then letting you go so you can leave. Once you do turn around to the door you jump at the sight of Bucky standing at the door frame. You bend over slightly and grasp your chest.

“Oh my gosh, How long have you been standing there?” You whisper, making your way past Bucky out of the room, brushing your hip against his leg as you do.

“N-not long. I was just making sure you didn’t need any help.” He follows closely behind you, plopping down close next to you once you sit back down onto the couch. You two cuddle back up again, staying like that for a minute, before you begin to mess with Bucky’s hair, scratching closely at his scalp, watching his face as he closes his eyes, relishing in the calming feeling. Little did you know that his comfort plus the warmth radiating from his body caused you to drift asleep and begin a more than PG-13 dream. You were outside in a swimsuit in the middle of summer, the heat in the air drawing you to the pool that you stood by. As you sit next to the pool prepared to hop in, you jump slightly at the sudden presence of two hands placed on your upper thighs, one of which is a cold metal hand. You look up from your thighs to look into the face of the owner of the hands, which was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“Come on, Y/N, what are you waiting for?” He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into the pull and then pull at the ties keeping your neon pink bathing suit bottoms on your body. Once removed, he pulls them from the pool and tosses them to the side, then uses his mechanical hand to pull your left leg up to his waist, allowing his other hand to graze your pussy. Before anything could happen in your dream, you let out an audible moan that wakes you up, causing you to begin to breathe deeply and your heart rate to increase. You look at your phone on the coffee table, noticing that you were only asleep for no more than 15 minutes. “Hey, are you alright?” Bucky places a hand on your leg, closer to your knee, you just give him a smirk.

“I’m fine.” You get closer to his ear, lacing your fingers through his hair again. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You get up from the couch and head over to the hallway entrance to your room, stopping at the archway and turning to look at Bucky, leaning against the wall. “ You know I'm flirting with you, right, James?”You slyly smirk at his slow nod and then strut into your room, quickly hopping into your bed and making the prompt decision to remove your shirt, displaying your simple black bra with lace detailing. A minute rolls by and there is still no sign of Bucky, so you get up and make your way back to the archway. “Well….don’t keep me waiting.” Your words and the sight of your partially naked body breaks Bucky’s concentration on your previous words and causes him to swiftly make his way over to you, picking you up and flinging you over his shoulder, taking you to your room prepared to have you make noises that will definitely wake Sam up and keep him awake, along with the rest of the block.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x black!reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x black!reader #james barnes x black!reader #the winter solider imagine #winter soldier x reader #sam wilson

[yuvon-writes-letters]

[Right on the top of the letter is a sighing girl drawn]

I really thought I could rest a few days before leaving. Like last time, ya know? I could've been more prepared. Didn't even get the call yet.

But I guess you're right. Exactly when you figured it out Jake did, too. (With a little bit help of goldie. They sent him the Tumblr conversation. The whole conversation. Without any comment.)

So yeah, either the MWAF knows where I work or (and that is a scary thought) even is there somehow sometimes.

Jake wanted me to promise to not go back there, but I couldn't. At least not for now. I want to go back there once, for now I shouldn't be in danger. At least not if he goes the same way as last time.

I should get a call from him later that day. And tomorrow I should find the raven note on my desk (after my lunch break). Later that day I saw the first time a guy with a mask. Then again the morning after I took the picture I sent TSB.

And that same evening I started hiding.

So I thought I still had some time...But it seems that isn't the case.

I would love to take Max, even though he can be a real asshole sometimes, but I don't believe that is clever. [The writing becomes shaky, almost unreadable to the end of the sentence]

I don't know anything anymore, just that I don't want all of this to happen again...

[Here are many ink blots, as if a pen was thrown on the paper]

Sorry..Sorry about that. My door bell started ringing. Surprise surprise, my idiot of a cousin. (I still love him though. Even if I'll never forgive him that he stole designs of me. Urgh. Sorry, nervous.)

He thought I acted weird when we texted earlier and my boss wanted him to check up on me.

What does a nervous little fox Liska do? (Little fox is a nickname he gave me when we were little xD I somtimes start using it when we're both in a weird situation)

He almost called the police, thinking I was in some weird 'abusive relationship' with, and I quite, "this Jake asshole".

It seems someone wrote him a text. An unknown number.

I already texted Jake about that..Any my guess is that the MWAF realised that he couldn't hack Jake anymore. So he tries different ways.

But it's fine now, I think I could convince him that everyone was okay. Even though now I have to take vacation with him. He wants to go tomorrow afternoon if I don't want him to call my parents. Why? That if I'm lying I'm not in danger anymore.

I mean, he's not fully wrong. Just that he doesn't have the facts right. (Which he couldn't. I'm still surprised that me being a suspect of kidnapping Hannah or helping a wanted hacker didn't go beyond Duskwood. But that's good.)

Oh and also, Jake just answered, he thinks it's good if I just go with Max in the moment. I think he stalked his Facebook profile. (Max did taekwondo for many years. Facebook tells his story)

But yeah, I am very sorry if this is an unsorted letter, not much happened and still many unsaid thoughts crossed my mind.

Liska🐾🔥

Ps. Also Jake wants me to thank the both of you for taking care of me when he couldn't. And still doing it.

And that I say that he's still not pleased with my decision to go to work tomorrow.

Lis,

So, Goldie's really taking more of an active role, now. I sort of thought they were finished until we massively fuck up again, but I guess they just don't want us to ask them questions or something. Interesting.

I wonder if that means the TSB timeline is still continuing

So the raven note on your desk comes tomorrow? I really wouldn't assume you're safe 'til then, but I guess if your Jake can't convince you, no one can XD

Still. Maybe now-ish would be a good time to take a long trip somewhere sunny. And crowded. Preferably with as many people as possible, who will notice if you go missing.

This is not going to happen again. We have several Jakes and two fairly smart people plus me helping you, PLUS an entity on your side, PLUS the advantage of knowing AND HAVING DOCUMENTATION on exactly how the previous timeline went. All we have to do is figure out a place you'll be safe, and bam, we're done.

...That's a pretty good opportunity, honestly. I agree with your Jake, you should go with your cousin. Though I'm curious what exactly the MWAF said to your cousin that convinced him that you were in danger. You might want to make sure that, a., the MWAF didn't suggest a location and you're not going there, b., your cousin turns off GPS tracking on his phone or just leaves it at home, and c., that your cousin doesn't post pictures of you on social media wherever you go.

Don't worry about the letter not being neat and stuff, I don't care too much about that. As long as

One sec Jessys texting me

Nothing important, she's still trying to test if I've been kidnapped or not without saying it outright. I lost my train of thought from earlier. Oh well.

You're welcome, Jake :) And I definitely emphasize with you on that one -_-

Passing the letter over to my Jake now.

(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hello, Lis.

Your workplace is very clearly an unsafe environment, but upon reflection and having read ahead and read Max's offer, I believe you actually should go into work, at least for the day. It will give less of our cards away to the enemy. However, do be vigilant. We know that our actions have already changed the timeline to at least some extent, the breadth of which is still unclear.

I am not entirely sure what the kidnapper would gain from having your cousin watching carefully over you in the window of time the kidnapper would have taken to track you down, however. Could it be possible that Goldie was the one to send your cousin the message, rather than the kidnapper?

I concur with Yuvon that the previous timeline's events will not repeat, however, for the exact same reasons she listed, though I will edit it slightly: we have three Jakes and three intelligent people working on the case, including Yuvon. I think I may need to speak with her about this.

Most of the advice I would have given about precautions for the vacation with your cousin has already been covered by Yuvon :)

You are welcome, Jake.

I noticed that in my agitation from your last letter, I accidentally skimmed over some key points. My apologies. I'll answer them now.

I will attempt to find a good point to bring up the matter with her, but she is busy enough trying to mitigate the concerns of the "Crow Crew" that I do not think that should be done at the current moment.

While I am... fond of the "underlying desire" theory, I do not, on reflection, believe it. The fact that she would subconsciously choose me, rather than a family member or a friend she has known longer than myself, seems unlikely. Especially not when she had been quite incensed at me very, very recently. It simply makes no sense.

Though, admittedly, if the situation was reversed, she would likely be

The stasis wavering is both good and bad news. It has been both a benefit and a detriment thus far. Ensure that the group does not draw the kidnapper's ire instead, without alerting them that you are in danger, should they break loose of the stasis alone. Until then, based on the results from Yuvon previously contacting them, I suggest you avoid contact unless they open communication first.

Good luck, Lis and Jake.

—Jake & Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)

#duskwood letter game #yuvon writes letters #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake #lis

[heartfucksmouth]

Mom's result was negative.

So all of our tests were negative, all from different testing sites (therefore I'm assuming different labs?) but me and mom both feel sick now. Today is 17 days from known exposure. Does that even make sense as a timeline? Our quarantines are up but *now* we are sick? That's why I'm not sure its covid.

My symptoms keep happening on and off? I'll have a fever and sore throat and feel terrible, then I'll sleep/rest for a day and feel a lot better. Then I do too much around the house and the next day I feel worse again and get a fever again. I felt okay today but then I had to run around and do too much cleaning (I was super stressed bc mom feels so sick) and I know I'm hitting a wall. I wont be surprised if I wake up feeling like shit again.

Mom has a bad cough and a sore throat. No fever though. I've made her a bunch of tea and I gave her electrolyte water. We're masking in the house still and we've made sure to stay in separate rooms as much as possible. I'm so thankful she got her albuterol for her nebulizer before this so she can stay on top of her treatments. Fuck.

I've cleaned so much and washed my hands so much today that they were the driest they have ever been. I couldnt stop wiping shit down after I touched it and just in general and I was like "I am going to have a fucking phobia of germs after this, I swear" feels bad, man. I keep freaking out about our toothbrushes being too close together.

I dont have the energy as it were to do all this cleaning and then me obsessing over dishes harboring germs and wanting to do extra laundry like washing my scarf and my coat and shit... it's getting bad. I know its bc I'm trying to control something. Like if I can just get everything clean enough it will somehow make my mom un-sick.

I hate this so much. I just wanna know if we have it or not. I just wanna know if its JUST a fucking cold. I feel paralyzed and like everything I do is wrong. Like I'm contaminated and like I'm contaminating the world if I go out in it. But we need groceries and i cant afford to order delivery bc the only store near here is pricey and then delivery is even more expensive on top of it.

I don't even feel like I can talk about this stuff with anyone anymore. I feel really alone again and like nobody understands how much this is bothering me. Or, rather, they probably do understand - but what can they possibly say? There isnt anything to say and theres even less they can do.

I just want people to fucking wear masks and stay the fuck home. I want this pandemic to be over. I want this government to be done with. I want everything to be fucking different.

I want to feel safe.

#personal #covid19

[soft-icha-icha]

The Hokage’s Niece: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Description: Tsunade's niece has just arrived to the leaf village and is already making big impressions on the people. After being in a completely different village all of her life, she was able to come back after her Aunt Tsunade became Hokage. The only condition she was asked of to return back home is to train as a ninja and help protect the village. To help her train, she's assigned to Team Seven and starts making friends, doing teenage things which may or not include having a schoolgirl crush on her sensei.

Info: Kakashi is about 22 years old here, you will be 18 years old. This does take place during shippuden so the other characters like naruto, sasuke, and Sakura will be 17 years old. This will contain sexual content (student & teacher), violence and swearing. That is all.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Chapter One: Stranger Walking the Streets

Exhausted.

Sweaty.

Feet hurt.

I was so close to arriving at the village, but my whole body ached. Maybe I should take a quick break, I can't handle having anymore sweat get caught in my eyes, that burns! After making my decision, I quickly head to my right to the big tree with a lot of shade to offer. I nearly cried at how cool and refreshing getting under the tree was, I made the right choice, any longer and surely I would've passed out.

I slowly inhale and exhale as I let my body cool down, even with minimal clothing couldn't battle this heat. I really should have taken up aunt Tsunade's offer, maybe having someone escort me wouldn't have been so bad. But too bad me and my pride got in the way after imagining being paraded into the village, and letting it be known I was Lady Hokage's niece. I'd probably be painted as a spoiled brat. I would hate to be only known as the Hokage's niece and having nothing more to my name. My stomach growled as I lamented over the scenarios I imagined when arriving to the village, the leaf village that is. Might as well eat my lunch that I was saving, it sure as heck sounds delicious.

I grab my backpack, and open it to find the container that I put my food in, I decided to pack myself some riceball, and luckily I wasn't dumb enough to not forget to put an ice pack to keep it cool. I slowly take out the items, I had my rice balls, and my drink, both sure to satisfy me of my hunger and thirst. I only packed three rice balls, but I'm sure they were enough to keep me tamed for a while, and I can always get more food at the village restaurants.

As I was taking time to eat my food, I heard some the leaves in the tree rustle and see the birds fly away in the distance. I wonder what that's about? I continued to munch on my rice ball, enjoying the afternoon in the cool shade as I suddenly heard clashing nearby. I'm going to hope that what I'm imagining isn't actually going down. Whatever it may be, I wasn't going to stay and stick around to find out. I quickly pack up my things, and leave out my riceball to eat while running away from here. With a piece of rice ball in my mouth, and me sprinting as fast as I can, I hardly pay attention to my surroundings as I hear the clashing die down.

I looked back at where the noise was coming from originally, that must have been a fight going on. Thank God I got out of there when I did, I chuckled to myself, that would've been bad if I was caught up in that mess. I wince when I felt myself hit something, damn, I must have run into a tree were my initial thoughts. Laying on my butt and rubbing my head and shoulder as they were in pain, it took me a minute to register what happened as I couldn't focus.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing here?" I hear a very deep and ruff voice say. I guess I spoke way too soon, and reacted way too late.

Before I knew it, the man grabbed my arm and pulled me up so fast that I couldn't even catch a glimpse of his face. He put his arms around my waist, making sure to not leave my arms unattended, I struggled against him but he was too strong, I didn't stand a chance. I wouldn't even be in this position if I were a ninja, and hopefully my training at the leaf village will help me. That is if I even survive this disaster, I thought to myself. I looked down at his legs and noticed the belt of weapons he had around his thighs. This man was a ninja himself, and did not come here with good intentions. Crap, what am I suppose to do? I can't fight him—hell, I can't even get out of his grip! I was helpless, you wished that someone would come to your rescue and hopefully this guy's opponent was still around.

I started to scream for help, as the man forgot to cover my mouth, he tried to keep my quiet but my screams got louder, no way I wasn't going to at least try. I kept screaming for the life of me and thrashing myself around to add to the noise from my screams. I beginning to lose my voice, getting desperate, I knew the man could hear my voice falter as he began to laugh to himself. I felt something fly past above my head, and hit at the man's shoulder. That stopped both my screaming and his laughter, he started groaning in pain. I quickly see what cause that, and notice a clean slice through his clothes at this shoulder, he was bleeding. Finally someone else was here.

"Who did that?! Come out!" The man demanded.

In the distance, I could see a glowing red eye? The person who threw the knife came out from the tree. As he slowly approached, I noticed his features. He had silver hair that literally looked as if it defied gravity, he was quite tall and had a mask covering half of his face, he screamed mysterious. I quickly took notice of his clothing, the symbol on his uniform caught my attention. He was from the leaf village! Which made me even more worried because we're in leaf village territory. What is he doing here fighting the ninjas of the village? He must be really bad. And here I was, being held by that same man who's most likely going to kill me.

"Let her go," said the gray-haired ninja, he never broke eye contact with the man.

I felt a chuckle come from the man's lips, and slowly put a knife towards my throat. He didn't answer the leaf ninja.

"I'm not going to tell you again! This is between you and me, leave her alone!" He yelled.

My kidnapper essentially responded back, "Why should I let such a pretty girl go? Besides, I'm quite more interested in her than play fighting with you."

His answer seemed to piss off the ninja even more. In a blink of an eye, I felt the man lose his grip on me as he groaned in pain, what just happened? He lowered the knife and proceeded to fall onto the ground. I didn't even see anything happen, he just seem to lose his stance and strength. I looked between the ninja and the man, the ninja was still in the same spot, he didn't even move. I noticed his red eye again, and it seemed to glow more than when I first noticed it. The ninja walked over to me, adjusting his headband to cover his eye. I stood there frozen as he approached.

"Well looks like I won't have to deal with him for while," he said. He the kicked the guy, he was out cold basically.

He noticed my lack of response, "Are you alright? Being in that type of situation is never fun."

"Yes, I think I'm alright. Thank you," I say finally finding my voice again.

I quickly dust myself off and get myself together. I run over to where my backpack is, thanking the Lord that I didn't lose it. My stomach growled even louder than before, almost being kidnapped sure makes you hungry. I sit down, put my backpack in my lap after retrieving my lunchbox, I had two rice balls left at least. I sigh over the fact that my first rice ball was done for once I felt the man grab me, making me toss it to the ground, I look over to the remaining pieces on the dirt. I hear footsteps approach me, and it startled me slightly but then I remembered the leaf ninja, I should probably thank him about a hundred times more for saving my life.

"Got any extras?" I look up and see him pointing at my lunch.

I nod slowly, and extending out my lunch box to give him my remaining rice ball. He takes it, and turns away to eat it. He probably didn't want to show his face to a stranger, understandable. We both eat our food in silence before I break it.

"Thank you again for saving me, I didn't stand a chance against him," I say.

"It's not a problem, I had some unresolved business with him anyway, he just gave me more of reason to kick his ass," he chuckled, and I could hear the slight munching of food coming from him.

"I'm assuming you're from the leaf village?" I ask, maybe he can show me the way there.

"You are correct, I was taking a stroll outside the village when I found him lurking around," the ninja says, gesturing his head to the man on the ground.

He finishes eating, pulls up his mask and turns to face me. As I look at him, even with the mask on, I can tell he's quite attractive. I wouldn't mind having a cute ninja escort to the leaf village.

"Is there any chance you can continue to be my knight in shining amor? I really need to get to the leaf village quickly," I teasingly ask.

The ninja looks visibly flustered as he was not expecting that, but he nodded in agreement.

"I was heading back there anyway." He starts beginning to walk away.

I pack my things, and put my backpack on. As I get up, I feel a sharp pain in my thigh. I wince and grab my leg, the ninja looks back at me worried. I look over at my leg, and see a cut there at the side. The man must have accidentally cut me when he fell down, and I probably didn't even notice since I was terrified and confused during the whole altercation. I put pressure on my thigh and the ninja softly touched my shoulder.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He questions.

"I think the guy cut me and I didn't even notice," I say in pain. I try to walk it off but I can barely walk.

The ninja stops me, and places me on his back, "Don't strain yourself, I'll take you back like this," he assured me.

I don't say anything in response but just wrap my arms around him, as he starts heading towards the village. I softly rest my head on his shoulders as he passes by the trees in the forest. It shouldn't be that long until we reach the village, especially since this silver-haired ninja is quite fast. He felt warm and cozy, so hopefully we didn't arrive too quickly.

                      .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The silence that fell upon was soon interrupted by the ninja speaking.

"You know, I'm quite curious... what's your name?," He asks me.

"Oh, it's (y/n). What's your name since we're asking questions now?"

"Kakashi Hatake, from the Leaf Village as you know," he said with a smile.

His first and last name had a nice ring to it. I liked it, I decided. I pulled myself closer to him as I felt myself slowly start to slip, as I did so he tightened his grip on me.

"Got anymore questions, Kakashi Hatake?." I hear a soft stifled laugh come from him.

"To be honest, I'm wondering why a girl like you is  going to the Leaf Village—" He quickly stops the words flowing from his mouth, probably noticing the flirtatious tone he had. "—You know for safety reasons, in case I have to fight you now instead of later."

"My family wants me to learn how to be a ninja," I sheepishly say.

It was a bit embarrassing that I was eighteen years old, when most beginner ninjas aren't even teenagers yet!

"Ninja, huh? So you're going to be training at the Leaf Village?," he questions.

"Yeah, I'm not sure how long the process takes but I hear that it's a long process."

"That you are quite right, it's rigorous. Sure you're up for it?" Kakashi asks me worryingly.

"Well sadly, I can't always have a cute silver-haired ninja randomly show up and save me all the time," I tease some more, and I see him face the other way. He was blushing I knew it!

"Who knows, maybe I can always be available for you," he teases back.

Now it was my turn to blush, I let out a quiet chuckle. I was not expecting him to flirt back.

"Maybe I would very much like that," I softly whispered in his ears.

Kakashi was going to respond to what I said before, he started slowing down and informed that we have arrived at the Leaf Village. He carefully puts me down, and we walk together as we approached the gates. I noticed two men guarding the place. They waved at Kakashi but soon had a confused look on their faces as they saw me.

"Who's the girl, Kakashi?" The one with a toothpick yelled out.

Kakashi sighed, clearly not wanting to answer but did anyway, "She's here to train."

They both nodded, and waved their hands to let us know we could pass the gates. I was soon greeted with how the Leaf Village looked like. There were a lot of shops, and I saw little kids running around playing, older people were taking strolls and shopping, and overall the atmosphere felt warm and cozy. It was very welcoming, you usually didn't feel this with every village, I was starting to like the village already. Although Kakashi and I didn't speak as we walked through the streets, I could tell he wanted to keep me in his presence and I felt the same way, he had this inviting feeling towards him.

We soon began to have small talk, and I noticed that people were staring at us. I'm not sure if I'm going crazy but maybe Kakashi is a big hot shot here in the village, I definitely wouldn't be surprised if he was, he seemed pretty amazing to me. But the stares, as the more I noticed it, the creepier it was. Maybe I should ask him.

"Kakashi, are people staring at us?" I bluntly ask.

"Yeah they are, they've been doing it since we've walked past the gates but I don't really mind," Kakashi says calmly, this clearly didn't affect him.

"Do you know why?"

"Probably because you're the first girl I've been seen with who's not been arrested," He answers.

"Oh." It was all I could say.

We still walk, and then it dawns on me, I'm suppose to meet up with Tsunade as soon as I got to the village. Shit! She's probably worried, I was already running late before I almost got kidnapped but she's most likely panicking inside if I don't show up anytime soon! I'm sure Kakashi wouldn't mind taking me to her.

"Um, Kakashi—" He looks at me. "—Is there any way you could bring me to Lady Hokage's office, I really need to see her."

"I was needing to head over there anyway, I need to fill out a report about that man we encountered outside the village," Kakashi explains.

Before I knew it, he's picking me up once again and is running by everyone. All I see are quick flashes of people's faces as they notice what Kakashi is doing. I wasn't expecting my first day at the village to be like this. I can smell food in the air as he passes by a ramen shop, and my stomach growls a bit. I hope he didn't hear that.

Soon enough, we're at the building where Tsunade is. He lets me down once again, and I give him a puzzled look about why he gave me another piggyback ride.

"Your cut." He points to the cut on my leg.

I forgot about that, I should probably get it checked out by Tsunade when I see her. At least it doesn't hurt as much as it did when we both noticed it.

"We should probably go together... since you know, you need to see her and so do I" Kakashi says quietly.

"I like that idea." I smile at him.

Kakashi softly blushes at that and so do I at his reaction. I wouldn't mind if he stuck around. We both began to walk inside. Hopefully Tsunade does not kick my ass for being late, or for being stupid enough to almost get kidnapped.

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Next chapter will be up on Friday (04/10) or earlier, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Word count: 2828

- korina

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