#and the fact that there Are two more books finished and out there is nicer than reading 50 chapters and having to stop bc it's unfinished

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— A GUIDEBOOK FOR SINNERS TURNED SAINTS

SUMMARY : dean uses the sexiest seduction methods to get laid when he keeps getting cockblocked by his gaming girlfriend

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : smut, fluff, angst?, dean being cute, gamer girlfriend problems, unprotected sex (dean wears condoms in the show, you should too), oral sex (f. receiving), filth, dean being really horny, reader being really horny, cowboy dean = cowboy kink, squirting, slow and possibly over-descriptive?, two people being insane for each other? >:)

WORD COUNT : 8.8k

A/N : title from a jamie’s elsewhere album. this fills the square for “first one to make a noise loses” on my @jacklesversebingo card. 

Today was a lazy day. In fact, the whole week was eventless in terms of monsters going out to eat people. Sam took the time to meet with Eileen, staying with her in a much nicer hotel than they were used to sleeping in. Dean and Y/n choose to stay in and enjoy having the Bunker all to themselves. 

For Dean, it meant eating junk food, sleeping in and sleeping late, binge watching shows and having movie marathons, checking up on the cars in the garage, cleaning everything but messing up Sam’s room. For Y/n that meant catching up on the latest season of her favourite video game, playing with and talking to random people to complete group missions and challenges, reading books she’s been meaning to finish, hanging out with Dean and doing whatever he wanted, trying new recipes, and reading the nerdiest articles just to know things.

It was the fourth day of their ‘vacation’, Y/n decided to play while Dean cooked as soon as she cleaned up the Bunker with him. Dean went to her room with a plate of food, the place where she once slept in became an activity room where she worked on her hobbies. Now having Dean’s room to sleep in, his drawers were filled with her socks, underwear, and bras. She wore his shirts as dresses instead of completely taking over his room, having to walk a short distance to get to her room where her clothes, trinkets, souvenirs, and more of her items remained.

“Hey, darlin’,” Dean smiled cutely at her.

“Hey, baby,” Y/n smiled up at him, turning her attention away from her game despite her screen turning red from the damage she was taking. “Oh, yummy,” she murmured, ogling him entering her room in just a pair of black boxers. He snorted at her. “Oh, yummy,” she repeated, this time eyeing the plate of waffles, whipped cream, and fruit--some of it cut into hearts. “Dean,” she giggled, accepting a slow kiss from him when he leaned down with puckered lips.

“What?” he murmured against her lips, smiling as he pulled away. “You died.” She turned away from him and shrugged when she saw the ‘revive’ button on her screen. 

“Thanks.” She smiled ignoring her game to admire him, kissing his cheek appreciatively. 

“For gettin’ you killed?” She laughed, raising a brow at him. 

“Getting shy about the heart-shaped fruits?” She asked, turning away from her computer by spinning her chair slightly to face him completely, and crossing her arms over her chest, staring at him dead in the eyes with a smirk. 

“Pff,” he sputtered, staring at the plate in his hands to avoid the cutely decorated plate in front of her and her teasing gaze, but an unmistakable blush brought colour to his ears and neck. She squinted her eyes at him when he turned back to her, her grin widening because she already knew he was bashful for having done something so cheesy. “Shuddup,” he said meekly, smiling with embarrassment.

“Uh-huh.” 

He turned away from her, avoiding her. She let him walk away, waiting for him to place his plate on her night stand before getting up to hug him from behind. “Hey,” she laughed, squeezing his waist with her arms.

“Leave me alone,” he laughed, wiggling in her arms until she let him go. 

She squeezed his ass playfully, and he stiffened, grabbing her hand--still laughing--and turned to face her. She was faster than him, tugging her arm towards herself so he’d stumble towards her, like a dance, she moved in a circle so his back faced the bed. “Hey!” He protested playfully, the breath getting knocked out of him from surprise when he fell into her bouncy bed. 

“Why’d you take off your clothes?” She asked, climbing up on top of him before he could even think about sitting up. His stomach clenched delightfully at the sight of her on top of him, holding his wrists above his head with her small hands. He bit his lip when her bare thighs brushed against the skin of his waist, his cock stirring in the soft cotton of his boxer briefs.

“I… Uh, it was hot in the kitchen,” he lied, his voice deeper than before, coated in desire. She tilted her head, a knowing smirk stretching across her lips.

“Because the kitchen started to heat up from your cooking? Or because you’ve got the nastiest, sluttiest imagination?” She murmured, leaning forward, brushing her lips against his. 

“Uh,” he paused, closing his eyes, waiting for a kiss that never came. He opened his eyes to look at what she was doing, flushing with embarrassment when she giggled at him. She released his wrists, resting her hands flat on his chest so she wouldn’t fall on top of him from her laughing fit. He grumbled friskily, large hands grasping her soft thighs to flip her over onto her back. She squealed, clinging to him as best as she could while laughing hard.

“Whoa,” she chuckled, wiping tears from her eyes. 

He was busy nibbling her ear, one of his hands pressing against the small of her back as she arched into him, their hips slotting together perfectly for her to feel how hard he was with only the flimsy material of their underwear. He held himself above her with one of his arms resting beside her head, tangling her hair in his fingers. She squirmed at the sensation of his hot breath against her neck and his teeth gently tickling her earlobe, both sensations distracting her from everything around her, including her game that had now kicked her off the map for inactivity. 

“Dean,” she whispered quietly, loosening her grip on the sheets to tease the waistband of his boxer briefs. 

He began to kiss her jaw instead, brushing his lips teasingly, slowly down her throat until she moved her head to the side to give him more access to her neck, to let him lick gently at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. He breathed her in, the softness of her perfume and the sweetness of her shampoo making him dizzy and weak. 

She rolled her hips up against his, encouraging him, her pussy tingling with lust, aching to be touched by him. An exhale shakily slipped past her parted lips. She could easily feel how hard he was through the thin layer of clothes between them, warmth spreading across her skin, her heart thumping loudly, the blood rushing through her body increasing the pleasure he was making her feel. 

She continued to move her hips against his, legs parted needily, her grip on his hips keeping her movements hard and steady. He grunted her name against her skin, the feeling of her rubbing herself against him making him needier. He moved his hand from her back to her hip, squeezing roughly. He could feel her sneaky hands slowly lowering his underwear, but he continued to lick at her skin, teeth sinking into her soft flesh, mouth suctioning hard until marks adorned her smooth skin. 

“You’re so soft, baby,” he murmured, moving away from her neck to venture down her body, lifting the black shirt up her body. “So warm,” he whispered, kissing the flesh above the waistband of her underwear. “I need you so bad,” he mumbled against her stomach.

“Then fuck me, Dean,” she replied breathily. 

He chuckled, trailing open mouthed kisses up her torso, biting and sucking to embellish her skin with possessive marks. He lifted the shirt higher, revealed the soft flesh of her breasts and her hardened nipples. She shivered, her skin prickling from the contrast of his warm breath and the cool air in the room.

“How bad do you want it, baby?” He asked with a smug smile, but he interrupted her by sucking her nipple into his mouth when she was going to speak; instead a strangled moan replaced her words. He grabbed her other breast in his large hand, squeezing it slowly, teasing the sensitive skin of her nipple with his thumb.

“Please,” she moaned, arching her back and slipping her fingers through his soft hair. He only moaned in response, swiping his tongue over her nipple, teeth scraping her flesh, almost painfully pinching her nipple in hopes that it would make her pull his hair. “Fuck, baby, I love your mouth,” she praised, tugging at his hair to bring him up for a kiss. 

“Want it?” He asked with a grin, blowing air over her saliva-coated nipple. “Want it on yours?” He teased, kissing his way across to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the other. “Or do you want me to keep it here?” He murmured, circling her nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucked on it gently. With both of her hands on him, she pulled the hair at the top of his head and dug her fingernails into his bicep, whining. “Want it somewhere else?” He asked, sliding both of his hands down her sides until he was holding her impatient hips still against the bed. His pinkies moved underneath her panties. “Like right here?” 

“Fuck, yes,” she whispered. 

A loud blaring alarm from Y/n’s phone interrupted him from pulling her underwear off. He looked back at the source with a scowl, but otherwise began to tug her underwear down. She slowly sat up anyway, confused by the alarm she had no memory of setting. Dean ignored the alarm, slapping her thigh so she’d part her legs again and lay down, but she was deep in thought, attempting to remember the reason she’d set the alarm, her face pinched in concentration. 

“Oh… shit,” she scrambled up off the bed suddenly, lifting her underwear back in place. Just like that, the need for him to take her dissipated. His mouth fell open in disbelief, perceiving her sudden regained interest in returning to her game.  

“Babe,” he scoffed, “seriously?” She looked back at him, immediately apologetic. 

“I’m… sorry, D,” she chuckled, “I forgot I’d promised to help with this raid. Raincheck?” She bit her lip, shaking her leg even as she stood. 

“How ‘bout you put a raincheck on that and come back to bed with me?” He suggested, but there wasn’t much confidence in his voice or his words.

“Dean,” she started, turning away from him to set up her mic and headset. He groaned, falling back into the bed. “Eat your breakfast and I swear I’ll make it up to you,” she offered, still with her back facing him. He sat up and glared at her, then smiled innocently when she turned back to raise a brow at his silence. “Don’t look at me like that!” She pouted, his lips parted and he was ready to argue. “Don’t lie to me! I know you,” she cut him off, turning away and sitting back in her seat with an exaggerated huff.

“Cockblock,” he murmured, playfully.

“Shut up,” she retorted, smiling. 

Dean groaned, long and childish, before doing as she told him to do. He peeked over her chair to watch her play and grumbled begrudging words under his breath when she laughed at something one of her teammates said. He whined loudly again and she turned back just to raise a brow at him.

“I’m gonna make you pay,” he mouthed to her. She squinted her eyes and shook her head, turning her attention back on the game. Dean opened the laptop on the bed and dug into his food halfheartedly, looking for something to watch with no interest in actually finding something.

Occasionally, Dean would glance up from his plate to see that Y/n’s character was standing still behind a building while she ate, then she’d stop eating to move her character or to shoot at someone that was about to kill her. He wondered how long it would take for her to get the raid done, hell, he even considered learning how to play just to be with her. 

Dean waited for half an hour before shutting his laptop and placing it on the nightstand. He stared boredly as Y/n planned out the next encounter and what each person had to do to succeed. He sighed and took his plate, checking Y/n’s desk for hers, which was also empty. Dean pressed a kiss to the top of her head before making his way out of her room.

Dean busied himself with washing the dishes, making sure to do it slowly, but it only gave his mind the chance to go to the gutter. 

He remembered a few times when he’d licked whipped cream off her naked body, or when she’d licked honey off his. It was like his mind was working against him, forcing him to relive the way she tasted, the way she felt so soft beneath him, how hot she looked when she rode him, all of their trysts swam around his head, even the daring things they’d done suddenly came to the front of his mind.

Like that time Sam went on a hunt with Eileen and Dean had decided to walk around naked for the whole week. The amount of times he fucked Y/n was legendary, especially the locations they chose. Including right where he was currently washing the dishes. It was the first day he’d decided to go nude, she was washing the dishes from the previous night and he snuck up behind her with his face buried in her neck.

She’d reached behind to playfully smack his ass the way she always did, but was stunned by the feeling of skin. She’d laughed for while and he joked back before grasping her hips, tugging her pink underwear down her legs to stop at her knees, and fucking her. It was domestic, that turned him on the most, remembering her with her hair messy morning hair--sex-hair, really, because they’d fucked the previous night. She was just in his flannel and she looked hot, the way she always did, beautiful. He vividly remembers the way his cum had dripped down her thighs when he pulled out of her.  

He moaned softly at the memory, the sound coming out almost whiny. 

What was that sex they had the previous night? Well, it was the reason she was washing dishes that morning. He’d gotten up in the middle of the night to snack on something because he got hungry and as he cleaned up, using only a small lamp to see the kitchen, she’d snuck up on him. 

He got scared, when she stood still at the entrance of the kitchen just in his robe. Then he laughed when she moved and came into the light, and just like the next morning, she joked back, then he lifted her up on the metal counter, opening the robe to see her wearing nothing, and he fucked her while staring deeply into her sleepy eyes as she clung to him. His robe caught all the cum that spilled out of her and she put it in the washing machine, despite his protests. 

He licked his lips at these memories, feeling uncomfortably hot, with his cock hard again. 

Sam always scolded Dean for his seemingly high libido, and Dean usually brushed it off because he didn’t always get laid. When they went on hunts, it was hard to find someone willing to have sex with no strings attached. Even before Y/n, it was just an occasional thing, when he saved the girl--if the occasion happened to arise, which it rarely did because he had to be safe about who he was taking to bed.

It was all very complicated. Sex and hunting. 

It wasn’t complicated now. 

Dean had what he liked to call ‘a healthy appetite for his woman’. It made Y/n laugh, but Sam would grimace, and Cas would squint his eyes and tilt his head in confusion. 

Finding the Bunker only intensified his ‘appetite’. And being alone with her in the Bunker made his appetite more intense, all-consuming.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered, finishing up with the dishes a little faster. He wanted to find something to do that would take his mind off things. He made a list in his head of things he could do: clean the inside of the Impala, change the oil, shower or take a bath, organise his room.

All that sounded boring enough to him, distracting enough to at least get rid of the raging boner he was sporting. He felt like a teenager again. He shook his head, drying his wet hands with a towel, double checking that the dishes were dry and clean. He grabbed the towel, letting a bit of water trickle over it to dampen it, before walking to his room.

He organised the dozens of papers he had strewn across his desk, fixed the photo of him with his mom, and cleaned away the dust trapped in the crooks and crannies with a partially wet towel he brought from the kitchen. He organised the contents inside the draws, placing the phones neatly in the back, making sure everything was in its own spot so it was evenly levelled. 

He went around his room, cleaning the wooden surfaces, organising papers and books into their correct spots. For some reason, Y/n was looking at his porn last night, she mostly giggled while flipping through the magazines. She left that on the green couch.

They’d christened that, too, when he first dragged it to his room. It was pretty small, but perfect for when she was on top and he had his face buried in her chest, leaving her skin warm and damp with his breath, moaning as she bounced on his lap. He should’ve known better than to expect cleaning his room to get his mind off sex.

He picked up the flannel he’d left on the chairs and over the couch, smelling them to check if they needed to be washed. He smiled when he picked up her scent instead of his in the warm cotton of his clothes. He put some of their coats on the little hooks on the wall, checking that they were clear of stains and adding them to the pile of dirty clothes that was growing on the floor by his bed. 

He checked every drawer for unnecessary items, like old candy wrappers and receipts, only throwing out the ones that weren’t associated with some good memories. Then, he fixed the contents that did belong there. 

He checked under the tables, the chairs, the couch, and his bed for lost items. He found some of Y/n’s underwear and some boring black socks. He unfortunately came across the two large boxes, one filled with sex toys and the other filled with pornographic photos of him and Y/n. He was so tempted to look through them, but resisted and decided to throw out the mouldy burger he kept in his room.

He cleaned out the cupboard over the sink in his room, throwing out expired medication.

He had so much stuff in his room, but he got it all cleaned up and organised eventually. 

He grabbed the dirty clothes off the floor and walked to where the washing machine and dryer were, shoving the matching clothes together into the washer and separating everything into piles along the floor. As it washed, he went to the garage to clean up his Baby and change the oil.

He went back and forth, between taking the clothes in and out of the washer, in and out of the dryer, and then to the garage until the Impala was completely clean inside, the weaponry was organised in the trunk, and the changed the oil, which got him a bit dirty. But it was his plan to shower or bathe eventually before heading back to check if Y/n had finished the raid yet.

He knew Baby would lead to some lewd memories, too. Old memories of when they had to make do in his car because they were impatient, but mostly to avoid Sam’s disgust in the times before they found the Bunker. All three of them had to share and it was a hassle having to be quick when Sam went out, while they showered, or when Sam finally fell asleep, having to be quiet. It was hard for Dean to be quiet.

Dean glared down at his erection for appearing again and cleaned up the mess he left behind to finally get cleaned. A cold shower was overdue to shock his body and to get his brain to focus on something else, literally, anything else besides how badly he wanted to sink into his girlfriend’s warmth, with her smooth legs wrapped around his waist, listening to the glorious sounds she makes, and watching how utterly enraptured she looks.

He groaned with annoyance and quickly washed his hands when he got to his room to get some clean clothes without staining it. He was about to walk out, but stopped at the door, considering one method of seduction that he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. 

He grinned and searched his room for the cowboy get-up she loved for him to wear--especially when they roleplayed. It was bound to make her forget all about that game she was so obsessed with. He chuckled and immediately wasted no time to get to the shower, cleaning and scrubbing off grease from his hands and chest, washing his hair and imagining what technique he’d use once he entered her room.

He dried himself off quickly once he stepped out of the shower, messily moving the towel over his hair until it was sticking up in all directions, almost completely dry. He changed first, very neatly flattened the white dress shirt over his chest, tucking it into his black slacks, neatly arranging the bolo tie, and stepping into some cowboy boots. He styled his hair neatly now that it was dryer, using gel to hold some of it in place, and finally--dorkily, he grabbed the beige cowboy hat and placed it gently on his head.

He checked the time on his watch, amazed to see just how much time it took for him to get everything cleaned up properly. 

He hoped going back to his room to brush his teeth would give her enough time to finish up the raid. He was just stalling. He had no idea why he was getting nervous all of the sudden. They’d done things like this a thousand times before, sometimes he’d do it shamelessly with people around.

He started to second-guess everything once he got to the hallway leading up to her room. He stopped a few feet away from her door with his hands on his hips, he mumbled reassurances to himself. His heart excitedly thudded in his chest and he was already feeling a blush crawl up his face, bruning his ears and neck. 

He steeled himself up, trying to be casual as he got closer and closer, letting out a heavy, shaky breath that puffed up his pink cheeks. He stepped into the room as if a gust of cold wind would greet him, but she was still focused on the game, the headset was abandoned on her desk, and she was in the strangest position ever. 

She was lazily slouched in her seat, but looked amused as her fingers expertly moved across the keyboard, her wrist snapping sharply over the mouse to aim perfectly at her target. Had he not been impatient and irritatingly aroused, Dean would praise her skills and maybe stare for a bit longer because it was really hot. 

“Wh…” She paused, when she saw him in her peripheral vision, now dressed, but not in the usual flannel and jeans. “What’s… up?” She asked slowly, bewildered, once she turned her head to get a good look at him.

“Nothin’,” Dean replied quickly, shrugging nonchalantly and stepping closer to her. She smiled deviously and his stomach flipped watching her lean back in the chair, completely abandoning her game. 

“Nothin’?” She repeated with a chuckle, “then why are you dressed up?” She blinked up at him expectantly, even turning her whole chair in his direction, rolling forward until she was half a foot away from him.

“Uh, I’m bored,” he shrugged again, then reached behind his neck to rub it. 

“Uh-huh,” she smirked, eyeing him from head to toe. His blush deepened, his confidence faltering when she bit her lip libidinously at the sight of him. 

“So, it’s got nothin’ to do with this?” She asked, but before he could ask her what she was talking about, she hooked her fingers into his belt loops and tugged him forward. He swallowed to bring moisture back into his dry throat, staring into her eyes, captivated by her boldness when she brushed two of her fingers down the seam of his zipper where his cock was straining against. 

“Fuck,” he rasped, breath hitching, staring into her eyes while she continued to tease him. She smirked at the stuttered breaths he took. She could clearly feel how hard he was beneath her small hand, making her pussy clench around nothing. Wetness began to dampen her underwear when his breaths came out heavy and aroused, her name slipping from his lips breathlessly. She cupped him in her hand, gently and apologetically squeezing him through the soft material of his black slacks. “Please, baby,” he begged breathily, closing his eyes. He bit his lip, felt his face and entire body flare up with desire to be fucked. 

“I gotta finish this first,” she laughed playfully. His eyes snapped open and he whined, a sound that bubbled up his throat involuntarily, but it sounded so hot, Y/n nearly considered abandoning her game--mid-mission. Instead, she cleared her throat and squeezed her thighs together to stop the pulsing of her clit, giving his ass a proper smack that made him jerk forward slightly, knees hitting her chair.

“You’ve been playin’ for hours,” he whined. 

She automatically smirked when he pouted, his bottom lip swollen from having been bitten by his sharp teeth. She was about to argue that she hadn’t as she checked her phone for the time, but was shocked to see it had already been four hours since she’d started playing. Somehow, it felt like she barely got anything done in the game. 

Interrupting her thoughts and excuses, he leaned forward with his hand flat on her desk to hover over her. Her head snapped back in his direction and she swallowed at his proximity, her eyes immediately drawn to his pillowy pink lips, her legs practically spreading apart involuntarily when he teased the inside of her warm, bare thigh with his knuckles. 

She straightened up in her seat, tightly holding the arm rests of her gaming chair when he cupped her pussy the same way she had cupped him just minutes before.

“Fuck me,” he whispered enticingly, sliding his fingers up her covered pussy, teasingly pressing his fingers into her soaked entrance and her throbbing clit. She clenched her thighs together, stopping him from repeating that manoeuvre, but he still managed to brush one of his fingers over her clit repeatedly. 

“Later,” she moaned, grasping his wrist and tugging it out from between her legs. 

“But you’re so wet,” he complained, dropping down to his knees between her legs. She squirmed in her seat, blushing with lust, letting him grab the back of her knees to place her legs over his shoulders. He gripped her hips and moved her forward until her cunt was right in front of his face and he kissed her pelvis, then quickly licked her clit over her underwear. 

“Oh… shit,” she whispered, feeling a new wave of wetness that left her more soaked than she was seconds before. He hooked his forefinger under her underwear, pulling upwards to tease her clit with the soft fabric. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, missing the triumphant sparkle in his eyes.

“Please,” he whispered, loving the way she pulled him forward with her calves against his back, her toes curling in the teal and yellow giraffe socks he got for her two weeks ago. “Is that a ‘yes’?” He asked smugly when she brought her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his breath fanning over her soaked underwear, his mouth salivating at the sight of her wetness darkening the cotton. 

“Yes, Dean,” she laughed softly.

He hummed softly, moving her underwear to the side to flick her clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue. Holding her underwear to the side with his thumb, he looked up at her through his thick lashes as he started to go down on her, catching her clouded gaze. 

She played with the short hairs at the back of his head, biting her lip in amusement.

“What?” He asked, leaning forward to flatten his tongue over her clit, coating it in his saliva. She waited for a while, appreciating the sight of his pretty face shoved between her legs and the way he licked at her clit.

“I love you,” she murmured. He hummed softly in response, gently sucking on her clit, circling an arm around her hips when she arched her back and moaned. 

“I know,” he teased, pulling away momentarily to lap at her dripping entrance. “You love my mouth,” he quipped, his tongue pushing through the spasming walls of her pussy. He pushed his face completely against her cunt, his nose teasing her clit, moaning softly when she squeezed his tongue once it slipped as deep as he could push it inside her. 

“That too,” she agreed with laughter in her otherwise breathless voice. She tipped the hat on his head back slightly, exposing him to her again. “Among other things,” she added quietly. Another hum moved through her and her thighs twitched in response to the vibrations it created on her pussy. 

He closed his eyes, wiggling his tongue inside her before pulling out and tracing her labia, leaving traces of his saliva behind. He left open mouthed kisses on her sex, his eyes fluttering open attractively, gazing up at her to see how she was doing.

“G.... Dean…” she gasped, longing for more, “please.” 

“You made me wait,” he countered, leaning back to pull her legs off his shoulders. 

“What? Are you mad?” She teased with a stunned laugh as he grabbed the seam of her socks to slide them off her feet. He gave her a deadpan look in response, but tugged her underwear off nonetheless. 

“No,” he replied eventually, dangling her ruined underwear in front of her. “I’ve got my face buried in this sweet pussy of yours,” he smirked. Her stomach clenched with desire and her breath got caught in her chest the way the words sounded so hot coming out of his mouth. She snatched her underwear away from him, blushing, and threw them across the room. 

He ignored it, eyes fixed between her legs. 

“Look at how wet you are for me, darlin’, practically dripping,” he chuckled deeply, slapping her clit with three fingers. 

She jolted in surprise, “fuck.” 

“I’ve got other stuff in mind,” he dismissed, standing up to twirl her chair slightly, so the back of it hit her desk, stopping it from moving around too much. He grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing and tugged it upwards, letting her take it off the rest of the way, just for her to throw it behind her. It ended up draped over her monitor. 

“Like what?” She asked curiously, eyes glued on him as he walked towards the bed to grab the pillow to place it in front of her. He dropped down on it, shifting on his knees to test the way it felt beneath him. She regained his attention by tapping his nose with her forefinger. He scrunched it up adorably, took her hand in his and gave her fingertips a little kiss. She smiled down at him and watched him stand on his knees, leaning forward with two fingers under her chin. 

“Have I fucked you in this chair?” He wondered out loud, pecking her lips as she replied with a ‘no’. She smiled, closing her eyes, holding onto the lapels of his black suit to steady herself. His nose brushed against hers, teasing her lips with his soft breath. “Have I fingered you in it? Or eaten you out?” He kissed her in between each question, dropping his hand from her chin to knead her thighs. 

“No,” she whispered, her body tingling pleasantly, vibrating with longing. 

He hummed softly, easily pushing his tongue past her lips, and lifted her thighs to position them over the armrests of her chair. She moaned softly, tasting the fresh mint of toothpaste on his tongue. She slid her hands up his chest, into his soft hair to carefully tug at the short strands without disturbing the hat at the top of his head. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, vaguely aware of his fingertips brushing along the inside of her thigh.

He popped his thumb into his mouth, covering it in spit before pressing his fingers against her skin as he reached to find her clit between her damp folds with his thumb. Her stomach twisted, aching for more, but she accepted what he gave her, relishing in the gentle touches to her cunt, in the way he kissed her breath away, slowly sucking her tongue, and heatedly licking into her mouth. 

His wet thumb moved over her clit, rubbing up and down languidly, then in circles while her walls squeezed around nothing. She moaned into his mouth needily, withdrawing her tongue from within his mouth to suck and bite at his plump, bottom lip. He smiled and circled two fingers around her entrance, gathering the wetness that made her folds glisten. 

“Holy--” she gasped suddenly, pulling away from his mouth when he subsequently pushed a finger into her. He used one of his arms to push her thigh against the armrest, keeping her fairly still. 

“There ain’t nothin’ holy ‘bout what I wanna do to you, sweetheart,” he murmured, dropping wet kisses over her chest. He smirked against her cleavage when her pussy squeezed his finger in return, so he pushed another one into her. Slowly, he stretched her open, the burn of his thick fingers, the way he pushed them deeper and deeper until his knuckles stopped him turned her on more and more. 

He stopped kissing her breasts, licking his lips when he gave her a quick glance from under the rim of his cowboy hat. He tipped his chin downward to watch her stretch around his fingers, his cock now painfully hard. When he brought his fingers out slightly, they reappeared drenched in her arousal, making it easier for him to scissor them back into her. He bit his lip roughly, listening only to her broken breaths, faintly aware of her rigid grip on his forearms.

She squirmed restlessly in the chair, her clit aching for attention. 

He curled his fingers inside her, pressing into her and stroking her inner walls so she could feel the sparks of her impending orgasm. He shifted his arm against her thigh to hold her hip in a rather harsh squeeze that she found more pleasurable than uncomfortable. 

“Touch your tits, babe,” he instructed, leaning forward so the edge of his cowboy hat teased her skin, depositing little kisses down her stomach to take her clit between his lips once again. She cried out softly, hands cupping her breasts, on her way to pinch her nipples and roll them between her fingers. Her hips bucked against Dean’s strong hold so he gave her the freedom to move as much as she wanted.

He licked ravenously at her clit, drawing circles on and around it, and simultaneously, he pushed a third finger into her. He let her roll her hips up, following her lead as he sucked and expertly caressed her clit with his tongue. 

“Dean,” she mewled. He grinned against her pussy, moaning in acknowledgment, speeding up the thrust of his fingers, delighting in the obscene squelch of her cunt each time he pushed them into her. 

Her back arched further and her head fell back against the chair as her orgasm approached. He continued sucking her clit earnestly, his nose pressed against her silky skin, grunting the instant her pussy throbbed around all three of his fingers. He moved his arm to wrap around her hips, pressing her closer to his mouth, covetously squeezing her flesh to enhance the pleasure she felt from her orgasm. 

“Oh… fuck… yes,” she gasped, pushing her hips closer to his drooling mouth, teetering on the edge of never ending pleasure. One of her hands released her breast to press against the back of his neck, holding his face impossibly close to her pussy. Her free thigh found its way back over his shoulder as powerful pulses of pleasure made her body shake and shudder. 

“Dean,” she praised passionately, followed by a few, more desperate whispers of his name and drawn-out curse words that ended only when she was coming down her high. 

Dean carefully pulled his fingers out of her, abandoning her sensitive clit to look up at her whilst she caught her breath, her heartbeat slowing down. He licked his swollen, wet lips, smiling at the sight of her glowing and blissed out semblance. 

He murmured her name and kissed her across her hips, massaging the thigh she had placed over his shoulder. He splayed his hand across her back and kissed his way back down to lick her clean, murmuring adorations against her skin. She hummed fondly, eyes slowly fluttering open to gaze at her lover.

“Are you gonna remember how I made you cum in this chair?” He jested quietly, then rubbed his fingers together, playing with her cum. He popped his fingers into his watering mouth, pretty, green eyes now staring up into hers. 

She laughed and nodded, biting her lip. 

“Awesome,” he grinned, standing up weakly to stretch. 

She straightened up in her chair, beholding him and all the effort he put into seducing her. She nibbled on her lip, letting him stretch and relax before getting up and practically jumping him.

“You’re awesome,” she murmured, bringing him down for a passionate kiss. He moaned in surprise, brows rising before he relaxed into the rapturous kiss. Her nimble fingers worked on quickly unbuttoning his shirt, moving forward with him so he got closer to the bed. 

She pulled away, tongue sliding along her wet lip to watch him sit down and work on getting the belt off. She climbed into his lap, nibbling on his jaw, moving his hands away to finish unbuckling his belt herself, rolling her hips against his throbbing erection before he could get his hands on her.

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around her so tight she couldn’t even move. “Lets play a game,” he suggested suddenly, releasing her when she pulled back and tilted her head at him, perplexed. “First one to make a noise loses.”

“Loses?”

“The right to cum,” he added.

“When you’re this hard?” She asked, making her point by grinding her hips roughly against his. He groaned out a laugh, deep and hot. 

“I’m not the one who’s ovulating,” he pointed out matter-of-factly. She gasped dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest. He held her hips securely to keep her balanced on his lap as she bantered with him, a grin on his face.

“Rude,” she accused playfully, “how dare you use that against me?” She giggled, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down and over to the side so he laid on top of her. He let her manoeuvre him and chuckled. “You’re gonna keep this on, right?” She asked, lightly flicking the beige hat on his head so it moved slightly, but didn’t come off.

“If you really want me to.” He kissed her cheek tenderly.

“I dunno,” she pondered, “I kinda like you naked, too.” 

“Kinda?” He pouted, biting her jaw.

She took the hat on his head and threw it over to her chair, “I really like it when you’re naked, too,” she corrected herself with a loving smile, eyes sparkling. 

“I like it when you’re naked,” he murmured, rocking his hips against hers. She bit her lip hard, trapping a gasp. “We were right about here earlier, weren’t we?” He asked seductively, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. 

The smirk stretching across his face gave away that he knew what he was doing to her. She only nodded in response, focusing on shoving the suit jacket and white dress shirt over his shoulders at the same time. He chuckled at her urgency, standing on his knees between her parted legs to shrug them off calmly. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, shimmying down to begin unbuttoning his pants, zipping them down with one hand and pulling the belt out of the loops with the other before he even got the either article off his arms. 

“Baby,” he laughed, grabbing her thighs and pulling them above his, “slow down.” 

She frowned playfully, “I don’t wanna slow down.” She put her hands on his hips and under his shirt, thumbs tantalisingly brushing against the warm skin of his hip bones. 

“Oh, so, now you want me really bad,” he teased, voice heavy with lust. He leaned back slightly to take her in with her legs spread open over his thighs, soft hair haloing her head, a blush glowing across her cheeks. As he admired her silently, she bit her lip at the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest and broad shoulders.

“I always want you really bad,” she rebutted lustfully, slowly lifting the white t-shirt up his torso. 

“Don’t worry, beautiful, Imma fill you up real good,” he promised in a hushed voice, pulling the shirt over his head, then getting off the bed to pull his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs. “Don’t forget… you can’t make a sound,” he reminded her, crawling back up her body.

“As long as you play fair….” She murmured, bringing him down for a kiss with a hand behind his head. Fingers threaded through his hair and he laughed deeply, dipping down to kiss her. 

“I never play fair,” he mumbled against her mouth. 

Before she could react, he bit her lip and shoved his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking fervently, hoping to draw sounds from her that would make her lose the game he proposed before he even got started. 

She squirmed underneath him, a whimper of pleasure bubbling up her throat, but poking his ribs made him pull away from her swiftly, “asshole!” 

He laughed breathlessly, leaning on his side, still laying between her legs with his cock leaking and hard against her tummy. He held himself up with his arm resting beside her head and brought his freehand to her face, brushing soft strands away from her grumpy face. 

“I had to try,” he chuckled, tracing the side of her face. 

“I should.. just… get up and walk away,” she threatened playfully, putting a finger on his lips when he tried to dip down to kiss her again. 

“Hey, come on, babe,” he whined. 

She laughed at him, “just fuck me, pretty boy.” 

He pretended to consider her words, slowly sliding the two fingers on her jaw down to her neck, between her breasts, and along her stomach. Her heart jumped and she clenched her jaw while she watched his eyes follow the path of his fingers moving over her body. “I can do that,” he smirked, captivating her in his alluring gaze. 

She grabbed his chin, angling his face towards the light of the lamp, her eyes soft and tracing over the beautiful features of his face, from the gorgeous curl of his golden eyelashes, to the now-pink background where his freckles were splattered along artfully across his nose and cheeks, to the edges of his utterly breathtaking face. His brows pinched together curiously and his swollen, soft, pink lips parted momentarily before closing, his green eyes shyly shifting away from her face. 

“Not like this, though,” he murmured, breaking her trance. She hummed mindlessly, eyes flickering up to his, his words confounding her. 

He looked at her again and then grinned mischievously, standing up just to manhandle her until she was laying on her stomach. She laughed and squirmed, looking at him from over her shoulder, but just as she was about to get on all fours, he pressed his large hand to the small of back, keeping her in place.

“Wait,” she said quickly, eyes widening in realisation when he started to angle himself between her legs. “No! You cheater,” she laughed. He snickered playfully, gripping her thigh and sliding it up to the side with her knee bent to have more access. 

“I aim to please,” he jested, taking his cock and teasing her dripping entrance with the soft head. 

“Yeah, yourself,” she quipped. He snorted, observing the smear of his precum over her clit and inner labia. She didn’t move away or stop him, so he continued to tease her, sliding his cock down to tap her throbbing clit, but she bit down on her lip painfully, sounds straining to escape her throat. 

She screwed her eyes shut as if it would help her concentrate on anything other than the way he teased her and gripped the sheets beneath her hands tightly. After gathering enough of her slick, he started to jerk himself off, coating his throbbing cock—and subsequently his hand—in her arousal. 

He panted heavily and draped himself over her back, depositing loving kisses along her shoulders and neck. Still, nothing could prepare her for the way he thrusted into her. She was so wet, he didn’t even meet any resistance, and he could feel every inch of his cock stroke along the inside of her tightening walls, deeply penetrating her. 

“Jesus Christ,” she moaned involuntarily. 

“Uh, no, it’s Dean, actually,” he chuckled, then slowly started to pull out of her, and paused. “By the way, I, uhhh, think you just lost.” He thrusted back into her roughly and she moaned again, cutting off her sentence before it even began, but he knew it was probably gonna be ‘fuck you’ or something else along those lines. 

He muffled a deep groan against her shoulder and roughly grabbed her hip to keep her still as she squirmed and whined for more. Blunt nails dug into her flesh and she whimpered with each thrust, toes curling every time the soft head of his cock brushed and pressed against her cervix.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, nuzzling his face into her neck. Her stomach clenched at his words, his low groan causing a flutter to grow in her lower abdomen, all the while her heart skipped a beat and her breath swirled around her chest ecstatically when his lips brushed softly against her pulse. 

“Please,” she whimpered, reaching down to place her hand over the one he had on her hip, holding on tightly. He angled her hips up slightly, picking up the pace, his teeth sinking roughly into the skin between her shoulder and neck. 

He grunted softly, skilfully pulling out so only the head of his cock remained inside her and pushing back into her swiftly, over and over. He fucked into her with enough force to knock the wooden headboard into the concrete walls, hard enough to create an erotic symphony with the sound of her soppy pussy taking him and her skin being impacted by his.

His throbbing cock brushed continuously along the inside of her walls and collided deliciously with her cervix, pulling quiet gasps and low moans from her. Neither of them could stand it. The way she felt wrapped around every inch of him made him so dizzy, he felt like exploding. His muscles ached and burned with effort and he couldn’t stop vocalising his pleasure right into her ear or against her damp skin.

He could feel his orgasm bubbling over and he inhaled sharply to keep it at bay just to keep enjoying the sensation of her body being this close to his, to remain in between the moment of overwhelming pleasure and exquisite torture forever. 

Still, he couldn’t resist the temptation of letting go and spilled into her with a long groan of her name. He deliriously praised and worshipped her as he pressed deeper, the warmth of his semen filling her insides. 

Her walls clamped down on him, her own orgasm looming over her, but even this mindlessly blissed out, she denied herself pleasure for the sake of their game. The heat of his cum resting inside her made her moan, a sensation she began to enjoy since they became ‘serious’. 

He had stilled temporarily, waiting to empty himself into her as profoundly as their bodies permitted before slowly rocking his hips into her again. Once again, he venerated her quietly before pulling out and collapsing breathlessly beside her, his rapidly beating heart returning to its original rhythm.

He gave her ass a playful smack and smiled lazily when she giggled. “You didn’t come,” he murmured, watching dreamily as she turned to face him, and scooted into his side to drop kisses along his collarbone. 

“I lost the right to,” she chuckled, her lips brushing against his neck to suck a mark on his pulse point. 

He moaned softly, snaking his arms under her waist, wrapping around to hold her closer. She lifted her thigh over his hip, pressing herself against him completely, ignoring the warmth of his cum as it dripped out of her. She kissed across his jawline, nibbling gently, and finally claimed his soft lips. 

 “I can’t get enough of you,” she murmured, straddling him. She pressed her chest against his and his hands held onto the sides of her knees fleetingly, then slowly slid upwards. His fingers pressed into her flesh, blunt nails scraping along her silky skin. He squeezed her hips and moved his lips against hers, tongues meeting languidly past parted lips, licking and tasting. 

“That’s just ‘cause you’re ovulating,” he mumbled against her mouth, his hands smoothing up her back to pull her closer. “You usually can’t stand me,” he teased between kisses, chasing her mouth when she pulled back with a playful frown. 

“Right,” she started, a laugh bubbling up her throat. “Between.. loving you more insanely and profoundly than literally anyone else in the entire multiverse… and the possibility of a time ever coming in which I’d destroy every universe for you… where’d me ‘not being able to stand’ you come from?” His eyes flickered across her face, the furrow of her brows, the frown that tugged at her lips. 

He enjoyed the weight of her loaded words, the unspoken words and meaningfulness in between the long stretch of silence between them. More than anything, Dean wanted to establish that she meant every word, but his tongue lay heavy in his mouth and his heart palpitated with a resurgence of desire. She waited for him as a million words hung in the air, but Dean remained speechless, elated—even aroused by her explicit and very intense expression.

She closed her eyes when he reached up to play with her hair. “You’re so selfish,” he murmured, pulling her down for a passionate kiss, cupping the back of her head in his large hand. The other hand snuck between their bodies, parting her from him just to reach between her thighs where she was drenched and needy. 

Mercilessly, he plunged his fingers into her, moaning loudly as his digits brutally slid in and out of her. His palm slapped against her swollen clit and she cried out against his mouth, burying her face next to his to muffle her moans. 

He tugged her hair roughly, forcing her back up and stared rapaciously at her face with parted lips, his cum pooling in his hand and down his knuckles. She fucked herself eagerly on his fingers, brows furrowing in gratification, her nails nearly cutting into the skin of his bicep. 

“So fucking greedy for me. Aren’t you, baby?” He asked breathlessly, his gaze moving down between their bodies as she sank down onto his fingers. 

“Yes! Fuck,” she shouted resolutely. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers, signalling the proximity of her release, she wanted to collapse on him, weak. His green eyes flickered back up to look deeply into her own eyes. 

“Come for me,” he ordered softly, grinding his palm against her clit. “Come on, beautiful… I fucking love you.” 

She cried out his name, squirting around his adept fingers. He let her bury her face in his neck this time, astonished and smug as he fingered her through a clearly intense orgasm. He turned slightly to kiss her temple and her head, his fingers gently massaging her scalp while she attempted to calm her stuttering breaths and wild heart. 

He removed his fingers from inside her, and grinned at the ceiling, “I love when that happens.”

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Chapter Five: Threatened to Reset

Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Heiress of Gotham

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Summary: With the family's help everything is planned for the big move. A trip to Bludhaven to organize, pack, and move all your belongings leaves the past to be drug up. How will they react to your home? Will any secrets be found? Will emotions rise? Will your past be disclosed? It's all up to you... and maybe a crime boss and his goons.

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: The usual Banter and Bickering, Cursing, Knives, Threatening, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Arguing, Fighting, Shame, Guilt, Fight or Flight.

Mentions of: Sex Trafficking, Criminal Activities, Police, Drug Busts, Prostitution, Assassins.

A/N: There's a lot of information to digest in the chapter, and really what was meant to be one chapters I actually am going to have to split up in order to make them manageable. It's been awhile, and while I'm still trying to figure out how to manage my life in the sense of hobbies, work, my health, a possible second job, and extracurriculars, I request you all be patient with me. I definitely do have more in store, yet for now this chapter isn't proofread (at least the beginning and end) I just need to get this one out.

Having discussed tomorrow’s events as a group at dinner, your Father let you lead the charge in what would happen with your apartment’s belongings. Decided on packing everything up and either donating the things you don’t need, storing the important things, and transporting the things you do need, it all was simple enough. Nothing a little packing tape and rounds of boxes won’t fix.

Starting the day with a hearty breakfast from Alfred, you all packed into a minivan you didn't know or think the Bruce Wayne would ever own or have anything to do with. Nevertheless, the ride was fairly timely to get to your old apartment building. Saying hello to the few neighbors coming in and out who you recognized and knew, you led the gang the seventeen flights and begrudgingly let them inside. You knew sooner or later they'd out where and how you lived. It definitely isn't as nice as Wayne Manor, but of course, what else could you expect?

Assigning everyone to different spots and or groups of items in the apartment, you really feel like they went for overkill. A welcoming and slightly overwhelming sense of love blossoms in your chest as they really didn't all need to help, but everyone insisted on coming. Even Tim's girlfriend, Stephanie. How nice, you think, for someone to actually care that much to go out of their way. Family almost congesting the apartment, you focus on your room and belongings. The fact that Damian hasn't even made any rude remarks (that you know of) is surprising.

After almost everything is packed and it's a few hours past noon, Alfred gets tired. Damian insists he's spent enough time in this 'hellhole' and almost demands that Alfred take him home. With the time having gotten away from you and some of the others, it seems to no one's surprise that Tim and Stephanie also apologetically explain their need to leave. They have homework they need to get done; and with that, Alfred agrees that it might be best to head back to the Manor with everyone who needs to leave. Dick lives in Bludhaven, so there's no surprise he'd stay, and while Jason has his motorcycle, he says he doesn't mind staying until it's all finished. Bruce having come separately after checking in at work explains that the two of you can drive back together once everything's done. It'd been lucky enough that he'd brought his car, and not one of the nicer ones, either.

Searching all the nearby boxes, you don’t find it. It’s nowhere to be seen, and if it’s not here then that can only mean one thing: They took it. Opening up the box near the kitchen you retrieve a butcher’s knife. Hand gripping the handle tightly you storm to the front door and lock it.

“Woah, woah- what’s going on?” Jason asks, hands raising in concern as he stops boxing the books that’d been on the nearby shelf.

With a tense look in his eyes, you adjust the knife in your palm, getting a better and more sturdy grip on it. Other hand rising to your mouth you place your pointer finger before your lips. A tacit command of ‘silence’. Jason’s fear had drawn the attention of the other two, though you ignore them as you quickly storm through the living room and down the hall.

Eyes flitting back and forth out the window, up and down the fire escape you quickly return with the same fervor you’d previously held. “Why do you have a knife?” Dick questions.

Back to the front door, you simultaneously listen to the hallway, hoping that if anyone were to come, you’d hear them first and be ready. In the attempt at a raid via bursting in through the door, at least you’ll be the first one in the line of fire able to protect everyone. While the worst case scenario always pops into your mind first, you’re not oblivious to the measly chance this could simply chalk up to coincidence. Holding out the knife, you point to each man in the room as your gaze shifts between them.

“Look. There was a gun in there last time we were here. It’s always there. If none of you have seen it, let alone packed it away… then we have a big problem,” you reveal. Knife pointed in the direction of the safe that's now open within a drawer of the tv stand, it's clear that everything else has been packed away.

Between the couch and television diagonally to your left stands Dick. Hands raised, he holds a stoic expression as he stands closest to the safe. His blue eyes flit to Jason. Knife shifting toward him, he too stands with his hands by his waist, palms facing you. Eyes filled with confusion and concern, he shifts his weight as he stands across the room in the corner between the kitchen's counter and beside the opening to the hallway. His green eyes shift to Bruce.

Before you can even turn the knife on the man closest to you, diagonally standing in the kitchen opening to your right, someone speaks up. “I took it,” Jason announces. All eyes dart to him and you watch as he slowly starts to reach around his back towards his waistband. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Bruce move.

“Don’t!” You warn, stepping back and pointing the knife at him. He’s not going to disarm you. Eyes back on Jason, you motion with the knife for him to place the produced gun onto the table between you two. Gun dangling from his fingers, he doesn’t move, so you gesture again with more of a ferocity this time. “Put it on the table.” It’s a command, not a request.

He slides it across the table. Three steps close the distance between you and the item. Though Bruce could easily do something behind your back, just out of your peripheral vision now, you focus on the task at hand. One look at the gun has you skeptical; face tense, you use the knife to turn the gun around. The examination is short. One flip of the gun onto its other side and a quick lift into your hands to make sure the safety is on, you release the bullet cartridge to find that one bullet is missing. With a click of the cartridge locking back into place, you toss it back onto the table.

Storming back to the door where you're at a far enough distance from all of them, your forearms rest against the splintering wood, face buried within them for a moment to gather yourself. Slowly turning back toward the men, but more specifically Jason, you glare daggers at him. “Why didn’t you just tell me you had the gun when I first mentioned it missing,” not waiting for an answer, your head tilts a bit as you don’t play his game. “Nevertheless, did you really think I’d be stupid enough to not recognize that that’s an entirely different gun? So what’s your game?”

Silence lingers. Jason knows he’s fucked, and they all know it too. Why did he think she’d fall for that? It was worth a shot, sure, but the real gun is still back at the Batcave. However, she can’t know that. “There’s no game,” Bruce says your name, a sincere look in his eyes.

“I wasn’t asking you,” you bark, knife turning on him as he tries again to take a step closer. His hands are still raised in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

The silence is expected, however, the smile that creepily inches across your lips is not. A shift of the knife in your palm has you gripping the handle in an underhanded approach, ready to stab, rather than slice. “Ha,” you scoff, “I knew it… too good to be true. I can respect the lengths he’ll go to play his little games, but this is just beyond fucked. A ploy to what? Fuck with me, pretend to be my family, and now what? Kill me? I knew it. After yesterday, I just knew it was coming.”

“What are you talking about?” Jason asks incredulously, a hint of anger and fear within his tone.

“Who?” Dick asks coldly, taking a step closer.

“Antonio Marin?” Bruce asks. Eyes darting to meet his, you shift the knife in your palm again to get a better grip on it.

“Oh, you wanna play it this way? Act all fucking coy and innocent now?” Gears shifting, you eye the other two men. “Unless he’s just another victim to his plan, I don’t buy it. Richest man in the world and he’s a good guy? Yeah? No.”

“Should’ve known,” you sigh, shaking your head. “BPD? Too obvious.” With a sad smile and tears beginning to threaten your eyes, you chuckle. “Well if he wants me, then go ahead. I’ve got nothing left. If I’m the last piece to the puzzle then do it. Kill me. It’s three to one, I know you’ve got a gun and more than enough bullets to take me.” You thump your chest with your free hand, open, ready to accept your fate. “Do it! Shoot me, Jason. Right now! Kill me.”

As if the reality of the situation suddenly dawns on you, fear readily replaces the confidence you’d just boasted. Backing up against the door you shift the knife in your hand to a stabbing position again, as you continue to shift it, unsure which approach will be best in your defense. Suddenly you're terrified of what’s to come. “No… no. Three big men on one teenage girl?” The way Jason had hesitated, it’s apparent. “I knew he was expanding the business, but like this? NO.” Chest heaving with rapid breaths, you’re suddenly running on pure adrenaline. Panic sets in as you know what the man's got planned for you. “If you want me then I’m not going down alone. I’ll kill myself before I let that happen to me- and if that doesn’t work then I’ll mangle myself SO badly that nobody will buy me,” you threaten, voice deepening in a terrifyingly chilling way.

Placing the knife against your neck, you’re more than ready to take yourself off the table. You won’t let that happen to yourself. You won’t let anyone take advantage of you that way. A punishment worse than death is something you're not willing to participate in, nor offer.

Dick calls your name in a calm tone, one far too calm for this situation. “This isn’t any ploy, or game. We don’t work for anyone. If you think someone’s after you, you need to tell us. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“Oh,” you relinquish too easily, knife falling back to your side. Turning to face the door your eyes settle against it for a moment before spinning back to face the man. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that Officer Grayson from the BPD was here! I’ll just tell you everything so you can either arrest me or take me out on his behalf!” With a step toward him, you raise the knife by your side again. “Do you really think I’m that stupid, Grayson? That I wouldn’t realize you’d try to get a confession out of me, record this- have them take a voice memo? This isn’t my first rodeo.”

"It's not like that. We're just trying to help! You can't seriously believe this is all some conspiracy against you," Dick argues. His voice is still calm, and while the raised brow elicits a begrudging irk and prick of paranoia in your mind, his words do nothing but continue to cause the gears to mentally turn. "If someone wanted to take you out there would've been easier methods. You would've been dead weeks ago."

A wry chuckle leaves your lips, a knowing smile still set on your features as you two stand off with one another. "Sure... if it was anyone else. Yet that's not how he plays his game and you know it."

"You still think I'm corrupt?" Dick asks, shifting his weight to lean into his hip on one side.

"How could you not be?! Look at me and tell me that you're not! That you don't know about Perdy Chapman, or any of the sabotage the BPD plays," you demand.

"I know about the sabotage. I don't know about Perdy Chapman, but if you know something," he recites your name, "you have to tell us. I can't do anything or help anyone if everyone's keeping secrets."

"What? So this is all a loyalty test? An attempt to get me to come back? There's no way he's that desperate."

"Come back? You worked for Antonio Marin?" Bruce pipes up, concerned blue eyes turning on you as he shifts his gaze between you and Dick. Hands still up in surrender, he takes a step towards you.

"Quit fucking with me! If this is because he thinks I'll rat, I won't! I'm not a fucking rat. We got out, we left! We don't owe him anything!"

"If you know where he is you need to tell us," Jason voices his concern, also taking a step closer. "No one is taking you back, no one is gonna hurt you. I'll be damned before that happens." Jason whispers your name, garnering your attention as he gives you a serious look, "If you think he's after you, we need to know. We can't help you if we don't know what's going on."

With a stomp and a slash of the knife by your side as you realize they're right, you won't do this without a stipulation. "Fine! But... I can't go to the cops. I can't... file a report. I can't do anything. Promise me-" you respond, voice starting off confident until his falls short of a whisper. Jason nods, starting to close the space as he pulls out the last chair remaining at the dinner table.

"No cops, you got it. Just... tell us what happened, what's going on," Jason concedes, hand settled on the back of the chair.

As you shake your head in decline toward the chair, Jason easily swivels it around and sits on his backward, attention on you. As you place the knife on the side table by the front door, you start to pace. "I... don't know where to start," you voice your thoughts.

"From the beginning," Dick encourages, voice gentle as he realizes Jason has made progress by building a rapport. Something he hadn't realized he could be making more of an effort towards, he supposes. Even if he already feels like he's done more than he can for the girl.

As the Detective sits on the back of the couch and Bruce leans against the wall, your eyes can't help but find his... your Father's. "I... I can't-" you realize. Steps coming to a halt, you find yourself face to face with the last person in your life who you feel like you can't lose. The only person you need to impress, to suck up to.

"This is important," Bruce says your name, head tilting further downward as he offers a more straight-on look with your height differences, not to mention the sympathetic look that cross his features.

Eyes falling to the floor, you shake your head. "I can't. I don't want you to look at me differently, and I know you will. There's no way you can't." It's a warning, a vague divulgence on the subject matter. There's no way this conversation can happen without someone's impression being changed or shifted. It's just not possible.

"That won't happen," Bruce reassures.

"There's no way it can't happen. You don't know!" You argue, hands gesticulating the emphasis of your seriousness.

"This is your safety we're talking about," Jason reminds.

"We all have pasts," Dick reiterates your name, "we've all done things. It won't change anything."

"I promise," Bruce adds on, following up with Dick's words. Crouching to be on your level, he holds out his pinky, and while part of you hesitates, the seriousness in his eyes begs for a piece of trust. An inkling of hope, sincerity, vulnerability, trust. Wrapping your much smaller pinky around his, you shake on it.

As he lets go and returns to leaning against the wall, they all sit in anticipation, waiting for you to speak. "From the beginning?" You question.

"From the beginning," Dick echoes again, trying his hardest to be patient. With a tacit gesture of his hand, he guides you to sit on the couch cushions. Despite his offer, you choose to sit on the floor in front of the couch, back leant up against it as Dick chooses to sit in the armchair to the left of it. Jason comes closer, perching himself on the edge of the tv stand, while Bruce lingers by the back of the couch to your right, still in your periphery.

"It... all started about, I don't know, two years ago?" Jason nods in encouragement, a sign for you to keep going. "I don't- I don't know exactly when, I can't really place a time or say because I didn't know- I didn't- I never thought- I mean," the words tumble from your lips as your thoughts begin to race with the memories. Heart beating faster, there was never a definitive point in time you could place. "He just... started coming over. After-" swallowing the thick lump that forms in your throat, the faint burning sensation of tears threatening to start welling up becomes real. "-Mom got laid off."

"Mhm," Dick hums, hands clasping in his lap as he expresses the fact that he's listening.

"Everyone knew who he was. We all do, but of course, you're nice to people you don't necessarily know. You don't wanna start any problems. I guess Mama met him one night when she was out with my Tia. He said he could get her job back, that he could help her make money again, that we wouldn't have to move, to get evicted. He'd get her job back. So he did. She didn't ask, she didn't even want her job back after everything they said and did to her, firing her just because of her skin- but... he did it anyways. He got her job back at the hospital and even got her a promotion. How? I never asked, but if you know Marin, then I guess you can imagine how."

"Then he told her she owed him," Bruce speaks up as you take a breath. His tone is definitive, certain, as if he knows. A shake of your head lets him know he's wrong.

"Of course, she went back to see him at the same bar. She thanked him, we all did... but that wasn't the end of it. He said if she ever wanted anything more, a side job, extra money, anything else, that he could give her that. That all she need do is ask." A sigh escapes your lips and you subtly shake your head again. you know you'll have to tell them. It'll get there eventually, yet there's no way of knowing how they'll react. "They became friends. I always thought he liked her, that's why he was so nice."

"But he showed his true colors, didn't he?" Jason comments, a dangerous and almost vengeful tone in his voice as he leans forward so his elbows rest on his knees. His hands curl in and out of fists as he listens.

"No... he was... just nice." Finally looking up to meet their eyes, you gauge the room. Each man has a different expression on his face, looks of curiosity, intrigue, suspicion, and anger all around. "He'd be at the parties, come over, take us out, have a drink. He became a part of the circle, at least... for a while. I think it all changed when Mama said no to him. He asked her out, and she finally understood why he'd been so nice to her. Yet, that didn't change anything. Being friends, he was still coming around. Maybe he was doing more, becoming more distant, but not much changed. He kept offering, and offering, and eventually I think she figured if she had control, and it was something he'd offer, then how could it hurt? It was only after that year and once the gifts died down that, well..."

"What?" Jason raises his eyes again to meet yours as he'd been mulling over his own thoughts for a moment, head in hands. A chuckle shakes his chest subtly as his hands shoot out in gesticulation. "You can't just say 'after that, well...' and not finish the story!"

"Come on, Jase-" Bruce gently reprimands with a look.

"It's clear there's more," Dick interrupts his Father to address you, still in the position he'd been in. Eyes intent on your figure as he waits for an answer, a scowl on his lips.

"I finally asked him if there was any way I could do something. Something small to make money; like mow someone's lawn, pet-sitting, house-sitting... things like that." Eyes falling to the pilled carpet by your sock-clad feet, you pick at the fluffy brown fabric. "I had school. My mom would hate me if she knew I asked him, but everyone else was getting money, and I figured if he was like my Uncle or Dad it's normal to ask for those things... I think." Hair falling over your shoulders, it masks your face as you rush to get the rest of the story out.

"He... had me do jobs for him. It was easy. Deliver presents, bouquets, envelopes, packages, things like that. No problem, lots of people do that, right? But I was making at least a hundred every week, if not more, and, and I didn't think about it. It was easy money! I could buy whatever I wanted, I could save, I could spoil my friends, my mom... I never thought about it until I... got curious." Words trailing off, you risk a glance up at Dick. Tucking your bangs behind your ear, his expression is immovable. He's stoic; a pickup of heartrate leaves you anxious as you haven't been able to easily read him like many of the others.

The movement of Jason's lips slowly opening garners your attention, and as his eyes widen you quickly duck your head back down again. "You were..." he tests the waters.

"So one day I decided to stay. They never opened their packages in my vicinity. Never opened the presents, envelopes, packages, or undid the bouquet. It didn't feel right. I haven't gotten many presents in my life, but I'd think if I got a big one like those, I'd open it right away... see what it is." Continuing with your story, you didn't give Jason even half a fraction of time to finish his thoughts. "So I delivered the package like normal, watched them count out the money and hand it over before I was on my way. Around the corner, I was halfway down the block when I realized I could probably wait it out, hide somewhere across the street and watch them from one of the store windows. They wouldn't notice. I could just put on my hood, if anything, and... well, then it-" eyes shifting back up to Dick, you don't look away this time, "-it happened."

"I hadn't realized it but parked on the opposite side of the road and right by me out of sight from where I'd come there were cop cars parked. Cops lined up with their guns pulled, batons and riot shields ready. I froze..." At this moment it seems like the gears in Dick's mind are finally starting to turn and place things together. "I thought I was caught, for something I only suspected, but... within seconds the cops were ushering me out of the area while the second team were busting the gang of boys I'd come from for having drugs."

"They were using you," Bruce states, an air of sympathy encased in his word choice.

"You were a mule f-" Jason affirms.

"-But that wasn't the end of it," Dick says confidently, his dark blue eyes still set on you, unmoving, a quirked brow joining his visage. "You said you're out. So if that's true then how'd that happen?" He asks, finally shifting in his seat as his head slightly tilts. It's almost as if he's testing you. "Exactly," he clarifies.

"Once I realized what was happening I ran home. I-" jaw clenching, your eyebrows furrow as you don't want to have to admit this. Especially not when Dick looks so confident and arrogant. You know he'd seen you that day, just like you knew you'd seen him. A silent staring match follows,a few seconds, before your resolve crumbles upon the memories. "I told my mom. I was crying, and she was shocked and surprised and angry and mad and I didn't know what to do! I didn't know where to go or who to tell, and I knew she'd be mad but she said she wasn't mad at me, but at him and that it was okay because she was gonna get us out of it. We met up with Anto- with- with Marin," you correct yourself. "We demanded out, and... he let us go. He said we were free to go as long as we didn't say or do anything that went against him. MY mom didn't want us involved with him anymore."

"He just 'let you go'?" Dick reiterates.

"Yes. That's it," you reveal, a shrug following as you don't bother to make eye contact. "Now you know!" The revelation leaves you upset and unaware of anyone else's responses. You just know that this changes everything, now that they know... they know that you're a bad person. You dealt drugs. You worked for a mobster. A gangster, a criminal; you stocked up drug money, saving it, keeping it. Blood money, one could even claim in earnest... and you couldn't argue with them.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Nice to meet you

Warnings: First meetings, fluff

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Meeting Cate (Based on a true story, only, I didn't meet Cate)

Requests: OPEN

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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that the sun was too bright and warm for ten o'clock in the morning. I lazily picked up my mobile phone and unlocked it, only to realise that I had not set my alarm and that it was in fact already 11:00 A.M.

"Shit"

As best I could, and literally running, I got out of my bed, put on a pair of jeans, my work t-shirt, and went into the bathroom. In less than 5 minutes I had brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and grabbed my make-up bag. I grabbed my backpack, money, my keys and left the flat to run to the underground station.

The train arrived quickly and since it was no longer rush hour, it was practically empty, so I sat down and took off my make-up, knowing that I wouldn't get to work for another 30 minutes.

When I got to the station where I had to get off, I did so and ran to the nearby square in order to get to my work. I opened the door, dodged several customers and made my way to the counter of the bookshop.

"Look who deigned to show up," joked my cousin.

I had been working in the bookshop run by my aunt for months. It was a great advantage, since, with tardiness like today's, in any other job, I would have been fired by now, but here, I only received a disapproving look from my aunt and a silly smile from my uncle.

"Oh, T/N, now why were you so late?"

"I forgot to set my alarm"

My aunt just rolled her eyes.

"You should set an alarm to remind you to set an alarm," my uncle joked, making us all giggle.

"Well, since you're finally here, please mop the floor."

"Sure, hey auntie, remember I told you if you'd give me permission to get away for two or three hours here in the square?"

"You're late and you still want to go out?" joked my cousin.

"What do you want to go out for?" asked my uncle, as he brought down books from a Spanish publisher.

"There's going to be a premiere of Cate Blanchett's new film. And the cast is coming…"

"And T/N would rather die than lose the chance to meet that woman," my cousin finished.

"Sorry for appreciating what a good actress she is".

I was a lying whore. Sure, the woman was the greatest actress of the 21st century, but she was also the most sensual woman I had ever met. My gay ass was shaking just thinking about her.

"What time is that?"

"At 3:00 p.m."

"Where is it?"

"It's in the cinema in this very square".

"Okey".

And without further ado, he began to help my uncle with the Spanish books.

"Is that a yes?"

Out of nowhere, he stood up with a grimace of pain.

"Help your uncle with the books and then we'll see".

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My aunt had a problem, and this was that she would regularly, if not always, forget that I had already left some task, and suddenly I would start doing another one that needed to be done more urgently, so it was not unusual for me to notice that, just when I had half the floor mopped, the clock in the shop already showed 3:10 PM.

"Auntie, it's already 3:10."

"So what?"

"I asked you that you would give me the opportunity to go out to the premiere of the film".

"Have you finished cleaning?"

"Almost there…

"Then it's over now"

I started mopping quickly to finish faster.

"Do it right, T/N!"

I felt my heart start to flutter as, outside the venue, I could hear the screams, the people starting to run. Shit, it was too late, there was probably already a big crowd on the red carpet, which was going to make it impossible for me to get an autograph or a picture.

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After finishing my chores, I quickly set out to go to the storeroom, drop off the mop and bucket, and just as I was taking off my uniform shirt to put on a nicer one, I heard some pretty loud shouting and the front door slamming. For several minutes I listened to murmuring until suddenly my cousin shouted.

"Y/N, come"

I quickly put on my T-shirt, and grabbed my small bag. As I left, I noticed an excessive amount of people in front of the bookshop, which scared me.

"What's going on, why are there so many people outside…?

Before I could finish my sentence, I walked over to where my cousin was, to find her standing next to Cate Blanchett and her make-up artist Mary.

"Hello. Nice to meet you"

The blonde greeted me with a charming smile. But I froze. I literally didn't know what to do.

Part of me wanted to start screaming and jumping up and down with excitement, another part was about to cry and try to hug her, while another part wanted to make a fool of myself as little as possible and try to start a conversation about her films and what a great actress she is in my eyes.

"Excuse her, she's too gay to talk" my cousin scoffed, eliciting a giggle from both older women "she's literally in love with you. When she was like 15 she said she'd marry you."

Yep, it was definitely not in my plans to be humiliated like that by my own cousin.

What was my next action, just ignore my cousin and start with some of my actions, make believe that this is a joke?

"It's not true, I mean, I do want to kiss you, but not since I was fifteen".

NO. IT'S. I really told one of the best actresses in the world that I wanted to kiss her, I WANT TO DIE.

I covered my face with both hands, but through the gap between my fingers I could see Cate giggle and adjust her hair.

"Well… I'm flattered."

"But… but what are you doing here?" I tried to change the subject just to avoid further embarrassment.

"People started to crowd around and I needed to fix this," Mary said as she pointed to Cate's torn dress.

"You know, a torn dress can't break my aura of perfection…" Cate tried to joke, but, she didn't know my name. She was asking my name!

"T/N, my name is T/N"

"T/N" she whispered my name in such a sensual way that I felt my panties start to get wet. "That's a beautiful name."

"T…thank you"

She began to wander around the room, while Mary, behind her, tried to fix her dress. As my gaze followed them, I felt a nudge in my rib.

"Hey, I've got to go" my cousin spoke, "can you stay and look after the blonde while my aunt comes back from her office?" before I could answer, she laughed and tapped me on the shoulder "who am I kidding, you sure get wet at the thought of being alone with that woman."

"You know we're not alone, and there's her make-up artist, right?"

"We're going to pretend that wouldn't stop you, are we?"

She just laughed and left.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my aunt was attending to an important call, while my uncle was arranging the diaries. So, I followed them, seeing that Cate was too focused on one section of the bookshop.

"Do you have a specific section for LGBT literature?"

She turned to look at me, while Mary was fixing her dress and make-up. It wasn't a question on the air.

"Yes, we have a wide variety.

"I've never read this one" as she could, she picked up Ruth Gogoll's 'Taxi to Paris' book. and leafed through it a little.

"That's a very good one, I've read it more than 3 times…"

"So I'm dealing with a stalker?" she joked, causing me to let out an involuntary laugh. I can't believe she just made a reference to her own joke.

"In my defence, it's part of a research project for my university".

"What are you studying?"

"I'm studying cinema. I'd like to make an adaptation of that book".

"That's wonderful, darling. Is that your first race?"

"Yes…"

"You are so young…"

We were both silent, but with our eyes fixed on each other's, until Mary's throat clearing brought us out of our reverie.

"Cate, we have to go, it's already late."

"Oh, right."

She put the book back where she took it from, but just before she walked, I stepped forward and took the book, handing it to the blonde.

"Here, I'll give it to you"

"Oh darling, you're a sweetheart, but don't worry, I could pay for it…"

Fuck it, it's now or never.

"Yes, but, when you read it, you'll think of me."

I saw her eyes sparkle and she gave me a beautiful smile.

"Well, I guess I owe her the same treatment. Maybe a picture will make her think of me, sweet princess?" she joked.

"That would be wonderful, beautiful woman," I curtsied, causing her smile to grow.

I handed my mobile phone to Mary and just as I was smiling for the picture, I felt Cate's warm, soft lips on the corner of my mouth.

Mary took the picture and told Cate they had to leave, so she handed me my mobile phone and left, almost dragging Cate with her.

"I hope you remember me every time you see the picture".

"I hope you remember me every time you read the book".

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Seeing Kinger stuff is so nice gosh! Would it be cool to get the rest of the fluff alphabet with him please? Or if that's too much the ones you'd like to write about most

Kinger fluff alphabet! the whole thing!

two things one is more so one of my personal woe things unrelated to you but i deleted my masterlist immediately after finishing it because i didnt like the layout of it; 3 hours down the drain SOBS other thing! imma go ahead and link the other fluff alphabet stuff so its a complete list! actually third surprise thing, WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT TO PUT P IN THE FLUFF ALPHABET/lh/nm i fixed it now but i cant believe i skipped a letter i feel so dumb

ABSTRACT- if you were to ever abstract he would probably abstract himself. i mean if the things about queener/queenie are true and they were close, then that would mean this guy would lose a loved one TWICE. that would most definitely break someone, and kinger is already on the edge as it is. if he somehow doesnt abstract, he probably becomes even more paranoid; kind of shutting everyone out almost because he sure as hell knows he cant take a third heartbreak. rarely ever leaves his pillow fort, unless hes physically dragged out? sometimes he forgets you're gone, because he just refuses to believe the truth. sad stuff

BONDING- will rattle on and on about cool bug facts, if he has his own collection in his room he will show you it! maybe, if you want, he will let you hold some of the critters! tells a lot of stories, nicer ones from when things in the circus arent so... bad.. usually when hes in a good headspace! you get the feeling he embellishes his stories... not too different from a grandfather trying to make his experiences seem more glamorous and action packed than they really were

CUDDLING- he is very hard, due to him being a chess piece, but his clothes do a really good job at softening him! no arms :(... usually rests his hands on your back, or maybe has one on your shoulder and the other on your hip. switches between being big and little spoon, sometimes he wants to hold and sometimes he wants to be held

DATES- you can find them here!

EMOTION- kinger is... odd... im not sure where he lies, because i think sometimes he does have moments where he remembers thing and it overwhelms him, so that may be the main time hes the emotional one. however, i guess this entire time for emotional ive been focusing on more.. 'bad' emotions, but i think kinger would gush about how much he loves you, like WOAH! he is just overflowing with feelings right now

FAMILY- honestly he gives me dad vibes, if this dude doesnt already have kids in the real world (wow thats a sad thought... dude is like MIA probably and his kids are left to wonder where he went. double owie if queener/queenie was his real life wife before things happened) so if you guys make it back to the real world and unite, you're gonna be a step parent! would he like to have more kids with you? i think it depends, he would want it, though!

GIFT- you know how some people put bugs in like, cases to preserve them or something? i feel like he would give you those with some of his prettier bugs! loves anything you give him, he always keeps them stored safe in his room!

HARSH- you guys dont really get into arguments, i dont think! kinger doesnt like hiding things from you unless its something deeply personal, but otherwise hes an open book to you

IN HOUSE ADVENTURE- here!

JEALOUSY- its not so much as him being jealous as it is him being paranoid that something is going to happen to him or you, so! even if he wasnt worrying himself half to death he doesnt exactly seem like the jealous type to me, tbh

KISS- its time for my favorite thing for characters with no mouth!!! he boinks his face into yours, i actually wrote something for this! not gonna link it since its so short and i can easily relay the idea: but he would internally hype himself up (usually does this if this is the beginning of the relationship, he gets more confident as time goes on!), and just lightly 'pecks' your cheek before pulling away. loves kissing your cheeks as well as the back of your hands. loves being kisses where his mouth would be as well as his cheeks

LOVE LANGUAGE- quality time!! this man follows you around like a love sick puppy, because he loves you so much but also because again, he worries.. he also likes doing acts of service for you, makes him feel like hes capable of doing things on his own (which he is!). loves it when you return the favor via words of affirmation

MENDED- is he dreaming? is he imagining things again?

nope, its really you. somehow, you've recovered from abstracting, and you're now out of the cellar. he wants to hold you and never ever ever let you go, out of fear that hes going to come to his senses any second and youll be gone. wants to keep you in the pillow fort with him, or at least within his line of sight

NO- its less of an active dealbreaker and more of a "hey this is going to stress him out and probably hurt his mental health" but like, i dont think he would pair well with a really really intense person. like sure caien is pretty intense, but its not like caine is going to be spending a significant amount of time with him everyday, but like. you know? like i talk about some characters enjoying being on their toes and left guessing in regards to their partner, but kinger is NOT one of those people. he needs stability

PDA- less of a case where he actively and knowingly indulges in PDA and more so a case where he subconsciously holds onto your hand to keep you at arms length and to feel you. due to his lack of arms he has probably wandered off without you (and his hand) at least once. is not opposed to PDA, though, so long as its not like. insane

QUIET TIME- quiet time between the two of you is very rare. sure kinger can be very quiet when hes alone, but when hes alone with someone else, someone he cares so much about.. he cant help but fill the silence with words, to keep the ringing in his ears at bay .. so really quiet time is talking time

ROSES- ill mention it again in V (i wrote v before this section), he loves giving you roses especially on special occations! loves receiving flowers as well, he seems like a rose kind of guy as well

SHH- the one thing he doesnt like talking about is queener/queenie, well, more so the last few days leading up to her abstraction. it brings up. well, memories. on one hand he doesnt want to forget her, but on the other hand he doesnt want to bare the pain of those terrible memories

TUNES- THIS THIS THIS THIS ONE ALWAYS COME TO MY HEAD WHEN I THINK OF ROMANTIC HCS FOR SWEETIDEAS FOR OLDER GUYS IDK WHY

UPSET- im going back and forth with a lot of these as i fill in the list so! tying this in with E, i mention one of the only times he gets emotional is when he remembers some unfortunate events that took place in the circus. you're going to need to console him and bring him back to the present moment :(. when you're upset he tries to distract you, takes you to his fort, and tells you stories

VALENTINE- on the chance that he remembers what day it is, hes going to give you the most sterotypical date he can give to you. i think it might be because i can kind of see kinger as like, a classic/stereotypical romantic when it comes to you. flowers, he cant take you out to dinner so he takes you out to the digital lake to gaze at the clouds and watch the bugs pass

WANT- he wants a companion, he wants stability, and thats something he needs. he wants someone to be compassionate about him, his wellbeing, and his interests

XOXO- here! as well as Yearn!

ZZZ- if you guys go to sleep together its always in his room, where hes more comfortable. he also has a thing where he insists on being the one closer to the door; almost as if hes offering himself as protection to you should someone unwanted to come in. huh. always sleep holding onto you, snores like a dad

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Animation Practice

Pokemon Masters EX - The Book

(gif. ver! progress shots below!)

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE REPOSTS FOR THIS ANIMATION I JUST WISH FOR THIS TO GAIN VISIBILITY- the video version never got the chance to appear in the tags and it really broke my heart. I've done anything and this is basically one last attempt. I dunno if Tumblr Support will even help me at this point because of how vague their reasonings have been but...yeah. I'll paste the original text of the video version of this below just incase this actually appears in the tags as intended :') and I'll also add some progress gifs as well so you all can see how this animation evolved over time! --

I won't lie, I did this purely because of how well that loop did and just wanted to do something more elaborate HAHAHAHA-

While this is more on the lines of practicing two characters interacting with one another and not AS smooth as the loop, I feel I managed to nail the vibe of this scene. This was inspired from my chats with my friend and that detail in PokeMas where Hoopa has a tendency of dropping things on Lear's head to wake him up- I mean, if he dropped stuff to wake him up- surely he'd do this sort of shenanigans when he's awake, right?? x'D

REGARDLESS, I did my best and I hope you all enjoy this doodle (I mean...it's not SUPER polished hahahaha) animation.

-- HERE'S SOME PROGRESS GIFS ON HOW IT USED TO LOOK BEFORE IT WAS FINISHED!!

ROUGH animation- You can see this is shorter and A LOT more faster paced- I was trying to figure out how I wanted this to look. You can also see that the dialogue is a tad different!

Clean up!! Here i'm basically cleaning things up to make it a lot nicer and less rough. The timing on this is a loooooooot better and was almost done with the in between frames when I saved this progress gif. Heck- you can see that in both gifs, the desk lamp is VERY different from the final one LOL--

Character flats! Aaah, here's where I was pretty much done with coloring them- but still had to make sure I didn't miss any spots- (i did, in fact, miss some spots.) Animation really is a very, very long project. This one in particular was a month's worth of time and effort. Yet, I'm rather proud of how it came out in the end! I adore how exaggerated their movements can be, and just their dynamic in general. Please DeNA just give us more content about them i implore you--

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[enigmatist17]

Part 1 - AU where Angel comes to help Spike after he escapes from the Initiative

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Buffy and Riley didn't notice as Cordelia slowly closed her phone and stood, one hand nervously swiping some imaginary strands of hair from her eyes.

"Cordelia? Is something the matter?" Wesley asks, currently bouncing back and forth between research texts with Giles.

"Um...Riley, is it?" Buffy and Riley look up from their conversation, the soldier a bit confused by the woman he'd only met a few days ago looking at him with concern? Disgust?

"Yes ma'am, how can I help?"

"You uh, wow you're really just like cardboard." Cordelia shook her head, and pressed on before he could express his offense. "So fun fact, Angel's coming, and you need to stick close to Buffy because he's totally going to rip your throat out if you piss him off." She finished with a grin, the room going silent as everyone stared at Cordelia and Riley.

"On a level of general irritation to dealing with Wolfram, how angry are we talking?" Wesley asked suspiciously as Giles headed for his defense stores.

"Like Doyle... like Doyle angry." Cordelia gripped her phone for a moment as her voice trembled before shaking her head. "Says he wants to talk, but you know how temperamental he can be."

"You're being nicer than usual."

"You got here fast." Wesley swallows thickly, the sight of Angel practically materializing in Giles' kitchen making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "Is Sp-"

"Yes." The answer is more a growl than an actual response, and his eyes scan the room before fixating on Riley.

"We are talking, right?" Buffy had moved between the two men, and for a moment the two lock eyes before Angel shrugs, crossing his arms.

"You know Hos- the guy who escaped?" Riley bit his tongue, watching eyes colder than anything he'd ever experienced in training lock onto him.

"What did you do to him."

"Me? Nothing." Riley winced as he stumbled over his words, extremely uncomfortable that the vampire could probably hear the beating of his heart increasing as those eyes just stared.

"You should tell him." Buffy's voice is light, but both men are well aware that she's stamping down as much of her frustration as possible, so Angel slowly uncrosses his arms.

"Buffy I can't just tell one of them-"

"What can't you tell little old me?" Angel's lip twitched in a barely repressed snarl, and before Riley could move for the pistol strapped to his thigh, someone loudly cleared their throat.

"As much as I am loving this whole macho manly man dick measuring contest, we need to play nice now." Cordelia gives her brightest smile as all eyes shoot to her, and Angel to everyone's chagrin looks embarrassed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Giles barely hides his chuckle with a forced cough.

"Man, I need some popcorn." All eyes turn toward the now open door as Xander walks in, freezing in place with Willow curiously peeking from behind his shoulder.

"Hey guys, welcome to the shit show." The two finished entering Giles' home as Riley sits back down with Buffy, constantly looking toward the far corner of the room, where Angel had joined Wesley to quietly murmur about something.

"Nice to see Deadboy hasn't really changed." Xander, helpful as ever quipped, earning an annoyed look from the vampire in question. "But Cordy, you look..."

"Amazing? I know." The brunette smiled, and despite their rocky departure, it's not long before she draws him to the couch to catch him up on everything she's done in L.A.

"H-Hi Angel, hi Wesley." Turning to his left, Angel is surprised to see Willow standing near his side, trying to look at the book they were rifling through.

"Hello Willow." The aspiring witch gave a smile, and her hands fiddle with a small pouch.

"Pleasure to see you again." The former Watcher gave a small bow and looked at what was in her hands. "May we help you with something?"

"I uh, I can help you." Willow held out the pouch, and Angel carefully accepted it with a raised eyebrow. "I um, I read up about vampires who get hurt, o-or starved, because that's what Spike is like right now? So, I found these different herbs and stuff, a-and if you mix it in the blood you give him, it should help accelerate his healing."

"You did this for him?" Angel is surprised as he opens it, seeing varying bags filled with dried powders labeled for a feeding schedule.

"I may not like him, n-not that it's like a bad thing, but no one deserves to be starved, you know?"

"...thank you, this is very sweet of you." Angel's praise was soft, making Willow blush a little bit, and he gently reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

"L-Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

"Will do." He nodded, and Willow wandered off to join Xander on the couch.

"She's still such a lovely girl." Wesley hummed, glancing down at his books.

"That she is." Angel shook the bag before closing it back up, stowing it in his breast pocket for later. "Was Cordy really worried that I was going to hurt the kid?"

"Well, yes?" Wesley coughed, avoiding his gaze. "Angel, may I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." Angel leaned against the closest wall with his arms crossed.

"You hate Spike, don't you?" Wesley began cautiously, heart thudding in his chest as he kept his gaze away. "You're quite upset with his state however, helping him despite the fact he nearly tried to kill you, so I must ask...why?"

"Hate is not the word I'd use." Angel sighed, closing his eyes briefly as Wesley watched without a word. "As much as he's done a lot to cause pain and irritation, Spike is family, the blood we share supersedes everything. I can't explain it in ways you'd understand, but he's a childe of mine, and I just...have to help."

"I'd say I understand, but for the most part I don't." The former Watcher winced as he scrambled for the right words. "You know I follow where you lead."

"I know, and I really can't thank you both for leaving everything to come with." Angel gave him a small smile, missing the look of surprise from Buffy across the room.

"Speaking of Mr. Hair dye, what are we going to do with him?" Cordelia asked, the conversation with Xander and Willow having trailed off as both men looked over. "I mean, I don't think we can exactly leave him here, not with the government doing all their...wait, what are you doing anyways?" Cordelia looked behind her, Riley once again squirming in discomfort.

"We -" He glanced over at Buffy, who just squeezed his hand. "I can't disclose government information to civilians."

"We don't need a whole dossier." Angel crossed his arms, his words twinged with a growl that had everyone sitting up a but straighter. "What. Do. You. People. Do."

"Learn about the enemy." Riley's response is terse, and he's trained his gaze on the floor.

The silence could cut through steel.

"By any means necessary, right?" Willow crossed her arms as Giles did the same. "That's horrible."

"I just help keep the peace."

"By hunting down demons for capture." Angel filled in the blanks, rather unimpressed.

"...that's the crux of it."

The silence dominates once more.

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The sounds of the shower alert Angel Spike is once again awake when he returns shortly before dawn, the older drawing curtains closed to make sure the main area was kept from the sun. His jacket is slung over the back of the couch, the torn duster carefully spread over the coffee table and cleaned at the least, judging by some blood-soaked gauze tossed to the side. Angel scoops up the trash and tosses it before going to the half-emptied duffle from earlier, pulling out the several types of sewing kits and varying thread he'd scooped up earlier to place them beside the familiar jacket.

"Reckon I can fix it."

"Most likely." There's a small grunt of acknowledgment as Spike retreats back into the bedroom, Angel moving to get himself a mug and Spike two of blood. The powder Willow had given him mixed in with ease, and by the time Spike returned with clothes that shouldn't have been loose, Angel is offering his mug.

"Cheers." Spike raised in before his face changed with a slight wince, looking down at the blood in hesitation before bringing the cup to his lips and taking a large sip. Whatever reservations there could have faded when Spike chugs, reaching for the second mug before he has enough time to set down the first.

"Ease up, I'm not cleaning up vomit." Angel rolls his eyes when the other gives a grumpy growl, but slows down as his grandsire scoops up the empty mug and takes it to the sink.

"Dunno what's in this, tastes bloody amazin'." The smaller man hums, one hand snatching Angel's jacket and draping it over himself like a blanket.

"Healing powder, though I don't think it tastes like anything." Spike grumbles something he can't quite hear, but a quick peek shows that the other keeps drinking. "Do you need more?"

"No, likely going to be sick if I do." Spike is lying, he could drink for days, but his stomach decides it doesn't want to listen as it roils at the first decent meal in ages. "Bloody soldiers."

"I met one, dating Buffy of all people." Angel tries to not sound irritated, but Spike giggles. "He hasn't said much. Yet."

"You'll make him sing, peaches." Spike sets the mostly drained cup on the coffee table before tucking his legs underneath the coat.

He's so bloody tired.

"I know I will." Angel isn't much warmer than he is, Spike's mind supplies, but it feels like the arm that magically appears around his shoulder is as warm as the sun. "You need to rest."

"Can't, not for long." Spike mumbles, rubbing his cheek against Angel's shirt unconsciously. "They'll find me..."

"No, they won't." The pompous voice is so soft, so gentle, and Spike wonders what he's done to deserve it. "You can rest, I'll be on the lookout."

"You can't lookout for shit." Spike tries to keep his eyes open, but the task is herculean.

"I'll get by." There is the soft voice again, and now a hand is running through his curly hair. "Sleep."

For once, Spike listens.

#buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #spike #spike btvs #angel #angel btvs #cordelia chase #wesley wyndam pryce #xander harris #willow rosenberg #rupert giles #riley finn #spangle #angel x spike #season 4

[taduki]

The M6 w/ an MC who gives them books to read

This headcanon post includes books for each character !! I’ve only read a couple of these books so sorry if they’re not good or fitting……… Please enjoy !! I put lots of time into it, and I STILL want to write more on these entries !!! Alas, I will save my energy for another headcanon perhaps. :)

Asra

They were open to reading long before you met them, and you found they were HUGE on comedy books.

Their favorite one you've given them is "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell. When they finished it, they lent/bought a copy to give to Aisha and Salim, and it was a fantastic decision because they fell in love with it too. Now when they come over to visit, their conversations are full of inside jokes and laugh attacks.

When you give them a good, new book, the next few reading sessions are filled with Asra’s cackling and giggles. They are so excited to read bits and pieces to you, but if it's really bad, they'll be trying to explain it to you for like ten minutes between laughs and gasps for air.

Sometimes, they’ll stray from their usual genre and try something new like thriller, but they find those are too serious for them. They’re looking for fun!! Laughs !! Sillies !! Eventually, they find one or two books they like with serious undertones and those are the ones that they hold so dear to them.

Asra struggles to find good enough books for themself, as adventurous as they are. That’s why they hold your recommendations to such high opinion. You know where to find the best ones for them.

Julian

Julian’s choice of fiction books either range from, “Who makes this stuff?”, to, “What kind of genius wrote this?!”

Definitely likes to read fun and weird screenplays like “Some Like it Hot (1959)” by Billy Wilder and I. A. L. Diamond so you two can act out the scenes.

For the most part, he does prefer nonfiction books, particularly encyclopedias.

He never wants to go anywhere near a textbook about biology ever again!! He says as he picks up books about flora… He was referring to animals, of course. He’ll pull you over to the side of a road just to inspect a seemingly normal weed, and that is in fact what it will turn out to be.

It’s becoming a scavenger hunt for him, so if you indulge him, you’ll draw little stars or check marks on the ones he’s seen already. It may save you time if he’s not that interested in those particular ones. Otherwise, be prepared for a full day trip around Vesuvia.

He’s bought so many different encyclopedias about the same things, you’re not sure about specific favorites, but they tend to be of the thicker variety with many pictures.

You have to give it to him though. Sometimes he comes across the most amazing things. Besides flaming flowers and clouds that chase each other, you’ve seen trees with branches in such formations that they sing when the wind blows. He wants to show you the world…

Portia

Her favorite from your recommendations is still “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd, as mentioned before.

Gossip. Gossip and DRAMA.

If the Palace drama wasn't enough, you've opened up a whole new world to her. Fictional drama is so juicy and unbelievable, she is so entertained. When she gets really into it, she likes to rant about the crazy stuff like, "I can't believe she picked him over the emperor! He's so much nicer to her, but no00000! Now she has to deal with this new guy and his jealous ex."

Sometimes you're not completely sure what goes on in those books... But you're happy for her nonetheless.

There are occasional sob sessions while you two popcorn read. She requires time to recover before she starts another book because some of the books she reads have emotionally taxing endings.

But for the most part, your popcorn reads consist of comically dramatic acting, courtesy of Julian’s influence. You’re pretty sure she’s just making fun of him…

Pepi likes to block Portia's field of vision when she reads. She sniffs each page turn and if Portia's not careful enough, she will pounce on the book like it's a toy and rip a page.

Nadia

It would be surprising to recommend a book she HASN'T read yet.

She is used to high literature, so you thought about bringing her books from the shop, but it turns out she's fairly knowledgeable and politely uninterested about the contents of the ones you suggested. She was looking for more fiction than magic journals. (She is afraid of looking at a spell the wrong way, lest it activate).

You go back and forth with her on which ones she’s read and what types she’s interested in, and you just about run out of ideas until you dig up a book Asra had tucked away called “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Asra found it hard to read but didn’t feel like returning it that day, so they just shelved it and hadn’t touched it since.

She gets started on it during her free time and finds it very easy to read, but she didn’t like it. It had some nice quotes here and there, but most of the book was just preaching and buzzwords to her. It felt like waiting through a really long and unnecessary speech at wedding ceremony. And don’t even get her started on the contents!! The material is unrealistic, insensitive, and — oh dear, she’s ranting.

The experience ends with Nadia slowly growing a penchant for trash novels she isn’t actually interested in…

To curb her junk fiction fix, she opts to reread books you recommended previously. Whenever you have a reading session in the library or just a moment together, she likes to ask for your thoughts on specific parts and what she thought of them as well. Her thoughts are rarely anything bad with your taste though, so much so she can’t decide which suggestions are her favorites! She likes seeing into a little part of your brain that makes you who you are.

Muriel

Picture books of animals doing human things… He has no favorite either! It could literally be from “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” to “Peter Rabbit”.

It’s not that he doesn’t like reading novels! He just prefers things he can see in front of him, like you like drawings and his carvings. He finds it hard to visualize certain things, especially if they’re things he’s never seen nor imagined before.

If you can draw, you could read him stories like that, but whether you can or can’t, Muriel might still be confused…

So, you tried another alternative. You learned to create figures with your magic! You already knew some basic knowledge on it, but you couldn’t have a handle on the image for too long, much less while reading something.

After months of work and patience (and Muriel’s DELECTABLE food), you managed to read one page straight while visualizing it in front of you like a movie. When you finally tell him, he’s still confused but also incredibly flustered that you spent so much time and energy on this. You tried keeping it a surprise, going into the forest to practice, but he definitely went looking for you a couple of times. The first time was because he was worried. The next few times were just to see how you were coming along. He never told you though. He wanted to see you happy for when you showed him the final product.

When the time came to finally watch your “movie”, he prepared some snacks and the comfiest furs in the hut, and waited for you to feel comfortable enough. You had been working on this for a while. It was only natural that you’d feel nervous. When you opened the book and began to read, Inanna definitely tried to bark the apparition away, but once she calmed down, you read the book to him, making the room a real life movie. He was positively enchanted…

When you feel too tired to read on, Muriel gently holds your hand to reassure you this is more than enough and lets you rest on him. He already feels like the luckiest guy in the world. Now, he must be the luckiest guy in the universe.

Lucio

It’s apparent to you that he is not much of a literary scholar. He claims it’s because he’d probably rip the pages with his arm.

Reading still wasn’t much of his thing even after you guys got together, so as a joke, you bought him a children’s book, one of the big, flat ones with pictures of mice in cute human clothes, and he was unamused.

He didn’t want anything to do with it. In fact, he didn’t even want to go near it. Until one fateful day when you’re away, Lucio gets curious and opens the book up to the first page (after mentally arguing with it for a while), and MELTS upon seeing the cute little mice waiting for the mama mouse to finish cooking supper. He got so invested and was oh so disappointed in how short it was. He wanted more, but was way too embarrassed to admit it.

Every time you took him to a bookstore to look for your own thing, he’d let his guard slip and eye the children’s section for a second.

You didn’t notice for a while, but when you did, you bought another one for him in secret and placed it right next to the first book. Eventually, he snuck over to reread the first one and was absolutely delighted to find a new one.

It becomes a cycle until he is reassured enough that he can buy his own books and read them next to you, regardless of contents. Every week, he’s upgrading to a slightly longer children’s book, or even a new series. He finds them fun and sometimes healing. His favorite book(s)? “Dork Diaries” by Rachel Renée Russell, and nobody can tell me otherwise.

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #nadia satrinava #the arcana hc #portia the arcana #the arcana game #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #lucio montag #julian devorak #the arcana julian #the arcana imagines #portia devorak #ilya devorak

[lorata]

Part 3 of Incorrect Loraverse Quotes (including characters from @kawuli @penfoldx and xanify)

Dash: Don't kill me, I'm married! I have wives at home!

Criminal: Do you think I care?

Dash: No, you don't understand. This is not a plea for mercy, this is a warning.

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Eibhlin: Beetee, I'm not saying you took it and I'm not saying you didn't, but ever since you came over for dinner, we've been missing a silver plate.

Beetee: I'm not saying you and Claudius are more than "normal buddies" and I'm not saying you're not, but if you'd have slept in your own bed in the last two weeks, you would've found the plate under your pillow.

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Paul: HELP! I TOLD JULIA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Joseph, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

(this is canon I don't care)

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Joseph:*finishes reading the book* Sleep. Now.

Baby Alec: But there might be scary monsters under my bed!

Joseph: Scarier than your mother?

Baby Alec: Okay fair point

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Creed/Dash/Claudius: You have to apologize to them.

Selene Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the woman you fell in love with!

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Brutus: This is not the time for your shenanigans.

Misha: Technically it was a single shenanigan. More of a hijink really.

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Joseph: The difference between you and me is that I do nothing to hide my affection while you pretend it's a coincidence you're in the same room as me 97% of the time.

Adora: The fact that I'm laying on you means nothing.

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Alec: Are you.... sure this is safe?

Selene: I never once said that. 

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Sara: We’re having fun, aren’t we Alister?

Alister: I’ve never been more stressed in my entire life  

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[after sparring match]

Alec: *sweating in workout gear* Do you want some water?

Jake: *whispering* I'm so gay.

Alec: What?

Jake: I AM OKAY!

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Joseph: Beat three eggs???

Adora: It means like, hand-to-hand combat

Paul: Oooh that makes sense

Julia: All of you get the hell out of my kitchen.

(I also considered doing this with Devon, Misha, Petra, and Emory but I am still laughing at Julia being the only one of the parents who can cook)

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Emory: I just had a long talk with Misha, Devon, Claudius, and Petra about hitting and now they are yelling "It’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence" before hitting each other.

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Devon, texting: Hey, who's this? Misha changed all my contacts to magical creatures.

Person: What's mine?

Devon: "Halfling".

Person: I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Devon: Oh, hey Petra

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Marius: Congratulations. You’ve just won gold, silver, and bronze in the Morons' Olympics!

Selene:

Dash:

Claudius:

Selene: …Who won the gold?

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Hera: Odin would get mugged and say some shit like “Unhand me right this instant”

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Brutus: What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to say to someone?

Devon: I care about you

Misha: Worcestershire

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Selene: I love making men giggle. Like was that funny baby girl…

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Devon in residential: Making things more interesting by going up to people and saying “I just want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here”

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Adora: He told me his love language is physical touch so I swung on him

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Devon: So I’ve decided to start dating Misha. Thoughts?

Brutus: And prayers.

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Lyme @ Cecelia: Don’t bring your baby to Mentor Central unless you want me to offer him whiskey

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Misha: went to therapy for the first time and cracked a joke and the therapist just started writing faster what the hell was that??

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Callista: Why are threesomes only for sex? Why can’t I join in a couple’s argument if I want to?

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Claudius: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’  that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are. 

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Misha: Trauma? Oh you mean the reason I’m hilarious?

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Claudius: I like my women like my woods, haunted & could kill me any moment

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Callista: They hate me for being a slut tbh and maybe also the killings too but that seems unlikely

*from pathologising

INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING SPECTACULAR

#wmbk incorrect quotes #lorata answers #anonymous

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

a big little post

heya!

six months. jesus, that's a while. at least, a while to not have lost focus. and i'm still kicking! sooo~, as a little thanks for sticking around with my silly little story, there's a few things i want to share! :3

1) splinters of madness is not just one story :3c

if you've been paying attention recently, you may have noticed a slight change on ao3 where i added splinters to a series. that's because there's a lot more stories i want to tell that both add and contrast to what's going on in the main story. for example, a little more backstory on fyodor and nikolai's friendship (or complication, depending on how you want to look at it), a darkest timeline two-shot, and nikolai's play rehearsals! perhaps, we can get to know chuuya's brother a little better before he passes from his point of view!

these are definitely not all of the additional content im planning, but it's some that you can look forward to!

2) things that were supposed to happen... and then, uh, didn't

i tend to complain quite a bit about things going awry when im writing splinters (well, not complain, but ykw i mean), and there's a few things that just, was planned and then the characters went "lmao, fuck you". so! here's a few of them!

chapter 5

nikolai hairflip

mori appearance -> appeared in the following chapter instead

"That's the chibi I know!" -> yeah no. nope im okay with this not making it in

atsushi getting his book back. rip

chapter 6

dazai was in fact supposed to go to the corn maze with fyolai and sigma, but for a variety of reasons, it just didn't happen. unseen and unsaid, sigma also didn't go to the corn maze! you can imagine that nikolai was a lot nicer about it to them than he was to dazai, lmao

sigzai kiss :( womp womp

soukoku making out in the boiler room

the ada at the football game

general

chuuya going to see halloween with dazai

3) and... a preview of chapter 7 :3 formatting's a little fucked, but it's also on ao3!

Veronica. Finally. I got a note of Kurt Kelly’s. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt’s handwriting and we’ll slip it into Martha Dumptruck’s lunch tray.

Shit, Heather, I don’t have anything against Martha Dunnstock.

You don’t have anything for her either. Come on, it’ll be very.

- Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer

--

Dazai drags Chuuya into a hug, getting a surprised yelp out of him. “After all, we’re friends, and friends listen to each other.”

Chuuya’s stiff for a few seconds before he melts into the hug, and his arms wrap around Dazai, too.

“Right… friends.”

His fingers stray into Dazai’s hair, his fingers tangling around the locks, and Dazai gives a surprised gasp as Chuuya yanks at it. “But… what if I want to be more than friends?” he whispers into his ear, his breath hot against it.

“Wh-what?”

Dazai shudders and tilts his head up as a wet tongue slides up his neck, finishing its trail with a kiss. “You heard me, Dazai Osamu. What if I want to… date you?”

He can’t help but laugh nervously at that. “D-date me? Chuuya needs higher expectations—”

Chuuya pulls him out of the hug into a dip, Dazai’s hands frantically moving to clutch on for security. Chuuya smirks down at him. “What if I want to make you mine?”

“Chuuya, I—”

“What if I want… to kiss you?”

Dazai gasps, his face red and heated. “Ch-Chuuya…”

Chuuya grins as he lowers closer and closer to Dazai’s lips, his lashes fluttering as his eyes become half-lidded. Dazai feels himself closing his own eyes, his lips pursing for the kiss…

And when his eyes open again, it’s to the ceiling of his room, his sleep mask having slipped off at some point in the night.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

With a grumble, Dazai flips to his side, kicking off the remnants of his blankets—most of them had gotten kicked around anyways during his sleep—and lays there, gazing at his desk, where two books sit. One, of course, is the one he puts most of his deepest thoughts in, sitting opened with the bookmark in, his pen and monocle lying next to it. The other is Atsushi’s weird white novel, which—

“Ah, shit…” he groans, pushing his face into the mattress.

Atsushi was supposed to pick up his book yesterday. But Dazai wasn’t home, because he decided to have the dinner-from-hell with his not-crush and his not-crush’s father. So, Atsushi wasn’t able to get it despite having asked for it.

Am I the worst friend ever or what?

I should go over to my desk and hit my head as hard as I can into the corner.

Fuck!

Dazai slowly slides out of his bed onto the floor, landing on top of various clothes, including… including Kunikida’s green sweatshirt. He awkwardly manipulates it out from underneath him before holding it up above him, sighing as he gazes at it.

“Katai probably would like you now,” he murmurs, running his fingers over the cuffs in circular motions. The fabric feels soft, smooth from age under the pads of his thumbs, and Dazai knows if he smelled it, it would still have that whiff of Kunikida’s cologne and deodorant on it. And the thing is, maybe he should give it to Kunikida. Or give it directly to Katai.

But he doesn’t want to. He “stole” it from Kunikida, therefore, it’s his. And it’s not like Kunikida has asked for it back. Though, perhaps he doesn’t remember that Dazai has it. But that’s not the point.

Yeah, Kunikida’s not getting this back, and Katai isn’t getting it, either. It’s Dazai’s, whether Kunikida knows it or not.

He glances towards his desk once more, trying to ignore thoughts of… unpleasant thoughts—

Hit your head. Impale. Smash it into the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

For fuck’s sake.

I want to write.

Hit your head. Hit it. Hit it against the corner. Hit it. Hit it. Hit it.

I want to write.

Kill yourself.

“I am losing my mind.” With a frustrated hiss, Dazai pushes himself to his feet, and tiredly stumbles towards his desk, his hand gripping the corner tightly so he can’t see it anymore. He shoves himself past it, then flops into the seat, picking up the pen, and starting a new entry.

Dear Diary,

October 12, 1989

I sure love thinking about killing myself. It’s my favorite.

Anyways, had a dream about Chuuya. Wonderful. I dreamed that last night, instead of us just saying goodbye, he kissed me.

He stops writing for a second, sighing as he presses his fingers sadly to his lips.

Well, almost. He almost kissed me. He was so fucking close. We almost kissed. But it’s not romantic, of course. I think about kissing my friends all the time.

Hell, I’ve thought about kissing Kunikida. Thinking about Chuuya like this isn’t any different. This isn’t romantic. I am not in denial.

Dazai smacks his head into his diary, groaning. “Fuuuck.”

Not in denial. Nope. Not in denial. I am so not in denial. Why would I be in denial? Boys kissing boys—it doesn’t have to be romantic! No! And it’s not because I think I’m not gay—I am, but not for them! It’s different! It’s totally different!

…I’m going to lose it.

- Dazai

#original post #fic: splinters of madness #happy six months yall! hope you enjoy this silly little post :3

[koneko-pi]

Silver Season

Chapter Two: Dungeon Chills

Nozel brings Briar along to investigate the attacked village

The Silver Eagles training room was more like a massive arena than anything else. It was about the same size and shape of the Magic Knights exam field, but with a more Coliseum feel to it. With its high balconies for onlookers to watch, made of more white stone, open ceiling and a large sandy floor where Briar and Solid currently stood across from one another.

"Is Solid really doing this?" Nebra let out a sigh. She was seated in a comfortable plush chair in one of the nicer overlooking balconies. Others from the squad and a few visitors from noble houses had also all gathered around the stands to see what was going on. "She's got no Grimoire, how could she possibly cast any spells to defend herself against a Noble."

Nozel had no response to his younger sister's comment. While he also agreed the woman not having a book made this sparring match feel very one sided… he was certain he sensed mana within her. She wasn't the same as Asta, who had nothing at all, magic still coursed through her body. So did she simply choose to not carry her book around? Had she spent so much time at her little workbench that she thought she didn't need it?

"A fool…" he muttered to himself. Trying to distract himself from the fact that she had so quickly filled his mind with questions. He would let Solid have his fun with her, teach her a lesson, and then request a new Researcher from Julius under the pretense that this one was heavily unqualified.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Solid grinned as he brandished a hand in her direction. His grimoire fluttered around behind him. "Challenging a member of House Silva could cost you your job, you know."

Briar wasn't even looking at him, which had really irritated Solid. She was pulling her dagger off her back and was clipping its scabbard into place. She gave it a few testing swings to make sure the blades sheath wouldn't come off on accident.

"Did you hear me PEASANT?" he shouted at her, flaring his mana in an attempt to intimidate her but she swung her arm down and it was like the mana suddenly dispersed around her.

"What was that…" Nozel squinted, knowing full well he would have been the only one there to even catch that detail.

"Are you dumber than you look?" Briar shot back at him after she waved away some dust in her face.

"What did you say…" Solid hissed angrily, water was already beginning to build up around him.

"Look, I'm not good at banter." His new enemy sighed. "I know you want to toy with me like some sadistic cat would with a mouse, so can you get it over with."

"Surely she's stupid." Nebra couldn't contain her laugh. She was well aware of Solids nature and she still egged him on like that? Poor girl wasn't going to stand a chance.

"You pompous, rat." Solid hissed and threw a hand out. "You'll regret challenging me!"

From the ground around his feet burst forth a snake, made entirely of water, and shot out towards the woman. As it moved to her she also lunged forward-

Nozels eyes slowly widened.

The woman moved quickly, slipping under and around the spell to get up into Solid's space, the man's eyes wide with shock at her sudden appearance. "What-" before he could finish his sentence she raised her arm, her wide eyes locked onto his, before she cracked her scabbard across Solid's chin.

The water spell behind Briar immediately disintegrated as Solid stumbled back.

"What just happened?" Nebra was now standing, hands on the railing as she leaned forward to get a better look. "Solid! What are you doing!?"

"Its over." Nozel huffed as he turned and walked away.

"What?" Nebra watched her brother with wide eyes before turning back to look and…

Solid's grimoire shut then hit the ground. His eyes became hazy before rolling back into his head and he hit the ground knees first.

Briar grabbed his shoulder to stop him from toppling forward. "He should be fine." She muttered to herself. "Just rattled his brain a little."

Others quickly came out to grab hold of him, check on him and make sure he wasn't in need of healing.

Walking back to one of the entrances of the arena Briar walked right up to Nozel, who was waiting for her in the archway.

"Have I proven I'm not easy to get rid of yet?" She said with a tilt of her head. "I can assure you I am not defenseless."

She had good instincts… so good even…

"How did you dodge his spell?" Nozel already suspected the answer, but he wanted to hear it himself.

"Anyone can dodge a spell with enough practice."

"Not like that." He narrowed his eyes. "You saw something."

Briar stared at him, the look in her eyes made him think she was debating on whether or not to tell him at all.

"Mana has a flow." She finally responded. "In everything, not just spells. The ground, the walls that surround you, plants and such. If you learn to see it and read it you can be surprised at what you can do."

He had been correct. This woman was acutely in tune with Mana, and could probably sense it to an insane degree. She had slashed through the mana in the air to dispel it. No… It wasn't like that Black Bull, she had just asserted her own mana in the cut to redirect Solid's to go around her. And she had seen the coil of the serpent- following its flow in reverse like riding a wave to get up close to Solid without injury.

With a skill like that, and so finely tuned, why was she not using her grimoire. Everything about this woman had Nozel's instinct screaming to be weary, and he was supposed to be working with her for this mission?

"Why don't you have your book?" He asked more firmly, stepping in her way when she assumed the conversation was done and she tried to move on.

"I don't have a grimoire." Her expression changed into an irritated glare.

"You have Mana, but you don't have A grimoire? Impossible." He glared right back at her.

The two stared at each other, a spark between them had many others looking over wonder if Nozel would take the tense moment as an opportunity to avenge his brother's pride.

"You and I are still strangers." Briar finally broke the line between them. "I have no obligation to share anything personal with you, we're just working together under the Wizard King's orders. So may I please pass to prepare for our little excursion?"

Nozel did not like ending this conversation like that. He didn't like the idea of such a mysterious entity lurking under the Silver Eagle's roof with some free reign… but she was right, despite how foul he felt admitting it to himself, he could not force her to talk about herself. All he could do was try and replace her.

So he stepped to the side. She stared him down one last time before walking past and disappearing down the hall.

"Is everything alright?" Nebra asked as she hurried up to Nozel, having already checked on Solid.

"Fine. How is Solid?"

"Just unconscious." She clicked her tongue. "She hit him just right so that he fell unconscious. She must be a brute to hit him that hard." A look of disgust grew across her face. "Honestly, to fight like that… What is she, a barbarian?"

"Be weary of her."

"Eh?" Nebra looked up at her brother to see he was still staring down the hall.

"I don't trust her." Was all he said to finish his sentence before he too was walking away. "And make sure Solid gets extra training. I don't want another incident like that again."

Nozel won't have this stranger embarrass house Silva again.

"Based on the Report the Green Mantis' had written after dealing with the issue, the Ants had shown up suddenly in the middle of the day. A man had been minding his own business in a field, tilling and doing work, when his foot got caught in some kind of hole. Little did he know the hole was a gaping mouth. His scream alerted the rest of the villagers but it was already to late, a hoard of the beasts had burst forth from the ground and-"

"That's enough." Nozel sighed loudly enough to interrupt Briar and her retelling of the events. Like anyone had to guess what happened given the state of things.

The following day the Eagles had set out, some wishing Briar's arrival was just a horrible dream but alas, she was here to stay.

Solid particularly had pitched the biggest fit when Nozel had demanded he stay put after his embarrassing defeat.

"It was a fluke! You know I'm better than that, why do I have to stay behind!?"

"To improve on your reflexes." Nozel glared down at his little brother, who shrank under his gaze. "Now get GOING."

The boys dejected and defeated expression was one to be remembered, given his awful reputation.

It was not hard to pick out which village they were supposed to be investigating. The whole village looked like it had been invaded; buildings broken with things strewn about, windows shattered, gardens upturned, the field that normally grew their food was also in tatters, torn apart with not a speck of food left in sight. Spatterings of red and green across the ground… the only signs of life were the occasional scavenger birds flying in to peck at what they hoped was a meal.

"What happened to the villagers?" A brown haired knight approached Briar who currently held all the documents in her hand. The woman flipped through her papers, a solemn look on her face. "Survivors were rushed to the next village for treatment. As for the others…" She turned her head to a massive ditch in the middle of what had once been a cabbage field.

The eagle grimaced at the thought.

"I don't see any ant bodies." Nebra hummed as she walked around. She kicked a child's toy out of her way and into a desolate home.

"Aside from the ones the Mantis squad took in, It's possible they too were eaten."

"What?" The Silva looked at Briar in disgust.

"They came out for food." Her cream colored eyes looked around at everything. "The people ran off, the field was eaten. What was left other than the bodies of their own?"

"Disgusting savages..."

"Their animals, Nebra, what more could you expect." Briar turned away from the noble, finding her comments to be not only unnecessary, but headache inducing. She instead entered a nearby house.

It was dark and abandoned, food scattered across the ground where the table had been knocked over in some attempt to shield the occupants from intruders. The woman stared at a dried up, red, stain on the ground before she bent down to pick up a picture frame that had been broken on the ground.

Dusting it off, she tugged the photo out of its broken frame. The image was a small painting, something that was expensive for people living all the way out here, of a family of four. Mother, father and two sons all posed in a picnic-like setting, likely here in this very village. Her eyes glanced once more to the stained floor before she folded the picture up and tucked it away. It took a lot of focus to try and not think about which of them that could have been. Looking around the house, with its tiny rooms and little furniture she felt confused.

Briar was not afraid to fling open dressers, check under beds or up into dark spaces. She wasn't someone to be easily spooked by quick dim corners. What did make the hairs rise on the back of her neck though was the unmissable feeling of being watched. Yet she found nothing but broken items and overturned furniture.

"Suspicious…" was all she said as she turned to leave the home and move onto the next.

All the other houses were the same. Evidence of struggles, evidence of tragedy, and not a single person or ant to be found. Even with all the eagles exploring and digging through homes and rubble they found nothing, and without anything to go off of it wouldn't be very easy to find the nest. If they had one…

Coming out of the last house Brair noticed drag marks. As she looked up and around the village she saw several more, they came from different homes and locations but all of them converged onto one path and that led to…

A barn.

In a situation like this the villagers would have likely abandoned their cattle and animals for their own lives, but there wasn't an animal to be found. Not outside, and certainly not inside. In fact she couldn't see anything inside the barn at all; it was a wide opening with double doors swung open, which would have allowed plenty of sunlight to stream inside to see the ground, support beams, corral or hell, even the wall in the back.

But inches past the doorway was nothing but ominous darkness. Not a single bit of light seemed to penetrate it so all that swam before her was an inky blackness, and it made the hairs on Briar's neck stand on end. She looked worried as she reached for it slowly…

"Woman."

Briar jolted when someone suddenly called for her. She slowly turned around and her unease was replaced with irritation at the sight of that stupid braid. "I have a name." she responded shortly back to him.

"I'm aware." Nozel responded curtly. "What are you doing." The look on his face told her he thought she must be doing something foolish.

"I sense odd magic here." She gestured to the barn and took a step back when Nozel moved closer to investigate himself. He looked around-

"What are you talking about?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Do you not see it?" Now she seemed concerned as she once again stared into what felt like a black abyss.

The man let out a breath of air before peering down his nose at the woman. "I understand you don't like being here as much as I don't like working with a peasant, it's nothing but a headache for all of us." Briar's eyebrow twitched. If the man didn't always act like a stick was up his butt all the time maybe she wouldn't butt heads with him. "But do not waste my time." He punctuated the last words with an angry hiss before turning around with a flourish of his cloak, it nearly hit her across the face and she had to lean back with wide eyes.

"We're investigating the pit. Come." He didn't bother waiting for her as he went on his way.

Briar slowly held up a shaking fist as a vein throbbed in her cheek. "If that's how it's going to be…"

All the eagles were standing in the field. No bit of greenery was left and dead center to it was a massive pit. The inside was concave, giving it an inverted cone-like appearance, and was less like soft dirt and more like sand. The diameter of it was almost ten feet by the look of it, and it looked almost as deep. One eagle took a tentative step forward to try and peer inside, but quickly back pedaled when the fragile dirt along the edge slid down into the center.

"Imbecile." Nebra clicked her tongue.

"What did you find." Nozel asked as he approached with his unfortunate partner behind him.

"This pit isn't the only one, sir." Nils informed his Captain of their findings. "Besides this one we have found six others. While they vary in size they all appear to serve the same purpose."

"And what do you think that is?" Briar asked curiously.

The silver eagle glanced at Nozel, as if asking for permission to tell her, which just further irritated her. The captain gave a nod, also wanting to hear and Nils cleared his throat. "We think this was how they got in. They must have some kind of earth affinity. All the pits have the same sand-like texture and the ground crumbles easily when touched."

"As Simon wonderfully demonstrated." Nebra giggled behind her hand while the mage in question shot her a dirty look.

"Why don't you show him yourself, Nebra." Simon gave a strained grin. "I'm sure your brother would appreciate your initiative."

"Are you implying I'm not pulling my weight?" The woman growled back.

As the two began bickering to one another Nozel turned to the mage next to him. "Curtis."

The man jolted at suddenly being addressed. "S-sir." But was at the ready for whatever his Captain needed.

The Silva held a hand up. "Give me something to throw."

Curtis was confused but didn't hesitate. With magic he created a small sphere made of stone and offered it to him.

Nozel weighed it for a moment before he tossed it down into the pit. Sand fell down with the stone before it rolled to a stop in the middle-

And a set of pincers snapped onto it and drug it down.

"Oh…" the eagles watching looked concerned.

"It's a trap." Nozel confirmed.

"It's not just a trap…" Briar was looking up and over the field, barely seeing a couple of the others that the squad had mentioned. "It's a nest."

"What!?" Nils whipped his head to the woman, but before anyone could question her further the sound of Liquid metal drew their attention. Silver hung in the air above the pit, melting and taking shape into three long spears. Nozel's face gave the briefest of twitches before there was a flash and all three weapons plunged down into the center of the pit.

The air was filled with a loud and drawn out squeal. One spear dug in a little deeper and the sound was cut off.

Raising his hand, Nozel pulled the now dead insect from within its nest. It was pierced with all three spears and dripping a foul smelling green fluid. Looking almost exactly the same as the one Jack had brought Nozel began to get increasingly concerned.

"Woman." He turned and the spears brought the dead insect closer so it could hover in front of Briar.

Her expression twisted in disgust as she leaned away from the foul stench the body gave off. She didn't need to ask to know what he expected of her. With a sigh she took a breath of fresh air, rolled up her sleeves and started grabbing at and moving around parts. Sometimes even removing a spear to plunge a hand into its carapace.

Nebra gagged and turned away, she was too close to throwing up all her breakfast. "Oh my GOD." She heaved. "You're disgusting, I can't believe you're doing that!"

"It's not that bad." Brair huffed. She pulled a hand out, covered in green fluid- "it just smells foul. But it feels like ground meat." -and she slowly reached that hand towards the noble woman. Nebra let out a sound like a strangled cat before she quickly scrambled away. Brair looked smug.

"Stop being childish." Nozel glared at the pair of them.

"You really do have a stick up your butt, huh." Briar jabbed at him with her words and his glare intensified.

"What did you-"

"ANYWAY-" She quickly cut him off before anything could start, which just further irritated him. It showed through the way his spears were vibrating.

Briar flicked the fluid and gunk from her hands till she was satisfied. "This is just a younger stage. I wouldn't call it a larva, but it's not an adult either."

"So these animals came in from somewhere else, and set up a nest?" Nils asked, he had his cloak over his mouth to try and stifle the stench.

"It's possible." The woman took his cloak and wiped her hands completely clean.

"Hey-!"

"But we haven't seen any record of these beasts before."

"Any wild lands are too far." Nozel, finally done with it, tossed the animal back into its pit, where it slowly sank out of sight. "Several miles in any direction is farm land and villages. We are not close enough to the Neutral Zones border for them to have come from there."

He was right. That thought had Briar scratching at her chin as she tried to deduce what was going on. The Neutral Zone was one of the more favored places for her people to study. It was named "Neutral Zone" because no kingdom would dare to expand their lands into it, even a place like Heart Kingdom who was bountiful in magic and manpower didn't dare try their hands at the dense forested areas. This was because the Neutral zone was wrought with grand magic zones, and the flora and fauna in those areas have been twisted and evolved to survive it, leading to things like man eating plants or dragon esque reptiles. It was a highly dangerous place to live in, only the witches had really found a way to live in harmony within their area, and even then it was more tame compared to some places.

Knowing that, it wasn't hard to believe an animal like a giant man eating Ant could have come from the Neutral Zone. However Nozel had a point. The ants would have had to travel an intense distance, either above or underground and neither of those options seemed feasible.

"They had to be local then…" she concluded.

"What?" Curtis' face scrunched up in disbelief.

"They had to have been here, in the town it's the only thing that makes sense."

"What, has this village been living above an ant hill and no one knew?" It was obvious they didn't want to consider her idea. Whether it was because it sounded dumb or because it came from an outsider didn't matter to her.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" The man continued to berate Briar. "Our whole mission here could be jeopardized by-"

"Be silent." Nozel's voice suddenly cut through the start of their bickering. He was staring off at the village, but the placement of his feet had shifted into a battle ready stance.

"Sir…?" Nils asked nervously. The eagles turned to their captain and then to where he had been looking: into the village. Desolate and empty still.

A few of them didn't understand what had their captain so on edge, but got down into battle ready positions. A few grimoires flared to life as mana surrounded them.

"It's quiet." Briar concluded.

The sounds of birds and wildlife still lingering around them had completely stopped. The only sounds around them was the occasional rustle of trees from the breeze.

Briar felt a twinge in her back and slowly her hand moved back to grab hold of the hilt of her knife. The air was so still and silent you could hear the snap of her undoing its safety clasp.

One of the nearby houses burst into debris and dirt. An intense buzzing sound, like the air was vibrating, surrounded them before the cloud of dirt was extinguished as something came flying at them.

"Look out-!" Nozel turned to cry out but whatever this thing was, was too fast.

Nebra screamed as she was snatched up, dragged up into the sky and back into the village; all in a blur of purple and white. All that remained of her was the feathers used to decorate her cloak.

"Nebra!!"

The buzzing still filled the air.

"Stay together!" Briar shouted as more buildings burst around them, brown blurs zipping through the air. When one suddenly changed trajectory to the group, Briar took a step forward and planted her heel down in the dirt. Her eyes were wide like saucers but full of concentration as she yanked her blade from its sheath and flipped it around so she held it backwards; she brought it up and then down, bracing the hilt of it with her other hand as the blur screamed right past her head, nearly taking it off.

Green fluid spattered across the floor as the beast was cut straight down the middle by her dagger.

Curtis watched it hit the ground and tumble several feet away where it writhed on the ground before dying. Even with its belly cut open they could tell what it was.

Its body was longer and slimmer, built for aerial combat, with long wings and a large stinger on the end of its body. Its eyes were massive and it had pincers the size of dinner knives on its face.

It was the adult form of all the ants they'd been finding.

"Get in a circle!" Nozel shouted and all the eagles immediately moved. Their backs facing one another as they were surrounded in a flurry of buzzing and hissing.

Many of them fired off spells into the hoard that circled them but no one could manage to hit one. They all moved too fast. Nils was almost grabed by another but Nozel had acted a little faster, he noticed and created a shield just in time to deflect the angry insect up into the air. The bug stuttered in the air, like it was dazed, before joining its brethren once again.

"We can't do this!" Curtis shouted as he created a shield before another could grab him. While he went unharmed his earthen barrier shattered on impact. "Their stronger than they look!"

"Protect the group!" Nozel commanded as he threw his hands around. Around them spears and cages would appear and disappear but like others they moved too fast for him to do any real damage, let alone catch one. "Woman!" He turned his head to the Magical scholar behind him, her oddly shaped blade was gripped tightly in her hand and she was in a slight crouch but she didn't respond. "Woman- tch!" His face twisted as he felt an insect narrowly miss his midsection, his robe got torn to shreds and his abdomen was now visible through his clothing but he wasn't hurt.

'What is that idiot doing!?'

She had been the only one to hit one, was she now frozen in fear or something!? This is why desk workers should stay inside-

"Six o'clock!"

Nozel reacted immediately. His hand whipped out where a silver netting sprung to life in front of one of his men. The eagle screamed as the insect was caught, its pincers barely closing in on his chin.

"Kill it you idiot!"

"Sir!!"

His grimoire fluttered and then ice spears slipped through the openings of the cage and impaled the beast, leaving it to squirm and squeal.

Nozel's head whipped to Briar, the woman was still standing there but he could see her face was flushing with how focused she was. Her eyes were wide and seemed to be staring into space but-

"8 o'clock!!"

Another eagle created a net of silk and caught the beast, swinging it and slamming it down where curtis crushed it with a boulder.

-she was tracking them with her Mana sensing.

"Everyone focus!" Nozel shouted as his mercury melted around him, malleable and ready for use. "Listen and be ready!"

"Sir!!"

"3 o'clock!"

"9 o'clock!"

"12 o'clock!"

The pattern continued like this. The eagles would listen to Briar's shouting and whichever knight was standing in position would ready themselves with a spell. By the end of it they were surrounded by dead flying ants, with the worst injury being a long cut along Curtis midsection.

"I got you!" A younger member rushed to him, a foam building up around him to cover up the wound.

"Aah that feels good.." the man groaned as the pain began to melt away with magic.

Nozel quickly paced around them, taking in the situation and wounded. No one had been taken besides Nebra it seemed. While his demeanor remained composed, inside he was frantically itching to chase after the disgusting creature that dared to lay its hands on a Silva.

"Woman!" Nozel whipped around to face Briar. "You need to track…it…"

His voice slowly trailed away as he walked up to her.

The woman had sat down on a nearby fallen log. She looked tired and had her hand to her face, two fingers were pinching her nose closed as blood dripped down her hand and wrist.

She looked up at him, irritation mixed amongst the exhaustion.

"What." She said bluntly.

He resisted the urge to squint at her. Like he could ever be considered for a peasant, someone beneath him. "Can you function?"

She took a deep inhale before she closed her eyes. He watched, with disgust, as she blew one side of her nose out so blood hit the grass. "I can still do my job. It's been a while since I had to track something that fast before." And so many at that. She thought her eyes were going to burst with how many entities she picked up on all at once. Her power really wasn't what it used to be.

"Then we're going!" Nozel said it more to his squad than to Briar. They all gathered with a unanimous "yes sir!"

He gave the scholar another moment to collect herself. And knowing what an impatient man Nozel Silva was, Briar stood up and began the walk in the direction she knew the flying ant had taken his sister. Her heart clenched for a moment.

"This again?" Nozel narrowed his eyes at Briar. They stood once again in front of the dark, open barn doors.

"Would you wait, you impatient chicken." She snapped at him.

"W-what-!?" His face flushed, with either rage or embarrassment Briar didn't know. But the reaction from him and his squad mates, who had all gasped and taken a step back, was amusing nonetheless. "You dare to insult-"

"Stop talking!" She snapped a hand in front of his face, which just added fuel to the fire that was his fury. "Let me do my job and it will make sense, YEAH?" Her headache had made her patience run very thin, and she was not in the mood to deal with his arrogance.

The air was tense with mana, the two glaring at one another so intensely it was like electricity was flying between them.

The eagle was stupidly prideful. He didn't say anything or even turn his head away, but the brunette took the clenching of his jaw as his way of conceding to her.

"Good." She said as she put her hand down. Everyone watched as she bent down and picked up a large stone. She turned it over a few times before writing some kind of rune on it. Nozel took note of its shape, finding it much more angular when compared to their own wispy looking magic runes.

The rune glowed and then she tossed the stone into the black space.

Eyes widened as the blackness ripped like water and then retreated inwards, revealing a path into what looked like a deep and damp cave.

"What is that…" Curtis looked nervous, his eyes wide with a trickle of sweat falling down his cheek.

"It looks like a dungeon." Nils swallowed a lump in his throat.

A dungeon, way out here? And it didn't even look like a normal one, there was no grand entrance or structure. The building didn't even give off a mana signature they could sense-! But now that this woman had supposedly opened the door…

Dark mana was creeping out around them from within. It felt like a dungeon now…

"How did you know…" Nozel asked slowly.

"I tried to show it to you early." Briar didn't look at him. "You wouldn't listen."

Nozel felt his teeth grind together as he sucked in a breath to calm down. He refused to be embarrassed, how was he supposed to know, the building had looked completely normal to him at the time. But looking at it now… he saw the spatial displacement inside the barn.

A more urgent question in his mind was how was she able to see it but no one else, how did she know how to open it up?

"Nebra is inside?" He asked.

"She is." Briar was certain of it. Though she couldn't guarantee in what state.

Nozel's fists clenched. This wasn't a normal dungeon, its appearance and feel were too different from the ones they were used to seeing. He also had never heard of a dungeon housing such dangerous creatures, let alone that they could willingly leave whenever they wanted. Knowing all that… under normal circumstances, the appropriate thing to do would be to leave a few mages here, report to Julius what they had found and return with more manpower to raid it.

The threat level was that high, based on what he had seen.

But his sister….

"Are you coming?"

Nozel was snapped out of his thoughts; his squad was patiently waiting for him and Briar was standing before the entrance, watching him with arms crossed.

"You're seriously not thinking about leaving her behind right?"

It irritated him how well the woman had read his mind… but he also felt a sense of relief that he had the support.

"Of course not." His chest puffed again as all hesitation melted away from him. "Were going in, you saw what could be lurking inside. We're going in, watch your backs and do not go off alone."

"Yes sir!" His squad shouted to him, full of confidence and determination to follow him.

Nozel approached Briar and she sidestepped, making an 'after you' gesture.

"Do you know what's inside?" He whispered to her. Finding her more suspicious by the minute.

"Not from out here." She replied honestly. "Could be anything, really."

The look on her face was a mix of emotions, Nozel couldn't exactly place it. He'd have to question her later though, the longer they took the longer Nebra was by herself in there.

"Let's go." And with a flurry of his cloak he walked in, his body vanishing into the dark dungeon entrance.

His squad followed in after him, Briar went last, bringing up the rear.

But not before she gave the dungeon one last look.

The dungeon gave her chills…

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CalmWriMo Log November 2nd - Wait, wasn’t I supposed to be calm?

first log, let’s go! I’m hoping to remember to do this more often throughout the month because i loooove talking and loooooove talking about my writing also. so let’s get through this!

writing day started out great with a very quick 315 word drabble i did in my ten min break at work. a little thing about Leia, which is fun, and i’ll probably post it some of these days, even though it’s just a very very quick couple of words.

i use StimuWrite most of the time and decided to get myself a new theme pack. which is fantastic, by the way, and i really do hope they release more themes soon. absolute sucker for that stuff. the type writer noises help me focus so much and they do have a nanowrimo sale going on so i might as well grab another one of the themes if i feel like it. i think that app is single-handedly carrying me through this month

finished chapter 13! i wrote 792 words of the total 4119 this chapter currently has. the formatting is definitely wonky as fuck and i really do need to figure out how to make it look a little nicer, but the words are all there, and that’s good!

finished chapter 14 as well? somehow? im telling you, it’s the fucking stimuwrite. anyways so for the first time in my life i finished an entire chapter in one evening. it is “only” 4501 words long, but that’s good, that’s fine. i don’t want to stress myself too much about irregular chapter lengths. i’m also really glad that i have a couple of chapters in my backlog again since i am posting as i’m writing.

so on day two, in total, i’ve written: 5608 words. this is one of the most productive writing days i’ve had in a while!

now my goals for tomorrow:

since i’ve done a LOT of writing today, i’ll let myself take it slower. first priority is to edit chapter 12 as soon as i get home from work so i can post it, and then i can decide what i’m more in the mood for? i would love to get into the flow and start with chapter 15, which is gonna be a very exciting one to write for me, but i also think it’s time to focus more on the self care aspect of this whole thing, and just do some chill video game farming while listening to an audio book.

i also wanna look through the calmwrimo tag and check out what other people are up to! ive already been lurking the whole day, it’s nice to have some insight into the writerblr community!

overall i’m already. really happy with my work. just the fact that i have a specific goal in mind is motivating me to sit down and write, and i do actually love pushing myself to write just a little more, and a little more, and just a tiny little bit more. this is gonna be fun! i’m having fun! this is good! eek!

#calmwrimo #calmwrimo 2023 #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #writeblr

[thelazyhermits]

I’ve decided on how I want my Yuu’s first meeting with Leona to go since I really want to begin building that relationship before Book 2 events. I’ll put it all underneath the cut.

Yuu meets Leona on her first full day in TW, ergo the day she spends as a janitor along with Grim.

Around lunchtime, Yuu & Grim are allowed to take a break and are given some bentos by Sam whom they had been helping out at the time. 

(Even though Crowley said Sam was free to put them to work, Sam was reluctant upon seeing Yuu and figuring out she’s a girl, which no one else has figured out yet because of her large hoodie and the fact that she’s wearing a bra that keeps her chest protected and makes her appear flat-chested.

That’s why he went easy on her and Grim and also gave them some lunch bentos since the two had no idea what to do for lunch, which Sam made a mental note to complain to Crowley about later lol)

While Grim immediately inhales his bento while at Sam’s shop as Yuu is finishing up helping at the store, Yuu decides to eat her bento elsewhere once she’s sure that Sam no longer needs any help.

Eventually, Yuu finds herself at the botanical garden, and she decides to eat her lunch there. Meanwhile, Grim has curled up in her hood and has fallen asleep. 

While she’s walking around admiring the view of the botanical garden, Yuu accidentally steps on a sleeping Leona’s tail, waking him up like what happened in canon.

For a moment, Yuu gets distracted by the fact that Leona has cat ears and a tail since she’s a huge cat lover, but then, upon realizing she stepped on his tail, she feels immensely guilty since that’s one of the worst crimes a cat lover can commit lol

Yuu does a full body bow and apologizes profusely for her actions. Leona is caught off guard, by her genuine apology and the fact that her voice sounds a lot more feminine than he was expecting.

Once he actually gets a good look at her face, which looks girlish as well, Leona checks her scent and realizes she’s not only the magicless student who crashed the ceremony but also a female.

Upon learning he’s dealing with a girl, Leona’s earlier anger fades since he’s nicer toward girls than he is guys. Plus, he’s too busy feeling confused by the fact that there’s a girl on campus to bother feeling angry lol

Since he wants answers, Leona has her take a seat with him and explain her situation, and she complies. However, she refrains from mentioning that she came from another world and doesn’t talk about her Quirk, the latter of which she has decided to keep to herself since she doesn’t want to risk meeting someone who would want to try to make a profit out of her ability to see the future like Mumei.

The whole time, Leona is carefully observing her. Because of this, he’s able to notice the fact that Yuu looks like she’s trying to hide that she’s in pain.

Yuu is very surprised when Leona abruptly asks her if she’s injured, especially since he’s wearing quite the displeased frown, because she thought she was doing a good job of maintaining a solid poker face.

Up until this point, no one had noticed that Yuu has been in pain since arriving in TW. The reason for her pain being that she got sucked into the mirror following one of her cage matches, which left her pretty bruised, just not in visible areas.

(Normally, Mumei would only get a healing Quirk involved if Yuu received injuries that could result in visible scars since that would damage her physical appeal or for injuries that couldn’t be taken care of at home. Otherwise, Yuu was left to deal with tending to her own injuries.)

Yuu had gotten sent to TW before she could tend to her bruises, but thankfully, none of them are so serious that she’s in extreme pain. Thanks to her high pain tolerance, she’s just really sore.

She’s usually pretty good at hiding her discomfort, but nothing escapes Leona’s keen observational skills.

When Leona tells her not to bother lying since he’d know right away, Yuu tells him that she’s not really injured, just bruised and sore. Not wanting to tell him the whole story, she just says that she got into a fight before ending up in TW which technically isn’t a lie.

Leona can tell there’s more to it than just that, but it’s obvious she doesn’t want to say anything else on the subject so he leaves the matter be. 

Around that time, Ruggie shows up, looking for Leona. Not expecting to see anyone else with Leona, Ruggie is surprised when he sees Yuu and only gets further surprised once he realizes she’s a girl.

After Yuu explains her circumstances to Ruggie, Leona throws his wallet at Ruggie and orders him to go buy a potion at Sam’s store. While this confuses Yuu, Ruggie understands what this is about when he sees the subtle glance that Leona aims in Yuu’s direction.

(Considering Yuu clearly isn’t seeking out any help, I feel like Leona would get involved since he has a healthy fear/respect for women thanks to the environment he grew up in, and he can’t just leave a girl alone when he knows she’s injured. It just wouldn’t sit right with him.)

Yuu is very surprised when a potion gets handed to her after Ruggie makes a quick trip to Sam’s store. Upon learning what it’s for, she tries to convince Leona that he doesn’t need to waste his money on her; she really is fine.

(This sets off some alarm bells in both Leona’s & Ruggie’s minds since girls in TW don’t usually act like this. They’re normally treated very well and are expected to be treated as such, yet Yuu is making it seem like they’re going above and beyond just by giving her a way to get rid of her pain.)

In the end, Ruggie convinces her not to worry about the money since Leona’s rich. Plus, it would weigh on their conscience if they just left her in pain and not tried to do anything.

Since it’s clear that these guys won’t be accepting a refusal, Yuu finally relents and takes the potion which, much to her amazement, takes care of her bruises in an instant. 

This moment leads to Yuu developing a very favorable opinion of Leona & Ruggie. Even though she hardly knows them and still believes she can’t let her guard down, they’ve won some respect/admiration from her for treating her so kindly when they had no obligation to do so.

(They were the complete opposite of the guys she grew up surrounded by in the underworld, so she’s completely unused to people showing concern on her behalf and actually wanting to help her without expecting something in return.)

That’s why, from that point on, Yuu often goes to the botanical garden during her free time, usually after school, to see if Leona & Ruggie are there. The first time she seeks them out is when she bakes something for them to express her thanks for helping her, but after that, she just sometimes finds herself wanting to hang out with them since she finds them interesting and she feels safe around them.

Of course, Yuu only sticks around if she thinks her presence isn’t unwelcome. If she thinks she’s being a bother, she’ll leave immediately since she doesn’t want to be rude/selfish. 

Leona mentally compares her to a stray puppy/kitten that got attached after receiving free food. It’s a little exasperating, but at the same time, he doesn’t completely hate her presence since it’s not a bad feeling to have someone around who’s unafraid of him and actually looks at him in such a favorable light.

Plus, she knows how to play chess and is pretty good at it too, even though she hasn’t be able to beat him, so she can provide him some entertainment whenever he’s not napping.

Ruggie doesn’t know what to make of her since the sane thing for Yuu to do would be to stay away from predators like them, not constantly approach them.

Of course, he understands why she would develop a favorable opinion of them, but still! She’s being too careless! Girls shouldn’t let their guards down around guys no matter how nice they seem!

Although, on the other hand, Ruggie really likes the food she makes, which has that warm, comforting touch to it like his grandma’s cooking, so if her coming around all the time means more free food from her, he can’t bring himself to complain lol

There is some tension with these three, however, when Book 2′s events start. That’s because, as I mentioned in a previous post, they kidnap Yuu to prevent her from further interfering with their plans.

(After having prevented Trey from getting injured thanks to having a vision about his accident, Yuu earned Ruggie’s attention, and he eventually was able to gather info via spying to put together that Yuu had a power that somehow allowed her to foresee future events.

Obviously, this could throw a huge wrench in their plans, so Leona ordered Ruggie to kidnap her and bring her to their dorm. Ruggie did this via using his UM after approaching her when no one else was around.

Upon seeing Ruggie’s UM in action, she realized he was the one behind all the recent accidents since his UM would explain how the people kept falling the way they did.)

While I mentioned in a previous post that Yuu accepts the kidnapping situation, that’s after she learns that she’s not in any danger, so initially, she’s irritated/on the defense and is wondering if she put her trust in the wrong people like a complete idiot.

Immediately, her mind drifts to all the worst possible scenarios like she’s being kidnapped so they can permanently get rid of her to ensure she doesn’t mess up their plans or they want to interrogate/torture her for information since Ruggie has made it known that they know she has a special power.

Basically, Yuu is just assuming the worst and thinks she needs to do whatever it takes to survive, just like she’s always done in the past. That’s why, when Ruggie finally releases her from his UM after bringing her to Leona, her fist starts flying at Ruggie since if she wants to stand a chance against Leona she needs to take out the guy who can control her movements.

Panicked, Ruggie uses his UM on her again to stop her punch midway, making her click her tongue in frustration. Meanwhile, Ruggie is wondering why the hell she has gotten so violent all of a sudden lol

Yuu says it’s only obvious for her to react like this when she has just been kidnapped and she has no idea what their intentions are. After all, for all she knows, she could have been brought here to be killed.

As her mind races for a new plan, Yuu tells the guys that if they want to interrogate her that they won’t get anything out of her. She has a high pain tolerance and is too stubborn to give in no matter what they do to her.

Much to her surprise, Leona & Ruggie look noticeably uncomfortable/surprised by her words, making her wonder just what their intentions are.

(Once again, the alarm bells are ringing in these guys’ heads since a normal girl’s reaction shouldn’t be that she’s expecting to get killed/interrogated. Sure, it’s normal to be on your guard after getting kidnapped, but the way she’s so sure she’s going to get hurt is very disconcerting, especially since they don’t get the impression that she’s assuming the worst of just them. This seems like something she would expect from anyone in their shoes.

Plus, the look in her eyes now is completely different from the girl who approached them so carelessly up until that day. It’s almost like looking at a completely different person.)

Ruggie is quick to tell Yuu that they have no intention to hurt her since mistreating women is a serious offense in TW, especially where they’re from. The only reason they did the whole kidnapping thing was because she was a huge threat to their plan.

Since she’s still wary, Leona moves to stand in front of her so he can hold her gaze as he swears that no harm will befall her while she’s at his dorm. They brought her here to keep her from interfering with their plans; that’s it.

Thanks to being surrounded by the types of people who lied naturally growing up, Yuu is pretty good at figuring out when people are lying, so she can tell that Leona is being honest.

That’s why she decides to trust in their words since their past treatment of her supports what they’re saying now. Plus, she really wants to be trust these guys and not think the time she spent with them up until this point was all a lie.

While she says that she’ll trust them, Yuu still wants to punch both of them since it’s in her right cause they did kidnap her and targeted Riddle which led to Trey almost getting hurt.

Ruggie is not a fan of this plan since he does not like the steely glint in her eye lol But Leona goes along with it since she just wants to punch their arms and he’s not worried about it actually hurting.

And Leona was right. Since Beastmen are stronger than regular humans, it would take a lot to hurt one of them. 

However, Yuu does surprise them with her technique since it’s clear she knows how to throw a punch, and there was more force behind her punch than they were expecting from a human female. It didn’t hurt, but it caught them by surprise since it was unexpected.

Combine that with Yuu’s other strange mannerisms, and Ruggie can’t help but feel unsettled. Meanwhile, Leona is already coming up with some not so pleasant theories about the kind of background Yuu came from.

Once Yuu gets her punches in, she finally gets all the details about Leona’s big plan since her being stuck at Savanaclaw means she can’t do anything with the information, so they don’t mind telling her.

After hearing everything, Yuu can’t say she’s too surprised since Leona & Ruggie are the crafty sort, and she knows this school isn’t known for it’s pure and honest students. This kind of plan definitely seems like something that would be concocted by a NRC student.

Personally, she’s not a huge fan of the way the guys are going about this, but at the same time, she understands their line of reasoning, which is why she has no intention to condemn them, especially when they’re technically not doing anything that’s against the rules. 

In order to ensure their plan succeeds, Yuu needs to be kept at Savanaclaw’s dorm to prevent her from using her ability to see into the future to help out those who are trying to stop their plan.

Ergo all they want out of Yuu is to remain at their dorm until the tournament is over. Once that’s all well and done, she’ll be free to leave.

Once she hears that, Yuu is more accepting of this turn of events since they truly have no bad intentions for her. Of course, there’s some complaining when she hears that she can’t go to class, but once Ruggie promises to get her assignments for her so she won’t fall behind, Yuu is fine with this situation.

After all, the Savanaclaw dorm is much nicer than Ramshackle, so it’s basically like getting to stay in a luxurious hotel. The only downside is not having Grim with her, but she’s sure Ace and Deuce will take care of him in the meantime so she’s not too worried.

She does contemplate the possibility of escaping, but considering who she’s dealing with, she thinks the chances of that being likely are very low. No doubt there will be guards around the place to prevent that, so it’s better for her to err on the side of caution.

While Yuu would like to put a stop to Leona’s plan, she knows she has to be smart about this, so she decides to play it all by ear and just wait to see what kinds of opportunities present themselves to her rather than make a fuss without having a concrete plan.

After she hears the whole story of what’s going on, Yuu decides to ask the guys why they are treating her so well just because she’s a girl. Is there a law in this area that protects girls from being mistreated?

Her innocent question just makes the guys all the more convinced that she is not from around here since in TW as a whole girls are all supposed to be treated well. It’s not necessarily a law but just a way of life, especially where they come from.

This leads to Leona asking where Yuu came from. After being reminded that they’d know if she’s lying, Yuu finally admits that she came from another world.

Naturally, there’s a lot of shock and disbelief on Ruggie’s part, but Leona accepts the answer without too much difficulty since she’s clearly not from around here and she has that special power to see the future which isn’t normal either. Plus, she’s clearly not lying. 

While she refrains from talking about her Quirk, Yuu explains how in her world having superpowers is normal, and that it’s increasingly rare to find people who don’t have Quirks. She basically treats Quirks like UM in her explanation since that’s kind of what they are in a sense.

During this conversation, Ruggie asks how women are treated in her world since it’s clearly different from how it’s done in TW, so she explains how it really depends on the individual since some guys are gentlemen while there are others who treat women with great disrespect.

When she gets on the topic of guys that are like the perverts from the underworld, who treat women like pieces of meat, Yuu gets visibly irritated. It’s easy to tell just from looking at her tense figure and clenched fists that dealing with those types of guys wasn’t out of the ordinary for her.

Because she’s so caught up in her anger, she doesn’t notice the obvious signs of tension that Leona and Ruggie are exhibiting and their displeasure. 

Ruggie is quick to ask Yuu if she has dealt with guys like that while at NRC since, while it seems unlikely, he needs to make sure she’s not dealing with that treatment here.

Yuu is surprised by his show of concern, but it also makes her happy that he’s worried on her behalf. She quickly assures him that she hasn’t been treated poorly at NRC; rather, this is probably the nicest group of guys she has dealt with.

(And once again, the alarm bells are ringing, because what kind of hell did this girl come from if she thinks NRC guys are nice?)

At this point, Ruggie is desperate for answers but Leona prevents him from probing further since he can tell this isn’t a subject that Yuu would just freely talk about. So Ruggie reluctantly holds off on digging for more info.

From that point on, the two keep a closer eye on Yuu, trying to figure her out in their own ways without outright demanding answers. 

(And they only get more suspicious when she later admits that she doesn’t know how to smile naturally. Because seriously? What the hell?)

During the time leading up to the tournament, Yuu spends a lot of time with Leona & Ruggie when they’re free, allowing her to get to know them better, so she finds out about their backgrounds.

When hearing about Ruggies, she realizes her instincts were right about him being a survivor like her, even though they dealt with different circumstances.

It takes longer before she gets to learn more about Leona, but eventually, she learns about his status as the second prince who’s doomed to never reach the throne because of his older brother and nephew.

(During this conversation, Yuu becomes convinced that Leona is no Scar since, despite his frustrations, this is not a man who would kill his own flesh and blood just to achieve his goals. She can tell he cares about his family despite how frustrated he is with them.

She wishes she could do something for him, but in a situation like this, there really is nothing she can say or do to make his situation better; she’s powerless. 

She always has been, just like Mumei always used to tell her.) 

Yuu also eventually meets Jack who’s working with Ace and the others at this point. He wanted to check on her and offer to bust her out of the dorm, but she assures him that she’s alright and that it would be better for him not to try anything like that since she doesn’t want him to get into trouble.

Plus, by this point, she has had a vision of Leona’s Overblot, so she wants to remain at the Savanclaw dorm to keep an eye on him in hopes that she can somehow prevent the events of her vision.

Regrettably, as I mentioned in that first post I made, Yuu is unsuccessful is stopping the Overblot, but she’s able to help stop Leona before his Overblot makes him use up all his magic and kills him.

After the battle, during their time in the infirmary, Yuu takes turns between expressing how happy she is that Leona is alright and scolding him for being an idiot and making her worry about him lol

Leona is surprised by her lack of fear, considering all the damage he did during his Overblot, which led to her getting injured, but he doesn’t let it show in his expression or act any differently than how he usually does around her. 

So, he just complains about her being annoying and swats her in the face with his tail haha

However, Leona does bring up how she was able to smile at the end of the battle since she smiles again at one point while they’re in the infirmary. 

This leads to Yuu explaining that she wanted to do something for him in that moment. She knew she couldn’t do anything about his circumstances at home; she couldn’t magically take his pain away or give him a proper chance at the throne like he deserves.

But she still wanted to do something. She wanted him to see that she felt he was worth the effort - that everything he does isn’t completely useless - that there are people who respect/admire him and who would care if something happened to him.

Since actions speak louder than words and she was afraid her words wouldn’t be able to reach him, Yuu wanted to give him her first natural smile in hopes that that would get her feelings across, so he would see she’s serious about him. 

Such “sappy” talk earns her another face full of his tail, but there’s something more noticeably relaxed about Leona now, which gives Yuu hope that her feelings did get through to him, even if it was just by a little bit.

In her mind, the only way to ensure they completely sink in is by continuing her efforts to be friends with Leona, so he’ll see through her actions that she’s completely genuine.

So, in the end, things return to normal between Yuu, Leona, & Ruggie after Book 2 since she just goes back to hanging out with them when she can.

However, there is a difference in how the guys treat her after the events of Book 2. 

While it was already somewhat in the making, Leona develops a soft spot for Yuu but would never admit it. The only one who really notices is Ruggie who wisely keeps his mouth shut around Leona but is willing to tease him when Yuu’s not around.

Leona really doesn’t think Ruggie has room to talk since Ruggie basically becomes a motherhen when Yuu is concerned because he and Yuu have become close friends due to spending so much time together at the Savanaclaw dorm and cause she saved Ruggie during the Overblot battle after having a vision of Leona using his UM on Ruggie.

(That vision really had an emotional impact on Yuu. As soon as her Quirk deactivated, she immediately sprinted toward a surprised Ruggie and tackled him out of the way just before Leona went crazy. 

It was the first time Ruggie had seen Yuu on the verge of tears. Even though she had tackled him out of the way before Leona could get ahold of him, Yuu still asked Ruggie if he’s okay, and much to his great shock/disbelief, she was actually relieved when her drawback kicked into gear because she prevented him from getting injured since that meant she was successful in protecting him.

Ruggie really scolded her for being an idiot for that.)

That combined with all the hints about Yuu’s worrisome background and the fact that she seems to have penchant for attracting trouble has put Ruggie on high alert since someone has gotta take care of this girl and it might as well be him lol

(After being exposed to the concept, I am a huge fan of motherhen Ruggie, so there was no way I could not include that here haha)

In regards to Yuu’s friendship with Jack, it started during her stay at his dorm and grows when Yuu started approaching him, asking if they could do homework together since she had questions and Leona/Ruggie weren’t around to help her like they had been doing.

Since he felt he should take responsibility for his upperclassmen’s actions which could lead to Yuu’s grades suffering, Jack agreed, so they got to know each other during that time.

That’s how Yuu found out about Jack’s usual exercise routine which gives her the idea of forming one of her own since being in top shape physically will help keep herself safe.

After Book 2 events, Yuu starts going on morning runs with Jack after he makes an offer, so that’s a normal daily occurence with them. That combined with the time they spent together studying for their final exams led to them becoming closer.

It also helped that Yuu ends up staying at Savanaclaw for a week during the exam study period because she and Leona make a deal that, in exchange for helping out Ruggie with Leona’s errands and helping out around the dorm, he would help Yuu with her studying. 

(What Yuu didn’t know was that Leona came up with this idea to get her and Grim out of Ramshackle long enough that he could have the dorm renovated with her being none the wiser.

Yuu was really touched when she found out the truth. That was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her.

She gave Leona and Ruggie big hugs to express her thanks since Leona footed the bill and Ruggie took care of getting everything arranged. She was so happy that she was willing to deal with the annoyed reaction she expected to come from Leona over the hug since he didn’t seem like the hugging type, which is why she was surprised when all he did was complain about her being too sappy while he messily ruffled her hair.)

While Yuu and Jack become closer friends after Book 2, it’s during Book 3 that Jack’s protectiveness starts to kick into gear. At first, he helps Yuu out cause he feels bad for her and cause Leona/Ruggie asked him to keep an eye on her. 

Eventually, however, Jack’s just looking out for her cause he wants to cause he comes to respect her due to how well she handles the Azul deal situation.

He likes that Yuu is motivated out of what he thinks is pride because she declares to Azul that nobody messes with what’s hers and gets away with it. It’s not just about her wanting to defend/protect her friends. She’s doing this because someone thought they could mess with her turf and get away with it; at least, that’s how Jack perceives it, and he’s technically not wrong lol

From Book 3 on, Yuu often calls Jack her favorite son, which always riles up the Ace/Deuce/Grim trio. Jack initially complains about this, saying he’s not her kid, but eventually, they just get to the point in their friendship where he just goes along with it cause he knows she’s gonna just keeping doing whatever she wants anyway.

Plus, judging from how his tail wags, it doesn’t look like he hates being the favorite son as much as he wants everyone to believe XD

#TABF AU #fortune in twisted wonderland

[booksandwords]

The Boy in the Dress by Jonathan Butler

Read time: 8 Days Rating: 4/5 Stars

The Quote: You must tell Warwick's story — 'Mum' Butler (she died while Jonathan while writing this Warwick was her Uncle. If any line made me emotional it was this one, it was her death.)

Warnings: Homophobia

The first thing you need to know when reading this book is it is an investigation written from an assumption. The author, Jonathan Butler's assumption or familial belief that Warwick Meale was gay. There was no evidence. I could just as easily project my own sexuality onto him. Quite frankly that was extremely frustrating, especially because the author kept pointing out the ways ie saw himself in his great uncle. But yes this death did impact his life too. Warwick's homosexuality prevented Jonathan's mother from easy acceptance of him and his sexuality. His father's family had that generational homophobia I've honestly just come to accept. They'll all be gone soon anyway. His mother's diagnosis was hard that was just a painful disease. Jonathan does in the last chapter acknowledge some of the concerns I have with the book's premise, as does one of the interviewees. I do appreciate that he nearly acknowledged his naivete in the original now he has finished it.

This is not a bad book a does a good job to educate readers on some of the realities of queer culture in WWII but some of it was also nss (no shit sherlock). It does at times feel a little disjointed but that's kinda charming. It feels like what it is... someone's personal research project that they lost control of. There is an interesting writing style used. It is readable, with very short chapters. I think the longest I found was about 20p most would have been under 10. It combines two narrative writing styles in a single chapter. One is written almost from the prospect of being there at the time, though not 1st person. The other is J relaying the facts he discovered as they were relevant. It's quite a captivating way to read the story. Even if I did occasionally lose track of who the players were, there are a lot of them.

I like the conclusion that Jonathan comes to with the three cases he raises. They feel like almost the three options for Warwick's death. Though there uses some wriggle room on all three. Jack Lloyd's conclusion feels particularly stereotypical and disappointing for the family. His senseless death is excused because of gay panic. Even if sexual encounters at the time were slightly more fluid than people would like to think. We are talking about virile young men in their prime for the most part, what do you think was happening?

Have some comments and quotes.

I think this is book for those with an interest in queer history. But for those with an interest in military, it feels like it could add a whole other dimension, especially those younger readers.

There is a bibliography available online for those with an interest. I was entirely unsurprised to see serving is silence included and referenced in this.

Tom and Clyde and written in a way that makes you kinda what to know what happened to them, we do find out. We find out about most of the major players.

Look no further than Australia's Defence Minister Peter Dutton who, in 2021, scolded defence personnel for celebrating the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, Interphobia and Transphobia. He ordered his department to stop pursuing a 'woke agenda'. — I really hate Peter Dutton. The thought that he may become our opposition leader now Scott Morrison has stepped aside distresses me greatly.

But what made the blood of many Australian men boil, more than anything else, was the Americans' relationships with Australian women. The Yanks were paid considerably more than the diggers and had nicer uniformer and a certain way with women - they knew how to dance and how to charm. — I mean can you blame them? The Americans were the peacocks with the finer plumage and women needed to make their nests somehow. Hard to do in the post war period.

History has a very real impact on people today. It's shaped how I see the world And so much our history would be lost without the nations archives. — My librarian self loves this quote. It is a joy to see someone acknowledge their societal import.

As a child I found it soothing to gaze at that image of a boy in a dress, It offered me hope that maybe I wasn't so different. The older I got, the more I struggled with an alarming feeling growing inside me, a feeling I couldn't name at the time. It was an urge to wear my sisters' clothes, play with dolls and be free of typical 'boy things': — This is the importance of Warwick to Jonothan. I think s many queer people have someone like this. But few have someone so close to them, so biologically connected.

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Batard bread can be a variation of the well-known French bread, known as a baguette. Whilst ‘batard’ suggests ‘illegitimate’ and it is for that reason observed as inferior to a standard baguette, don’t Permit that misunderstanding divert you from diving into a delectable loaf of freshly baked batard bread.

BATA4D with and Enable it rest and evidence at area temperature for about thirty minutes, right before putting it within the fridge for your cold retard. Make use of a knife or even a bread lame to attain the loaf correct before baking. Just produce a long slash from one particular finish to the other. This bread have to be baked inside of a very hot oven so I advise offering it an abundance of time for you to preheat. We also baked our batard with a baking stone in lieu of the baking sheet and placed it in the oven whilst the oven was preheating.  As soon as you can master this essential sourdough batard, you'll be able to go ahead and start out to really make it your own personal. Incorporate your favorite herbs and spices to elevate their taste. You can make them like a sweet batard or maybe a savory batard. You could both incorporate them being a topping or to the bread. Batard or “50 percent bread” (I’m heading Together with the nicer term on this 1) gets its name from staying the inferior bread to the baguette. Though, I’m seriously unsure why, this bread is equally as mouth watering! Besides being diverse in shape, the recipe is actually the same.  But You can even use a mixer to knead to dough. You’re within your kitchen, there’s no one stopping you from employing a dough kneading equipment. The end result will nevertheless be mouth watering. This has served being an inspiration for your batard bread recipe that I incorporated in this article. It’s a great e book with many recipes, just as the title says, best for beginners. If the oven is prepared, take out the dough in the fridge and flip it about on parchment paper. Now, rating the loaf as you like. I am earning a straight slash below. Batard bread, Despite the fact that lesser acknowledged, differs mainly in measurement from its cousin, the baguette. Batard bread is frequently involving six and twelve inches very long, and much wider, comparable to The form of a football with flat finishes. 2. Stir from the salt Using the flour. As soon as the yeast appears to be frothy, include your flour and salt mixture to the bowl until it is actually properly integrated.  This pre-shaping procedure establishes the muse for the charming rectangular form. Flip the dough seam side down, Carefully tuck The 2 finishes underneath, and produce some pressure by dragging the dough in opposition to your function surface about 10 situations. You will find an in depth demonstration of this method in the accompanying online video. Allow the dough to rest, lined by a towel, for half an hour. Owing to The point that batard dough features the two yeast and baking powder, this style of French baking creates A great deal lighter loaves than their much more popular counterparts. In case you are a visual learner like me, you might be in luck! I have well prepared a online video inside the recipe card that will take you thru Each and every step of crafting your quite possess sourdough batard. Be sure to check it out in advance of diving into the next directions. Now, let us start off!

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