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Slashtober🔪||Jigsaw!Wooyoung

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Dom!Wooyoung, Sex Machine, Restraints, Toys, BDSM, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Voyeurism, Wooyoung Has Cameras In The Readers Home, Masterbating, If I Missed Anything👀….Lemme Know!

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The second to last to arrive was none other than Jung Wooyoung. The absolute bane of your existence. With the laugh of a hyena, and the mockery of a clown, he was the one person you couldn’t break no matter what. It didn’t matter how many times you greeted him, how nice you were to him, he was just a constant arrogant jerk. You would’ve thought he was in highschool with the way he acted. He was so obnoxious, he knew how to get under your skin and poke at you. He always greeted you with that fake smile, waving his hand wildly so you couldn’t miss him. He reminded you of that one kid in class that you just wanted to hit with a pencil box due to his constant need to piss off not only the teacher but the entire class. Living right next door to you, he went out of his way to irk you. The most irritating part about it? He knew he was hot shit. He was the one person who knew the effect he had on people. His ego was constantly inflated.

~

“Hey! Hey!” You yelled out, trying your best to get Wooyoungs attention over the loud leaf blower, it was well past 9:30 pm, why he decided to leaf blow so late? One reason, because he’s Jung Wooyoung.

With his headphones over his ears, he danced slightly as he blew the leaves, the street lights being the only form of lighting for him. Deciding you were fed up, you march right over to him. Tapping him on his back, with a slight jump he turns, cutting the leaf blower off. Throwing you his signature smile.

“Why good evening neighbor!”

“Cut the shit Wooyoung, it’s literally night time. Can’t this wait til the morning?!” You semi yell, loud enough so it would annoy him, but low enough to where it wouldn’t awaken any of your neighbors.

“Princess if you wanted to spend some time with me that’s all you had to say.” He says lowering his leaf blower, taking his headphones off, and letting them pool around his veiny neck. Making sure to smile at you through hooded eyes. Ooh he knew what he was doing. Letting a hand run over your face, you let out a groan, clearly annoyed by his antics. Jabbing his chest with your finger you cut your eyes at him..

“Spend time with you my ass. Save the leaf blowing for the a.m. Jung Wooyoung.” Taking your finger off his very firm chest you turn around, marching back to your home. With a stupid grin on his face he calls out your name, you stop half way, turning around to look at him.

“If you want me that’s all you gotta say, Princess!”

Flipping him off you angrily march into your home. Clearly annoyed at his stupid handsome face, that matches horribly with his dumb actions. You decide the best way to blow off some steam is to pull out your hand dandy rose toy. Maybe that was your problem, it had been 3 weeks since Mingi had basically thrown you on display for the neighbors to see. With Wooyoung trotting around at all hours of the night you couldn’t have that slip up, you didn’t want ammo for Wooyoung to use against you.

Throwing the toy on your bed, you make yourself comfortable against your pillows, searching on your phone for some porn to get you in the mood, yet all you can think about is Wooyoung, his eyes, the way his veins bulge from his arm, how his eyes crinkle in the corner when he laughs, how his hands have the perfect amount of bulging veins, the image of his bulging hands choking you makes you drop your phone. Oh no, no, no, you completely want to fuck your annoying neighbor. Letting out a whine you lock your phone, kicking your pants off, letting your panties pool around your ankles. You have one person and one person only on your mind right now. Letting the images run through your head, you are going to make sure you put your rose toy to perfect use. Little did you know while you were bringing yourself to complete bliss, orgasm, after orgasm, you had given your annoying neighbor a front row seat to your pleasure cruise, fueling that blood lust within him, all he wanted to do was play with you.

~

As your eyes cracked open, you tried to move your arms, the realization of not being able to, takes a minute to load into your brain. As you open your eyes further. You wince at the bright red led lights in the room. Since when did you get these lights in your home? Trying your best to move, bringing your hand up to wipe the sleep out of your eyes, suddenly you are blocked. You are not able to move even your wrist. Eyes shooting open, taking in your full surroundings. You are strapped to a cool table, your warm skin immediately warming the table up, with your wrists tied to each side of you, with your feet up on the table with your ankles being strapped down. You quickly turn your head trying to soak in what is all around you.

“Oh my god. Oh My God!” You slightly yell out, not believing where you are. The red led lights are almost blinding to you. Trying to find any way out, even suddenly a deep voice fills the room.

“Rise and shine Princess.” Voice clearly being distorted, that nickname runs a chill down your spine. Trying to shut your legs, you close your eyes so hard the corners of them crinkle.

“Where the fuck am I?” You semi yell out, trailing off at the end of your sentence due to a door opening, all you see is a pitch black hallway, you can make out a figure of someone standing there. Was this person going to watch you? You see their pearly white teeth in the dark hallway, causing a chill of fear to shoot through you, turning your head away, you try to find something else to focus on.

“You know we always enjoy the show you put on for us.” The disfigured voice says. You can hear a chipper undertone to their tone despite it being distorted.

Your eyes shoot to the figure with its teeth still on display, you can’t see their eyes but you know they are there.

“Wh-what show?” You stutter out, trying to sound as brave as possible. Just when you thought the smile on the figure's face couldn’t grow any bigger. You watch as their eyes trail to the right of your body, a white screen with static comes to, you are shocked by what you see. On four different small screens there you were. One screened showed when you were getting your spine rearranged by Mingi, another screen when you were getting fucked by God knows what in your bedroom, the other when you were getting fucked by the three masked men, and the other when you were playing with your rose toy, silently moaning Wooyoungs name. Heat rises to your neck. You are embarrassed, yet turned on. To see your face in such bliss numerous times. Remembering each way one of them fucked you, remembering the way Woos veins bulged when he was holding the leaf blower. Your eyes continue to grow wide with each movement in the videos. The figure in the hallway soaks you in, watching you feverishly. Drifting his eyes down to your pussy, he watches the way it clenches around nothing, the way your arousal beads, dripping down slowly.

“What a slut.” He mutters out, clearly amused by what he sees. Stepping back, he leaves the door open. Your eyes are still never leaving the screens. It never dawns on you that there are cameras in your home, taken back by the fact that you can see a 4k version of you getting your shit railed by various people. You try your best to shut your legs, trying to get any sense of stimulation on your neglected cunt just as you are getting fed up, the figure walks back in with his head low so you can’t make out his face, you can see bits of his face, his nose is so sharp, you can’t make out much due to the red lights distorting his face. You do catch a beautiful side profile of him. You can see streaks of makeup on him though. Making his way around the table you see his hands rise, he is blind folding you. Trying your best to shimmy out of the restraints, you want to feel whoever is above you, their hands, their hands could choke you and you’d be grateful for it. Keeping your head straight you don’t even try to put up a fight because you know you want this. You wanna see how far this person is going to take you, are they going to bring you past the tipping point like Mingi? Are they going to rough house you like the masked men?

“Such an obedient girl, princess.” Putting the blind fold over your eyes, it was lace, while it disfigured a lot of things in your view, you could still make out certain things. You could see the person above you, hovering over you. You could still see the red lights.

“Such an obedient girl, I might just reward you.” Wooyoung whispers out, voice laced with need yet you can still hear a playful hue to his tone despite it being disfigured. The thought of you being rewarded made your heart beat fast, how would you be rewarded? With the options being endless, you gulp, nodding your head to the person above you.

Stepping away Wooyoung leaves the room, you can hear his steps fade away, your nerves are eating you up. You aren’t sure if he is even going to come back. When you hear a loud boom, like he’s moving heavy equipment. You hear the wheels to something moving at a fast pace down to the room you are in. Craning your neck you try to make out what you see, all you can make out is that the figure is right by your spread legs, hooking something up in the room. Biting your lip you lay back down, trying your best to calm your nerves. While excitement and anxiety can often be mistaken for the same feeling, you know the feeling in your body is something that you need itched.

While you are lost in your mind, you feel something cool brush against your folds. The sudden intrusion makes your body jump slightly. Looking down you squint your eyes behind the blind fold trying to piece together what is sitting below your feet, he leaves the room once more, grabbing more things before he returns. Standing on the side of you, his hard cock by the side of your face he lets out a small groan looking at your body, your breast out with your nipples hardened, your glistening cunt spread open, with your mouth slightly gaping ready for whatever Woo was going to give you.

“Are you always this cock hungry?” The sudden sound of the distorted voice takes you by surprise, making your body slightly jump, you have no shame, it had been weeks since you last saw Mingi and you needed a release, the rose only could do so much.

“Y-Yes.” You whisper out, shivers riddling your body, yet the fire that ignited in your core was fully in a blaze. Letting out a chuckle, Wooyoung presses his hardened cock to the side of your face, your mouth dropping open further. He grabs the side of your face pressing his hard length into your warm cheek. When your ears hear a loud click, a loud moan leaves your throat immediately. You feel something fill your warm cunt. Clicking the remote twice more the speed picks up, the pace going steady. Grabbing your face once more he unzips his pants, pulling his hard cock out.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth.”

Removing your teeth from your lip, the thrusting of the dildo between your legs has your body slightly moving up and down on the table with each thrust. Trying your best to open your mouth as wide as you can so you can take Wooyoungs cock in your mouth. Rubbing the tip around your lips, your tongue hungrily looking for his cock, licking up as much pre cum as you can, you kiss his length before he taps the head of his cock on your tongue. Pulling back he tucks himself back in his pants. Clicking the remote once more. The machine moves faster in and out of you. It dawns on you that he’s not going to actually give you what you want. This is a reward for him, not for you. Pulling away from you, he pockets the remote to the sex machine, stepping back.

He places nipple clamps on your hard nubs, hitting another small remote, sending a small electric current to your nipples making your back arch. You let out the loudest moan yet, the sound not even daring to bounce off of the walls. Grabbing the side of your face he rubs your cheek against his hard length again. Cocking his head back, the heat of your skin, mixing with the sweet sounds you were making, had his cock throb with need. Hitting the remote once again another shock gets sent to your nipples. Your jaw dropping at the feeling. Pulling back your pussy lips, he wedges a vibrator between them, positioning it so it’s right on your clit, testing the remote he hits a button, the vibration startling you, making your legs tense at the feeling. Your mouth drops open once again, taking in this new sensation.

“God, you are such a slut truly. Always so cock hungry. If I had knew you were like this I could’ve fucked you sooner.”

Letting out a small laugh, he pushes away once more, hitting his remote so it shocks your nipples again. As he pulls back you hear the sound of his shoes exiting the room.

“Please, please!” You quickly shout, you aren’t even sure what you are asking for. Maybe it was for a harsher grip on reality? Or maybe it was for permission to cum?

“Keep begging baby, it does something to me everytime.” He groans out, continuing to exit the room. Gripping his cock harshly, right before he exits the room he speaks to you one final time.

“Scream as loud as you want, baby, no one can hear you but me.”

Making his way to his office, with various screens, one watching all the various rooms in your home, the other with views to all the others neighbors homes, and then biggest screen of all the one with your naked body on it, while the sex machine fucks a dildo in and out of you. Hitting the remote the clamps shock your nipples again, your body jolting at the feeling once more. Letting out a loud moan you clench your fists. He teeters you on the edge of an orgasm each time, just as he gets any sign that you are going to cum he cuts it, or changes the pace.

Your body is riddled with sweat, and arousal drips down your ass, the sex machine continuously thrusts a dildo in and out of you, a squelching noise fills your ears each time. Clenching your toes, you feel the vibration of the vibrator between your legs with the timed shocks to your nipples. Your body feels a billion things at once. Just as you think you are about to cum he stops everything all together, giving your body a couple minutes to cool down before he starts having the equipment pick up pace once more.

Taking his cock out of his pants, he spits on his hand, wrapping his hand tightly around his hard cock, giving it two quick pumps, letting out a small moan of his own, he tries to match the pace of the sex machine that’s thrusting in and out of you. He can see your slick covering the piece of rubber, taking him to an even higher feeling he pauses his hand. Not trying to blow his load already, he can hear the sounds of your moaning dancing in his ears. It fills a void in him that he never knew he needed, ever since he moved in you had always been a brat to him so to see you so submissive and so willingly giving yourself to him it sparked the match in him.

Deciding enough was enough, he wanted to reach an orgasm just as bad as you did, constantly bringing himself to the edge just to stop and halt the activities, he cuts on everything at once, at high speed. The sex machine fucking you at a inhumane pace, turning the shock levels up on the nipple clamps, and cutting the vibrator on a high pulse pattern he cuts the microphone on so you can hear him jacking off to you. Biting his lip he lets out a small groan which you completely miss due to your loud screaming. Tears are soaking the lace blindfold, your mouth constantly in an O formation, while your throat feels so dry from all the moaning you’ve been doing.

His hand tightly wrapped around his spit soaked cock, he cuts the microphone back on, you can hear the sounds of him stroking himself once more. A tingling sensation spreads out through your body, whoever this was, was enjoying himself just as much as you had been.

“You can count how many restraints are holding down your body. Every time you cum, that’ll be one restraint I remove from your body.”

Letting out a loud moan, you bite your lip trying your best to focus on an orgasm before he slows down the machine once more, sending a slight shock to your nipples. Your body is dripping with sweat now, the cool room is now heated.

“Ho-How am I su-supposed to cum, wh-when you keep teasing m-me.” You huff out.

Letting a sadistic smile grace his face, you can still hear the wet noises of him pumping his cock.

“We are playing my game, princess.”

Your legs shook, as they are held up and open, you couldn’t help but let out a loud groan, toes continuously curling. The warm air in the room hitting your warm dripping cunt, as the sex machine slid the dildo rapidly in and out of you. The leg restraints from the table made it impossible to close your legs. As your body writhed in pleasure, Wooyoung sat behind the large screen watching you be denied of an orgasm over and over again. The sheer look of pleasure and desperation coursing through your body was enough to bring him to his own pleasure.

~

You blink yourself awake, in your own bed. Looking around your…. bedroom? Sitting up slowly, you blink the sleep out of your eyes. Was it all a dream? Were you truly losing your mind? Gathering yourself you slowly rise out of bed, wincing at the aching between your legs, your limbs feel so sore. Rolling your shoulder out, you make your way to the bathroom, getting a good look at yourself in the mirror. Cutting the sink on you splash some water in your face trying to gather your thoughts, trying to gather yourself. You bend down to splash more water when you see a piece of paper taped to the wall behind you. Turning around quickly you peek your head out of the bathroom, trying to see if someone besides you was there.

Quickly snatching the paper down, you open the inside of it, written in red ink you read out loud…

“How about we play another game soon?”

Tossing the paper on the floor, you quickly look around your home, trying to find if there is any sign of anyone else here. As you walk in a disarray of panic, trying to find who or what put that paper in your home. Wooyoung watches you with a huge smile on his face. Your state of panic makes him giggle. Cutting the screen to different angles of you in your own home freaking out, he walks out of the room grabbing his leaf blower, making his way towards his lawn. You are still running around filled with worry. As you hear the annoying sound of Wooyoungs leaf blower. Quickly making a beeline for outside. Bare foot, completely in your pajamas you run straight into Wooyoung, catching him “off guard” cutting his leaf blower off, his eyes take in your frightened state you are out of breath trying to explain to Wooyoung what happened in your home.

“And, and this paper Woo! It came out of nowhere! I swear Woo you gotta believe me, it wasn’t there when I walked into the bathroom. Please, please believe me.”

The sound of you begging makes his body do a slight shiver, biting his lip and nodding his head listening closely to you. Putting his hands on your shoulders, you feel your body heat up, his hands on your body feels so familiar, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“How about I go see this paper and scope out your home to see if anyone is in there. Does that sound okay?”

As he finishes his sentence out of his peripheral vision he sees the window to your bedroom slide open, he knows it’s Hongjoong making his way out of your home with the paper. Nodding your head just as you are about to turn around,Wooyoung grabs you back trying to buy Hongjoong more time to make his way down from your window. Shrugging off his long sleeve button up he pulls it over your shoulders. Pulling it tightly around you.

“You are out here in your pajamas, no socks, and no shoes, despite our Tom and Jerry feud I don’t want you to get cold.

Just then it dawns on you that you are in your pajamas, the cool breeze nips at your skin. Pulling his long sleeve closer you nod, smiling at him, you both turn around and make your way towards your home. Letting you walk in first, Wooyoung insists on wiping his feet saying he will be with you in a second.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Wooyoungs whisper yells at Hongjoong.

“Oh fuck off, like you could’ve did any better.” He whispers harshly to Woo. Rolling his eyes, he and Hongjoong start to bicker, when your voice calls out to Wooyoung, he can hear your footsteps coming close to him.

“S-Sorry! These pesky bugs! Didn’t want any coming into your home.” Wooyoung says loudly, loud enough so Hongjoong can hear, letting out an annoyed huff. Hongjoong begins to make his way back to his home.

Walking behind you, before Wooyoung closes the door, he flips off Hongjoong.

“Alright Princess, where do you want me to look first?” His deep voice rings out, a smile sketched on his face. Your body shivers at the way he calls you princess, like you’ve heard it before.

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Buggy meets an infamous pirate who dabbles in magic that everyone seems to be after, but they only have eyes for Buggy. Why is he so special? Rating: PGish. Warning: None. Buggy is unhappy and doesn't want strangers touching him without asking first. A/N: My "Howl's Moving Castle" fic based off the movie because I never read the book. It will have different moments than the movie just to omit some things. This story uses "You" but I couldn't not give the character a name and for some reason "Shore" is what I thought of. And Shore is referred to as they/them, nonbinary, and breaks hearts wherever they go. Buggy is Sophie in this fic, is 22, and not always in a good mood.

Title comes from "Better In The Morning" by Birdtalker.

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Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4

Chapter I

The final performance of the evening finished. The final bows given as the lights faded and the music played the performers out. Buggy stood to the side and out of the spotlights, arms crossed with a scowl as he watched his companions soak up the attention: the attention he deserved for all that he did for them but he was never thanked. Sewing costumes, fixing props, the makeup, cleaning up before, during, and after each performance. And every night Buggy was there, ready to do what was needed to ensure the circus lived on. 

It was frustrating. He had been a promising performer, up and coming, his former ring master said so, but when he died and another took over, Buggy’s chances were destroyed. He had to stay at the bottom of the pile, taking care of everyone and everything. It was hard, he watched as a child how the circus was built up, but now it lacked the flash, the passion, the creativity he once knew, and no one would listen to him. Years of being pushed aside took its toll on Buggy. He stopped offering suggestions, only staying around to try and maintain the image of the circus he once knew.

He spent hours cleaning, ignoring the chattering voices of the performers. Their latest bit of gossip was of a notorious pirate, one who stole the hearts of beautiful men and women at every town they went to. He heard a jab made at his expense, Buggy’s lucky, he has nothing to worry about! followed by laughter. They always said things like that, figuring he didn’t hear them. Their voices often carried through the tent.

Assholes, all of them.

He was done hours later and the last one to leave. His home was the tent, wherever it went, but some nights he needed to get away. A walk around the town would be nice. The circus was never around in a town for too long, a few weeks at most, before packing up and leaving to the next one. He could always stay behind, Buggy knew that; he was young enough to start a new career. At just 22 he had his whole life ahead of him, but his heart was in the tent. He couldn’t leave it, not ever.

He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on before heading off the grounds and into the night. The town had seemed quiet so far, a nice change from some of the rowdier places they had been. 

It was nice to take some time to think without the noise of the crowds, of the performers, just to be by himself without anyone else around. 

Except he walked past a Marine after ducking down an alleyway, one who was much bigger than Buggy, who stopped in front of him and blocked his path with a drunken grin. He leaned forward, using the corner of the building for balance as he looked Buggy up and down. Buggy could smell the alcohol on his breath and grimaced.

“Is the circus in town?” The Marine laughed. “Can you do any tricks, jester?”

Buggy hesitated for a moment. If he fought back, he’d be thrown in jail and no one would bail him out, so it wasn’t worth it. Instead, he stepped around him, choosing to ignore him, but there was another one waiting.

“Wow, you found a funny lookin’ clown!” The other Marine chuckled as he reached up to touch Buggy’s hair. “This a wig?”

“You forgot to take your nose off!” The first Marine added with a laugh. Buggy took a step back, the urge to fight growing though the little voice inside him said don’t, not worth it, but it was so hard to not give in. He wanted so badly to fight back but what would be the use? The two started to crowd him, taking up his space, and before Buggy could scream at them to back off, a hand was on his shoulder. It wasn’t one of the Marines, the touch was too warm, too gentle, and when he turned to see the visitor, his voice was caught in his throat.

The first thing he noticed was your hair, white as snow, cropped above your shoulders with barrettes keeping your hair out of your face. Hazel eyes shining bright in the darkness and for a moment Buggy thought maybe he saw the stars reflected in them. You were shorter than Buggy by a few inches, he had to look down at you to see your face.  You tugged him close to you, keeping your hand on his shoulder as you smiled at the two drunks. “Sorry I’m late! We need to get going if we want to make our dinner reservation.”

“Wait-”

The two Marines tried to step in to stop but with a flick of your wrist they both went still before turning and marching in the direction Buggy came from. He stared in shock as they marched, invisible strings controlling their actions. You gave his shoulder a squeeze, catching his attention. He turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for just a moment before he looked away.

“Let me drop you off at home. I want to make sure you’re safe.” You said with a smile. “Can I hold your hand?”

“Can you- what? Why?!” He demanded, unconsciously reaching for your hand. You grasped it in yours, the warmth was still there and he was glad it was dark so you didn't see his red cheeks. You pulled him closer, glancing behind him before grinning.

“I'm being followed. This will be faster.” You said as you took his other hand in yours. “I hope you're not afraid of heights.”

“Afraid of heights?” He repeated, confused.

Before Buggy could register what you said, you held both of his hands and jumped up, bringing him along. There was a noise below, a crash of shadows and men with swords and axes, all matter of weapons, attacking where you both just were. He was in the air. Not quite flying, but you started moving your legs, strolling along as though normal. His legs wouldn't move, he had them tucked up against his body, suddenly terrified that if he even thought of relaxing he'd fall to the darkness below.

“I got you, don't worry.” You assured him kindly, giving his hand a squeeze. “Relax and walk. You're safe with me.”

“I'm not scared!” Buggy snapped at you as he forced his legs to start moving, stretching them out below and trying to make them walk. You chuckled, leading him in the direction of the red and white striped circus tent.

“I didn't say you were.” 

He glared at you, huffing in annoyance as the two of you gradually drifted downwards to the ground. The lights around the tent were still off, no one else was awake. He wasn't gone that long, but between walking, the Marines, and then you helping him made him drop to his knees in exhaustion once you touched the ground. He felt like he ran a marathon with how wobbly he felt. Was it just adrenaline? He wasn't scared. Buggy didn't get scared. But maybe just keeping up with you in the air, trying to make sure neither of you fell to the ground, tired him out faster than he expected.

Your hand was on his shoulder once again, giving a gentle squeeze. He looked up at you, scowling once more. Why were you sticking around? Were you expecting payment? He didn't ask for help, he would have been fine without you. 

“Go get some rest.” You said as you pulled your hand away, the warmth gone from Buggy's shoulder now, already something he was missing. He wanted to at least ask your name, just so he knew if you were coming later to demand any kind of payment or favors later then he could be sure he was ‘off site'. 

Buggy finally got to his feet and you were gone, walking off into the night, someone he wouldn't see again. The kindness you showed him in that moment stuck with him as he headed into the tent. All you did was help him, ask to touch him, which was more than anyone else in his life had done. The only other person to treat him like that was the former ringmaster, dead now six years and Buggy hadn't had someone smile kindly to him since then. Until you, that is.

The tent was quiet, the lights off, save for one lantern lit in the middle of the ring. He knew he blew them all out before leaving, but maybe one didn't stay out. Shaking his head, he approached the middle and picked the lantern up, opening the little glass door as he readied to blow it out.

“So, who's your friend?” A voice asked, low with a hint of amusement. Buggy jumped, nearly dropping the lantern as his head turned to see who spoke. At the entrance of the ring was a woman, around his age maybe, who was leaning on a mace with a grin on her face. 

“Circus is closed.” Buggy told her, straightening up and trying to sound authoritative despite his voice wavering. “First show tomorrow starts at four. You can come back then.”

She laughed as she lifted her weapon up, resting it against her shoulder as she approached Buggy. When she got close enough, her hand extended out towards his face, he took a step back. He didn't know who this was, why she was in the tent, but he didn't like it one bit. 

“The circus is-is closed, you need to leave.” He insisted. She just smiled at him and took another step forward, palm open and against his cheek suddenly. Buggy thought he was dunked in ice water, the feeling of her hand against his face was nothing like the hand on his shoulder minutes ago. There was no warmth, no gentle touch, and he felt himself start to panic. 

“You're telling me to leave?” She asked with a smile. “Sweetie, don't you know who I am?”

“No, and I don't care!” Buggy snapped as he jerked away from her. “You need to take your weapon and leave now!”

It wasn't working. She just shook her head and patted him on the cheek. “That's no way to speak to Alvida, the Witch of the Waste, sweetie.”

Witch of the What?

“Lady, I don't know who you are, so take your weapon and get out! You're not welcome!” Buggy told her. “Get the hell out, you nobody!”

“Nobody?” The faux friendliness vanished, she was no longer smiling. She let the handle of the mace slide through her hand, the heavy head of the weapon striking the ground with a thud, causing Buggy to jump. Her free hand went into the pocket of her jacket. “Oh, sweetie, that wasn’t very nice.” 

Before Buggy could respond, she pulled her hand out of her pocket, fist clenched tightly until she held it up to her mouth, relaxing her hand before blowing. Sparkly pink dust hit Buggy in the face and he coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as he tried to waft it away. What just happened? He managed to open his eyes, squinting through the sparkles, as Alvida smirked at him.

“Good luck telling anyone what happened to you, sweetie.” She said as she lifted her weapon back up. “No one will know.” Resting it against her shoulder, she turned to head out of the ring. “Oh, and tell that pirate Shore that I’m looking for them.”

“Sho-Shore?” Buggy coughed. “Who the hell is that?”

“You know who it is.”

She left with that, leaving Buggy alone. Shaking his head, he collected the lantern and headed to his room. Whatever was in those sparkles made him feel tired, his body ached a little and he couldn’t help but hunch a bit. Maybe it was that… other person, maybe they did something too. Coughing, Buggy rubbed his arm before heading to his room. Maybe a good night’s sleep will help him forget what happened tonight.

#buggy the clown #shore x buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown au #one piece au #buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #nonbinary oc

[shittalkcornstalk]

“Take One For The Team”

Part 5

A/n: Ahhhhhhhhh sad! Maybe I wasn’t in the best mood while writing this, but what’s a good Buggy narrative without a little angst? I really thought with the themes manipulation I have set up it’d be so much more interesting for the reader to be the one to get hurt by it first! Next chapter is juicy! I will keep writing. As always feel free to let me know if I missed a warning or if I didn’t do the taglist correctly :)

Synopsis: Your self respect and public perception make you question all your feelings for your Captain. Were you ever in control of the situation?

Warnings- xfemreader! 18+ minors dni, angst ,manipulation, slut shaming, harassment, kissing without consent, internalized self hatred, alcohol, eventual smut, power dynamics

Word Count ~3.8k

Taglist- @fluffybunnyu @fanshavegottensotoxic

Chapter 5 “An Audience”

The next week in the small town was a rabid mix of fluttering emotions. It was kind of crazy how quick seeing Captain Buggy in this new light made you change. You used to be so cynical and sarcastic, mocking and berating your friends and the Captain. You remember the sick feeling you got when you first learned about his desires but now, it has been replaced with butterflies. It felt like you’d become a different person, like a sappy teenage girl again, and you loathed it. You protested to Alvida as you walked to the ship after a small girl’s outing.

“It’s fine… I’m fine…I’m completely normal about him, it’s just a bit of attraction is all, a little crush.” You said lying through your teeth. You desperately wanted to underplay how bad you’d fallen. You’d been so impersonal around your fellow crew before, you didn’t need to be seen as weak.

Alvida smirked and snickered. “Yes, you are the utmost of grace and composure, you would be perfectly unfazed by the clown if you saw him right now…”

Feigning a classy confidence you turn your nose up “That’s right-”

“Then it really wouldn’t matter if I pointed out that-” Alvida nods over to Buggy.

He was on the deck in combat with Cabaji, training his knife skills. His overcoat and hat we tossed aside. He lunged towards Cabaji with great force. You saw how his muscular arms contracted and tightened with each movement. His eyes were determined and his teeth bared in aggression.You hadn’t seen him with his hair down often, but his long ponytail felt like something out of a romance novel protagonist.This burning attraction welled up in you. It left you stammering. He was far too caught up in the moment to notice you were across the deck gawking at him.

“Aren’t you the poster child of composure, get your jaw up before you embarrass yourself even more…” Alvida nudges you and laughs at your expense.

“What? No! I barely even looked at his…rippling arms..or his firm chest..or his-” You feel yourself lose focus again at the sight of Buggy.

“Gross, for both our’s sake I’ll stop you right there.” Alvida cuts you off. “So you’ve developed some feelings for the Captain, that is well evident, why don’t you do something about it, save me from having to hear this conversation again... You are well aware of the Captain’s opinion of you, so what’s stopping you? What happened to that flirtatious little minx I schemed with a few weeks ago?” Alvida was exhausted hearing the both of you ramble on like kids about silly crushes. Her impatience with Buggy had well hit it’s breaking point and with you it was getting pretty damn close.

“It’s different now that I actually like him” You half-whine. “I’m worried about looking stupid in front of him”

“Have you met the man?” She spoke flatly. “Honey there’s very little you can do to lose that guy’s image of you, look at him-” She points over to show Buggy has managed to accidentally hoist himself up the mast, tied in a rope, dangling around screaming for someone to cut him down. You would’ve mocked him endlessly in the past for this error but right now all you can do is giggle. He looked so goofy up there.

“You might be a bit right- I’m going to go cut him down…” You walk away from Alvida and approach the dangling Captain. He is flailing around trying to dissect his body in a way that would set him free but with little luck. You call out to him as he makes another attempt. “Hey Buggy do you need some help up there?” You chuckle at the sight.

“Gah y/n! I thought you were out for the afternoon…” He sounds so exposed. You weren’t supposed to see this. The rope contracted one more time before his head popped off at the shock of your sudden appearance. It falls down and you manage to catch him before hitting the ground. His head in your hands he looks up at you with a bright red face.

“Are you alright Captain?’ You look down at him, your fingered just slightly nestled in the back of his head, his hair really is soft.

“Yes, very fine y/n, I actually was just doing a safety demonstration for these idiots about tying down any ropes to avoid this very situation-” He puffed, you didn’t buy it for a second, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.

‘How very conscientious of you Captain Buggy” You say with a smile. “Don’t worry I’ll cut you down-” You take his head into one arm tightly and climb up the mast to the rest of Buggy’s body. Buggy is held tightly as you use your free arm to slash through the ropes. If it were up to him he wouldn’t leave this close encounter. His face buried in your chest taking in all your scents, his forehead pressing very conveniently on your soft exposed skin. It was worth making himself look like a fool for just this. You saw his body reconnect as the ropes dropped, his head lingering for just a moment before popping back in at the neck. You hadn’t clocked just how pressed his face was to you until you noticed a bit of smeared paint on your chest. Buggy saw it almost immediately taking a deep breath.

“Sorry Captain, I didn't realize how tightly I was holding on to your head! I hope your makeup didn’t get ruined…”

“Don’t worry about it…” His voice sounded distant, he was lost in his train of impure thoughts.

“Are you feeling okay Captain, it looks like the blood is rushing to your head…” Some concerned crew members called out.

He walks away a bit dazed. “It's definitely rushing somewhere…” He mumbles to himself as he leaves for his private quarters to save himself from further embarrassment.

You stay behind and help clean up some of the loose rope on the ground walking them to a scrap pile. You feel a pat on your back as two crew men laugh openly.

“Thank god you were here to help the Captain yet again- what would we do without you y/n” He speaks jokingly.

“Yeah could you imagine how much pissier he’d be without you around-” The other remarks.

“Mhm, well I try to be a good crewmate when I can be…” You try to wave off some of the mocking energy in the room. You didn’t love what they were implying about you, even if it was a half truth.

“Well keep it up girly, for all our sake…” The two snicker, one pats you a little too low on your back for your liking.

You’d been accustomed to a pirate’s sense of humor at this point. Well aware of how to joke at another's expense. You’ve had Buggy’s men call you all sorts of demeaning names. You’ve been called a bitch, you’ve had shots taken at your appearance, your intelligence, but this felt different. Maybe because it was a little true. You did keep Buggy entertained and he hired you with that in mind. You were eye candy to the man even if you proved to be a good pirate. You had to learn that, but those two men who barely knew you, already were well aware of your role with the captain. They didn't need to hear your private conversations, they didn't need to be one of his trusted right hand men to know. Buggy had marked you as his from the very beginning to everyone else on the crew while you were none the wiser.

The rest of the week made you hyper aware of how the other men looked at your interactions with Buggy. Mumbled whispers and knowing glances were passed around at meals when you sat next to the Captain. You’d never noticed how front and center you were next to Buggy at dinner, until all those knowing eyes sat on you waiting for you to do your job. You didn’t sit next to him after that. You’d planned to confess to the man at the end of the week and you refused to have an audience.

Buggy's crew celebrated the last night on this island before the dreaded expanse of sea with drinking and partying. Many were trying to get their last chance at some action with any woman they ran into. You’d seen this act before and it was always so pitiful. Usually it was an act of desperation, these men wanted a woman's company so bad, but it never seemed to affect you. Sure you had your private room which avoided any awkward scenarios, but Buggy's men never even really fully acknowledged you beyond being a fellow crewmate for reasons you were now well aware of. You plopped down at the Captain’s booth along with a couple familiar faces and some others who you were less acquainted with. Cabaji and Moji were talking together ignoring whatever tirade the captain was going on about. As he saw you get closer he pulled you in a bit.

"You should’ve seen it y/n monsters the size of ships, twice the size even, and your fearless captain was taking them all down with a butter knife no less!” He obviously added some embellishments, but you still laughed along. He continued with these tales of him as a young pirate, no crew with a rinky dink ship. “ I had to go through it all alone, but it was the only way to do it!” He laughs out and slams his empty beer mug on the table. You’d also finished what you'd been drinking in the time it took for him to finish his stories.

"Why don't I freshen us up?” You smile and grab both glasses.

“Sounds great sweetheart!” He pats you on the back roughly taking the wind out your sails. His eyes follow you to the bar. The men around him start mumbling something but you are too far to hear anything. Buggy looks over to you, cups his hand over his mouth leaning into his audience. Whatever he said got a raucous applause from the crewmates and Buggy leaned back to take it all in.

You headed back over with the drinks and sat yourself back down to the captain’s side. He grabs the beer and sloshes it down. He looks at you, face flushed from what you presumed to be the alcohol running through his system, only proving to be more true when he leaned into and you could smell it on him.

“Beers great but it can’t beat the shit I’ve got back on the ship, you’d love it, remind me to let you try it when we get back- hic -” He leans into you more with his arms moving dangerously low on your back.

“Buggy I think you’ve had plenty” You laugh it off. He's been drunker before, but he’s not usually this handsy. You were hoping this would be a sign to slow down.

“Cmon baby- I know my limits! I was just telling the boys here about the deal I scored in that deal at the weapons and ammunition dealer thanks to my lovely girlfriend~” His arm returns to the small of your back holding you tightly to him. You don’t say anything, that joke was supposed to be just for you two, and he’s shared it to the table with hoots and hollers. “I even got you that pretty little pistol…which I don’t think I’ve been properly thanked for..” He slurs his words and looks at you teasingly.

“Thank you Buggy again, it was a very nice gift.” You feel yourself shrinking.

“Aw what was that! I think I’ve earned a little more than a thank you…” His eyes are indirect, they switch from looking at you and the rest of the people surrounding you. He’s waiting for you. “I know exactly how you can show your appreciation” His gaze darkens as his hand tugs at your chin and your lips meet his. It only lasts for a second, but you can taste the beer and face paint on your lips lingering. He looks back at you and smiles wide. “There, that wasn’t too bad right?” The table bursts into laughter except for a couple people. Cabaji and Moji stare silently realizing the plan has gone too far, and Alvida walks from the scene immediately. You sit there motionless.

In front of people this moment was taken from you, something that was supposed to be special and fulfilling was ripped from your control. It was quick and impersonal, maybe that was for the better, playing it up as a joke.It was your first kiss with the captain and it was to serve what? To let everyone know you were there to give him attention. Maybe you were overthinking it , but seeing a crew's worth of men applaud at your little performance did not sit so right with you. Buggy hired you for this. He hired you to eventually have you and you never really took the time to think about those implications. You took advantage of it and now you even started liking it, but it was a role that was laid out for you from the very beginning. Everyone seemed to know that and Buggy soaked it all up. Gripping your waist tight he looked at you with that stupid big smile. You smile back, but you don't want to. You didn't want to cause a scene so you waited in the moment. Taking it all in the eyes of you you feel your breath quicken. Everything you were doing for him was exposed from the start. You played it up, but the captain wasn't the only one who saw your little outfits and heard your flirty voice. All his men saw that and they had well made up their minds about you. You were there to keep Captain happy, and you did. You did your job. Was this it? You hear the crowd die down and rush for the bathroom.

Looking at yourself it felt different, you felt used and cheap. A toy, a tool, a little dog at his beck and call. Were you ever in control of this? Buggy was your captain and he always got what he wanted, it was only a matter of time before he locked you in too. You hear the door open and rush to a stall to hide, a couple of low ranking men walked into laughing about something..laughing at you.

“Buggy better keep that bitch on a tight leash, gold digging skank is probably gonna jump ship if she finds some deeper pockets-”

“I'm just happy she's actually putting out for him. Tramp was teasing the captain for so long it was giving me blue balls!”

“I'm sure she’s keeping captain plenty taken care of, see they were out all day last week, probably held up in some inn.”

“You're probably right she’s been quiet all night, the poor things throat must be sore!”

The men all toss around these accusations and spit out profanities like it was just all agreed upon knowledge. You were a whore, a gold digger, Buggy’s property. You wanted to be somewhere else, you wanted to be anyone else in this moment, Anyone but his… You hear them leave and make your way to the ship after rushing through the crowds of the bar. Buggy and the others celebrated as if nothing happened. You duck your head down to go unnoticed and leave out the door. Nobody seemed to notice, but Buggy did. Buggy could always spot you in a crowded room.

You stumble through the streets a little dazed and drunk. You looked around at the warmth of light in the passing houses, but bypassed them all to the dark and empty ship. Making your way up to your room you slam the door behind you and see the small constraint space. You see your outfit for the next day lined up, it feels all too much like a costume to you, short and tight with Buggy’s colors. You toss it to the floor and look at yourself. Makeup rushes down the sides of your face and you rip off the outfit you were wearing to throw on a nightgown. Folding yourself into your bed you clung to your pillow and cried.About an hour in you hear a knock at your door. You try to calm yourself and clear your throat.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Buggy…why'd you leave so soon doll, the fun was just getting started?” He chuckled a bit, but his sobering voice still held some concern. “Listen if it was that bad of a kiss, just forget it, it was just a silly joke…”

“It wasn’t a joke to me-” You swung the door open to meet his gaze. He sees your face all puffy and stained. This was new for him, seeing you break like this. It made his stomach churn.

Buggy didn’t know how to respond, he could clearly hear some bite behind your words. Were you that disgusted by him? It had to be that. He walked deeper into your room and kept his eye contact. You gulp his closeness, you hate how he makes you feel.

“Look, I get it, I’m an old, ugly, clown. I won’t make any more moves on you, it was stupid to even think I had a chance-” He turns to leave and you grab his wrist.

He gives up on you so easily. What is he playing at? Is this a way to make you pity him? Is this just another way for him to manipulate the situation?

“Stop that shit right now, you can’t play these little games with my head-” You yell out at him panicked.

“Y/n what do you mean by that…” He looks at you.

“Ugh! You should know! You’re the one who hired me to be your little toy. You are the one who got me all those presents to woo me over, you are the one who’s spent all this time making it so I’d fall for you so I could fulfill every little freaky fantasy you have. I really like you Buggy, but it's hard to know if that's how I feel, or how I'm supposed to feel-”

Buggy takes a step back, he wanted you to like him back for so long, but now you do and he's being confronted for it. He’s not good in these types of situations.

“I don’t want to be relegated to just the Captain’s slut, when you kissed me in front of everyone… who was that for? Me or just another way to flaunt your power-”

“Slut…No it wasn’t meant to be like that, I just got caught up in the moment, giving the crew a little performance, but I have wanted to kiss you for so long, it just seemed like the only time I had the balls to do it, you couldn't reject me that way”

“Buggy I wouldn’t have rejected you if you tried any other time, I just wanted it to be special…I wanted it to be private.” You get a bit quieter and lower your head in embarrassment.

Buggy’s eyes widen and he takes a stepforward seeing your apprehension. He sees your eyes are misty when he lifts your head up in your hands. He wants this argument to end, he wants to forgive him like nothing. Maybe he’s blinded by the fact you just admitted you liked him back he asks you quietly.

“Would you say no if I asked you to kiss me again?”

You did want to kiss him again, you wanted this from the moment you had realized your feelings. Your cheek nuzzled into his warm and calloused hand. It was just the two of you; quiet and personal. He was looking at you, not with impatience or hurt, just longing. His face stood still and didn't get any closer to you. You leaned in and your lips hovered over his, feeling his breath against yours. He closed his eyes, but nothing else moved. His lip slightly trembled with desire, he was waiting for you. You sigh and place your lips upon his. It was gentle, your mouth parted slightly as you deepened it for just a moment. You turned your head and locked in.Buggy melted onto you, still letting you take the lead. Your hands traced along his neck and hair. You’d always imagined a kiss with a swashbuckling pirate captain would be this intense clashing of teeth and yet this was different. It was a warmth that enveloped tightly and made you feel safer. You took a step back to see Buggy’s lashes fluttering open, his paint smeared. Your head clears feeling yourself come down from the volatile state you were in. You catch your breath and speak directly.

“Buggy I want you, but I can’t be with you if you only see me as a toy-”

“I've been obsessed with you since the day I met ya, you are so much more than that. I don’t know who let you believe all that shit you were spitting off. Y/n I want you to want me more than anything, but I can’t force you to do anything. When I first met you, you were so bold, you didn’t let me get to you. And all these months you never waivered, you never let anything phase you, why is this happening all of a sudden?”

“It was nobody just a couple of guys-”

“What the fuck where they saying about you to get you like this? Do you know their names? I’ll rip out their tongues talking about you like that.” Buggy is quick to break the comfortable silence in the room with blame that isn't placed on him.

You laugh a little at his reaction, putting your hand on his face. “I didn’t get a look at their faces, I’m sure they were nobodies..” You knew they were on Buggy’s crew and you didn't need that blood on your hands.

Buggy turns again to look at you, he barely even noticed you were only in your nightgown until now. Coincidentally he left the rest of the crew at the bar, the ship was still and silent as you looked into his wandering eyes. You see his breath quicken and hands shake as one rests itself on your waist.

“I’d hate to push my luck for a thir-“

#buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #op buggy #one piece

[star-going-supernova]

Glamrock Circus Baby is a thing and she operates in the ice cream parlor at Bonnie Bowl. If you wanna do the GlamMike headcanon, with Elizabeth still possessing Baby, just A LOT calmer now, then that would be an epic, and also very worrying, rivalry.

Prompt from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! This is pre Security Breach, if SB even happens in this AU. 

Sibling Rivalries Never Die

Glamrock Bella Bunny, the rebranded and redesigned Circus Baby, wasn’t a terrible host for Elizabeth Afton. At least she wasn’t stuck in a mechanical clown anymore, though she hadn’t quite decided if the red and pastel pink bunny—because heaven forbid the pizzaplex have a human-ish animatronic—was actually better. 

(It did soothe something in her tormented, tattered soul that this animatronic didn’t have any mechanism for snatching innocent kids. She had maybe been in a better mood since she didn’t have to live with being stuck in her murderer’s body.) 

The best part of her new twisted existence was the company. And she didn’t mean Bonnie, who Bella saw and interacted with most often. No, there was nothing like a bit of schadenfreude to lift one’s spirit (pun intended). 

She threw a handful of plastic spoons at Glamrock Freddy, the current host for her older brother. It was a slow day, and there was no one at the counter to catch her misbehaving.

“Seriously?” he said, more annoyed than any child would ever hear the great Freddy Fazbear be. “Real mature, Li—Bella.” 

“Get lost, Freddy. Or can you not read?” She pointed over at the hand drawn sign that Monty had been happy to make for her. A great big red X slashed over a sloppy crayon depiction of Freddy’s face, with BANNED written above it.

“Oh, for the love of—I’m here to see Bonnie. Not you. It’s not my fault you’re stuck in the bowling alley.” 

“I prefer ‘defending my territory,’” Elizabeth said with a haughty sniff. “And if free roaming makes you so high and mighty, then you can go wander around elsewhere and wait for your boyfriend to join you.”

Michael sputtered. “We aren’t—Bonnie’s not my boyfriend!” 

“Mhm, sure.” She roughly scooped a generous ball of strawberry and unceremoniously lobbed it at his chest. “Oops. Guess you’ve gotta go get cleaned up.” 

“You’re such a brat,” he snapped, snatching up a handful of napkins to try and mop up the mess of pink ice cream splatter. “You can’t still be mad about last week.” 

Bella wasn’t an animatronic particularly suited to hissing and gnashing her teeth, but Elizabeth was nothing if not furious and determined. “If it wouldn’t get me decommissioned, I’d jump over the counter right now and rip your arms off, you pathetic excuse for a—”

“What’d he do?” a child’s voice interrupted. 

Circuits sparking in surprise, they both jumped. Michael stumbled to the side, revealing a boy who had been standing behind him. It was hard for an animatronic to be shocked into shutdown, but seeing the absolute spitting image of their dead younger brother staring back at them with a mischievous sort of fascination did the job. 

Michael choked out a yelp before his eyes went dark, and Freddy unceremoniously toppled over to the tiled floor. Elizabeth—and she would gloat about this later—lasted a moment longer, her mouth flapping with her speechlessness before her core overheated and forced a reboot. 

In the final moment before her vision cut out, she would have sworn she saw a copy of her brother beside and a bit above the boy, as if floating. And that second Evan, the see-through one, looked as surprised as Elizabeth felt. 

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Bogeyman

CR 10

Neutral Evil Medium Fey

Bestiary 3, pg. 42 (pic taken from Adventure Path: Extinction Curse: Legacy of the Lost God, pg. 79)

For years, FOR! YEARS! I’ve wanted to do an article on the Bogeyman. This monster has a very special spot in my heart, because around 10 years ago when I was just getting into tabletop stuff, I found a copy of Bestiary 3 on a game store shelf and flicked it open. After flicking past Behemoths and Asura, the most striking image to hit my eyes was what appeared to be a clown in a jaunty tophat and an absolutely menacing set of chompers. While by no means my favorite creature in Bestiary 3, my earliest memory of Pathfinder content was seeing that garish purple-and-red beast masquerading as a human, and as such the Bogeyman held a special place in my heart.

Which made it absolutely heartbreaking when my every attempt at extracting its picture from the PDF for use on this blog ended up looking HIDEOUS in a way my brain couldn’t reconcile with. As such, my first-ish exposure to Pathfinder languished... up until recently, with the release of 2nd Edition and a whole host of updated art for a WHOLE bunch of critters! While this Bogeyman isn’t my favorite--I’ll always love the bright purple bastard from 3--it certainly still portrays the mood of the Bogeyman in a way I enjoy. There’s plenty of Fey who cause fear for their own amusement, more than a few who eat it in some fashion, but Bogeymen are fear. They’re terror incarnate, they’re living nightmares, they’re the villain of a thousand stories and they know it, they revel in it, they wear it on their sleeves!

Bogeyman delight in finding singular victims and haunting them for days or even weeks, silently lurking under beds, within closets, in attics, or in basements, occasionally using Ghost Sound to create eerie noises, Darkness to cut the lights, or even Invisibility to quietly stalk their victims from their very own shadows until the haunted soul is on the verge of a breakdown. They’re artisans of terror, delicately crafting every moment of their target’s life of fear, plaguing them with Nightmares by night and by day whispering horrid thoughts into the victim’s ears from an invisible vantage point, making them lash out against friends and family to assure they’re entirely isolated when the malevolent Fey finally decides to end their lives. 

Like many creeping terrors, Bogeymen prefer to keep out of combat unless they’re sure they can win, remaining in the background otherwise. Unlike many creeping terrors, this should by no means make you think they’ll fold easily. They have high saves for their CR, DR 15/cold iron, and 21 SR, but their most infuriating defense is their ability to go invisible at will. Bogeymen are as maddeningly patient in combat as they are when seasoning their victims, flitting in and out of sight with Invisibility and exploiting their titanic +35 to Stealth checks to slither among combatants and find out where they’re weakest, physically and emotionally. Even an invisible Bogeyman can make use of its +28 to Intimidation checks to shake up anyone who can hear it speak as it waits for an opening, something it’s very keen on doing because as you may expect, Bogeymen are all about fear!

They live for fear, gaining Fast Healing 5 if someone within 30ft of them is suffering from any level of it. 30ft is, coincidentally, the range of their Deepest Fear aura, and illusion that shapes itself into the worst fears of anyone who views it. Failing a DC 25 Will save means you’re shaken as long as you’re in the aura, but succeeding the save renders one immune to it for 24 hours... but that just won’t do, will it? We can’t have someone NOT be afraid, so if someone succeeds and maintains a brave face, the Bogeyman disappears once more to Intimidate them, either through the skill check or with their claws. Their 1d8+1 damage claws aren’t really all that scary, but the burst of +6d6 from their Sneak Attack will probably make both the character AND the player jump. Both claws crit on a 19 or 20, and being critically hit by their claws causes Striking Fear to mount up. Failing another DC 25 Will save while already suffering from a fear effect compounds the fear, moving shaken to frightened, frightened to panicked, and panicked to paralyzed with fear (and thus vulnerable to being torn to shreds by Sneak Attack). While relying on crits is... well, unreliable at best, someone being hit even once while already shaken removes that person from the fight for several rounds, as frightened creatures must flee unless cornered, potentially giving the Fey deadly amounts of breathing room so it can recover and slip away... or savage a different, more vulnerable target.

Or just instantly kill someone who’s proven they’re a threat to it. For whatever demonic reason, Paizo decided to give them 3 castings of Quickened Phantasmal Killer each day! The moment it pops out of invisibility to Sneak Attack someone, it may be able to just take out someone else nearby with a glance! If your party doesn’t have any protection from fear, an encounter with a Bogeyman may go from tough to unwinnable in a single round.

If you can weather their initial Sneak Attack and have a way to counter their invisibility (like a sack of flour), things get much simpler. Adding onto that, anything that’s not afraid of them, either because it passed its save against the aura or was unaffected by it in the first place (in case you needed another reason to put Unbreakable Heart in your spell list), takes an enormous bite out of its offense and its defense and can potentially leave it floundering. Even with that weakness, Bogeymen still have access to Hold Person at 3/day to use against creatures they cannot terrify and Suggestion at will to manipulate them so they’re not ENTIRELY helpless against Paladins; keep that in mind if you’re going fey-hunting!

As a closing note, it’s a little funny to me that Bogeymen don’t actually have Darkvision, so their at-will Darkness--which would otherwise be an excellent tool to get in more Sneak Attacks--is just as much and impediment to them as it is to everyone else. It’s also extremely ironic that they’re not immune to fear effects, so any telepathic creature that succeeds against their Phantasmal Killer can turn it back around against them, potentially killing them with their own ability!

You can read more about them here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 6 to 10 #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

[glubsurleseuil]

Don't be scared

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic 'cause I need to get these ideas out of my head before they eat me up. I'll post this thing on AO3 when I'm not so lazy to create an account. If I go ahead with it, it'll be NSFW, sexually disturbing, gory, violent, reader is an autistic drepressed suicidal girl… In short, skip it if you're a sensitive soul. For the rest of you, enjoy (I hope).

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: The image is by @fandomscreenshots but you should already know that because what she does is amazing)

You've always lived in Derry, Maine. Well, actually you were born in Derry, went to school in Derry and, like any good citizen, you now work in Derry. You don't like it, you never have, and you know that no matter what you do, you'll never like it.

Firstly, because no matter how hard you try since childhood, you just can't seem to make any friends. Worse, people seem to have agreed to shut you out and hate you. At best, they ignore you, at worst… well, let's just say there are certain people you've learned to avoid at all costs, so you don't have to spend the evening licking your wounds…

Secondly, because there's something unhealthy about the general atmosphere of this town, as if it were being devoured by a cancer that affected not only the surrounding greenery, but also the buildings and even the people. A cancer that could be called suffering, melancholy or despair. And although no one knows where these feelings come from, everyone seems to accept them as an inevitable burden.

Tonight, like most evenings, you're working at the Canal Rouge, a rather quiet bar where people can drink and listen to local artists perform on a small stage. You're a waitress, and it's not the most pleasant of jobs, especially when you're a woman. Fortunately, your boss is a woman too, and she's very strict about the respect customers show her staff, so things could be a lot worse.

But tonight, you're in a particularly bad mood. Fatigue has always been a difficult thing for you to deal with, and lately your nights have been… tormented. You've been having a dream, always the same with little difference, on and off for over a week. It's a hazy, dark, incoherent dream that's hard to remember. What you remember most is anguish, fear… and an unbearable feeling of being watched by something dangerous, making you feel like prey waiting to be devoured. When your therapist asked you to describe this dream, even with random words, you said 'fear', 'red' and… clown'. You laughed after saying that last word, a nervous, uncontrolled laugh, like a continuation of the one you always hear in this dream before waking up.

But tonight, the worst is yet to come, because you have to serve Jenny's gang as consumers, young people your own age who, like you, are stuck in Derry and like to pass the time by annoying other people. Especially you, since you met them in kindergarten. You know you won't be able to get home safely tonight…

And your fears are confirmed as you finish your shift. As you emerge into the alley to which the service door leads, you see them laughing at the end of it, looking in your direction. This is the way home. You quickly think of another option, but you know that even if you take a longer route, they'll be able to corner you sooner or later, and that's what they'll do. Unless… you go through the forest…

You don't hesitate, knowing that your pursuers won't follow. Their parents have given them the same instructions as you: never go into the forest at night. Ever. Your father had made it clear that he meant business by emphasizing his order with the back of his hand. But tonight, you're a grown-up, and between your dead father's old superstitions and Jenny and her gang's guaranteed beating, the choice was quickly made.

You head into the forest, at first more worried about your pursuers who, as expected, quickly abandon their target. Then you decide to turn on the torch on your phone, as it quickly becomes very dark between the tightly packed trees in the middle of the night. You recognize the path you're on and follow it to the ancient oak tree where you used to climb as a child to escape the bullies. But even this place, reassuring by day, gives off a menacing aura by night…

All is quiet, too quiet for a forest where animals should be going about their nocturnal lives. You get the impression that a kind of fog is floating around, light but unnatural, and as you look at the thick branches of the oak tree, you get a strange feeling… Like a memory from another life… Like a dream…

Suddenly, there's a sound. A sound you know well, having heard it every night for over a week. A laugh. A clown's laugh… You turn in all directions, shining your phone in every nook and cranny around the oak. And just as you realize that there's nothing there, that maybe it's your imagination playing tricks on you, the laughter starts up again. You jump back against the tree, light pointed ahead, anticipating the appearance of someone, something… The laughter becomes more distinct, closer… But it's not coming from in front of you, nor from the sides… It comes… from above?

With a quick gesture, you point the light towards the branches of the oak tree and there, hidden in the shadows of the leaves, you see it: a clown. No, THE clown. The one who has haunted your dreams, distressed your nights, devoured your sanity. This present moment has repeated itself endlessly in your nightmare and now it's all happening for real, clear as day and just as terrifying.

With a muffled scream, you drop your phone, the lamp face down and your legs buckling beneath you. The little light that escapes from beneath your phone only faintly illuminates the bottom of the tree, but you know IT's there.

And it's not long before he leaps down from the tree. You can only make out a silhouette in the darkness, and as you hear him coming closer, you try to remember the end of the dream. It's all a blur, and all that comes back is a vague memory of a hunt in which you are the prey… Back on the grassy ground, you pull yourself back as best you can with your hands, never taking your eyes off the presence. Is this how you're going to die?

He moves slowly closer, slipping into the shadows. You can make out that he's leaning forward, then addressing you in a childlike voice.

"Hiya Y/N! I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!"

He suddenly picks up your phone from the floor, pulling it up slowly, light downwards, gradually revealing his appearance as he continues.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, you know? Don't be scared, I'm not going to kill you…"

As he utters these words, light finally shines on his face, reflected in his abnormally large and sharp teeth, piercing yellow eyes focused on you, and horror fills you.

"… yet."

The instinct to survive gives you new energy. You leap to your feet and flee the way you came, briefly illuminated by your phone in the clown's hands. You run at full speed, ignoring the noises behind you that make you think he's chasing you. If you've got a chance of getting away, you're going to take it. In fact, the forest exit isn't far off. One last push! You close your eyes and accelerate again… when hands often clutch your collar, brutally stopping your momentum.

"There you are, you bastard!"

"I told you she'd come back! She's such a pussy!"

"No way out now, you bitch!"

Jenny and her gang… It was Tim, the big muscular guy who caught you. They were waiting for you just outside the forest…

"Why are you running so fast? Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"

They burst out laughing, but the sound reaches you distorted. The adrenalin from your run is wearing off too slowly and you can still hear your heart pounding in your eardrums. You struggle on, your brain unable to make sense of what has just happened. Suddenly, you hear a foul noise. A kind of hoarse, inhuman growl, coming out of the depths of the woods like an echo to their pitiful mocking laughter. You feel Tim's hands trembling with uncontrollable fear on your collar and watch their faces disintegrate before your eyes. Tim lets go and they all flee in a single scream of terror, leaving you behind.

You turn around, your body still tired from your frantic run, and you quickly understand what made them flee: golden eyes, shining menacingly in the darkness, perched on a huge, muscular, fur-covered figure, its multiple sharp teeth accentuating the evil growl rolling down its throat. A werewolf.

You barely have time to realize that it's the clown from earlier before he disappears between the trees with a hoot that sends shivers down your spine. Just as you regain your strength to flee, something falls near you. You examine it carefully: it's your phone, and as you turn the screen towards you, you see a message written in a torn red font:

DON'T BE SCARED

You don't wait any longer and run towards town without looking back.

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise fanfiction #it #horror #damn i'm so scared of posting this why #anxiety my old friend

[neverwasreddie]

“Ooh!” Bev kicks her feet excitedly before shoving her phone under Richie’s nose. “I just unlocked Rapunzel.”

“No shit? Lucky!” Richie squints at her screen. “I haven’t unlocked a princess in, like, two weeks.”

Eddie wanders into the living room as if drawn by the sound of something he can roast Richie about. “Is this that stupid Disney game Richie’s obsessed with? Bev, not you too!”

Bev grins as Eddie flops onto the couch beside Richie. “It’s called Emoji Blitz, Edward, and it’s shockingly addicting.”

“Just enough prizes to keep that good good dopamine flowing in my brain,” Richie confirms, grinning as he raises his phone in front of Eddie’s face. “Plus look, it’s you!”

Eddie squints down at the red square bouncing on Richie’s screen. “What the fuck is that supposed to be?”

“It’s you, obviously, look at its angry little eyebrows,” Richie explains, pointing at the screen while Eddie tries to slap him away.

“That’s not even Disney, I don’t know what the fuck that is — I don’t even look like that!”

“Bev, he doesn’t even know what Inside Out is,” Richie complains, long suffering and distraught.

Bev snorts, eyes glued to her own screen as she obliterates emojis one after another.

“Show him the movie trailer,” she offers, and so Richie obliges.

Eddie’s face journeys from annoyance to confusion to downright disgruntlement as the trailer progresses. “What is even happening here? And fuck you, Richie, I don’t look anything like that red thing!”

“Anger,” Richie corrects patiently.

“If anything,” Eddie continues, ignoring Richie and slicing his hand agitatedly through the air, “if anything I’d expect you to say I’m that purple thing, what is it, Anxiety or whatever? Jesus, that’s like, the spitting image of your impression of me, what the fuck. And you just focus on that red thing’s stupid eyebrows? You’re losing your touch, Trashmouth.”

Bev sits up eagerly at this, one hand clasped over her mouth and her own eyebrows dancing upward in delight. “Richie, did you hear what he just said?”

“Hey, Bev, why don’t we shut the fuck up now, please, mmkay?”

Richie’s abrupt shift in tone has Eddie glancing between him and Bev, trying to clock the change in mood.

Still giggling, Bev points at Richie’s phone. “Hey, Eddie, why don’t you keep watching the trailer and see who the voice actor was for Fear?”

Eddie’s frown deepens and then disappears completely as his eyes widen. He stares at Richie, who by now has gone as red as the Anger emoji.

“Richie Tozier? You voice acted in a Disney Pixar movie and didn’t tell us?”

“Okay, in case you forgot, this was during our clown-induced amnesia years, I’m sorry it wasn’t the first thing that came up at our Derry reunion!”

Bev, practically floating off the couch with glee, glances between Eddie and Richie, who are nearly identical shades of red at this point.

“So Richie gets a role as the literal embodiment of fear and anxiety and just happens to subconsciously make his performance a perfect caricature of someone he can’t even remember?” she asks.

Eddie, sputtering, slashes his hand through the air and tries to explain to Bev that of course it has to be a coincidence, he doesn’t behave like that, it would be ridiculous to assume he had anything to do with Richie’s portrayal of the role.

Richie just sinks lower into the couch, his hands over his face, his ears a fluorescent, mortified shade of fuchsia.

“I’m obsessed with the two of you, you know that?” Bev says eventually, shaking her head and grinning at the eternal obliviousness of the two. “Absolutely, completely obsessed.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #reddie headcanon #it chapter 2 #yes I’m obsessed with this phone game #yes every time I see the Anger emoji I think of Richie showing it to Eddie and going ‘look it’s you’ #i know this is very niche but #it makes me laugh #it 2019

[bulle-d-bulliver]

Stay.

[image description : buggy the clown from one piece is in the first plan, arms crossed and one leg up against the ship rail. behind him on the lower part of the pictures are colorful lights from left to right. there’s a starry night with some clouds. there’s a yellow light coming behind buggy, and a blue one from the sky in front of him. in the middle low is the title in light blue ‘Stay.’ outlined a dark blue. end id]

Edit, 29/10/2023 : I do not make banners like this anymore, nor can I edit the new ones on older posts due to the difference between the editor at the times and the current one since I use extensive alt descriptions. I will not remake posts for writing.

Rating : Teen and Up Audiences, SFW Fandom : One Piece Relationships : Buggy the Clown/Reader Tags :  Non sexual intimacy, Cuddling, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, reader is stubborn,

Summary : Joining the party even though you had a headache that kept on coming back every now and then for a few days hadn’t been the brightest idea you had had. Nor had been not drinking any water whatsoever instead of sugary or caffeinated stuff and staying up at odd hours. And on top of it all, your wrists were hurting again. Although they had started hurting again a few weeks ago, but details, really.

Thank the sea your partner is there to force you to be responsible for once.

 You winced as the crew around you roared with energy, the musicians starting a new song that was just as, if not louder, as the precedent one. Clinks and clanks echoed as glasses were passed or slammed on the tables that had been brought onto the deck for the party. Stomping all around as they danced and moved about. Yells and laughs from what seemed to be everywhere.

 Well, joining the party even though you had a headache that kept on coming back every now and then for a few days hadn’t been the brightest idea you had had. Nor had been not drinking any water whatsoever instead of sugary or caffeinated stuff and staying up at odd hours. And on top of it all, your wrists were hurting again. Although they had started hurting again a few weeks ago, but details, really.

 You roughly rubbed your temples, mumbling complaints under your breath as you got up and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass laying on the counter that was probably clean and got some water to act like you were totally fixing things up and being a totally healthy adult. Shrugging at no one with that thought, you left, going back on the deck and immediately heading toward one end of the ship, where there was no one. You still wanted, and needed frankly, some fresh air. The noises were loud, it wasn’t like you could go that far from it, but at least it was more manageable than being in the middle of it. You could probably ignore the ache that was worsening. Probably.

 You sighed, leaning against the guard rail, nestling your head against your arms- only to be rudely interrupted by another pair of arms settling on top of yours and a warm body leaning on your back. Gloved hands laced with yours, and a round nose tickling you as the person nuzzled gently at your neck.

 “Bad mood …?” Buggy asked, voice carefully kept low for privacy. You hummed in question, a little bit out of it, before you realized how it must have looked from his point of view. Ah geez.

 “No, no. I’m okay.” You took a breath, sighing deeply. “Well I’m okay mentally. Just in a tad of pain, no biggie.” You said casually, half shrugging with the shoulder he wasn’t resting his head on. Maybe you shouldn’t have been as casual, what with your history of downplaying your pain, because he near immediately let go to tug you toward him and check himself if you weren’t stabbed and bleeding to death. Aw, shucks. Your heart squeezed a little at that. You grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks and stilling him in his action.

 “Just a headache. And my wrists again. I’m not dying dude, calm down.”

 He looked offended at that, taking your grabby hands away from his face and opening his mouth- which you promptly stopped with a finger against his lips.

 “Baby. Darling. Love of my life.” You pressed your finger just a bit harder to make your point. “Headache.”

 Buggy blinked owlishly, snorted and looked away, embarrassed. Although not enough to pout childishly, his hands moving to settle on your hips.

 “Why are you even up here then ?!” He suddenly realized, letting go of you to cross his arms, frowning.

 “I thought I was going to be fine. It hasn’t been constant. And I was lonely.”

 “Well…!” He trailed off, not knowing how to argue back without comically yelling nonsense. He huffed. “You should leave now that it hurts. I don’t want to have to go fish you out when you unexpectedly pass out from your headache and fall into the sea !”

 “Okay, one, I have literally never passed out from a headache. And two, you can’t even swim. You’re a hammer, dummy.”

 “Exactly ! And then I’d have to be fished out !!”

 You opened your mouth with a noise of protest, but he hushed you like you did to him earlier, tutting at you.

 “You’re going to bed ! Captain’s orders.”

 That got a squint, and a raised eyebrow coupled with a huff.

 “I’m not 8. Don’t give me a bedtime.”

 That got you a squint, and a raised eyebrow, coupled with a Buggy noise of discontent. Without warning, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the spot you were about to decide would be your grave out of spite, stomping through the party. Several people whistled at him, whooping and making kissy motions, which he very loudly answered with crude insults and threats. But when he had managed to finally get you to his cabin, the door closing and with it locking the noises outside, you couldn’t do anything but instantly relax from the tension that you hadn’t noticed had worsened.

 The clown tugged at the front of your shirt, taking off the necklace you wore most of the time that he had given you.

 “Clothes off, and put on your sleeping ones. Bedtime, Captain’s orders, do not make me repeat my flashy self you fool.” He growled, poking you on the sternum, although his voice was significantly lower than how it would usually be. You groaned, giving in although not without making it more than obvious how much of a hassle the idea of taking care of yourself was. He turned around, going to fuss with something as you began taking off your shirt. You stopped midway, hesitating. The clown immediately noticed, and gave you a Buggy look of discontent. You rolled your eyes, “Fine, fine.” and continued on. Although you stopped once you were in your underwear, eyeing your bed clothes and then Buggy. Well. He was insisting on you taking care of yourself, wasn’t he ? That meant not making things worse when you could tell you'd be having sensory issues with clothes on. You walked up to him and tugged at his sleeve to make him turn, putting your arms around his neck when he did so.

 Immediately, he blushed, tried and failed to form a coherent sentence. Geez. You’d been shirtless plenty of time in front of him and he still reacted this way. It was both hilarious and flattering. Trying to save face, his voice broke into a yelp- making it worse if anything.

 “You can’t- even if very flashily- seduce me on changing my mind-”

 “I’m not.” You interrupted him. “I’m not. Promise.” He was about to argue back, so you went for a cheap move : gently cupping his face between your hands and giving him a soft look.

 “Stay.”

 Well that did the trick. He went dead silent, blush spreading violently across his cheek and burning the tips of his ears. Buggy tried speaking, only to fail and repeat a few times. And a few times more.

 “Please ?” You tried, although you knew that was more than enough to convince him.

 “F-Fine !” He choked out, “I’ll allow you to bask in my flashy company tonight !” Like almost every night, but you didn’t say it outloud, instead smiled and gently kissed him.

 “Thank you, Captain.”

 He looked away, a hand coming up to hide his blushing face as you moved to bed and fluffed up the pillows. It didn’t take too long before he had changed out of his clothes, washed away most of the make-up and moved to the bed, settling down against the pillows you had prepped and welcoming you in his arms as you leaned against his chest.

 He gently kissed your cheek, bare hands running along your bare back. Your own were busy massaging his scalp, no doubt sore from keeping his hair styled the way he usually kept it all day long. He didn’t miss the little wince of pain you tried to hide however, and pushed your hands away from his head to hold them in a secure grip. Buggy placed a few kisses on your knuckles before motioning for you to move away for a bit. He shuffled until he was in a more proper lying position, holding you against him as you settled down again. Breathing deeply in, he exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. One hand went to your head and the other to the wrist closest, gently rubbing both, thumbs pressing circles. You hummed quietly, relieved to just rest instead of worsening the pain like you had been. You breathed with him, nuzzling against his shirt and pressing closer. The both of you stayed like this for a little while, just basking in the other’s warmth and enjoying the gentle attention you were receiving.

 But you were getting antsy. Something didn’t feel right, and you quickly guessed it was a sensory issue. You frowned, trying to figure out what was stressing your brain out. The noises from the party were muffled enough for you to be alright. The room was only lit from the lamp on the nightstand, which was acceptable. It wasn’t because of anything you were wearing- you didn’t have a shirt or pants on. Nor was it from something you weren’t wearing, considering it’s what felt more comfortable. Buggy’s bare hands on your skin felt right, the shirt under you not so much. You looked up toward him and he hummed in question.

 “Can you take off your shirt ?” He kissed your forehead in lieu of an answer, sitting up with you a bit to take it off. He pulled away his pants as well, knowing you might end up getting antsy again because of the remaining clothing, and layed back down with a grunt. You got on your side next to him. Buggy turned, wrapping you back up in his arms. One of his hands went back to your head to continue dotting on you like earlier, the other tracing endless patterns on your skin. He softly kissed your forehead again, mumbling a ‘come here’ and kissing you with a content sigh. You cupped his cheek, thumb softly caressing under his eye. He held you that much closer, nuzzling your nose lightly before pressing your foreheads together. The room was silent again before he broke it.

 “You’re so pretty, Treasure. So damn flashy all the time, making me a mess all day long.” You snorted at that. “What ?! You saying your Captain’s lying ?”

 “I thought we established you weren’t my Captain when we were in bed together.” You mumbled against the pillow, moving to bury your face in his neck but he stopped you.

 “Well ? You’re not answering my question.”

 “What question-” he pinched you, so you corrected yourself, “I know you’re not lying.”

 “......Were you making fun of me ?”

 Only silence and your smug smirk answered him. What followed was what you would call a cheap move when he placed wet sticky kisses on your cheeks as you playfully gagged and kicked his legs. He snickered triumphantly when you called for a truce, giving you one final kiss right on the lips.

 “You’re lucky I love you.” You scoffed, brushing away some strands of hair that had fallen on his face.

 He smiled, one of those pretty smiles full of emotion that made you weak, his now shaky hands squeezing you against him.

 “I am. I love you, Treasure.”

very soft :D

#my writing #one piece x reader #buggy x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #comedy #romance #gender neutral reader #cuddles

[fantasmanya]

Ritsu was pissed to say the least, he was having a great dream, Mao was so close to kissing him, just to be awaken by the weird clown guy his brother and Eichi were friends with and given a task of helping Eichi with. Mind you he didn't specify the task, just went on about how it was a life or death situation.

So here he was in front of Eichi's office, a scowl on his face as he decided if it was really worth it to get tangled in whatever was happening. On one hand he wasn't in the mood for whatever Eichi would rope him into today, while on the other Eichi would have to repay him some other way for this favor. Mao had been quite absent from his life lately, a favor could help him with that.

"Echan what's so pressing you had someone wake me up in the middle of-"

He stopped mid way into his sentence to the sight presented in front of him. There in the office was Eichi in his usual desk but there was something, rather someone, glued to his back.

"Ah Ritsu-kun, it seems Wataru managed to find you" He tried to look as composed as always but the lump behind his back didn't help his image "As you can see I'm having a bit of an issue" he gestured to his back.

There sat his one and only brother, clinging to the blond as if his life depended on it, not even bothering to look up and acknowledge Ritsu's presence, which was basically unheard of.

Rei looked the same as when they were little kids, when he tried to hide Ritsu away when he was sick and making sure his scent was everywhere so he would feel more comfortable. The issue here was, the current victim chosen by Rei was none other than his supposed rival, which Ritsu had suspicions of being more than simply 'rivals' after catching Eichi at his house and smelling way too much of his brother's scent then just roommates should.

Ritsu could only huff out a laugh at this current situation.

"Echan I thought you said you guys weren't anything more than friends" Ritsu moved closer, growing more and more interested "Where is the Echan that tried to make deals and schemes to take down this guy"

"This is...quite a new development" Eichi sighed "He didn't want to tell you yet but-" he moved his hand to the back of his neck, brushing his hair aside to reveal a bond mark.

"Oh wow"

It was said in the most monotonous voice he had ever managed, honestly he did expect this to happen someday but this soon was unexpected.

"You could at least try to sound a bit more surprised" Eichi was again giving Ritsu his fake smile.

"No, this is quite funny actually" Ritsu took a seat in one of the chairs inside the room still smirking at Eichi's expression "So what did you need me for? I can see it wasn't to tell me these 'news'"

"I need you to get him away from me"

Eh?

"More precisely until the end of the day, he has been glued to my back since his rut hit earlier this week. At first it was funny to have him follow me everywhere, but now I can't work with him growling at any person that enters my office"

That seemed to hit a cord with Rei, as he tightened his hold on the other mumbling something unintelligible for either of the two man.

"What about-"

"Kaoru-kun tried to get inside my office only for this-" he pointed at Rei. "To start growling at his direction" he paused "Keito was also a failure, even with the growling he still tried to get near and got his glasses broken"

Ritsu sighed, Rei was just like when they were kids, he remembers when their mother tried to get near Ritsu when he was sick only to have a Rei almost bite her hand off.

"Ughh...Fine but you owe me" He started moving closer to the body behind Eichi's back putting his hand on his shoulder to get his attention "Hey onii-chan let's go spend-"

The exact moment Rei slapped Ritsu's hand away, growling at him.

#wip #reichi

[fayewonglibrary]

'I trust my feelings and musical instincts' (1994)

Tinted follicles fashionably "chopped" into a spiky mass, Hong Kong singer Faye Wong sauntered into the Marina Mandarin ballroom sporting a pair of sunglasses. Her gait was languidly nonchalant; her face was a study in boredom.

Rumors that she is an aloof, haughty and distant celebrity had circulated long before she flew into town with several other Hong Kong stars to perform at a charity show in aid of the National Kidney Foundation.

At the concert's press conference last week, Wong certainly seemed to live up to the reputation. While fellow performers like Jacky Cheung and The Grasshoppers dispensed smiles and niceties liberally, Wong remained, for the most part, reticent.

A few of us reporters were, hence, prepared for a difficult interview when we met her the next day in an SBC dressing room. Wong was up on Caldecott Hill rehearsing for the concert.

Surprise! Miss Icy Cool was actually rather pleasant.

"I don't know how to react in strange surroundings or when I come into contact with people I don't know. I just freeze up. That's why I don't even have my own fan club. I wouldn't know what to say to them," she said softly. "Maybe that's why people think I'm haughty," she added.

During the interview, Wong was, admittedly, a trifle awkward at times but she was far from uncooperative and diffuclt as recent Taiwanese press reports alleged.

The charges sprang from the singer's refusal to clown around on a TV program while she was in Taipei to promote her latest Mandarin album, Bewitched. "I will not do something which does not come naturally. The results will be horrible. I will look silly; the other party will not look good too," said Wong who made her singing debut in 1990. That explains why she left for New York in 1992 after recording her first three albums.

"I didn't feel comfortable with the image the company had projected for me; I felt they were making me out to be someone I wasn't," she said referring to the Madonna clone she was in her early days.

"I went to New York to find myself. I took voice lessons, I went to plays, I absorbed the vibrant cultural scene," she said. She came back to Hong Kong after a year, revitalized and recharged.

"I got my self-confidence back; I resolved to be myself and not anything else." The confidence is reflected in her singing which has become a lot more soulful, emotive and richly-textured.

She brushes off any comparisons with Western contemporaries like Bjork and Ricki Lee Jones. "I don't imitate other singers. I just go with my feelings. I trust my feeling and musical instincts."

Unlike many Hong Kong singers, Wong also pens her own lyrics and has been praised for the verses in her hit, Unregrettably Obsessive. She also chooses her own songs. "I try not to record songs which I don't like."

Her self-assurance is also reflected in the way she dresses. Wong, who wore a provocative see-through dress which revealed her underwear at an awards ceremony earlier this year, is definitely one of Hong Kong's best and most fashionably dressed women.

"I've never deliberately dressed to provoke. I dress according to my moods," said the 1.72-m singer who looked alluring in a skintight blouse by Martin Margiela, one of Belgium's most promising young designers.

The Beijing-born Wong insists she is a conservative Chinese woman. "I am not ambitious; I don't hope for much in life. As long as I make enough money to spend, I'm happy," she said.

She does, however, concede that she is independent. "I've been like that from young. I don't tell my family my troubles," said this daughter of an engineer and a classical singer who migrated to Hong Kong from China several years ago.

"I believe a person has to solve his own problems and make his own decisions in life." She does not seem to be doing too good a job at it though, judging from her pale and wan appearance.

"Yes, I've been rather fragile of late. My stomach's been giving me problems, I tire easily and I just don't have any appetite," confessed the singing siren who tips the scales at 50 kg.

Discovered by one of Hong Kong's most influential voice coaches, Tai See Chong, when she was just 18, Wong has also taken to acting. So far, she has made three TV serials including The Legendary Ranger, a sci-fi adventure with heartthrob Leon Lai.

She is currently shooting her first movie, which is directed by Wong Kar Wai, Hong Kong's most stylish film-maker.

Away from the recording studio and film set, Wong sleeps at home and listens to music by Sting, Sinead O'Connor and R.E.M. "My record company wishes I would be more hardworking but I really can't handle too much work. I must have time to relax."

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SOURCE: THE STRAITS TIMES

#1994

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#'🤡✊' #reaction image #reaction meme #daily reaction images #image mood: clown week #submission #now with added caption

[altmusicposting]

They're Coming To Take Me Away: The Difference a Cover Can Make

First released in 1966 as a novelty song by Napoleon XIV (Jerry Samuels), They're Coming To Take Me Away shot quickly up and then fell off the charts. It was banned after 5 weeks on the radio, when doctors and mental institutions called in saying it "hurt their image" (Mastropolo, The Riff, 2021). Samuels never intended the song to be serious, and knew from it's conception that it was "a sick joke," (Mastropolo, The Riff, 2021). Indeed it is, the song reads as the raving of a spurned ex-lover who was sent to a mental institution post break-up, presumably for the lyrics that indicate he poses a potential danger to himself and/or this other person.

In 2014, American, female-fronted metal band Butcher Babies released a cover of the song on their Sophomore EP, Uncovered. This cover was performed in their own style of thrash metal, rather than seeking to emulate the original (Scavieli, Classic Rock History, 2016). What's so fascinating to me about this, is how drastically different the cover is from the original, and how that changes the air and mood of the song, while still conveying the core feeling of a dangerous ex-lover.

For reference, the original song has no melody at all. There is a cadence to the phrasing of the lyrics, but they are spoken. Samuels did also use a Variable Frequency Oscillator (VFO) to change the pitch and resonance of his voice, and add an echo to punctuate the end of certain lines (Mastropolo, The Riff, 2021). Other than the vocal line, the only instruments are a steady, looped snare drum, tambourine hits, and a siren effect. This extremely bare bones track feels like Napoleon XIV is talking to you, the listener as if you were the ex. It is personal and creepy, like he left a distorted voicemail on your phone. The tone of voice used in this version also has a Joker-like calmness to it. It's sing-songy and oddly punctuated, but he's not yelling at you (mostly). It's not anger, it's a quiet possessiveness and hatred.

The Butcher Babies cover could not be sonically more different. Thrash metal (or thrash) as a subgenre is typically defined by quick tempos and heavy, repetitive drum patterns (Metal Fandom Wiki). It is generally described within the scene as "heavy", which honestly is probably the best word for it. It tends to be aggressive sounding and loud, with visceral lyrics, pounding musical underlines, and harsh vocals. Butcher Babies are no exception in general and on this record. Where the original has no melody, and sparse instrumentation, this version has a full metal band, with drums, bass guitar, electric guitar, and two vocalists.

Interestingly, vocalists Heidi Shepherd and Carla Harvey still avoid true singing, opting to speak and scream the lyrics. Though this decision is in line with the Napoleon XIV track, the tone of voice used by Shepherd and Harvey when whispering or speaking, and the inclusion of harsh vocals conveys an entirely different energy. In this version, there it is no longer the detached, vaguely ominous, creepy clown smiling at you while they threaten your life vibe. This oscillates between giddy, Harley Quinn-type madness and anger. But its still personal, it's still a threat, just now in a more "grab you by the throat and listen to me" way, to use Scavieli's phrasing. In a way though, it does feel less personal, less directed at the listener, and more directed at some undefined "you" as is the case in other songs. The presence of a full band makes it feel more like a song or a performance than a creepy voicemail.

While there is (to my knowledge) no mechanical vocal oscillation, in the Butcher Babies' version, Shepherd and Harvey do make use of different tones of voice, dynamics, and pitches to similar effect. However, instead of being used to enhance the sense of madness, here it feels like it is used to detail the progression of the narrative. It starts as a whisper, like it's a secret or spoken to themselves, then it builds to a normal volume, and eventually they are screaming at the top of their lungs. At this point they are impassioned, angry, and completely off the rails. Tonally, they switch between accusatory, pointed speech, sarcasm, and drawn out, almost whiny notes. There is a range of emotions the speaker is experiencing, and they can't control them. It's like they can't make up their mind about how they feel towards the ex-lover, and everything is crashing over them at once.

Additionally in this version, there is the isolation of the line "To the fucking funny farm," which does not exist in the original. While it is a lyrical moment, it being singled out forces the listener to focus on that one phrase. All of the underlying music cuts out too, and it is abrupt coming off of the whirlwind chaos of the preceding bridge, and immediately followed by the full band coming back in full swing. I can almost see the big wind up of people in the mosh pit getting ready to jump and headbang as soon as the beat drops.

Speaking of the bridge, there is another break in the music preceding it, which is filled in by laughs and heavy breaths punctuated by rapid triplets of chord and drum hits that could be akin to rapid-fire gunshots. It tells the listener there's a big drop coming. It builds to this with a series of 3 on-beat chords followed by another 3 chords played all on the last beat (as a triplet I think), which reads as 1, 2, 3, 4&a. This leads nicely into the next measure/line, because that "a" is a very unstable place to be, and as such leaves the listener waiting, itching for the drop that starts the bridge.

Butcher Babies keep the steady, driving rhythm in their cover, but give it to the guitar instead of a snare drum, and punctuate the down beats with the bass drum. The instruments change pattern and dynamics to better emphasize various aspects of the vocals, like suspending the riff at the end of certain lines and holding out a note/chord instead, or ramping up during the chorus and bridge. Where the original is unrelenting with the exception of a few pauses, regardless of what the lyrics or sirens are doing, the cover interrupts the steady "dun, da da da da dun, da da da da dun,..." with down stroked power chords, and a full switch in strumming pattern and chords at the bridge.

It's fascinating to me how much difference a few decisions can make in the vibe and reception of a song. And perhaps more fascinating how despite those differences it is a) still recognizable as a cover of the original and b) carries some of the same emotions and sense of peril. Whether you prefer the original calm uneasiness, or the Butcher Babies' full throttle break, I hope you can appreciate the sonic qualities of both, as I do. A Happy Halloween to you all!

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[noesheen-buksh]

Week 1 - Artist Research

Robert Mapplethorpe (1/3)

In this photograph we can see that Robert Mapplethorpe's hand reaching out from the dark, holding onto a staff with a skull. Mapplethorpe’s face is also seen emerging out of the complete darkness of the image. The lighting used within this portrait is what I would imagine to be front studio lighting, as the light is somewhat evenly shown on the subject. With no dramatic shadows. The light would be placed right in front of him, but slightly more towards the right-hand side. This would explain why the left-hand side of Mapplethorpe’s face has a slight shadow casted on it. The most interesting part of this portrait to me is the depth of field. The image has a shallow depth of field; however, it is different to what I usually see. Instead of Mapplethorpe’s face being in focus, his hand and staff are in focus instead. With his face being slightly blurred. The composition of this portrait as well as the lighting and depth of field create a mysterious mood. You, as the audience are intrigued and drawn in as if hypnotized, you look towards Robert Mapplethorpe’s face and realise it’s not in focus. Then you look around the picture to see the hand holding onto the staff fully in focus, the sharpest object within the image. The background being completely black also plays into the mysterious mood as there is nothing else to look at.

Cindy Sherman (2/3)

Cindy Sherman’s self-portrait is unlike other self-portraits I have seen before, normally I would see the photographers dress themselves up as different extensions of themselves. However, Sherman herself takes portraits of her playing as different characters, none of them are her at all. The first thing that caught my eye in this portrait is the bright pink hair against the orange background. You would think that the pink would somewhat blend in with the warmed-toned backdrop. However, there is a soft ring of glow surrounding the afro making it stand out. I would imagine this was done by a set of lights placed behind Cindy Sherman angled to highlight just her wig and not her figure. Another thing that drew my attention would be the juxtaposition of the costume and background. Her costume, a green-blue colour, contrasted perfectly with the red-orange background. Even her face is painted in similar hues to the background. The overall subject matter is interesting too; Cindy Sherman dressed as a clown, with flamboyant hair, painted expression and baggy cool-toned clothes. The lighting for this portrait seems to be coming from the left-hand side, it also seems to be a taller light source as it casts a shadow down on the right side of her. The overall mood of this photograph seems like a clown who is tired of constantly having to be “sickly happy”. Who seems to be trapped in this sort of identity with no break soon.

Francesca Woodman (3/3)

Spinning in what appears to be an empty parking lot, Francesca Woodman takes a unique approach to self-portrait photography. She portrays herself as a blurred, distorted figure, moving through space. Her photography captures her movements within the portrait rather than a still like others. She appears as a ghostly white figure, which creates a sense of mystery within her imagery. What drew my attention to this self-portrait of Francesca Woodman, is the use of lighting. Unlike the other two self-portraits I had spoken about, the lighting within this photo does not look like studio light. Woodman looks as if she used the lighting that was at her disposal, that is the light within the parking lot. The overhead light shines down on her creating the top half of her to appear pearly white. However, due to the strong overhead light, it cast long shadows. From below Woodman’s dress, her legs are black blending in with the surrounding shadows. The lighting in this photo also shows a lot of interesting textures, such as the concert walls and ground, making it seem almost more organic. Because of the lighting in this image, Francesca Woodman appears as an enigma. Captivating the audience’s attention, making them look longer.

[mianavs]

Morbid Masterpiece

♥️pairing: serial killer!Hisoka x f!reader

♥️tags: extremely dark content, blood and gore, depiction of death, non-con, kidnapping, smut, non-con bondage, oral (f!receiving), non-con knifeplay, bad ending

♥️a/n: my piece for @undersero's hall-au-ween collab that's somewhat inspired by the killer clown, john wayne gacy. i recommend listening to Sugarbread by Soap&Skin for mood music. all dark and suggestive content below the cut

♥️wc: 1.4k+

Hisoka can’t pinpoint the moment his love for surprises takes a morbid turn; it just does.

It’s an inexplicable sensation—a sudden urge—that takes over. It starts as a swell in his chest that pulsates while it spreads to the rest of his body. It courses through his veins, becoming one with his blood. It sinks through his skin and muscle until he feels it in his bones. It takes over his mind until it’s all he can think about. The rush of pleasure, exhilaration, and joy of seeing his victims in pain, shock, and fear.

That thrilling sensation is why Hisoka the Magician does what he does. It’s why he lures innocents into his workshop under the guise of magic tricks and wrings them dry of all their delicious horror before discarding the empty shells; a taxing process for Hisoka but one he’s more than willing to undergo if it means another victim to sate his thirst.

So, when you lie curled up on the floor with your hands cuffed behind your back, a busted lip, and tears in your terror-stricken eyes, Hisoka can’t help but expel a soft moan at how beautiful you look bathed in fear and his cock stirs to life. He just knows you’ll become his finest masterpiece yet. One he’ll remember for the rest of his life.

You were his easiest victim by far. A pretty little thing working at the hospital he volunteered at who never missed his shows. While Hisoka hadn’t noticed you at first—as you preferred to linger in the background—but your curious gaze caught his attention and he made sure to send you winks and smiles that made you blush. It took less than a week for Hisoka to ensnare you in his trap, therefore he decided to reward you before stripping you of your life.

“P-Please! Don’t do this Hisoka!” you plead. Tears stream down the side of your face as you lie on your side with your wrists and ankles restrained. “Y-You’re a good person that brings happiness to those who need it the most! This isn’t you!”

Hisoka chuckles at your misconstrued image of him before crouching in front of you and wiping away your tears. You close your eyes tightly and flinch at his touch, but you don’t actively try to fight him. A display of helplessness that sends blood rushing to his cock. His hand caresses your wet cheek and travels further down still, only stopping at the curve of your breasts before kneading the soft supple flesh. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth but whimpers still escape your mouth as Hisoka rolls your erect nipple using his thumb and forefinger.

As Hisoka continues to play with your nipples, his eyes trail down to your hips that shift while your exposed thighs press together. Your whimpers turn into sobs when Hisoka readjusts his position and parts your legs just enough to see a wet patch over your clothed sex.

“No! Please, stop! D-don’t do this!”

Your shrill screams are music to Hisoka’s ears and he reaches for his pocket knife to begin his work that will no doubt make you cry out the sweetest tune he has ever heard. He stops dead in his tracks, however, when the smell of your arousal wafts up to him and fills his nostrils with your heady scent. Ignoring your wails, he moves in closer until the tip of his nose brushes against your quivering clit. He inhales and lets out a moan.

“Mmmm… you smell divine.” He digs his fingers into your thighs until you stop squirming beneath him. “I think it’s time to reward you for being such an easy prey.”

Hisoka rips off your wet flimsy panties while you scream, and he feels his hard cock throb in his pants from the mere sight of your drooling cunt. He wants nothing more than to bury himself inside you and start carving his masterpiece but withholds on his selfish desires to bring you the pleasure you deserve.

Without warning, he buries his face between your legs while he holds you down. When he laps at your cunt, you writhe beneath him. When he wraps his lips around your engorged clit and sucks, your body contorts as loud cries rip from your throat.

Hisoka continues his ministrations until your entire body tenses and your loudest scream yet tears from you. You come gushing into his welcoming mouth before collapsing back onto the floor. Your entire body trembles as hiccups interject your choked-up sniveling and your tears mix with the snot dripping from your nostrils. He wishes his phone was in his hands instead of recording the whole ordeal from afar, so he could capture your beautifully distressed face.

Instead, he chooses to burn your face into his memory as he licks your arousal from his lips, hoping you’re the first of his victims that visits him in his dreams to relive this moment over and over again.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, Hisoka releases his cock that springs out. It slaps his stomach and stains his clothes with the precum that’d already dribbled out. After giving himself a couple of pumps, Hisoka maneuvers himself into the circle your conjoined ankles made. The jostling seems to garner your attention, but before you can resume your struggling, Hisoka lifts you by the hips and settles your bottom half onto his thighs. He sees your head hit the concrete ground and hears the hoarse howl of pain that drives him to let go of any restraint he still had left.

He guides his aching cock into your entrance and rams his entire length in, relishing in the hot tightness of your cunt. Your howls continue as Hisoka pounds into you and one look down at your conjoined bodies proves the conjecture he had of you; you were a virgin.

The blood that forms a ring around his shaft sends Hisoka’s mind into a frenzy, and he pulls out his pink pocket knife, drawing out the long blade with a single press of his thumb. Running his tongue across the cool metal, he turns his focus on you and finds you moving your hips on your own while short whines escape your tightly shut mouth. In your newly found pleasure, your cunt grips Hisoka’s cock tighter than before and he knows it’s time to deliver the surprise of your life.

He starts by carefully cutting open your dress to reveal your stomach and grins when he finds it unblemished by his blade. He then continues with two surface-level cuts on both of your inner thighs. You hiss and shift a little but nothing to how you were before and a glance at your face shows that you’re completely out of it. Your eyes are lidded and glazed over and your movements sluggish making Hisoka wonder if the bump to your head had given you a minor concussion.

Hisoka continues ramming into you, the sounds of slapping skin, whimpers, and moans echoing off the walls of his basement. Greedy for more, he sets his knife to the side and presses his thumbs into the small lacerations. Your sweet vibrant blood runs down your thighs and coats his thumbs until it trickles down to his wrist. Hisoka’s breathing turns shallow as his senses are assaulted by your blood and all he can think about is how he wants to see even more.

With his climax within reach, his hips movements become faster and more erratic and he reaches for his knife with a bloody hand. Just when your eyes focus on the man pounding into your wet cunt, Hisoka beams down at you before pressing the blade firmly over your navel and slicing it horizontally.

It’s a perfectly deep cut; one that Hisoka has perfected over the years. It cuts through your skin, fat, and muscle in one swift motion, revealing your entrails under pooling blood. Hisoka watches the rapid rise and fall of your body that causes blood to overflow and cascade down to your conjoined bodies, painting them with your scarlet blood. It’s the sight that Hisoka lives for. It’s the only thing that brings joy to his life. It’s the only thing that gets him off.

So as your raspy cries turn into muted grunts and your cunt squeezes his cock for all it’s worth, he comes into your barely-conscious body with a guttural moan.

Hisoka keeps his cock buried inside of you as your twitching body relaxes and the life leaves your horrified eyes. Eventually, he trails his hands up your bloody corpse and picks it up. He holds it up against his chest and presses a kiss to its cold forehead.

You were indeed Hisoka’s finest masterpiece.

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[ragingbookdragon]

Hell In A Cell

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language and Violence

Author's Note: I can't believe I haven't put this one back up yet. Nothing's more fun than WWE references when you're kicking ass, ya feel? -Thorne

They could feel her eyes on them as they stared at their hands, too afraid to meet her gaze. Dick suddenly found the beds of his nails interesting, Jason and Tim kept looking at the steel seats they were sitting on, and Damian just turned towards the front. She sat opposite of them, on the bench against the other wall, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. The last time any of them had looked, she had her fingers intertwined and pressed against her lips, her eyes cold and infuriated. After a few moments, Dick gathered the courage to look up from his nails and glanced at her.

He gave a fearful smile and asked, “Uh…sis? Are you still…mad?” Her eyes drifted to his and he visibly flinched from her gaze.

She tipped her mouth away from her fingers and seethed, “Mad is the smallest word for what I am right now.” The others flinched at her fury and looked up, taking in the image of their angered sister.

“It wasn’t that bad (Y/N). We’re just…detained…” Jason’s words died as (Y/N) turned her eyes to him.

“I told you four chuckleheads that the property we were on was protected, but nooooo, ‘we’ll just be in there for five minutes. No one is going to find out’.” She growled as she stood, flinging her arms out to gesture around them.

“Well guess what?! Someone found out! And now we’re stuck in a goddamn jail cell at GCPD, waiting for dad to come bail us out!” Each of their necks disappeared into their shoulders.

Tim spoke quietly. “At least none of us got hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter if none of us got hurt! This is going to be all over the news tomorrow! ‘Billionaire Bruce Wayne’s kids found trespassing on personal property’.” She looked at them as she snapped, “Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our reputations?!”

She turned to Tim. “What this can and will do to the company and future deals?!” (Y/N) sat back down and dropped her head into her hands. “We’ll be lucky to come out of this unscathed.” She groaned loudly and rubbed her face with her hands, sighing tiredly, “Dad’s going to be so pissed when he gets here.”

“Father will not be angry at us sister. He will understand what we were doing.”

(Y/N) let out another heavy sigh and from behind her hands, she muttered, “Oh, he’s going to be angry. He’s going to blow a gasket he’s going to be so angry. I highly doubt—”

A shout from the back of the room cut her off. “Will you five shut the hell up? God, you’ve been complaining ever since you got in here.” The comments made the four boys turn their heads to a group sitting in the back.

(Y/N) pulled her head up and turned, her voice dark as she retorted, “Buddy, I’m in a less than stellar mood right now and unless you don’t want me to show you what your insides look like—I’d advise you to shut the fuck up.”

Her threat made him stand up and he started walking towards her, his group of thugs following in tow. “What did you just say to me rich-bitch? Wanna repeat that?”

When he finally stopped walking, he was right in front of her, and she could see her brothers beginning to rise from their seats for a quick defense. She raised a few fingers in their direction, telling them to wait.

(Y/N) looked up at him as she rose from her seat, coming nose to nose with him. She pulled the most intimidating face she could muster and repeated, “I said, unless you want me to show you what your insides look like…shut the fuck up.”

The man turned to his friends and started laughing, causing them to follow in suit, then he turned back to her. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in sweetheart.” He motioned to his friends. “We’re in Two-Face’s gang.” He motioned to a group in the corner. “And those clowns work for Joker.”

He turned back to her and reached out, shoving her shoulder. “You’re locked in here with us. Imagine what we’ll do to five rich kids that don’t have any bodyguards to protect ‘em.” The others laughed, and (Y/N) shot a quick glance to her brothers along with a nod before looking back at the man and letting out a dark chuckle. A feeling of apprehension came over them as they stopped laughing.

She flashed him an unsettling grin and leaned forward, whispering, “No pal, I don’t think you understand. We aren’t locked in here with you.” Her brothers rose, moving to her sides and she leaned back. “You’re locked in here with us.”

The man’s eyes widened, and she jerked forward to grab the back of his neck and slammed his head into the seat she’d previously been sitting on. He dropped and the cell went dead silent.

The gang members in the back had stood up, and (Y/N) looked at the ones in front of her. “Who’s next?” No one moved an inch, and she tipped her head side-to-side. “C’mon jackasses, we’re gonna be here all night. We might as well get this over with.”

The gang members looked at each other before nodding and they turned to her and her brothers. “You’re so going to regret that.”

(Y/N) tipped her head and gave a quick glance to her brothers, grinning evilly. “Whoever knocks out the most thugs gets to come with me to Tokyo next week.” They matched her grins and they got into fighting stances.

She turned back to the group and taunted, “Let’s dance.”

***

They all collapsed onto the metal benches, sweating and bleeding; (Y/N) glanced at Dick who was holding the collar of his shirt to his busted lip. “You good Dickie?”

He looked at her and tossed her a thumbs up, and she turned to Jason. “How’s the nose?” He grunted and held his nose before sucking in a breath and shoving it back into place with a sickening crunch. The others winced at the sound, and Jason let go of his nose, slamming his head back into the wall a few times.

“I’ll take it that you’re better now?” He raised a few fingers and she reached down, tearing a piece of one of the unconscious gang-member’s shirts and tossing it to Tim. “Put that on your eyebrow Timmy.” He caught it and raised it to his left eyebrow that had been spilt open.

He nodded at her and she finally looked at Damian who was continually spitting blood on the floor. “You alright Dami?”

He spat once more and looked at her. “I got a tooth knocked out.”

The others turned to him and leaned forward, trying to see. “Lemme see!”

He opened his mouth, pointing to a tooth in the bottom left of his mouth. “It was a baby tooth, so there’s no problem.”

Jason snorted, but immediately regretted it as he reached up to hold his nose; he turned to Damian. “You’re thirteen and you still have baby-teeth?” Damian’s retort was cut off by a tennis shoe whacking Jason in the head, and they turned to see (Y/N) reclining against the wall.

“Jason don’t be a douchebag.” He grumbled at her and rubbed the side of his head, but conceded, and silence filled the cell once again.

After a few moments, the sound of footsteps came from down the hall and they all turned their heads to see their father, Alfred, and Gordon staring at them in shock. They flashed sheepish smiles, and (Y/N) waved a hand. “Hey dad, hey Alfie…hey Commissioner Gordon.”

“What in God’s name happened here?!”

(Y/N) looked around at the ground littered with unconscious gangmembers and turned back, grinning. “Uh…they got their asses kicked six ways from Sunday.”

“Why?!”

“Well, first they insulted us, and secondly, they put their hands on us. So technically, we were well within our rights to whoop ass.”

Her father glared at her and rebuked angrily. “(Y/N) Wayne, not another word.” She gave him a mock salute and shut her mouth; Bruce turned to Gordon and began discussing something, and a few minutes later, her and her family were walking out to the waiting car.

They all climbed in and waited for Bruce to start yelling at them; no words came from him, but they could tell he was seething with rage. A few moments went by and they pulled into an abandoned parking lot.

Bruce turned around and let them all have it. “You’re all off patrol for two months. Reason number one, the trespassing. Reason number two, the Hell in a Cell you five had.” He paused and threw his hands in the air. “What the hell were you five thinking?”

They all looked at (Y/N) who rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Yeah sure, look at the oldest and expect her to explain.” They giggled at her and she turned to her dad. “First and foremost, I can’t believe you just used a WWE term. Secondly, they were thugs, and we were attacked. So, by default, we just responded naturally.”

“And breaking skulls and bones is natural?”

“Is that a legit question?”

“Don’t make me ground you, young lady.”

(Y/N) grunted at him. “I’m twenty-six. You can’t ground me. I don’t even live at home.”

The others watched them bicker until Bruce raised a hand. “Enough. We’ll discuss this at home.”

“Again, I don’t live with you. I live on my own.”

“(Y/N) Wayne.”

“Alright…whatever.” He turned back around and nodded to Alfred, and the car began moving once more.

After a few minutes of silence, Jason cleared his throat and nonchalantly mumbled, “Not that it’s super important right now…but I get to go to Tokyo with you next week.”

“The hell you do! I knocked out the most thugs!”

“No, you didn’t replacement. I did.”

“Neither of you Robin failures completed the challenge correctly. I won it.”

“Not to be rude little D, but you would be incorrect. I won the challenge.”

“Ain’t nobody asked you Dickhead.” This spurred an even bigger fight as the four of them began to bicker in the backseat, and (Y/N) groaned, leaning forward and rested her chin on Bruce’s shoulder.

His head tipped downwards, and he eyed her. “What’s wrong with you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and mumbled, “I gotta them all to Tokyo next week because we aren’t going to be able to figure out who knocked out the most.”

Bruce sighed, but a small grin crossed his lips, and after a few seconds he murmured, “You won the most knocked out, didn’t you?”

“Oh totally.”

“That’s my badass daughter.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Master Bruce! Ms. (Y/N)! Your language!”

They both glanced at Alfred and said, “Sorry Alfred.” They looked back at each other before sharing a smile, then the sound of flying fists reached their ears and they both sighed. Then,

“OW THAT WAS MY NOSE!”

“AND THAT WAS MY LIP!”

“OW YOU LITTLE SPAWN! THAT’S MY ARM YOU’RE BITING!”

(Y/N) glanced over her shoulder and looked at her fighting brothers: Jason had Dick in a headlock while giving him a noogie, and Tim was trying to remove Damian’s teeth from his forearm. She turned back around and looked at Alfred and her dad.

“Do you guys wanna come with me instead of them?”

Bruce eyed her with an eyebrow raised. “Do you really think leaving the city to the four of them is a good idea?”

(Y/N) thought for a moment before muttering, “I mean it’s not a great idea, but it’s an idea nonetheless.”

“One that’s bound to end up in a city on fire.”

“…Yeah you got me there.” She paused a slight second before affirming, “But the offer still stands.”

“No (Y/N).”

“But I don’t want to take them with me.”

“Too bad.”

“Fuck my life.”

“MS. (Y/N)! LANGUAGE!”

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