#petition to send this person back to school

[phantasmagoria-in-neverland]

Hihi! :) could I please request some headcannons for various star wars boys with a really short reader? (Your star wars boys marriage headcannons was so good it urged me to send you this ask hehe 😆)

Various Star Wars Boys Headcanons: With a Short! Reader.

A/N: Hi, thank you so much! I am super sorry for the hella long wait, but unfortunately, between school and work I've had absolutely zero free time. Hope you'll still enjoy this anyway! Also, I fell like I should point out that there are mentions of wearing heels in a few of the headcanons, but it's all still very gender neutral.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, The Mandalorian\Din Djarin, Poe Dameron, Cal Kestis.

Obi-Wan Kenobi:

-Obi-Wan will probably not even notice your height for quite a while, he's not one to really pay attention to physical appearances. He will only realise how tall he is compared to you once he starts to develop feelings for you, and even then he will never treat it like a big deal. Might not even mention it unless you do it first. 

-Appreciates when you wear heels, not because he thinks you look prettier with them on, he always thinks you're stunning no matter what, but because it really helps his neck and back to not have to lean\look down quite as much. Forgive him, he's not quite as spry as he used to be. 

-But if you wear them because you feel insecure about your height? Obi-Wan will do anything he can to dissuade you from wearing them. Whether with more subtle comments or with showers of compliments, he will absolutely not rest until he is sure you know how amazing you are. 

-If you were to try and climb something because you cannot reach a high place, Obi-Wan will insist on doing it for you. He usually never stops you from doing things on your own, mostly because he doesn't want to overstep; Independence is important and no matter how much he'd rather do everything for you, he knows you have lived most of your life without him, and you are more than capable of looking after yourself, but he really can't refrain himself from helping you when there's a chance you might injure yourself. If you really want to do it on your own, he will understand, but please, for his sake, won't you at least let him stand behind you so that he could catch you if you were to fall?

-Obi-Wan is notoriously almost impossible to fluster, he is too mature and also, but that is something reserved only for you, too suave for it, and although you might have tried in the past, you have never quite found his weakness. Until one day, without even thinking about it, you decided to wear his robe. The instant he came home and saw you, he flushed to the tip of his ears. He is still going to at least try and keep his composure to compliment you as he usually would, but stars above you're killing him.

He's definitely going to stay closer than usual for the rest of the day, and for as shy as he has suddenly gotten, he won't refrain himself, because that wouldn't be fair to you, from showering you in appreciation, just don't tease him or you might actually give him a heart attack. He really isn't used to this after all.

-Even if you are not insecure about it, Obi-Wan will never tease you about your height. Even when he pokes some lighthearted fun at you, he always makes sure to steer clear of the more "serious" things like personality or appearance. He never wants to risk actually hurting you. 

-Obi-Wan absolutely takes the time to help you find shops that sell petite clothing options. Whenever he's travelling, be it with you or because he's on a mission, if he finds himself in a city or market he will make sure to keep both of his eyes open.

He also keeps a list of all the places he deems good enough, with little scribbled stars next to the ones he's positive you'd like. He knows how difficult finding your size tends to be for you, and that more often than not you end up having to make alterations anyway, so he's really glad to make that tedious job easier.

-When the two of you walk next to each other Obi-Wan always watches his strides. A step for him equates to two for you, and he never wants you to get tired by running after him.

Anakin Skywalker:

-Considering his height Ani can, and 100% will, hold the things you were trying to reach for so high above your head that no amount of stretching will be of any help. Don't worry, he's going to give them back even immediately… as long as you are willing to pay the ransom. Which will always consist in a kiss, it is so unoriginal that at some point you started doing it before he even got the chance to ask.  

If you were ever to suggest that he could simply ask for a kiss, you're going to hear a minutes long rant about why he's definitely not going to do that, and how could you make him renounce his fun, he's already a Jedi, have some compassion.

-While hugging Anakin you will be lifted off the ground, and more often than not spun around too. It doesn't matter at all how much you weight, you're still so small, and honestly, he could hold you close for hours on end if he got the chance, do you really expect him to stay bent down for that long? Still, you can definitely tell that he not-so-secretly loves your height difference, even when he uses this as a chance to poke some lighthearted fun at you. 

-Being the voice of reason in your relationship comes with the slight downside that Ani can't stand when your arguments make more sense than his, especially if you start sounding like Obi-Wan. He is not going to get angry at you, but when he's annoyed, he definitely becomes aggravating.

Especially because he loves to pretend that he can't hear you when you're making a good point. What do you expect him to do, he's so tall, and you're so short, of course he can't hear you, maybe you should get a megaphone or better yet, a ladder. On a strangely positive note, if you kick his shins to make him bend down and listen, he's not even going to pretend to be upset about it, but he is going to laugh.

-If all your climbing skills are getting displayed while you're trying to reach something that is a little too high and Anakin is there to witness, you will surely hear cheers and a little too loud encouragements being thrown at you. For once, he's not actually being embarrassing on purpose, and he will help you if you ask him to, but he won't offer to aid you himself, why should he? He knows you're more than capable of doing it on your own, and anyone with even a slight Force affinity would be able to tell that he is more than ready to catch you, but he’d much rather clap for you once you've managed it on your own.

-Ani couldn't care less if you can kick his ass into next week with your eyes closed, he still feels like he needs to shield you from all the dangers of the world. Well, to be honest, he'd still feel that way no matter your height, but he'd be lying if he said that your small stature doesn't intensify his need to hold you close and never let go. Also he really loves feeling like your protector, it makes him feel needed. 

-If you are ever at a concert, event or any other situation that would require you to look at something while in the middle of a crowd, Anakin will either find you a place where you can actually see, or straight up lift you over his shoulders. He doesn't wait for you to ask, and he never complains, and if anyone else tries to make a mean comment about it, he's gonna give them a single look that will make them instantly shut up.

Luke Skywalker:

-Luke always leans or sits down when he's talking to you, he doesn't want to make you feel like he's towering over you, or for you to have to bend your neck to look up for too long. 

-Like father like son, Luke will also pick you up while hugging you, but accidentally. He doesn't even realise the moment your feet start lifting off the ground, and in all probability neither did you, not when you're both melting into each other. If you point it out, he will immediately lower you back down and apologise, and although he will definitely be more careful, he isn't going to let go, he has no problem being the one to bend down.

-Luke has no problem whatsoever with your height, and he pretty much forgets about it most of the time. But there are other times, like when you're curled up while sleeping and you look so small, or when the two of you are holding hands and his engulfs your own, or when you have to ask him to bend down for a kiss, that he can’t refrain himself from finding you… adorable. He never says that out loud in case it might hurt your feelings, or make you think that he doesn't realise what a force of nature you are, but you might still figure it out anyway, when he looks at you like you're the most precious thing he has ever seen.

-On that same note, Luke will absolutely melt if you ever wear something of his. Whether it is a shirt that reaches almost all the way to your knees, or his robe that he gives you when you're cold within which you almost disappear, has little importance, either way his face is going to tint red and a lovesick smile is going to spread across his face, no matter how many times he has seen you before.

-If you ever were to hide behind him for whatever reason, he is going to get comically proud of himself, but really, Luke doesn't often get the chance to feel big and strong, and although he definitely is, he is also often underestimated until he proves himself, also, most of the people he cares for are fighters to the core and extremely independent, so he doesn't often get the chance to be a protector and he will admit without shame, that it feels really nice to know that you look to him for reassurance.

-When you are walking together through a thigh packed crowd, Luke will stand in front of you and shield you with his body. It is one of the very rare times where he doesn't ask for your permission to do something for you, of course you could do it without him, but if he can spare you from even just a single push or elbow to the ribs, if he can prevent even a single bruise, than to him it is worth your indignation. But if you were to thank him for being thoughtful? He's a goner.    

Han Solo:

-It goes without saying that Han wouldn't be Han if he didn't always have a ‘short’ joke ready. 

Although he is uncharacteristically optimistic when facing impossible odds, any other time his cynicism is his most predominant feature, so, say you were to say something along the lines of “Everything is going to be alright.” his response would be that “Of course you're an optimist, you're always looking up.” 

Or if you were to pick a fight with a guy, Han would not be able to stop himself from remarking that “Honestly sweetheart, you should go for it, i'll even bet on you. Of course I've got faith in you! You're the perfect height to punch where it'll hurt most.” before getting the two of you out of the situation.

And of course the evergreen classic “How's the weather down there, Sweetheart?”

-Han calls you anything except your name. His preferred nickname for you is always ‘shortcake’, no matter how serious the circumstances. But, in a situation where your small stature is actually useful, maybe because you fit into a tight space, he will add 'Vertically Efficient’ in front of it; Likewise, when your height ends up hindering you, which let's be honest happens far more often than not, you will get demoted to 'Vertically Challenged Shortcake’. The man is ruthless.

-Han rests his arm on your head often. He doesn't even always do it to jab at you, he genuinely finds it a comfortable position, and I’m not sure whether that makes it better or worse. But he also, when the two of you are alone and he is feeling soft, rests his chin on your head and holds you close.

And let's not forget the forehead kisses, so many forehead kisses. It's easier than bending down to kiss your lips, especially if he is in a hurry, and it also has the bonus point of being the easiest place to reach while he is holding you to his chest.

-Han can, and without a doubt will, pretend to lose you if you find yourselves in a crowd, and he will find it absolutely hilarious. You could be standing right in front of him, maybe even be screaming at him that you are right there and to stop being an ass, and he would still look everywhere except down. If he actually ends up upsetting you, Han will grumble for a few minutes before trying to make it up to you, he really is sorry, he just never knows when to stop.

-As I said before, Han can be quite a bit of an ass when he wants to be, and when it comes to you, oftentimes even when he doesn’t actually intend to be mean. Unfortunately for the both of you, old habits die hard, and it is not rare for him to accidentally piss you off, especially when he gets a great laugh at your expenses.

Like the times he catches you struggling to reach something, and ends up finding your efforts hilarious. You’d have to plead with him for a while, before he makes any move to come to your rescue, and even then he won’t stop laughing until you get angry, you just might end up avoiding asking him all together, and find a solution by yourself.

When Han sees how crafty you can get to reach what you want, he will be genuinely quite impressed, but the best thing that will come out of his mouth will be something along the lines of “I've really gotta hand it to short people… because you usually can't reach it anyway.”

-Sure, Han might tease you to death, but Force help anyone else who dares to, especially if they actually hurt your feelings. He is ready to throw hands without a second of hesitation, and he will make the offender apologise. 

The Mandalorian\ Din Djarin:

-Din never, ever, lets you get on your tippy toes or stretch your neck to kiss him. He will always bend down before you can even try to reach him, you'd almost think he has developed a sixth sense about it, and no matter how much you complain that he must already be tired and that it is no good for his back, he always shrugs and insists that he'd much rather it be his neck rather than yours. He'll forget all about it as soon as your lips touch his anyways, so he really doesn't mind.

-For as terrible as it sounds, Din is quite used to the child's height already, and although you are nowhere nearly as short, it simply means that he is already attuned to looking out for someone much smaller than him. He knows without even having to think about it whether something is a little too high up for you to reach, he instinctively looks for the smallest chair for you to sit on so that your feet won't be left dangling, and is just overall very aware of your size. In a good way, I swear.

-On kind of the same note, every time you wear heels, even more so if it isn't often, he instinctively looks lower than needed to meet your eyes. Din can get quite embarrassed about it and he always tries to adjust his stare as subtly as he can, and although his visor does help, it is not rare for you to catch him raising his head a little. It ends up looking quite silly, mostly because of how unnecessarily hard he tries to hide it, and you end up laughing at it a few times.

-Absolutely no climbing will happen under this man's watch, you could try to while he's asleep and he'd probably still get up to stop you, as I said before, he kind of has a sixth sense about it, it's the dad in him.

Din has no problem at all going out of his way to get you what you need, you won't even have time to try before it's already in your hands, especially if it stops you from trying to balance on three awkwardly piled stools, a cardboard box, a cluster of random objects he doesn't even understand how they're supposed to help, and way too many hopes and prayers. Honestly, he has seen this happen one time exactly, and it took twenty years off of his lifespan. Never again.

-Din truly doesn't want to underestimate you, your height doesn't make you fragile in any way, he knows that, but he still ends up being extra protective of you. One of the things he is the most glad for, is that your shorter stature makes it easier for him to cover you with his body. He's always wearing full body armour, and you most probably aren't, which is why he always thanks the stars every time someone is shooting at the two of you and him moving in front of you is enough to make you practically disappear.

-Din might not be a tailor, but he has mended his fair share of clothing throughout his life, and has become quite adept at it as well. And although he might not be able to make you clothes from scratch, he is more than able, and willing, to help you alter pretty much anything. Sawing with you, chatting about the day's events, maybe while enjoying the calming scenery of a beautiful planet as the child plays just a few meters away, has become one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and simply unwind.

Poe Dameron:

-Poe carries you around constantly, so much so that you fear you might forget how to use your own legs. He insists that considering you always end up on him one way or another, and it is mostly by his own doing with how much he likes having you close, you might as well enjoy the free rides.

But honestly, he kind of lacks the patience to slow down his steps so that you won't have to run after him, especially when he's particularly excited about something. Not that he wouldn't do it of course, he does, but to him it's much more convenient to just scoop you up and hurry to where you want to go.

-At times, when he can't refrain himself from teasing you, Poe will ask you to repeat what BB8 said, that he obviously understood just fine, because: “you can hear him better from down there”. 

His jokes are never mean, and it is rare that he mentions your height at all, but when he does, most of the time it's something along the lines of him hugging or kissing you, and then remarking that he is “appreciating the little things”.

-Poe thinks you are absolutely adorable, and he will say so to your face. With him, no pride will be spared, at all. Why would he anyway, sure, your small stature makes you really cute, but why should that take away from your capability to kick ass? He is a firm believer in taking pride in every aspect of oneself, and when it comes to the greatest person he knows, he wants you to be proud of all that you are.

-On that same note, he will heavily dissuade you from wearing heels if you only do it because you are insecure of your height. You are stunning, and he reminds you of that every chance he gets, short or tall, you are always radiant, no need to be unnecessarily uncomfortable. 

He also not so secretly loves your height difference, but that has nothing to do with his unconditional appreciation of you, although he really does like how well you fit into his chest when he holds you.

-Poe is the type to straight up ask you to wear his clothes. He doesn't know what the word subtle means, and he is really big on communicating what he is feeling and what he likes, so he sees no reason not to outright tell you how hot you look in his oversized shirts. If he already cannot keep his hands to himself for the life of him, be prepared to have him practically glued to your side the entire time you are donning his clothes. 

-Poe will panic if he cannot find you in a crowd. The moment he loses sight of you he is in ‘rescue mode’, even though you are probably not in any danger, nobody kidnapped you in the half second he took his eyes off of you, and you in all likelihood did not get trampled by the crowd. 

It is a bit better if he just lost you at base, he is at least sure you aren't in mortal peril then, but he might still resort to climbing something and call your name to find you as fast as he can. Yes, the people around you will think him insane, and yes, you might be tempted to pretend you do not know him, but please let him know you are alright, poor boy is worried.

-If you are having trouble reaching something, Poe will just lift you up and down to get it. Sure, he could get it for you, and that would be easier, but he doesn't want to do it in your place, unless you ask of course, he's simply trying to be the safer version of climbing a stool. It's also pretty much a constant ‘Simba moment’, which he finds hilarious. 

Cal Kestis:

-Every time he's tired Cal rests his chin on your head, and whenever you are tired, you rest your head against his shoulder. You two are so adorable that it's enough to give everyone who sees you diabetes. Jokes aside, Cal is all about these casual, lighthearted displays of affection, and the fact that you two fit together so nicely is a great bonus.

-Unlike Han, Cal might actually forget to look down if he lost you in a crowd. He isn't trying to tease you, and he finds you quite quickly anyway, but he does have a tiny moment of confusion if he can hear you or sense you, but can't see you. He's going to laugh at himself for a while when he finally looks down and sees you standing there with a disappointed face. 

You'd think that, like Din, he would be used to BD-1’s height, but his little companion is perched on his shoulder most of the time, so Cal might actually try to look behind himself before remembering to look down.

-Cal doesn't immediately come to your 'rescue’ when you're trying to reach something that's a little too high, even if you start climbing, simply because he doesn't want to overstep. You've got it, he knows that. He's just going to continue with whatever he is doing, while also keeping you in the corner of his eye, in case of a fall, and his ears open in case you do call for his help, in which case he will be by your side in a second.

-Cal never means to tease, but at times he might end up doing it accidentally. It's never mean, and it's usually just lighthearted comments about how small you are, never in a negative way. But if you do find it irritating, or you'd simply rather not hear it, you will only have to express it to him once, and he will do his damned best to watch his mouth from there on out. 

-Cal has the time of his life anytime someone underestimates you, whether it is a physical type of fight or a verbal smackdown, he is just glad he gets to be present for it. Seeing them starting out all smug and full of confidence and then watching you kick their, literal or metaphorical, ass into next Thursday never fails to have him in stitches.

He also might or might not end up accidentally, and dramatically, quoting Shakespeare to them, something like "And though she be but little, she is fierce", it's up to you to decide whether you find that flattering or terribly embarrassing.

-Cal always, and I do mean always, wants to share earbuds with you. It's pretty much his unofficial love language, and he has a whole lot of playlists he made for you to listen to together on different occasions. He has a special soft spot for walking around hand in hand, enjoying the sights, and listening to your favourite songs. And he's not going to renounce to this little tradition even when all you have are wired earbuds, and your height difference means he has to walk leaning to the side the whole way. Sure, his back might hurt in a few hours, but the happiness he feels when the two of you get to relax in your shared little world is way more than worth it.

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[oddballwriter]

Moon Boys as Subject Teachers

Warnings: None that I know of 

Author’s Snip: This was inspired by @ominoose's post for Oscar Issac characters as school subjects teachers so shoutout to them for the inspo.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant - History & English/Literature

A bit of an obvious choice but there's a reason

Steven 100% is a favorite amongst the students

He actually makes learning history and reading fun for them because he talks so enthusiastically about everything in each unit and finds ways to let the kids engage in what's happening

He tries his best to personalize the lessons with either making a worksheet for it to help the kids take in the knowledge or make a slide show for demonstration and visualizing what's being said

His slideshows are actually very iconic because he makes sure they look nice so that the kids will pay attention to them. He has an occasional outdated meme but you know what he's trying and the kids know that

Steven's classroom is also very decorated with both posters that he bought or ones made by students (matter of fact poster making is an extra credit thing if you need it)

He's very attentive to his students and believes that it's crucial for teaching. If a student is struggling then he gladly helps them and works on finding a way to help them learn the lessons in their own way, and if they need to spend some time after school then he'd be happy to stay and see what they need

Steven hates having to be strict and disciplinary but if he needs to then he will.

If a kid misses an assignment's deadline it's okay as long as they give him a heads-up and they turn it in before a unit is done or something. But if someone is actively not doing their homework or assigned work then he will have a talk with them and give them detention if need be and make them do that work

As for troublemakers who disrupt the class he does the whole politely telling them to quiet down or stop, to telling them more sternly, to standing outside till he tells them to come back in, and then the final strike is sending them to the office

On a lighter note, Steven is definitely the kind of teacher to let students eat in his classroom during lunch as long as they don't make a mess and clean after themselves and actually uses that to get to know the kids outside of the lessons

I firmly believe that Steven has talked to the school about creating a book club of some kind so that kids can be in an environment that treats reading as an activity you can do rather than something you NEED to do and sort of does the same with his literature and english students

For example, my senior year English teacher had us do fifteen minute reading time at the beginning of class each day with a book we checked out at the library. I feel like he'd do something like that

But anyway, yeah, he's definitely petitioned to have a book club or some other club similar to that

Marc Spector - Math

I actually see him being more of a student counselor but I just get this weird sense that if I had to pick a subject that he would teach then I'd say math like algebra, calculus, and geometry, for some reason

I don't know he just seems like he's good at math and would be fine with teaching it

His class, despite being a math class, isn't so bad.

Marc's one of those chill teachers who teaches what he needs to and lets the students do their own thing so long as it's not causing any trouble

The first half of class is him teaching the students a new formula, how to do it, how it applies to the world and stuff and then he writes some equations on the board for the students to solve on their own on a piece of paper that they give to him at the end of class just to confirm that they were listening

He's not an easy A exactly. He is when you actually try and listen though

Marc hardly has rules to be honest, they're basic as hell. His class rules are just "Pay attention, do your classwork and homework, yes you are allowed to use a calculator if you need/want to, yes they are allowed on tests, show your work on the sheet or a piece of paper as long as you write your name on it and staple it to the worksheet, don't cheat on your tests, and don't disrupt the class"

He's also very lenient on things. You can listen to music while you work so long as he isn't actively teaching. You can chew gum so long as you aren't chewing or blowing it loudly and sticking it on the desks. You can freely talk to your friends and classmates as long as you aren't bugging them, being loud, or doing it while he is teaching.

Due to the free talking he knows all the gossip around school simply because the kids will be talking about it while they work

He says he doesn't care/isn't into gossip but he secretly moves the kids who gossip toward his desk so that he can hear it while he works at his desk when he changes up the seating chart every once in a while

On top of that he gets to know his students because he will walk around the classroom to stretch his legs and will start small talk with the kids that sometimes leads to full conversations

Marc is very no-nonsense or slacking off though. If a kid is not doing their work then he tells them to start doing it or else they'll need to do it at home along with their homework if they don't get it done at the end of class. As for troublemakers, he just sends them out or to the office since he's learned that more want the attention

Jake Lockley - PE

I know a lot of people say that Jake would be a Spanish/foreign language teacher, and I can see that, but to me, this man gives off PE teacher energy (in a good way)

Jake is sort of the tough love kind of PE teacher that still makes the kids do the activities but he's not cruel

He also doesn't just stand there. If he can he will do the exercises with the kids so that they don't try and be a smart ass with him. He will run the mile with the kids but stays behind so that no one can walk it while he's not looking. It also helps boost the confidence of the kids who don't run as fast and fall behind by being there and praising them for keeping it going

"You're going great. It's about being active not pushing yourself."

If a student feels sick or is on their period and having cramps he'll ask how bad it is and depending on how severe it is he'll let them sit out on that day if it's bad or walk a few laps around the track if they can. "Just as long as you're doing something, okay?"

He's not an idiot though. If they use the sick or period card too many times and it doesn't add up then he calls them out and tells them to do the activity

"Matter of fact, do double because you think I'm stupid."

Jake also isn't oblivious to the fact that he's "the hot teacher" that the female teachers and students blush and giggle at. Of course, he doesn't do anything about either because it's unprofessional and one is a literal crime

But he's not dumb. He knows that some teachers check him out while he's running and exercising with the kids outside

Jake is a part of after-school/extracurricular programs too.

He's definitely a coach for one of the school's sports teams, he finds it to be a great way to give kids something to do after school instead of running around and possibly causing trouble. Jake also likes seeing the kids who've got something going for them and encourages them to do something with it

He also loves seeing all the other clubs and extracurriculars too and is so supportive.

Cheer and dance team going to a competition? Knock 'em dead!

Theatre doing a production? He's buying a ticket and encourages his students and players to go if they can.

Speech and Debate off to a tournament? The other schools have no idea what's coming.

He's sending his love to all of them

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (I forgot to add this, also my applications are open just ask lol)

#moon knight #moonknight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight headcanons

[iiratix]

Can we have a scenario where RSA has a ball and fem reader meets the twisted wonderland Disney Princess?

Enemy Territory

Where the loveable Prefect visited another school and the whole Night Raven College cause an entire ruckus of it

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Absolutely not."

The timid and bashful girl could only look down at the ground, disappointed by the disagreement. The question is; is it that much of a surprise? Obviously it is not. In fact, she's well aware it was a good old plain, no. She has false hope that maybe, he would’ve kindly let her go. Considering how he has a certain connection to the sender. Not in a good way, of course.

"Hah… What I'm far more curious about is how exactly Neige managed to invite you over? More specifically, to the front of your dorm." Vil looked down at Y/n, who stubbornly turned her head to the side, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, brows creased.

At the sight, he pondered where has that attitude come from? It is not everyday she would’ve acted in such a manner or so. Even worse, her current attitude reminded him of someone that he personally knows. He connects between the two dots, it didn’t take him long enough to send a nasty glare at Epel who’s whistling innocently beside him.

For that, he’ll severely punish Epel for being such a bad influence.

“No matter how many times you plead, no one will agree.” The dorm leader frowned, watching how she switched from her rebellious persona to a sulking one. Vil sighs, completely in disbelief at how persistent she is. If she wants a ball, he would try and persuade the headmaster to make one. There’s no need to go to such length of stubborness—

“...I hate you…”

“For the last time, n— Huh? Pardon?”

Epel somewhat snorted hearing that, muffling his laughter behind his palm, head swiftly turned to the side. Ignoring how Vil burning glare lies within him. Once more, he tried to be rather patient with the girl, looking up ahead onto the petite and smaller girl in comparison. Y/n's is undeniably adorable and that's why her charm is quite irresistible.

"...For the last time, no." Vil crossed his arms, clearly dissatisfied with her rebellious phase. "What part of no did you not understand?"

"Everything." Both Epel and Y/n speak at the same time, synchronizing with one another. That results in the two of them getting hit by the back of their head, having a red bump as the two cinnamon are sulking on the ground. Well, the other one is cursing to himself.

Vil finds everything unbelievable. Perhaps, Epel did become some sort of a bad influence for the Ramshackle Prefect. This further adds up the things he must do at once. And first of all, is to discipline Epel all over again. Starting from the basic form of all.

"Roi Du Poison, may I ask permission to interject this conversation?" Turning to face Rook, his vice dorm leader, Vil raises a brow wondering what this eccentric hunter has in mind.

"What is it Rook?"

"Personally, I would've let Mon Lapin go." Y/n quickly switches sides and stands behind Rook, brimming with never ending happiness. Even Epel came along and stood on the opposite side where Y/n was standing. The two of these first year students found their ray of hope among many others.

Vil feels rather skeptical upon closer inspection. He wouldn't be surprised if Rook himself would've taken her side. But, what about Epel? Why out of all people let her be? To go to their enemy territory? There must be a plausible explanation for this abnormal behavior of his. What exactly does Y/n bribed him with?

Spoiler alert: She didn't. Well, maybe she did. In her own way that no one can exactly copyrighted against. And no, she didn't not resort to violence.

"Of course, the thought of her leaving our territory wound my heart! However, the image of her to be a part of something, something outstanding right next to her, I must pursue this subtle image!" Y/n nodded full in ecstasy, that's when she rethought Rook words. And that's also where she becomes rather petrified.

"Rook-senpai… What do you mean by picture?" Rook outwardly smiled in full enigma, clearly didn't bother to specify what he had meant. Y/n and Epel look at their senior weirdly, judging the case on whos’ side he’s actually on. It was a tad inconvenient, but their calculation assumes he’s only doing this for the sake of his own satisfaction.

Per usual, it would’ve been easy to prevent her from being stubborn. How? Simple, all they need to do is bribe that low self-worth of a cat. That willingly to take some tuna can and betray his own liege. For once, Vil cannot find Grim anywhere. It is likely enough he was being held captivated to stop ruining everything on behalf of Y/n.

“Rook, no matter what you said, she won’t be going anywhere. And I personally represent the entire Night Raven College.”

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It had been a long time since the chaos at Night Raven College. No more unnecessary overblot, no more dorms or schools falling into chaos, no more vandalizing and destroying this family friendly school. Well, to be honest, it would have been a lot if one hadn't made a single mistake. Amazingly, he always made mistakes.

The sight of the seven students arriving at the principal's office in person was truly a terrifying sight. What's more, Malleus himself personally entered without further notice. Now, things would be a lot easier if Crowley summoned the Prefect right now. However, that was the main case, the reason why all the dorm leaders were here at once, glaring through the poor principal. This is why he tried.

"Headmaster Crowley… What's the meaning of this?" Everyone is painfully aware that it is bad news if Leona himself skips out his nap for something else. And not only that, the fact there were quite a few students outside the room, clearly dissatisfied with the principal himself. Plus, we don't need to go through different kinds of introductions just to tell who they are.

Crowley feigns a cough, hand on top of his chest, praying for the seven — internally — for his safety. "Pardon me, I do not understand what all of you are talking about." The tension in the room increased for a few seconds, even some random students walking around innocently could suffocate by themselves.

The sky that was once clear, gloomed, clouds gathered together in the color of darkness. It was one man doing, however, it expressed every one of them their current mood. Green lightning struck the earth, descending in its fiery fury. The glare of many eyes stare at one pitiful being alone.

"Well, perhaps I did something." Cried Crowley, shifting his approach to the enraged students who are ready to flip the entire world upside down. "However, it was thanks to my graciousness that I allow her to have a vacatio—"

"In Royal Sword Academy? The enemy of Night Raven College??"

"...Fret not! Ambrose promised me she'll be in safe hands while she's there—!!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!!"

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"And this'll be your room!"

Neige has been more than kind enough to show her around the entire layout of the school. She never felt so incredibly excited for the ball by now. It was a safe choice to ask permission from Crowley instead of her friends. Unlike them, she'll manage to somehow guilt trip him one way or another. She does hope Grim won't cause a ruckus while she's away.

It's not like she'll disappear for an entire month or even years, she's only going for two to three days. After that, she'll make sure to return. Y/n felt there was nothing wrong with accepting the ball invitation. Hence, why does her friends make an entire fuss of it? Even Vil somehow managed to convince Epel, who's used to be on her side, betraying her and tried to stop her from going. Only some of them are quite chill about it, she doubted it would last long.

"Someone excited~" Y/n raised her head, facing what seemed to be the empty air. Had she gone crazy or did she for certain hear someone speak right next to her?

Neige cannot prevent the laughter that comes pouring out of his lips. It was amusing to say the least, to find her confused, looking back and forth in between Neige and her surroundings. Now, he's aware of the reason why NRC students tried to keep her all to themselves. Neige understands if Y/n could possibly become their one and only prized possession. They adore her and many people would've done so. Hence, they must've been afraid of her leaving them behind. Despite the fact it is quite dramatic per se.

"I'm here~" The voice that resonates in her mind comes from behind her. Alas, the moment she turned around, Y/n's face to face with a floating head.

"...Ah! Che'nya!" The Cheshire cat's smile could probably widen from his excitement. Soon enough, the remnants of his body appear out of thin air, floating upside down and boop Y/n by the nose.

The petite blinked in daze, taking a while to process throughout and burst into a fit of laughter. Even such action could've put her in a joyful mood. "Seeing you here intact... Guess Riddle couldn't stop you~?" Both could imagine Riddle's smoldering rage, his face completely red as the veins submerged from the depths.

"Well, he almost has my head for it." Replaying the scene over and over again, Y/n cannot help but to shudder. Remembering how the other day how her two best friends from Heartslabyul hunt her down to stop her. Even so, her stubbornness won and she disliked the possible outcome once she returned. Especially how she managed to slip away, right under Vil watch.

"And I'm pretty much sure Vil won't hesitate to poison me once I return." Neige chuckles, finding her words seems to be about right. He is well aware of what Vil might've done to her considering how Y/n ignored his words of advice and chose to come here with many risks and consequences following closely behind her. He can't help it at the same time, no matter how chaotic it seems, the school is quite lively with her presence around. And Neige himself has heard of some changes that happen within NRC.

And he knows, the people that surround her were just overprotective in their own way. Truthfully, he could tell how adored and loved she was. Even if she was held captivated far away from their hold, Neige was sure the entire NRC willingly to cross hell and heaven just to return her back home. RSA itself is no exception.

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Y/n look at her own reflection by the mirror, the dress that hugs her form, vibrated words of elegance and purity. She was wearing something similar to that of an innocent color, the pure white, added up with the small frill by the end of her short sleeves. The skirt stops right at her knees, matching on with the short heels that won't harm her during the ball.

There is nothing more than the feeling of anticipation. She feels quite excited for the ball, although the fact she must converse with someone else is quite nerve cracking. Y/n might as well brace herself up for the worse.

"...Deep breath… It's only a ball, what's the worst that could happen?"

Oh, apparently, everything. Being said, the only person she knew of is Neige, Che'nya and the seven dwarves. Other than that, she's nothing more but an outcast in this place.

Y/n always hate the feeling of being misplaced. It was when the world sorted out her place elsewhere than where she was supposed to. Call her paranoia or so on, it was only her social awkwardness that kicked in after quite some time. The confidence that runs through her vein has long diluted away.

Y/n felt like the spotlight was on her alone, yet no one paid any extra attention to her. By now, she wondered whether the reason for her friends to prevent her from going had something to do with it. Nipping on her lower lips, the look of distressedness by her facial expression was obvious and a tell-tell sign of anxiety.

It was a pity. A pity for her to dress up oh-so-nicely just to experience something horrible.

Thoughts overflowing her mind, there are plenty of 'what-ifs' scenarios that preoccupy her mind. It's likely enough due to the fact she feels quite left out. She cannot see those she had known in the sea of crowds, even if someone were to come and tried to talk to her, she ended up freezing on the spot with an awkward smile.

Thankfully, everyone here is much more considerate than she expected.

"Here, drink this." However, everything seemed to be in the same order when she felt a vial being dropped on top of her palm. Y/n raised her head up, facing a stranger that she had not known.

Y/n breath hitched up, beads of cold sweat stroll down from her forehead. Compared to her, the stranger is taller by a foot and a couple of inches. What caught her attention is the captivating and fluffed up hair that framed his face. What's odd is the style of his hair that somewhat resembles a feminine style, though she didn't complain since he looked nice with it. It is quite unique how he styled the side frame of his hair to be longer than the back, having a mullet cut and the remaining is on the same length on the side of his hair. The only accessory he wore is the headband that tied up into a small bowtie on top.

"Not a fan of talkers, are you? Aside from all of that problem, I'm messing around. Don't drink this unless you want to shrink like the size of an ant." He spoke, taking back the vial filled with a bluish color of liquid. If it has something to do with alchemist risk, why did he even offer that to her in the first place?

Y/n frowned, wondering the ulterior motive when he didn't even have one to begin with. A pair of alluring vibray blue eyes stare ahead at her e/c one, a tired smile curled up from the corner of his lips. He takes the side of his oversized, comfortable coat and bow down to match her level. "Nice to meet you. I've heard of you from Che'nya."

Somehow, Y/n feels a sense of familiarity that comes from within him. There's something that is similar to that of… Heartslabyul? "I am Aalis, Aalis Wonder." He offered her a kind smile in return, there was a tint of peace and solitude from his eyes, yet it looked as if it was ready to bring her elsewhere.

"Have you come down the rabbit hole as well?" Aalis inquired, taking careful notes of how she's the only female so far around an all boy school.

Y/n perks up at the mention of rabbit hole. Could it have other meanings? Something that could be said; whether she comes from NRC? Although, is there any need for her to answer it? When it was quite obvious without telling?

"Perhaps you have, how's his majesty? Strict as ever? Or is he still the same pompous tyrant?" Y/n parted her mouth open, brows furrowed deeply. Without telling, she knows for sure who Aalis is talking about. It didn't need to take her any doubt to assume who it was.

"Riddle isn't a tyrant." Aalis crooked his head to the side, thinking whether NRC has affected her to a certain degree to the point she becomes brain dead. "Is that so? That's good to hear." But, he didn't have any heart to voice out his complaint. If she insisted he's not one, then he's not. Simple as if.

"You must've been bored. Well, I understand that." Y/n shriek, feeling a warm palm enveloping her wrist, tugging her elsewhere. "Come meet my friend. It's not every day you could visit Royal Sword Academy. Who knows when they'll barge in."

They didn't need to specify who exactly they were. After all, the only one who would dare to barge into someone else's school and infiltrate the entire place would've been none other than NRC students.

Aalis keep his eyes trained in front of him, making sure to avoid any bumpy ways towards his friends. For some reason, the students around would've move away the moment they see him at their peripheral sight. Whether they had moved due to their initiative or there's a hidden reason that she had not known of.

"Ah! Aalis, there you are… Since when did you become a lady kidnapper?"

"Bold of you to assume I'm a kidnapper, prince Rielle."

Y/n could sense the hidden irritation behind his voice, it might've been due to the false accusations that were appointed at his direction. She takes a peek to the side, to where Aalis body isn't in the way. There she sees many individuals standing, including Neige. They seem to be someone that is close to one another… Wait, is that a tiger?

"Y/n! I'm sorry, I should've kept an eye out for you but I ended up losing you the moment you took a step inside." Neige clasped his hand together, showing how guilty he was for letting her drift away to the sea of crowd. It was such an unexpected event.

"As expected of Neige." There are multiple people at once, multiple strangers she barely knows, except for Aalis and Neige.

Aalis let go of his grip, an exasperated sigh escaped through his lips. "The poor lady feels out of this place. Do you not know how awkward it must've been for her?" Neige rubs the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, an awkward smile etched by the corner of his lips. Surely, he knows it is his fault to begin with.

Y/n stood there, unaware of what to do, watching Aalis nagging Neige for his fatal mistake. Even if she did say it's fine, it is not fine at all to begin with. Y/n kept her eyes focused by the two figures, until she flinched when she felt a fur at her hand.

Looking down, she spotted the tiger, a ferocious animal, nuzzling its head on her palm. "Seems like Rajah has taken a quick liking to you." Y/n look towards her interlocutor. A pair of deep - hazel brown stare ahead towards her.

He had long braided hair, on par with a fluffy pony style, that she's sure once she pat it, it might've bounced. He has a stoic expression, reminding her of someone, same with his kind of attire. It looks way and way too familiar to her liking. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Yasmin Al-Shani." Ah, never mind that, it put her into eternal peace the moment she heard of his last name.

"I'm sure you've met my cousin Kalim."

"KALI—" A hand covers her mouth, refraining herself from shouting in the midst of a ball. The least thing Yasmin wished to do, is for their guest to be embarrassed due to her own mistake.

"Yes, Kalim Al-Asim. He's my cousin. You must've been surprised to know that." Y/n nodded frantically to answer Yasmin's answer, having her mouth sealed away for the moment.

"Well, I'm more surprised to know he's at Night Raven College with that snake." Yasmin sighs, clearly having some hidden hatred for the said snake. Once again, Y/n did not need any more explanation other than that, having flashbacks of the awful, vicious overboot accident.

The tiger or rather, Rajah, turned to head back to Yasmin's side. Purring so ever gently, accepting the scratch behind his ear coming from his owner. Many kinds of questions run inside Y/n mind; who in their right mind would've allowed a student to bring a tiger to school?

"Oh!! Are we doing an introduction here? Move, Yasmin! It's my turn!"

"—?! Hey, Rielle! Watch it!"

Excitedly, he took her hand into his, shaking it up and down with a bright smile. Y/n blink profusely, wondering how hyper this kid would have become. "I've heard a lot about you, Y/n. Well, since you're the only girl there, of course I would! My name is Rielle Aleutian."

Could this possibly be… The Prince Rielle from that one photo incident? Y/n remember that one merman that was surrounded by many kinds of mermans and mermaids. Even in the middle of the crowd, his bright orange hair stood out amongst them all. And maybe, pearly blue eyes outshine more than any bright color.

"Again, who spoiled him too much again?" Yasmin asked with a scoff, patting Rajah. Rielle who heard that smile through the insult, ignoring the petty Yasmin. On the other hand, Aalis and Neige look at their interaction, yet they do not forget to keep an eye out for Y/n, making sure she's comfortable.

"Have you visited the Coral Sea? If not, I'll be sure to welcome you! Oh, are you close to the eel twins and Azul? You can bring them along if you want." Rielle's invitation sure sounds tempting, even so, Y/n doubted Azul would've agreed.

"I don't really understand why Azul always looks at me with hostility, but I'm sure I'll figure it out some other way!" Ah, now Y/n understand why. Azul somehow cannot handle this said prince for a reason during childhood. Or maybe, it was due to the fact he could be some sort of the factor of his traumatic past.

"While we're on the topic, I might as well introduce the remaining group." Aalis waltzes behind Y/n pressing his hand on top of her shoulder and pushes her away from Rielle, towards the two unnamed students. So far, Y/n have no room to talk, it's not like she wouldn't mind, since everything has been going on exactly how she wants. Listening in without any need to talk back.

There stood two figures, smiling so kindly at her direction. Unlike NRC students' first impression of her, they pretty much accepted her without caring of the difference. No wonder some were quite irritated by RSA students, especially Leona out of all people.

"Heres Jupiter." Aalis pointed to male with a burgundy hair color, his hair was long that reached around his shoulder or maybe more. At the end, the hair was tied, loosenedly. The plus is his enchanting mixed color eyes in between gray and brown. In other words, he looks quite enchanting in his own way, especially with his body build.

"Lastly, Aura Narcissus." Just like Aalis, Aura has blond hair that has a much lighter tone, the style of his hair is quite messy. His eyes matched with his hair, an auroral color to the point Y/n felt like he had seen it somewhere. Unlike the others, he seems to be one who's less aggressive and lean more into a gentle nature kind of a personality.

For sure, they all have the aura of a noble kind of kid. Even when Y/n are quite convinced that there's only one or two princes in the group. It felt nice getting to know them at some point, even if it was only for a brief moment, having someone else to talk to, and doing all the job of talking lessens the burden.

"It's nice to know you al—"

BOOM—

"Y/N—!!"

The group heard that one explosion, at the same time that one chanting of a name. Even everyone could've told what's happening at this moment. Che'nya suddenly appeared from nowhere, floating right beside Aalis and playing with his hair. "Purr-fect~! They're all here to enjoy the party~" In response to that, he sighs in disbelief, swatting his hand away.

"I suppose, I need to come and greet your majesty."

Y/n sweatdrop, feeling herself being pushed gently towards Heres and Aura. The two stand by her side, holding her shoulder to make sure she did not fall.

"Ensure the safety of the guest." Neige looked at the direction of Yasmin, knowing what he meant by the guest. But, there's one thing he cannot tell.

"We're not going to return her to them?"

"Neige, where's the fun in that?" Rielle asked, looking at him with a smile that's quite hard to decipher.

"They've come to our territory themselves, might as well pay the consequences."

"...Hah, I'll just make sure Y/n is escorted back safely to her room."

Aura ended up being the one who held the most responsibility of them all, since Heres has a competitive personality that run through his blood, there's no stopping that.

Y/n stand there a bit dumbfounded, until Aura gently holds her hand, dragging her with him with a smile on his face, reassuring her that everything would've been fine. Since, that'll truly become the case and RSA won't hesitate to take another kind of victory in their hand.

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Bully twist au v.s reader untouchable

《Summary 》: You are willing to end things with NCR once and for all. But will you really defeat them? You are just some prefect with no magic right?

You felt like puking, just the thought of maybe having to return to NCR gave you a stomach age. You really didn't want to, but Crowley kinda forced you, since the school was kinda on fire with out you controlling the students.

"Hey, you aren't going there alone." Your friend says, offering you a kind smile, holding up her guitar. Neige stood beside you, with a slight smile on his face.

"We are prepared. Amanda made sure you will get in safely and I can get my final revenge on Vil and my stalker." The petit boy says. It was surprising just how he managed to plot a murder looking like a baby puppy. Amanda's words, not yours.

"Of course I did! We shared fan fic tags, we are basically married!" She says leaning into your face teasingly before booping your nose. She looks back at Neige. "Isn't that right monster fucker?"

You giggle, starting to laugh. "Yup, you are never getting rid of us!"

Amanda binds her hair into a low ponytail before tugging at her clothes. She looked like a business woman.

"Are ya ready to go? If we're late we going ta ruin the suprise, wouldn't want that wood ya?" Amanda's accent sounded everything but like that of a cowboy, but that mayde ths whole thing funnier, especially when she would probably talk the whole time like this.

"Yup! Ready as I'll ever be!"

You sat down in the carriage that had been send to pick you up, personally by Crowley. Amanda rode by you on a horse. It was a pretty black horse and she looked like a queen on it. Neige was of course also somewhere but he probably was hidden better.

You can't help but chuckle to yourself. Over the past month Amanda had been helping you with making sure you would get your revenge and helped you incredibly much with finding a portal back to your home world.

She had gone further with her studying in two weeks than Crowley in almost a year. You sigh, looking at your phone.

Neige had also become an important part of your life and acting like his girlfriend had it perks. Though you had to gag mentally every time you remembered that the both of you acted like a sob story online.

The carriage comes to a halt and you see the Night raven college in all its glory and you try to get rid of the lump in your throat as you step out. Amanda steps down from the horse next to you and offers you her hand.

You take it, squeezing it. She simply let's you do that, acting like she wasn't noticing it. But she let her thumb run over your palm soothingly.

"There you are!" Crowley says opening his arms. "Welcome back, we have lots of things to do!" He seemed to expect you to go back to him, to stand by his side, but you stay glued to Amanda.

"Prefect."

You recognised his tone. The same tone he used to threaten you, with less food, less money or even worse threatening to throw you out of the school.

"No. I won't be coming back. I will pay of my debt, but I won't be coming back."

Crowley seems to go quiet, his eyes widening in suprise before he starts to growl.

"Who do you think you are you wretched magicless-" he cough, pretending to smile. "I mean respected member of our school."

Amanda had slowly pushed you behind her back. Her brows furrowed, she would probably have an anger outburst if he continued. You wanted to sooth the situation, well for now, you wanted to ask Grim were he would like to stay and get your stuff. After that chaos would be okay.

"I am just here to get my stuff. The money you need will be transferred to your account. " You yell, glad that Amanda was supporting you in this situation.

But before you can go do anything a person walks up to the NRC gates.

"Herbivore?" Leona stares at you, his eyes twitching as of he was on high alert. The new glasses he had to wear didn't suit him. He seemed wary of you.

"Yes. Kingscholar, it's me." He was scared, you could tell, the way he backed away as soon as he could tell it was you. Would Floyd be scared of you like that too? You hoped so.

The fear he has gets replaced by a wobbly smirk, the edges of it twitching.

"Huh? Came back after realising you didn't have anywhere to go!" He tries to humiliate or even hurt you. You smile at him kindly, catching him of guard.

"Oh no. I found a new place to stay in. I would just like to pick up some stuff." And you walk past him.

NRC has changed. The weather is bad, green thunder everywhere and collared students running around in fear, but no Riddle or Malleus.

You walk into the school straight to the mirror chamber, ignoring the students you walk past. Amanda is always right next to you, closely watching in order to make sure no one would attack you.

You notice a student with a bruised face, his make up is smudged. It's Carter, the person you ruined the reputation of, the same goes for Azul. You didn't see him, but you just knew it.

The most mirrors are smashed, though it didn't matter just as long as you could get Grim out of there. For the first time you are here in this school you feel powerful, the pain and the fear that lingers in the air is boosting your confidence.

The only thing that didn't change is Ramshackle. You open the door, looking around. Grim pounced at you hugging you in the process. He cried loudly almost choking you in the process. He of course was informed on your were abouts, but he wasn't sure if you could keep your promise.

"Well Grim, you have the choice! Either-"

"I am going to go with you, Henchman!"

You were surprised by the fact that Grim didn't even listen to the other offer, but you were relieved after all leaving Grim here on his own would make you feel horrible.

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You are about to leave NRC, but a thunder flash, crashing right into the floor in front of you stops you. Malleus was here.

The only person you truly feared out of them all was him. He was like a child, throwing a tantrum but with thunders.

He was strong and he could probably just get rid of you, but you had build a wall between you and them. Not even Ace and Deuce would be able to call you back now.

No manipulative Kalim, No Vil humiliating you, no Azul, no Trey, no Floyd. No more pain.

Amanda had put a hand on your shoulder squeezing it supportingly. You decide that you would directly at Malleus, your eyes having a quiet threat in them. He shouldn't dare to touch you. He was taken aback and you look at Amanda. Who had started to pull out her guitar.

"Don't try to stop me." You mutter, grinning. Sebek of course comes charging at you, but simply with a look of your eyes you tell Amanda to use her unique magic. She does so, making Sebek dance.

With that you leave, being greeted by Neige.

You smile a bit driving back to RSA, and for the first time in your life you feel untouchable.

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Well this is the end of season one of Bully twist au v.s reader! I am officially opening an question and answers so ask questions! Of course you can also request ideas for oneshots! (But romance only between: Amanda, Neige, Reader. Do with that information what you like-) I hope I will see you in season 2 -Uni

Also @danika-redgrave124 thank you for being do active with this story!

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[libraryofbronze]

Looking For Punishment In The Office

Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family’s wealth and position. Even so, he’d been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone. 

Somehow though, word had gotten out. No one seemed to know quite which manager it was, though there were always theories and many of the female workers started to walk more cautiously around their superiors. It was not a happy time, nor a place to let down your guard. In fact, for a normal person it would have been stressful and hellish.

But Lucy had always known that she wasn’t a normal person. Her first reaction upon hearing the rumour had not been horror or repulsion, but a guilty sense of desire. Her first thought hadn’t been sympathy for the poor secretary, but something rather more selfish. 

Why wouldn’t it have been me? Were the words she refused to say out loud, fearing what her coworkers would think. But they rang true inside of her all that week. An aching want which filled her up and muddled her thoughts. 

Lucy was a redhead, a petite woman with deep green eyes and a face splashed with freckles. If you asked anyone who knew her, they might say she was a joy to speak to and behold. She hoped that this was true at least, she tried very hard. She was the sort of person who needed to fit in. Conformity was security, and she had spent her whole life seeking that. It wasn’t that she was threatened or came from a bad home. It wasn’t that she’d had terrible experiences or somehow had learned to fear the future.

No, she had no tragic past, no dark secret. She was just a woman who had left school, got a job and was trying to build her career. Friends were good for that, so she tried to have as many of them as possible. She traded favours, gave kind words where they were most needed. She built a positive impression of herself for as many people as she could. She was nice, she was calm, she was happy and relaxed. Never angry, no matter how close the deadline. Never frustrated, never snapping at a co-worker.  That was how she lived her life.

It was exhausting and part of her hated it. She hated how she had to constantly work to maintain her image. She hated the falseness of it all, and how she wasn’t the person most people thought she was.

But she hated not having money more. So back to the grind it was. She didn’t have a boyfriend. A boyfriend would have meant letting down her guard, letting someone see the real person behind the mask. She could never bring herself to risk that. So she spent most of her nights alone. She’d had a few one night stands, blazing flowers of passion in her mind which made her body ache with remembrance and ghostly desire. Yet even this she carefully limited. Reputation was everything and for a woman to get a reputation as someone who slept around could be bad for her career even if it was sexist and unfair. 

So she lived her life being a goody two-shoes office drone with ambitions of something more. That was how she had existed since she’d turned eighteen, and how she imagined most of her life would go. Constantly climbing, reinventing herself at each stage. Now, a modest office worker, one day an ambitious manager. After that, who knew? Each one would almost be their own person, separate from the Lucy who existed before. 

She was, in short, a false person. Everything about her was false. Chosen to appeal to someone else. Sometimes when Lucy looked into the mirror, she wondered how much of what she saw was really her. 

Then she heard the rumour. Felt the buzz that it sent through her body. Her cheeks heated and she had to duck away quickly from the conversation with her coworker, retreating to her cubicle for a few moments as she gathered herself. She didn’t know at first why it had hit her so hard or how it had filled her with such desire.  Under her skirt and panties, her pussy throbbed with a powerful heat.  Her throat was dry, and she shook her head as if trying to dislodge the thoughts. But they did not leave her, and all of that night she wrestled with them. She turned and tossed in bed, wishing that her frantically beating heart would settle.

When it did, and when she finally drifted to sleep, she was haunted by dreams. Fantasies which made her skin tingle. She woke again and again, her body plastered with sweat. She could never quite remember what she had been dreaming about, but the fading tail of it always made her long for more. 

Eventually, she admitted that she wasn’t getting any more sleep and hauled herself from the bed. Her body was soaked with sweat and she knew she couldn’t go into work like this. She decided to take a shower, stripping off her panties and nightgown as the warm water pounded down around her.

Lucy’s body was attractive. Like the rest of her, she considered it a tool to use to get what she needed. She had long legs, which she used for running and jogging each day. Her arms and upper chest were toned, her red hair she wore bound in a ponytail behind her back. Her chest was compact, her nipples small and pink. They were sensitive, and as she brushed one hand against them now, a delicious shiver ran down her spine. 

Fuck, she was really turned on. Had whatever she’d been dreaming about been that good? She didn’t know; she couldn’t remember anything but the senseitions. The feeling of someone grinding against her body. Heat and warmth. Pleasure thundering through her mind, and sounds of arousal and desire echoing in her own voice as something long and hard pressed between her lower lips. 

Her pussy was soaking. She ran one finger across its entrance. Her nerves shivered for more, and anticipation rang through her body. She didn’t usually masturbate, but she had some free time today so why not?  Her skin grew more sensitive at the thought, blood flushed through her face.

The lips of her pussy started to moisten. She ran two fingers up and down her lower entrance, teasing gently at first, but with more speed as her nerves started to fire. Heat flushed between her legs, the water felt good against her skin. Her nipples were hard now, one of her hands moved to stroke and caress them while her second moving in rapid circles, the palm pressed to her womanhood. The pressure and stimulation made her go weak at the knees, and she heard her own voice rising above the drumming of the water. 

She rubbed herself faster, enjoying the crackling feeling which whipped through her body with each rotation. Desire and pleasure flared, sensitive nerves started to come to life. Her clitoris made itself known with a hungry throb and she bit her lower lip, her fingers flowing naturally towards it. 

When she touched it, a wave of pleasure made her legs shake. It was small and hot, but even brushing her fingers against it made her shiver! Lucy sunk to the ground, her legs spread as far as they could go. If someone had walked in on her now, they would have seen her fucking herself with her own fingers, her other hand desparelly groping her chest. So much for her carefully cultivated image! But there was no one else in her house, and even if there was, she couldn’t have stopped now. 

Desire and pleasure throbbed through her in waves, lighting up her nerves with desire and flushing heat through her body. Her fingers moved, touching and exploring herself in the most intimate ways. Her chest rose and fell, her breath came quickly, arousal making her pant and moan. 

Lucy closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. Her fingers danced and teased her aching pussy, brushing aside her lower lips and stroking herself directly. She moved them with a desperate speed, a sort of hunger taking over her actions. Every now and then, she would tease her clit. Doing so would always make her grit her teeth as the tight nova of pleasure burned through her mind.   

As she touched herself, she imagined that it was not her doing it at all. She imagined that it was the manager, the one who’d got in trouble with the secretary. If he’d chosen her, he’d not have gotten any trouble at all. After all, she couldn’t take any risk to her career or image. If word got out, they’d both be found out to be phonies so she would have had to let him do everything to her that he wanted to. 

Fuck! Why did that thought turn her on so much? Why did it make her so wet? She didn’t know, she didn’t understand except to know that it did. Was it because in such a situation she could take off her mask? Be herself? Let herself be controlled and give up the safety she struggled so hard for every day?

Or maybe it was just that she wanted someone to dominate and take control of her? Had that been what she was dreaming about? What had turned her on so much? 

This felt so good. Better than when she usually touched herself, or even when she used toys. Her pussy was wet and responsive, her fantasies and dreams had primed her body for release. Before she even knew it, she felt herself rising on the wave of an orgasm, the feeling crested, breaking against her mind and body. Her nerves grew hot and her body grew tight, her throat became dry and for a single moment she felt as if she was stepping out over a cliff. About to take a grand plunge as the stimulation overwhelmed her senses. It was too late to go back, but she had a few moments to see what was about to hit her. 

Then the feeling rolled over her. The climax was hot and intense, it seemed to stir every nerve in her body into activity. Her fingers moved faster and faster, losing their elegance as they sacrificed everything for pleasure. Her back arched, a lewd moan escaped her lips. Her toes curled and her fingers balled. 

For a few glorious moments, Lucy knew nothing but the feeling which pulsed through her very being. Warm and wet, pleasurable, it filled her up and made her feel as complete as she ever had before. 

Then it faded and she was left sitting on the floor of the shower, her legs splayed, warm water beating down around her and soaking her red hair to the skin of her scalp and shoulders. 

It was then and there that she vowed she was going to find a way to feel like this again. 

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Over the next few days, Lucy put out feelers. She talked to people in different departments, spoke to a few managers she knew liked her or had feelings for her. She probed the rumour as much as she could without being too obvious about her infatuation with it. 

Most people wouldn’t have gotten anywhere but Lucy was well liked, and she had some favours to call in. Gradually, piece by piece, she started to figure out what had happened 

The rumour had been right about one thing; the secretary didn’t work here anymore. But the manager did. He’d been tossed into a small department that worked near the bottom of the building, far away from anywhere he could really do harm. He had like two people under him, but neither of them seemed to actually show up to work so Lucy wasn’t even sure if they existed anywhere but on paper. Because the office could not get rid of him they’d simply skirted around him, and as far as she could tell he did almost nothing every day.

The fact that he was still paid more than her for this was more than a little annoying.  Eventually, she dug deep enough to find a name. Michael Sampson. 

His department was on the other side of the building, tucked away near the ground floor. Isolated and alone. Lucy convened a way to see it for herself, carrying a stack of papers to be processed there. It was a small, closed area. Very different from where she worked. There were only a few cubicles, and these were mostly empty. The main office was near the back, and had large windows which were blocked out by thick curtains. 

It seemed like a ghost town at first. Like there was no one there at all, and nor had there been for quite some time. It was dusty, and the air was heavy with abandonment and disuse. Then, just as she was about to give up in despair, she saw motion. Someone emerged from the office. 

He was a tall man with dark hair. He looked to be about thirty, with stubble where a beard had once been. He had a good build, fit and strong, but his eyes were empty, and dark rings betrayed a lack of sleep. 

She recognised him from the pictures, though then he had been younger and more energetic. Michael Sampson! The man who had taken advantage of the secretary and ruined his own career. She swallowed, suddenly nervous but desperate not to show it. 

“Did you lose your way?” Michael asked her with a wry grin. “Not very many people come here now.”

“N-no,” Lucy said. She swallowed, and made her voice more firm. “No, I have some forms that need to be processed and signed.”

“Well, you’re the first one to actually bring them here,” Michael said. “I haven’t seen forms in several weeks now. I was beginning to think the world had run out of paper.”

He chuckled, the sound made her feel very strange. His eyes were on her rather than the stack of forms, and she felt like he was measuring her up. Her body tingled, and she could feel herself getting wet. 

“I’ve not seen you around here much,” Michael said. “Are you new?”

“No, I’ve worked here for a few years now. I’m usually in a different department. I’m Lucy.”

“I’m Michael,” he said. “But I’ve got a feeling that you already knew that. I can’t imagine that they would let some unaware office drone stumble here to meet me in my dreaded lair.” He grinned sardonically as he spoke. “So you must have already known about my, uh, reputation. I don’t suppose there’s anything I could tell you to make it better?”

“I don’t know,” Lucy felt the heat flowing to her face. Was she flushing? Could he see? Her heart beat faster. “What could you say to make it better?”

“Little,” Michael admitted, turning away from her. “We were flirting. I went too far. That’s all there is to it. Did you come to gawk at me here? If so, come back any time. I promise, I will be here for quite a while.”

He turned away and having deposited the papers, Lucy left. But that strange feeling which had been born during the meeting would continue to build within her. Michael had not been what she expected. She had thought he would be creepy, predatory. The sort of man who would instantly try to tackle advantage of her. 

She was pretty sure she would have let him if he had too. 

But Michael hadn’t. She’d felt his eyes on her body, and she knew that he had desired her. But he’d pulled back. And he’d been much more reflective than she had expected too.  

The next day she put on a request for a temporary transfer to his department. That one took a lot of explaining. Her manager was concerned. Mostly about her career prospects, but she knew the real root cause of it. 

“You’re a good worker,” he told her. “You’re going to be promoted soon. You’re going to climb the ladder. I don’t know why you want to go to that place. It’ll slow down your career and you’ll end up regretting it.”

“It’s only temporary,” She said with a sweet smile. “I’ll be back here before you know it. But they have a lot of work to do there and they seemed absolutely swamped. Let’s be honest, you don’t really need me here for everything. I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

The man tried to dissuade her further, but she refused to be cowed and after a while, he reluctantly allowed her to go.  Michael was very surprised to see her back, and even more surprised when she showed him the forms. 

“Temporary reassignment?” He raised an eyebrow. “Those are words I never thought I’d see applied to this place. You must have pissed off someone powerful to be tossed into this hole. Well, company is always nice so choose a desk. There’s plenty of options.”

She did just that, and for the first few days she worked just like it was any other assignment. The forms came in and she filled them out, she did paperwork, computer work, some cleaning here and there. Michael didn’t appear often but when he did, her body would tense. She would hear him before she saw him, the floor creaking as he walked down the hall. The back of her neck would prickle as he moved past, his eyes would sweep across her body. There was desire there. Want that echoed in her own body. The thought that he could take advantage of her at any moment turned her on and made her grind her thighs. 

But he never did. After the first few days, Lucy realised she was going to have to be the one to set things in motion. 

Michael didn’t keep regular hours and didn’t bother to lock up his office, so it was easy enough for her to sneak in when he wasn’t there. The computer he used was still set to the default office password, so this was easily overcome as well. 

Only then did Lucy pause, considering her actions. The logical part of her mind was screaming at her, demanding to know what she thought she was doing. This went way beyond any fantasy she’d ever had, and the man was a user! Why was she even considering this?

For a moment, she quailed. She almost backed away, almost gave up then and there. But the memory of her half remembered dreams, and the ghostly feeling of her time in the shower carried her through. 

The next day as she was working, Michael came to her desk. For once, he did not look bored or depressed. He looked stern. Her stomach flipped as she looked up into his eyes. 

“Miss Goodheart?”

He didn’t usually call her by her last name. She swallowed, feeling suddenly very on edge. 

“Y-yes Michael?”

“Sir today, Miss Goodheart. I am your manager, after all even if only for now. Some respect is probably due. It seems to have been rather lacking of late.”

She felt as if she’d been slapped in the face, her skin flushed and she nodded. 

“I understand, sir. I am sorry you feel that way.”

“Are you?” He said, growling low. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, I want to see you in my office in ten minutes.”

He turned and stalked away, leaving Lucy wrestling with mixed feelings behind her desk. Her legs felt weak and she was nervous. What could have caused such a reaction? Did he know…? Well what was she going to do if he did? She couldn’t exactly leave now with her assignment only half over. She’d just have to take the meeting. After all, it wasn’t like he had any real power in the company now. 

Yeah, she’d just endure whatever it was he wanted to say to her and then go about her day. Easy and simple.  But, as the time came closer for the meeting, she started to get nervous. She swallowed, using her hands to straighten out her dark grey skirt and to smooth over her work blouse. She was wearing long socks and heels, and when the time came to finally go to the office, the walk seemed to take forever. 

Lucy swallowed, nervous energy battering against her mind. She felt strange moving over to that room where Mchael was waiting. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her. Anticipation and eagerness battled with dread and wariness. Had she gone too far? Had she been caught? 

She was going to see. 

When the moment came, she knocked on the door. Instantly, Michael’s voice told her to enter and close the office door behind her. That gesture was small and meaningless, but as the door clicked shut, she felt as if she was trapped. She turned to find that Michael had pulled his chair around to face the door. 

“Miss Goodheart, how long have you been working under me now?”

“F-for four of five days, sir.” Lucy said. 

“You’ve been doing a very good job.”

“Thank you sir,” She said in confusion. Being praised was not what she had expected when she had come through the door! But things quickly got back on track. 

“That is, you were up until yesterday. Do you know that spying on your superiors is a criminal matter?”

“Sir?” She tried to look confused and hurt, plastering an innocent expression on her face. “I would never…”

“Save it. There’s a camera behind the door which caught you yesterday as you looked around. Did you take anything? Help yourself to forms or documents?”

“No!” Lucy said quickly. “Of course not! I wouldn’t do anything like that!”

For a long, heart-rending moment, he locked eyes with her. 

“Very well.” Michael said. “I find myself believing you for some reason.”

She breathed a long sigh of relief. 

“However there is still the matter of your punishment.”

The words made her blood turn cold. Lucy looked up, her eyes flickered towards Michael’s face. He was calm and impassive, but there was something in his eyes which made her heart drum faster. 

“My punishment? Sir, I don’t understand.”

“I think you do,” Michael gave a cynical chuckle. “You have committed a grave crime, Miss Goodheart. Now you can have it dealt with by the police, human resources and whoever else may want to poke their head in… or you can have it dealt with by me.”

She swallowed, feeling dizzy as the blood rushed through her body. For a moment, she tried to speak but could not make the sound. Michael watched her, enjoying the sight. 

“Now I know what you may be thinking. You should let the company handle it, but believe me they are not forgiving. I know that most of all. So if you do turn to them even if you avoid criminal charges it will be the end of your career. I’ve looked into you, Lucy. Just as I am sure you have done to me. Your career is everything to you. At first glance, nothing else matters at all. So why did you come to this dead end assignment, hmm?”

His grin made her skin crawl, as if he knew all of her thoughts. He said nothing, but the very fact that he was guessing her motives so well made her flush, her face turning red. That was the only clue that he needed. 

“I see,” He said. “In that case, let us assume you do not want the company to handle it. You want me to. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You heard what happened before, with the secretary, and you wanted to experience it for yourself.”

“No,” She shook her head even as her own body betrayed her with a throb of desperate desire. “I wouldn’t want that. That was wrong. Bad. I’m not, I mean, I can’t…”

“You’re a pure unsullied woman who would never want to experience such a thing?” Michael shot her a look. “That’s the defence you want to go with?”

She said nothing, her eyes fell to the floor. Her body felt hot and her clothes felt tight. Michael’s eyes were on her, and she couldn’t meet his gaze. 

“All right then,” Michael said. “Here’s the deal I am willing to offer you. I’ll give you a test and if you pass it, I’ll agree that that was not why you agreed to work with me. I’ll even forget this little incident ever happened. If you fail however, you agree to do whatever I tell you for your remaining time here, no matter what it is.”

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. His words were beguiling but she didn’t fail to recognise the danger. 

“Anything?”

“Anything at all,” he said. A shiver ran from the base of her spine all the way down her back. 

“What sort of test do you have in mind?”

“Ah.” He raised a finger. “What are you forgetting?”

“Sir. What kind of test do you have in mind, sir?”

“Well, it’s obvious isn’t it. If you desire something like this, your body will already be hot and wanting. You’ll just be coiling with anticipation, your little cunt all wet and needy. If you’re not like that then clearly I was mistaken and we can both go about her day.”

“You want me to strip for you.” It was not a question. 

“For a start,” he chuckled. “After we see how aroused you are, there will probably be more.”

Lucy swallowed, her mouth was dry. Her body was tingling, waves of ghostly anticipation and aching desire flowed through her. She already knew she was soaking down there. She was surprised that he couldn’t see it through her clothes, it felt like she was more wet than she’d ever been. But what could she do? He had her trapped and they both knew it. She’d have to strip, and then she’d be found out. 

She kicked off her heels, her body moving before her mind had even decided what to do. Her hands were shaking, her fingers felt cold and clumsy as they struggled with with blouse. Lucy felt as if she was standing on quicksand, each movement making her sink lower and lower. Her pussy throbbed, the yearning need was stronger and stronger with every passing moment. She felt humiliated, ashamed and turned on all at once.

This man was going to see her naked. He was going to see absolutely everything. Every inch of her. Without the mask, without her clothes, without any way to shield herself.

He was going to see the real her and there was nothing she could do about it. 

The blouse hit the ground, leaving her standing in her white undershirt and skirt as well as knee-high black socks. The shirt was very thin and you could see her chest through it, her pale skin and her dark bra. Her nipples prickled, pressing against the inside of the cups as she fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. Each one brought her closer and closer to baring herself. Her heart hammered crazily in her chest, her mouth was dry. She looked everywhere and anywhere except towards the man who was humiliating her. 

“Do you want me to take off everything?” She whispered softly. 

“Yes,” Michael said. “Absolutely everything. I want you naked. I want to see every inch of your pretty little body.”

The way he spoke made her tingles grow stronger. The last of the buttons came free and her shirt flapped open. She took it off and let it hit the floor. Now she was in her bra and her skirt. 

How many times had she dreamed of a moment like this? How many times had it played a part in her fantasies? And now it was happening. Now it was real. It didn’t feel like she’d imagined. It felt better and worse in ways she could not have expected. 

Her bra went next, as it fell free, Lucy wrapped one arm around her chest to shield herself from his gaze. But he made a noise in the back of his throat. Cheeks flushing red with shame, Lucy’s arm went limp and Michael saw her chest. 

Her breasts were not big but they were well formed and as soon as she bared them she felt Michael’s eyes move towards them. Her nipples were small and pink, hard as hell now and obviously mirroring her arousal. He grinned, seeing the state of her body. What he had managed to do to her without even lifting a finger. 

He said nothing as she removed her socks and then slipped off her skirt. Now she was standing in the office in just her panties. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, the floor felt uncomfortable against the soles of her feet. She was shivering, her hands clasped behind her back. She felt like she had back in school, when she’d been called to give some sort of presentation to the class only it was her boss and she was naked. 

She didn’t have to look down to know she had a large, damp patch between her legs. Her pussy was pulsing with want and need. The shameful humiliation blazed inside her like a furnace of heat. She tried to keep her mind straight, but it was so hard. All she could think of was what was about to happen next. How she was going to grab her panties and pull them down her legs. He was going to see her dripping, he was going to see how turned on she was. 

He was going to see everything.

She pressed her eyes tightly closed when the moment came. Her thighs coiled, and she had to force herself to stand straight. Her fingers slipped below the elastic band of her underwear and tugged down her panties. She’d wanted to do it fast, but she couldn’t make it work. Instead it was slow, so very slow. Inch by inch, moment by moment, she bared her body to the man. When the pantiers hit the ground, she was well and truly humiliated. The wetness of her womanhood was obvious even across the room. It glinted, and her face shone red with embarrassment. 

“It seems to me that you’re enjoying this a bit too much,” Michael said. “But then again, I could be wrong. Didn’t you say before that you were a pure woman who would never enjoy something like this? Maybe I’m mistaken.”

She looked to the ground, both hating and loving his voice in that moment. But what he said next made her eyes rise to meet his gaze. 

“Why don’t you hold yourself open and let me see for sure?”

“S-sir?” She managed to remember to use the term just in time. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” He said. “After last time, I need to be very careful. So I want to be sure that you want it. Open yourself with your fingers and let me see you spread your pussy. If you’re really wet, that’ll make it obvious.”

He was toying with her. It was already obvious. From the way her face burned, from how her pussy was engorged, from the way her nipples stood proud against her breasts. There wa sno way he hadn’t noticed it already. But this was part of the game and she knew he was asserting dominance. Taking her control. 

Her fingers moved to her pussy. The feeling of them pressing against her lower lips, her labia, it made her face hot. She could feel her own wetness, hooking her lips and slowly drawing them apart for the man. It was strangely invasive, as if she was pulling aside the last curtain, baring the last portion of her body. She spread herself wide for him and turned her head to the side. A few moments passed, the cold air brushed her pussy.

Then he spoke. 

“Well, there is really no doubt now, huh Lucy? You’re a slut and you want this.”

“No,” She said. 

“You came here looking for this.”

“I didn’t,” She lied, but his eyes pierced those words like spears of ice. They both knew now and there was no way to take it back. 

Michael’s hand went to his jeans, undoing the zip and allowing his cock to emerge from within. Lucry’s eyes followed it. It was long and hard, the tip glinted with his own arousal. She swallowed, and he waved her over. 

“Come and sit on my lap,” He said. Lucy knew what he wanted her to do, but moving over was still one of the hardest things she’d ever done.

Slowly, step by step, she crossed the infinity of the room. She left her clothes, her panties, her dignity behind. Michael lay before her, sitting on large spinning chair. At first, she didn’t know if it would support the two of them, but it looked strong enough and heavy enough. 

She breathed more quickly now she was close to him. The sane part of her reminded her that she didn’t have to do this. All she had to do was scream and run. She could put an end to this like that.

But she didn’t want to. She was caught; Hypnotised. Reeled in by Michael’s quiet authority and her own towering lust. 

She was close now. She could reach out and touch him. Lucy jumped when his hands closed about her thighs, guiding her downwards as she turned away. His body was warm and hard under her, his cock poked up between her legs. His head was nestled against her neck. 

“Take it inside of you,” he growled into her ear. “You know you want to.”

She did. She did want to more than anything. Her body was trembling with adrenaline and lust, her pussy was soaking. She didn’t care about running anyway, she had wanted to be here. This was what she was aiming for, wasn’t it? 

Her fingers closed around his cock. The shaft throbbed, and she swallowed. Lucy’s eyes half closed when she felt the tip of it press against her pussy, pushing through the folds of her lower lips. It felt good, Michael’s shaft filled her up, forcing her labia aside. Lucy groaned in the back of her throat, more in anticipation than anything. His hands moved upwards, gripping her breasts. She could feel her chest and hips behind and under her. His breath tickled the side of her neck. Holy fuck, why did this feel so very good? They hadn’t even done anything yet!

She had expected him to start fucking her, but he didn’t. Instead, he swivelled the chair, turning the two of them towards the desk. The desktop was open there, and also an email application. 

It was her work account. 

“Are you surprised?” Michael whispered from behind her. “I am still a manager and still have some authority. Not as much as I once did, true. But enough. Now shall we start your punishment?”

His fingers drew circles around her nipples, teasing her areola. His cock was inside of her, hard and proud but immobile. Her hips wanted her to grind against him, to ride him and to experience his thrusts and pumps. Her feet dangled inches from the ground. If anyone walked in on them like this, her career, her life, everything she had so carefully constructed would be over. 

But she didn’t care. 

“Here’s what I want you to do, my pet. Firstly, you’re going to write an email to your old department head. Copy it to the head of every other department too, just to be safe.”

She was going to refuse, but he bucked his hips slightly, bouncing her suddenly on his shaft. The motion took her breath away and with shaking arms, she did as she was told.  He moved back and forth inside of her slowly, teasing her and making her moan and shudder. His fingers pluck-pluck-plucked at her nipples and chest, his breath tickled her neck and throat.

“Here is what I want you to write. 

“To those it may concern, after some time in the company of Michael’s department and person, I have decided that it is a better and more fitting move for my new career to remain here. To that extent, I am moving to make my temporary reassignment permanent.”

Lucy’s hands shook, her fingers hitting the keys as he spoke. Her mind was aflame, her hips were grinding against his cock. He was still tormenting her, moving slightly, pressing forward, letting her feel his shaft move back and forth. Not enough to make her cum, not even close. But a silent promise, a desire which rocked her body. Made her desperate.

“Next part, I have reconsidered my career options within the company, and have decided on a new path for my future. From the moment this email reaches you, I want each and every one of you to distribute it to all of your workers as well. 

“I, Lucy Goodheart, have decided to become an office slut. From this moment, I want you all to treat me as that position would imply. During office hours I will fuck anyone who asks, I will obey any command that I am given by even the lowest ranking interns. I will wear no clothes, and allow my body to be used as you see fit.”

Lucy’s heart throbbed in her chest as he spoke, his words tore at her with spears of icy terror. She had to stop now. She couldn’t send that. All of her plans, her future, her career, they’d all be ruined if that got out! But she didn’t stop. Michael was thrusting slowly, grinding himself against her. The penetration of his cock stole all her thoughts away and filled her with the simple desire to obey. 

Was this who she really was? Was this all she had ever wanted?

“In order to ensure that I do not later back out of this decision,” Michael went on, “I am going to attach footage of myself robbing the office of a manager. Use this information to keep me in line. Lovingly signed, Lucy.”

Lucy moaned, she didn’t know what turned her on more. Michael’s cock inside of her or the words he was making her say. She was throwing away everything that she had managed to build, but somehow she didn’t feel like it was much at all. She felt tears in the corner of her eye as she hit send. 

“Is it done?”

“Yes.” She said. “I…I’ve ruined my life.”

“Ruined your life? No, Lucy you’ve just entered a new stage of it. Allow me to show you how pleasurable that stage will be.”

He fucked her then. Really and truly, the way she had wanted from the start. Lucy’s doubts soon dissolved as her body bounded up and down, her hips locking with his. His shaft filled her pussy, his cock penetrated her with each rise and fall of her body. Her breasts danced, his fingers squeezed and caressed her nipples. She was moaning, crying, joy and horror mixed as she rode his cock. It was the most intense fuck of her life and she wished it would never end. 

Her career, her life, everything she had built was gone. But she didn’t care, She felt as if she had been reborn as a whole new person. 

She came and came, dancing on his shaft. Her body rising and falling, her back arched and her fiery red hair flew wild. Lucy was glad that the office was empty, no one could hear her frenzied moans or the grunts and cries she made as Michael’s hips took away her breath or made her tremble and beg for more. 

After what seemed like forever, it was over. Lucy slumped to the floor, his seed spilling out from between her legs. She gasped for air, sweat stained her naked body. 

“That was pretty fun,” Michael said. “And we can release the email later if we want to.”

She looked up at him in shock. 

“What, did you think I was actually going to let it go out? Of course not. I used my privileges to lock the account first. I just wanted you to think that it was going out to everyone. That way I could really be sure if this was what you wanted. And it seems like it was. Holy shit, Lucy, I’ve never had anyone come onto me like you did.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“I mean really. Queuing up all of those videos on my computer? Showing me exactly what you wanted me to do to you? What if I hadn’t been into it? It would have ended your career.”

“I was willing to take the risk,” Lucy sighed, rising to her feet on trembling legs. “I was pretty sure you were. So what are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Michael said slowly. “I think that those rules we put out on those emails were pretty good ones, right? So you should obey them. But only in this department. Don’t worry, no one ever comes here.”

“But that means you can use me any time you want,” Lucy pointed out. “And I’ll be naked every day I work here!”

“Is that a problem?” Her manager smiled and Lucy felt her heart flutter. 

“If I don’t live up to it, will you punish me again?”

“That would be my job as your manager.”

“In that case, there is absolutely no problem at all.”

#bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #original fiction #cnc k!nk #bdsmwriting #bdsmstories #humiliation kink #bronze's stories #sexywriting #bronzeplacewriter

[genshinlover101]

Ah, I’m glad to see you back! I love your writing! I hope it’s not to soon to send in new requests, but I discovered you not long before your hiatus and I’ve been dying to!

So I didn’t make the original request, but one of my favorite writings of yours is the modern high school AU “Seven Minutes in Heaven with Her”. Would it be alright if I could request a Part 2 of that same prompt with Kokomi, Yun Jin, Hu Tao, Ningguang, and Lisa?

Seven Minutes in Heaven with Her (Modern High School AU!) Prt. 2

Characters: Kokomi, Yun jin, Hu Tao, Ningguang, Lisa x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Original Request: Modern highschool au where the girls and their crush are mutual pining one another, however their S/O's friend group is sick of them not making a move with each other and decides to set them up by going to a party and playing party games (Like seven minutes in heaven or spin the bottle) and that's where the fun part begins since we know the girls might confess or even kiss their crush ;))

A/n: Ah yes! I loved writing that <3 it was like a little playground of my personal headcanons 

Link to Prt. 1 (Not connected, only if you want more)

• Kokomi was the captain of the girl’s swim team, no one could resist her bubbly personality and her petite frame as she darted through the water like a mermaid. She probably had her own little fan base that would greet her before practices and watch her compete in tournaments. 

• Your friends got tired of watching you be one of many of her fans that greeted her before practices. Your pathetic little attempts to give her warm water after a lap, you even were offered to become the swim team’s manager after Kokomi began recognizing you.

• Surprisingly Kokomi was a struggle to get to the party, her introverted tendencies were a challenge of its own. Your friends had to bribe her with Bird Egg Sushi and a personal library that the host’s rich family-owned in their home. Even mentioning your name on the guest list was enough to soothe her nerves.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist for someone to see how out of place Kokomi was from the moment that she stepped through the door. her small figure getting easily lost in the crowd as her eyes grew dizzy and anxious. That was until she felt a tight clutch around her wrist as she felt herself gravitate into warm arms. As she looked up it was none other than a familiar face, her little manager. 

Although, it wasn’t long till you both got dragged into a stupid game rigged by your friends. A bottle conveniently landed on you two who sat together like glue, forcing you two to spend the next seven minutes in a small compact closet.

You both were shoved and locked into a dimly lit room, sweat dripping down your forehead as your hands were stiffly to your side, careful not to make her any more uncomfortable than she looked. “I-I’m sorry Kokomi, my friends are stupid and I didn’t mean to trap you here like this with me,” you rambled.

You both were obviously lacking in confidence, uncomfortable, and equally nervous. She cleared her throat, such a weak mental for the team captain was shameful she remembered. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have been peer pressured into coming, but I wouldn’t have preferred to be stuck in such a tight closet with anybody but you,” she tried mumbling, her words meant to comfort both of you.

Although it was too dark to see, you could vaguely make out a blush on her face as she averted her eyes from you. “You wouldn’t mind me resting here no? This closet is kind of a blessing in a way, the noisy crowd isn’t for me.” She raised her hands to rest on your shoulders as her head nuzzled underneath your chin and against your chest.

You could feel your heart skip a beat, something you hoped she wouldn’t be able to hear. She mumbled even quieter than before. “You’re always supporting me during my practices and tournaments, even now you’re supporting me when you should be out having fun. I-I appreciate you for that,” she hesitated as if she had something else to say. “I... I think what I’m feeling for you is greater than just appreciation between friends.” 

• Yun Jin was a theater kid no doubt about it. However, unlike those weird stinky kids that many bullied and made memes about- Yun Jin was a star. Many would attend the school plays solely to see Yun Jin perform her craft. She always had intricate dresses and wild make-up on, lulling everyone to fall in love with her. 

• Your friends grew tired of watching Yun Jin’s plays two, sometimes three times within the same week. They said you were like a stalker and you should just muster up the courage to talk to her during the meet and greet portion after the show. You vehemently rejected thinking you were some sweaty loser but little did you know she noticed your figure in the crowd each and every time.

• Yun Jin was easy to get to the party, she recognized your friend’s familiar faces from you dragging them to all her performances. When she was told she’d finally meet her biggest fan she couldn’t help but grow a little excited at the anticipation. She hoped of nothing less that you two would bond well.

The instant Yun Jin walked through the main door she shined like gold through the crowd. Her popularity was certainly no joke, when the word spread that Yun Jin arrived, they swarmed like flies. Yet every small conversation she had she spoke your name even if she had never met you personally before, asking where you might be.

It wasn’t long till one of your friends pulled her into a living room area, sitting adjacent was none other than her shining star. However, before she could stand up to sit beside you and start small talk, a bottle landed on both of you. Your friends sneers as if it was all a calculated plan. 

You both were urged into a small closet meant for storage, barely a single person could fit, how you both managed to fit was beyond your imagination. Your heart beating fast as your idol was standing chest to chest with you, your head snapped to the opposite direction so she wouldn’t hear your unsteady breathing. “I... I’m sorry,” you managed to say.

Every evasive action you took to widen the gap between you two, she took even bigger action to close it. Without hesitation, she dug deep into your mind. “Now that we have seven minutes alone, I wanted to ask you one thing,” she said ignoring your apology. Her hands raised to grab yours which were glued to your sides. “I see you in the crowds of all my performances,” she tip-toed around the topic.

Her hands fidgeting around yours making your heart race even more. You could sense her stare on you, even see her face focused on nothing else but you from your peripheral. “You must be blind to not see me searching for you through every crowd, it’s almost become a game to me at this point,” she continued bravely. “Now that I have you in my grip, I don’t plan on letting go. So why not plan and see me during the after-show from now on, don’t be such a stranger. Won’t you be one more thing I look forward to seeing after my shows hmm?”

• Hu Tao is that annoying emo kid that made one too many sarcastic jokes to cope with life. She had a strange fascination with graveyards and would often try and drag poor little you to one late at night. She wasn’t particularly into any clubs or afterschool circulars, but she had a bunch of cool interests and hobbies.

• Your friends grew tired of watching you from the other end of the classroom as you blushed while she teased the life out of you. She would grab your hands and put her big fancy rings on your fingers, she’d might even custom make you your own bracelet after complimenting her own so much.

• At first Hu Tao was kind of apprehensive about attending your friend’s party. She said it was for nerds, she would rather binge Netflix shows or fix the chipping black paint from her nails. That was until they told her you were attending, ‘her little hampster’ she called you. 

Although you were the only one at the party that Hu Tao was looking forward to seeing, she wasn’t so shy to need to depend on you even if she was arriving alone. She even gave you one of her rings at school the day before, saying it was a charm to bring you together at the party. With her prankster nature, she was a natural magnet for people in all types of social cliques. It wasn’t hard for your friends to pull her into a single room where you all pretended to play seven minutes in heaven. 

Your friend’s collective giggles as they practically shoved the bottle in your hands to go first, Hu Tao making a small sarcastic joke that she hopes it’ll land on her. Ironically, it did. Hu tao bit her lip to suppress her impending blush. 

As you both were hurried into the small closet meant for a single person, you heard the door slam shut, and locked from the outside. “Hehe- sorry Hu Tao, I didn’t expect us to be here alone,” you mumbled. No matter how quiet you were it was impossible for her to not hear your apologies. 

“Hey hey, don’t be sorry,” She said with a goofy smile that she only gave you. “You know that ring I gave you at school? Maybe it worked a little too well.” she tried joking. Her words tried to make her seem smug like this wasn’t anything special, but in her mind, she didn’t want the bottle to land on anyone else but her.

It was a rare moment of silence between you two as she contemplated her feelings towards you, and why she felt unnecessarily jealous about the other girls at this party. Your head was turned in the opposite direction as you tried to not get intoxicated by her silk flower-scented perfume. She gnawed on her lip before so shamelessly staring at you. “You know, you’re not too bad looking,” she thought out loud, a blush clearly plastered on your face as she tried to get a better look. 

Her words of flattery made your heart beat faster, her flirty personality with you was no surprise. She often was very touchy and gave you many compliments before, this was no different. What was different was her standing on her tippy toes, grabbing your cheek with one hand and the back of your head with the other, leaving a big wet smooch on your cheek. “Just as I thought- nice and easy on the eyes.”

• Ningguang was the rich kid who upheld the position of the student council president, however, she might as well have been the school’s treasurer. She did her job splendidly, many students and teachers alike respected her, they would say the school has never been so successful since she was elected.

• Your friends grew tired of seeing you get scammed of all your weeks allowance on Ningguang’s private tutor business that she created, only for you to sit back and drool as you didn’t retain any of the information she was telling you. You’d sign up daily, she’d even poke fun at how you seemed unteachable and how you must be broke by now.

• It was fairly simple to get Ningguang to the party your friends were hosting, they offered her simple monetary gain and listed all the pros and cons about attending. Although she was just a simple high school student, she surely had the brain of a successful CEO already.

It didn’t take long for Ningguang to be surrounded the moment she stepped through the door, everyone trying to get the recognition of the Student Council President for good college rep. Most of her crowd were too poor to pay for her time, so to see her appear at a lowly high school party was a sight to see. Even the sassy Keqing and shy Ganyu patronized her for attending.

Yet through the sea of people, she only recognized one face that she was comfortable with- her precious pupil. She pardoned her way through the crowd in your direction to get stuck in a tiny resting room with couches occupied by your friends, a bottle in the center. Within seconds she was peer pressured into playing seven minutes in heaven, her partner? None other than you.

You both were shoved into a small closet, condensed into a small space by boxes of storage and clothes. The rotten smell of dust and blankets surrounding you made you feel poor by Ningguang’s standards, slightly embarrassed at the mess. “I’m sorry Ningguang- I didn’t think my friends would go this far,” you apologized.

With a deep sigh, she adjusted herself to mold with your body more comfortably, her eyes squeezed shut to help her grasp the situation more and make it more tolerable. “It’s quite alright,” she tried playing it off. “It’s not like we haven’t ever been this close before.” 

You dug deep in your mind to remember such an incident. Maybe you were so focused on her tutoring that you never noticed such a close vicinity between you two before. But now that you took it into account you remembered her close body. You could feel her breath like this before on your neck, the way her arms intertwined with yours as she guided your pencil. The sheer surprise and ignorance on your face was enough to give her all the hints she needed that you were clueless. 

“I certainly knew you struggled with your school work, that was no secret. But I never assumed you were also dense socially,” she lifted your chin with her index finger. The gold jewlry laced around it makes your skin feel the chills of cold metal. “So all this time you’re telling me you didn’t know my feelings for you?” 

• If there was such a poll of ‘most likely to graduate as Valedictorian without trying’  Lisa would surely win. She spent most of her time in the library, not reading, but sleeping on a wooden table as she actively avoided all her homework. Regardless of her negligent behavior, most teachers revered her as one of the smartest students to step foot in your high school.

• Your friends grew tired as you ditched them every day to go ‘study in the library’, they all secretly knew you were visiting the woman known as the purple rose of the school. Sometimes they’d watch you shyly wake her up as she wrapped herself around you and convince you to do all her homework. From an outside perspective, others would say she was bullying you.

• At first Lisa had no interest in attending your childish parties, she’d much prefer to have tea in the comfort of her own home. However, all your friends did was mention your name and something clicked in her mind. Her little helper- how overjoyed she was to see you outside of school. 

You arrived at the party with Lisa, she didn’t have the motivation to come unless you dragged her personally, and how could she possibly say no to her little helper. You grabbed her hand tightly as you mingled with all your friends, otherwise, she might be found laying on some random couch taking a leisurely nap.

That wasn’t until you were lured into a small room with your friends, they all had this cheeky sneer on their faces that made you incredibly suspicious. Lisa still had the same unimpressed look on her face like she was bored of life in general. That was until a bottle was brought out, forcing you to spin it... the victim? None other than Lisa. 

Her eyes lit up for once as she made a “fufufu~” while shoving you into the closet. She didn’t have to be told twice to willingly be condensed into a small space with you. Her upbeat attitude about the entire situation really bent you backward, you didn’t even know if you should apologize as it seemed like she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She had a devilish smirk on her face, all it took was a moment of willing eye contact from you and she knew when to strike. “Hmm?” She tried to inquire, her head cocked at an angle. Realizing your mistake you snapped your head in the opposite direction to avoid any more embarrassing contact with her. “Why so shy? You’re never like this in the library. Now that you get the chance to be so close to me why hide yourself?” She tried to pry deeper and deeper.

You tried to fight the blush that was so obviously spreading through your cheeks and your ears by chewing on your inner cheek, your eyebrows knitting together. “Perhaps you need a little reminder of my admiration for you cutie,” with a gleeful grin she wrapped her arms around your neck, squeezing you oh so tight against her. A single motion was all it took as she planted a quick peck on your lips. 

#kokomi x reader #yun jin x reader #hu tao x reader #ningguang x reader #lisa x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #sangonomiya kokomi #yun jin #hu tao #Ningguang #lisa minci

[yusume-the-writer]

If it's okay can I please ask for him with kianna komori ( romantic please)

Again but in this scenario he ends up falling asleep and ends up waking up to a petite girl quietly trying to wake him up

Kianna:........

( takes his hand and picks him up off the floor)

Kianna: do you......want to have a tea party?

The best way to rest and have a tea party ~

Carpaccio Luo-Yang x Kianna Komori(OC)

Request made by I hope you like it and keep losing it to me

As if I was given permission about the height of the hair, I decided to leave the height anonymous so everyone can decide whether it is long or short

Warning: Spoiler of the anime, if you don't like Oc x Canon I recommend you pass this post

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Carpaccio hadn't eaten or slept for two days and ended up fainting, but suddenly his lover appears and they have a tea party!!!

After his defeat by Mash, Carpaccio became more devoted to understanding about the connection of magic and pain and here he was

So here he was inside the school library doing his research

It had been a while (2 days) since he had slept or eaten anything but..... was everything ok?

But for Carpaccio it was like a Monday of his classes and research so there was nothing wrong

Suddenly he realizes that his surroundings are slowly getting dark and he starts to lose consciousness and then falls on top of his notes

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Suddenly Carpaccio feels as if someone was rubbing his hair and trying to wake him up.

The touch was soft, it felt like a mother calming her child to go back to sleep later and a nightmare

He then smells a smell of strawberries that look like they were picked recently or that they had been put in sugar to become jelly, it was a pleasant smell and perhaps his favorite along with the person using it.

It was as if the person was doing their best to wake him up without being startled, and it was working.

Then Carpaccio starts moving around making the person look like the cafuné (Carpaccio was disappointed about this)

He adjusts himself in the wooden chair in the library and then opens his eyes to see the one who woke him up.

Kianna sends him a soft smile when she sees that his technique worked.

Burgundy eyes stare into brown eyes with dilated pupils

Carpaccio then scratches his sleepy eyes causing him to break eye contact "What time is it?" he asked as he continues to scratch his eyes

"13:30" Kianna responds as Carpaccio stops scratching his eyes and adapts to the light

"Shouldn't you be in class or something?" Carpaccio asks after noticing that Kianna was not in bed but in the library at that time, unless she had escaped from her room

"I didn't feel like going to class and I was also worried about where you were" Kianna says stating the last option, but Carpaccio couldn't deny that her heart skipped a beat when she said she was worried about him

Then suddenly Kianna grabs Carpaccio's hand and lifts him from the chair.

Now Carpaccio was standing in front of the short girl while she held his hand.

"Do you...want to have a tea party?"

"....I want"

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The table had good quantities of sweets and fruits and there was a pot of tea in the center.

The tea had a greenish yellow tone and carried an aroma that could be compared to lemon.

It looked like tea that night

"So...Why were you sleeping in the library?" Kianna asks as she takes her teacup from her lips

"I was focused on my research so I probably passed out from exhaustion" Carpaccio responds as he picks up a strawberry and eats it

"You need to stop putting your health last, are you not eating or sleeping properly and are you going to the hospital due to a lack of nutrients?" Kianna says she is worried about Carpaccio's health

He wouldn't say, but he loved it when she worried about her health, but he didn't like making her worry all the time.

"Sorry for making you worry" Carpaccio says as he takes a sip from his cup

It had a lemon flavor along with the fact that it was warm, it was pleasant to drink

"Sometimes I get so focused on something I get excited about that I forget to sleep or eat" He continues as soon as he takes the cup from his lips "It can be a bad habit as you say, so I try my best to remember to eat or sleep properly so I don't worry you" Carpaccio finishes, then his wine-colored eyes look into brown eyes,

Kianna stares at him with a look of concern on her face then she sighs and closes her eyes.

"I will believe you" She says as she takes a piece of cake and eats it

"But from today onwards I will make your lunch so you don't forget to eat!" Kianna continues while sending a knowing smile

"If it's okay with you, then okay" Carpaccio says as he sends a smile to Kianna

The tea party continues to be enjoyable after this couple interaction

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

It was lunch time at the gym

Carpaccio was at a table reading his notes about his research

Suddenly he feels a figure stare at him so he turns around and comes across Kianna with two lunch boxes.

"Sorry for the delay" She says as she starts to sit next to Carpaccio

"It's okay! I didn't wait long and I didn't even notice it was lunch time" Carpaccio smiles lightly as he faces Kianna and sits down.

As soon as she sits down, she hands him her lunch box which he gladly accepts, as soon as he takes it and starts to open it Kianna does the same with her lunch box

"You're not skipping many meals, are you?" Kianna asks as she takes a piece of food into her mouth.

"Not much, but sometimes Magarret finds me sleeping in the dormitory hallway" Carpaccio responds sincerely as he takes another piece of his food

"But you need to watch your sleep schedule!" Kianna scolds Carpaccio while he puts another piece in his mouth

".... Maybe I'll get better if you also take care of your sleep schedule, it's not you who goes out at night and wanders around school like a lost soul" Carpaccio says while pointing accusingly at Kianna's lie

"Me?! Maybe you mistook me for someone or even a ghost~" Kianna laughs while sticking out her tongue in a childish manner

Carpaccio does not refute, making Kianna proudly win the small argument

He just wouldn't say that he thought it was cute that she was showing her tongue because of her pride, but maybe he just said it to see her reaction.

#mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x oc #mashle x fem oc #Carpaccio Luo-Yang x Kianna Komori #Carpaccio Luo-Yang #mashle magic and muscle x fem oc

[saltdrinker]

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DUMB REFERENCE SHEET I ACTUALLY FINISHED IT YALL

coughs Now for my baby's official introduction...

My MC: Vicki Murakami

Birthday: June 21

Age: 16

Height: 160cm (5′ 3″)

Dominant hand: Right

Homeland: Unknown

Family: Akio Murakami (father)

Best Subject: Arts

Club: None

Hobbies: Arts and Crafts, DIY around ramshackle when the birdman lets her have time for that

Talents: Does beast taming count?

Likes: Japanese Cheesecake/fluffy desserts

Dislikes: Black Licorice

VA: Atsumi Tanezaki

Nicknames: Vic or Vivi (Adeuce), Herbivore (Leona), Henchman no.2 (Grim), Petite trickster (Rook), Shrimpy (Floyd)

The (Vice) Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Vicki never imagined her life would get turned upside down for the second time when she found herself isekaied into Twisted Wonderland. Having been a Junior in her old high school, She finds herself as a 1st year in NRC, navigating her way through this new world as she makes new unlikely friends along the way.

Vicki isn't an extrovert nor is she an introvert, though she may seem like the latter at first due to her not being very talkative. Most of the time, Vicki doesn't know how to talk to her peers due to her overthinking a lot. She tends to look distant and uninterested at first, but get to know her and she shows her cheeky and chaotic side. As much as she would like to relax and enjoy her new chance at high school life and stay out of trouble, trouble seems to find her wherever she goes. At least she has the Adeuce duo to watch her back.

Sometimes she tenses up and suddenly acts defensive and curt, mainly around certain individuals and strangers. Case in point, Vicki doesn't like being casually touched by people she isn't familiar with, often backing away if possible or taking their hands off of her. She tends to be dodgy when confronted with personal/nosy questions, giving brief answers or avoiding answering altogether. Being pushed to give answers will result in Vicki getting angry, sending a glare as a sign to stop. Despite these flaws, she is very loyal to her friends and wouldn't dare think about abandoning them in any situation. She is quick to think on her feet, coming up with spontaneous solutions in dire situations. Vicki can be impulsive at times, but it doesn't compare to both Grim's and Adeuce's tomfoolery.

Extra trivia

Vicki is Japanese-American

She is twisted from Morgan (Enchanted + Disenchanted)

She can speak some Japanese.

She used to practice writing in Hiragana and Katakana when she was younger

While Vicki does do arts and crafts, she loves origami the most

Her dad was the one who taught her origami, as it gave her a connection to her roots and was their favourite activity to do together

Vicki loves making paper cranes and will give them to her friends as gifts

Just like Silver, she can talk to animals

Everyone thinks she's magicless due to her inability to use various types of magic (This will be explained later)

#this whole post took way too long to write #BUT I CAN FINALLY SHOW MY BABY SO WORTH IT HEHEHE #twst wonderland #twst oc #twst mc #twisted wonderland oc #ramshackle #disney twst #twst yuu #yuu oc

[thestraggletag]

The Caretaker, Chapter One

AKA: A Rumbelle Sugar Daddy AU... kinda.

Rating: Explicit.

Summary: Belle French had never thought helping came with strings attached, confident that in a community people naturally tended to help each other, until the day she needed help to keep the library open and no one seemed to care. No one but Mr Gold, whose penchant for dealing could always be counted on, even if the price for his generosity was known to be steep.

It felt like it had taken her ages, but she had finally done it. Or almost, in any case. She was one paycheck away from the full amount, and she was getting paid in a couple of days. In the nick of time too, considering the state of the library. It had been months since the heavy spring rains had exposed heavy filtrations in the library’s ceiling, located specially along the still-dilapidated clock tower- she had never quite gotten the council approval to have it back to working order- and her life had spiralled into some sort of ever-growing nightmare.

She had thought at first that it was only a matter of getting Regina to approve the use of emergency funds to patch up the ceiling, but that had quickly turned into some sort of pipe dream. The mayor, clearly, had some sort of strange vendetta against the library and would not budge or release even a bit of funds, not even enough for an estimate on the repair costs. When the first spot of damp had appeared in the corner of the fiction section- meaning the spot had originated inside her closet right above it- Belle had paid for the estimate herself, thinking that a more detailed and concrete plan of action regarding the needs of the library would convince Madam Mayor of the urgency before the spot could get any worse.

She had been convinced, alright, but it had not changed her stance on the subject. She had gone as far as to imply that Belle was responsible for the upkeep of the apartment above the library, and when that had failed she had pivoted to argue that the situation did not qualify for the use of the discretionary emergency budget and the best that could be done is include the repair cost in the discussion of the upcoming budget. But that wasn’t due for months, and as the damp spot grew and began to turn black with mould Belle realised she was not going to make it. The damp would surely ruin books, not to mention her own clothing, which she now kept in a corner of her living-room, as far away from the problem as possible. But above all the damp meant rotting walls and rotting foundations, things that could get a building condemned. And Regina, she knew now, would swoop in at the chance of closing up the library. If the damp forced her to temporarily close up she knew she would never reopen.

She had tried to organise some sort of campaign to force the issue, to trigger an emergency budget meeting, but had found almost no support. No one was interested in signing petitions or, even less, in getting involved in any small way, like calling the town council or even sending a letter, not even when Belle offered to write sample letters they could simply sign.

She was surprised, but tried not to take it personally, that people didn’t think keeping the library open was in their best interest. It was just that no one thought for a moment about all they used it for, its value to both the elementary school and the high school, the computer literacy classes for adults, the many local clubs that used the building as a meeting place, the movie collection people relied on in a town with no video rental and a distaste for paying for streaming services. People just hadn’t considered all they would lose if the damp didn’t get fixed, but it did not deter her. There was time to begin building an awareness of the library’s many valuable resources after the problem was solved.

She then resolved to simply save the money. She earned a very decent salary, and had savings as well, so a few months of scraping by would surely get her where she needed to be. That soon turned out to be more problematic when, two months into her scheme, Ruby came to her in tears, begging for money because Granny and her were short on the rent. Ruby’s car, her baby, had needed a bit of upkeep- and, personally, Belle thought it did not hurt that the new mechanic in town, Dorothy, was exactly Ruby’s type- and she had spent the money, thinking things would be tight but not dire. But then their oven had broken down, meaning Granny had found out she had used their emergency funds on her car and that they would have to use part of the rent money to fix the appliance. It was a series of unfortunate events, and Belle could not in good conscience leave the Lucas women on the lurch. Ruby and Granny had been the first people to make her feel welcome in town, after all.

She had considered getting a part time job after that, something temporary that she could do in her spare time, but there always seemed to be one activity or the other that ate up any free time she had. The local animal shelter was always seeking her out to volunteer- and it was difficult to say no to puppies and kittens-, not to mention meetings to organise school activities that involved the library and town events that needed anyone who could donate their time and attention.

A fundraiser was her next idea, something that would peak the people’s interest. It was hard to get anyone to care, or to truly grasp the urgency of the matter. In the end she had managed to organise a bake sale with Mary Margaret, who taught fourth grade at the local elementary school. Half of the proceeds would go towards a school trip to a nearby farm and the rest would go towards the library. It was not much, but it was something.

That had turned out to be a bust, however. Though originally Mary Margaret had promised a couple of the students’ parents and herself would help her bake, but that got downsized to just Mary Margaret and herself and, a couple of days before the event, Belle turned out to be the only baker still standing, Mary Margaret profusely apologising for forgetting that the weekend they had assigned for the baking her husband had planned a little getaway that could not possibly be rearranged. It meant that, come that weekend, Belle had only herself and a few ingredients guiltily donated by the parents who had stepped down to make everything for the sale. Thankfully Granny let her use the diner’s kitchen, along with their supplies, as a thank you for the money she had lent them. It still meant she had spent over 24 hours baking continuously, but she would not have to dip into her own money to buy supplies at least.

Mary Margaret was back in time for the sale itself, and at first Belle had been glad of it. But then, near the end of the event, Mother Superior had arrived to tearfully commiserate with anyone who would listen to her about an unfortunate- and nebulous- situation that meant the convent did not have enough money for the rent and Mr Gold was surely eager to turn them out the moment the month was up. From what Belle gathered later the “unfortunate situation” was months and months of unpaid rent, which had eventually led the pawnbroker to threaten eviction, as it was his legal right.

Mary Margaret, apparently overcome with generosity upon hearing Mother Superior, announced then and there that the proceeds of the bake sale would go to the convent. The children, she said, would understand, and they would have their field day trip later. She did not mention the library till Belle approached her directly. 

“Oh, you don’t mind Belle, do you? We’ll figure something out for the library later.”

She didn’t, provided further help to the library would come, but it never did, and Mary Margaret soon became perpetually too busy to speak with her. So she gritted her teeth and tightened her belt more, urgency bolstering her resolve as she did away with anything that wasn’t a need, including food outside the essentials and, sadly, heating. Thankfully the chimney on her living-room worked, so she got into the habit of taking walks along the forest when she had some free time to collect fallen branches and the like for use as firewood. Sleeping by the side of the fire was definitely less romantic than she had imagined, but it was doable.

But all that was behind her. After her new paycheck she’d be able to expand her eating habits beyond crackers, tea and stretched-thin soup and turn up her dusty thermostat. Go back to sleeping in her bed, and even treat herself to a bottle of medium-priced Cabernet Sauvignon. The possibilities were endless. And, most importantly, she could finally stop waking up each morning with that pit of anxiety that made it difficult to breathe. She would be able to relax, to move forward.

She was so happy she did not care much when she got a call at 2 AM in the morning. Her father didn’t call often but when he did he always forgot that there was a 14 hour difference between Storybrooke and Melbourne. She had given up on reminding him, especially because it was so unusual that he took the initiative to contact her. It felt nice that he decided to call.

Or it would’ve been, if her dad didn’t sound so angry and panicked, making it almost impossible to follow him. It took a lot of patience and a little shouting to get him to somewhat calm down, at least enough to explain himself. And when he did her stomach sank to the floor, discovering a new level of dread she had not previously known existed. He told her about his flower shop doing poorly for the last couple of years, and how he had been trying to cope but had not been keeping up with his payments well, which meant he had gotten behind on the mortgage and now the bank was threatening to take the house. The house where Belle had grown up, where her mother had spent her last days. The house he had chosen to use as collateral to expand his business later on. A house that he considered precious, but apparently not enough to keep it safe.

“It’s all I have left of your mother, buttercup, I can’t lose it.”

She was all that he had left of her mother, and yet he seldom called, and when he did he did not show any interest in her life. There was always usually a request or other attached to his calls, but never something this big.

“I… I have some savings.”

She tried to will the words back into her mouth, but the palpable relief in her father’s tone kept her from backpedalling. And, after all, the notion of never setting foot in her childhood home did not sit well with her.

“I’ll transfer the money first thing tomorrow. Yes, I promise. No, it’s no trouble. Don’t worry about it papa.”

“I knew I could count on you, buttercup.”

The rest of the week she floated around, as if her consciousness was only loosely attached to her body. She was constantly thinking about the damp spot, picturing it in her mind growing bigger and bigger till it swallowed up the library entirely and she with it. She obsessed over the expanding mould, her eyes starting towards its colonised corner with increasing dread. She reconsidered all of her options, thought about anything she might have missed, but she came up blank.

The one thing she did become painfully aware of, even as the rest of the week passed her in a blur of worry, was how little people seemed to notice about her anxiety. To her it felt like she walked around with all her anxiety written across her face, in the shadows beneath her eyes that no amount of concealer could fully cover, in the sallow look of her skin, a product of little sleep and little food, and in the way she was constantly frowning, distress making her twitchy and tense. But no one mentioned anything. Not Mary Margaret when she came to discuss if the library could coordinate summer reading lists for the kids so as to allocate a portion of the budget for purchases towards extra copies of the books in question, not Ruby when Belle stopped by the diner so the waitress could tell her all about he new crush, even after she was forced to fish around her purse for the money to pay for the tea she’d ordered and kept rejecting invites to go out to the Rabbit Hole, muttering about the expense, nor David when she agreed to fill in for the volunteer who helped put away the sacks of food for the dogs, the effort making her more dizzy than it ever had.

She felt… unseen. Like people stared right past her whenever they didn’t need something out of her, or after they had gotten it. But it was unfair, she told herself. Everyone had their own lives to live, their problems to take care of. It was wrong to be mad that people were not coddling her or rushing to her aid, especially when she was so bad at vocalising her distress. She couldn’t expect people to be mind readers. She was an adult, capable of solving her own problems.

And there was, after all, a universal solution to any problem in Storybrooke. A generic ‘break in case of emergency’ failsafe that she hadn’t allowed herself to even consider for the longest time.

Mr Gold.

Anyone who spent any length of time in Storybrooke knew of Mr Gold, the town’s own boogie man and magician, a man with the ability to do anything… for a price. Belle had been warned about him almost as soon as she had moved into the apartment above the library, first by Ruby and her Granny and later, little by little, by everyone else. People had built Mr Gold in her mind to be a veritable beast, some sort of greedy misanthrope who kicked puppies and stole lollipops from babies. A sombre figure dressed entirely in black, speaking in a soft voice with an uncomprehending accent and striking deals like he was the devil himself.

Their first meeting, in that sense, had been a bit of a letdown. Mr Gold was indeed dressed in black, she supposed, and he had an accent, but the black was paired with elegant pops of colour in the burgundy of his shirt and pocket square and his accent was pleasantly Scottish, a burr that Belle found more than a bit charming. And the man himself, past his prickly exterior, was not what people said either. Cultured and funny, with the sort of sharp sense of humour that some might find off putting or even mocking but that she tended to favour.

And he had always been polite to her. A bit biting in his initial dealings, but gentlemanly nevertheless. One of the few people who consistently visited the library, once a month at least and often twice, either taking out research material for his antiques business or works of fiction for recreational purposes, with an interesting penchant for legal thrillers- perhaps to be expected- and also folklore, a combination that said something about him that Belle was still trying to decipher and reconcile with the rest of him.

When he visited the library he made a point of talking to her. Nothing much, a five or ten minute conversation, related to books, that was sometimes the highlight of her day. He was a delightful conversationalist, allowing her to stretch mental muscles that she seldom exercised anywhere else in town. Still, Belle was aware that in reality she knew little of Mr Gold. Despite having a library card she didn’t even know his name, his file reading simply “AU Gold”, which let her know, if nothing else, that he had either very witty parents or unusually cruel ones. Mr Gold remained mostly a stranger to her, a mystery to uncover, but what little she had glimpsed of the man beyond the mask he wore conflicted with the image the town painted of him.

She hadn’t wanted to go to him for help because, in a way, it would completely change the dynamic of their relationship, as shallow and perfunctory as it was. She did not fear making a deal. Mr Gold never took more than agreed upon, and most of the complaints people had with his agreements seemed to stem from not having read or understood the terms. She wasn’t about to make that mistake. 

There was no other bridge to cross, however, no other stone to turn. Mr Gold was her one and only hope. With that in mind she closed the library the slightest bit early on Wednesday night, freshened up a bit to look less like the mess she felt, grabbed the folder with all the documentation she thought she might need and made her way across the street, where the sign for Mr Gold’s shop was still lit from below.

Mr Gold was alone, as she had expected. No one in town went into the shop for anything other than a deal. Belle did not imagine the business did a lot, or any, selling, but the Scotsman still opened it up at 8AM and stayed even beyond closing time at 6PM, leaving usually an hour or two later. Clearly he did something at the shop, beyond staring at the hoard of things he’d amassed and looking at his property portfolio.

Whatever he did wasn’t evident when she walked in. Mr Gold was near his antique cash register, polishing something with careful movements. It was delightfully toasty inside the shop, something Belle had come to greatly appreciate recently, so he was without his jacket, something she had never seen. Her eyes zeroed in on what looked at first like armbands but she quickly recognised as sleeve garters, something she had never seen someone wear outside a period drama. They were clearly aimed at lifting the cuffs of Mr Gold’s shirt slightly away from his wrists to keep the garment clean as he worked on one antique or the other. 

“Good evening, Miss French. What a lovely surprise.”

It didn’t sound like a surprise at all, and looking at him there was no trace of it on his face. Mr Gold looked like he had been expecting her all along.

“Good evening, Mr Gold.” Her mind blanked as to how to conduct the conversation, whether to make small talk or be straightforward. She didn’t know what he would prefer. “It’s lovely in here. I can’t believe I haven’t been inside before.”

She meant it, of course, and judging by how his eyes softened he believed her too. The inside of the pawnshop was dimly lit, which she didn’t think was good for selling trinkets but added to the ambiance in a positive way. The room felt at first glance cluttered and messy, but looking further revealed a cosiness and a certain order to things. Jewellery together along the curios further from the door, antique toys clustered in a corner, silverware in a far cabinet and the like. The initial chaotic impression seemed almost like an invitation to explore, though Belle could not imagine anyone in Storybrooke doing so. Not when the cave of wonders had a dragon.

“You’re too kind. And what brings you here this evening?”

The opening was kindly given, and Belle was grateful for it. She forced herself to relax and take a deep breath, knowing the words she was going to say next could never be unspoken.

“I’m here to make a deal.”

Trying not to rush or to become emotional the librarian presented the bare bones of the situation: the rains, the leaky roof, the damp. How she had gone to Regina for funding and been rejected, her other attempts at raising money and, finally, her decision to do it on her own.

“I was aware of the basics of the situation, yes. But I thought you would have scraped together all the money you needed by now.” He was nonchalant as he spoke, part of his attention still on the antique he was polishing. Belle thought it looked like a Royal Doulton fox. 

“God knows you’ve been starving yourself long enough to have managed it.”

The comment startled her, and she had to fight the natural impulse to touch her face. She had taken pains to reapply her concealer and add a little bit of blush before she had come, to hide her rather unfortunate complexion. Mr Gold, noticing her bewilderment, ghosted a finger near her cheekbones. She blinked, embarrassed to feel her eyes well up with tears. What a nonsensical reaction.

“Your features have sharpened rather noticeably these past few months. A simple observation.”

An observation no one else had made, but she didn’t tell him that. She had the feeling she didn’t need to. Instead she told him, in the vaguest terms possible, about her father’s late night phone call a few days ago, and his predicament. Surprisingly Mr Gold seemed to react angrily at that, muttering something about parents being the ones to look out for their children and not the other way around. Belle felt the need to defend her father, but could not deny that their dynamic had tended towards her taking care of him rather than the opposite, ever since her mother had died and Moe French had been left adrift. She had done it willingly, gladly, but she did not think that would change Mr Gold’s poor opinion of her father at all.

Finally, haltingly, she told him that she could not come up with any other solution. That she feared that if the problem wasn’t fixed they would close down the library, and make it permanent. That the mayor was rather counting on it, for some reason she could not quite understand.

“You’re right about that. Madame Mayor was never too keen on the library, not since she’s gotten bigger ambitions for the town. I, on the other hand, am partial to keeping it open.” He smiled, a gesture that did not reach his eyes, and she got the idea she was meant to see how shallow it was. “It’s good for property values.”

She supposed she was meant to take offence but all Belle could feel at the moment was validated. She wasn’t imagining things, she wasn’t being paranoid or delusional. Regina Mills was actually out to get her, or at least the library, and she had been right to assume she was running against time to find a way to fix the problem herself before she allowed the mayor the opportunity to strike.

He asked for the budget estimates then, reading over the documentation she had brought with the expert eye of someone used to dealing with property issues, finally commenting that it seemed thorough and fairly-priced. Marco always did an excellent job too, which he could guarantee first-hand. And she was also right that, without the repairs being performed quickly, the building would not pass an inspection, and the cost for the fix would increase the longer it took.

“And how much of the money for the repairs do you actually have?”

She took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth.

“None of it. That’s why I’m here. I want to make a deal for the money.”

Belle watched him as he pulled another trinket to polish from beneath the counter, this time an antique pocket watch. His movements were slow, unhurried, his entire posture oozing nonchalance. While some might have thought it degrading or insulting Belle was rather glad for this, it put her at ease somehow.

“It seems rather silly to become indebted to me to repair a public building that the people of this town don’t seem to appreciate. A building that should be maintained with public funds. A little too self-sacrificial for my taste.”

A moue of disdain crossed his face, and the librarian had the notion she was meant to see it. Mr Gold was a consummate performer when he negotiated a deal, always knowing what part to play to get things to go his way.

“People here depend on the library, they just don’t realise how important it is for the town. It’s my responsibility to keep it open. Besides-” she paused, trying to get a hold of herself, feeling like she was getting too emotional-”I’m doing this for me too. I like the library. And the town. I don’t wish to move.”

As much as she felt a bit let down by her friends and other residents, Belle really did like Storybrooke. She had fought hard the last few years to make it her home. She didn’t wish to leave Ruby, or Granny, or the children from the elementary school who visited often for school projects or for reading time. Or even Leroy, who came to the library sporadically to use the computer and sometimes just for some peace and quiet while he nursed a hangover.

Or even Mr Gold, whose conversations were so fun, though perhaps the deal would change things between them. Looking at him she could almost tell he had softened somehow, though she could not be sure. The man had an amazing poker face, managing to look both completely uninterested in what she was saying but also like he had not missed a word of it.

“Can you help me?”

It wasn’t a matter of whether he could, but whether he wanted to. Still, Belle thought phrasing it in such a way would work against her. For what it felt like forever silence stretched across them, flooding every inch of the room. The librarian forced herself to breathe evenly and wait, let Mr Gold make the first move. And then he did, taking out a notebook and a pencil and detailing sums as he explained to her that the town had discretionary funds for situations like hers, different from the emergency money under Regina’s direct control, and he happened to be one of three town council members in charge of their administration. He could easily get Midas on board to approve the release of the funds for the repairs if he agreed to donate the rest of the money. Midas always liked avoiding bigger expenses in the future and he went with whatever made financial sense. That would leave Albert Spencer, Regina’s lapdog, outvoted. It would all be quick, and work could start therefore as early as next week, if she so wished.

He said all so nonchalant, as if he wasn’t pulling what felt to Belle like a miracle. It was the first time in a long time that she felt the problem could be solved, that there was a solution in reach. The only thing that remained unknown was the price, but she could not imagine anything Mr Gold could ask that she wouldn’t part with gladly.

“What do you want in exchange?” She paused, wondering whether she should offer a few suggestions, let him know what she had that could potentially be worth it. “I-I could pay you back. We could set up a payment plan, with interest rates and-”

“I don’t want your money, Miss French. I have no need for it.”

Dread curled in her stomach, either because she was afraid she had nothing else to offer him or because he was prepared to ask for something else, something that would give her pause.

“So what do you want?”

He paused, leaning slightly over the counter and finally looking at her in the eyes.

“I want your time, Miss French. Any you can spare, whenever you’re not working. For whatever I may need you for. At the shop, during a trip, in my house.”

“Like… like a caretaker? Or a maid? Or a secretary?”

“Something like that. I want your time, for you to be available to me whenever I have need of you, as long as it’s reasonable, of course.”

She knew what Ruby would say. She would paint the situation as sordid, with Mr Gold implying all manner of nefarious deeds that he would have her do. Belle didn’t know whether that would be entirely wrong either. She barely knew Mr Gold, after all, outside their sporadic and brief chats at the library, and his reputation was dark enough to give credence to the less charitable interpretation of his meaning. Still, Belle could not quite convince herself of the worst. And it wasn’t like it mattered. She had no other choice. This was her last chance.

“The library… it would be repaired entirely? No shortcuts or work half-done? Would it be brought entirely up to code?”

“You have my word.”

“Then you have mine.”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #the caretaker #thestraggletag fanfiction #rumplestiltskin #belle french

[starry-skies-116]

My AU Synopsis for the main trio + June and Fowler: Jackson Darby: 16 yrs. Neurodivergent, Intersex ADHD Queer Black Pakistani-American kid from Brooklyn when he moved to Jasper Nevada at five, socially ostracized. bi as FUCK and not even subtle about it. dead father at seven lost due to illness and is being raised by his single mother June has a little drone friend named Emily for max gay adventurer scientist chaos energy. Huge fan of a show called Celestial Odyssey, side passion for music and gaming (bonds with Raf over it). Gains way too many parental figures over the course of the series. Hacked into the Pentagon at ten years old on a dare.

Miko Nakadai: 16 yrs. Heir apparent to Nakadai Industries. Short petite Japanese-American jock girl with slightly toned muscles that can actually send you to the gulag if you fought her. Was in multiple sports clubs and took Shaolin classes. Youngest daughter of a rich family of three other siblings and a lot of extended family back in Japan with a controlling immigrant businessman father, mood disorder af while dealing with the aftermath of generational trauma and a dysfunctional family. Has two older siblings that are both twins, older sister is Himeko and older brother is Sora. Himeko and Sora are both 18. Is the champion of multiple street brawls. Has gotten into many street-fights and fights at school. Secretly a nerd too, so it makes sense that she'd fall for the nerd.

Rafael Esquivel: 12 yrs. White, Italian-Cuban American, from a huge family. Basically near-blind without his glasses. Skipped a couple of grades due to his talents in IT and hacking, and regrets it immensely now due to the burnt-out gifted kid spiral that he's going through. goes to the same high school as Jackson and Miko, and nobody takes him or his decisions seriously since he's younger than the rest. being the youngest is hard honestly-

June Darby: 37 yrs. African American woman, passed down her broader and curvier physique to her intersex son (of whom's also genderqueer and bi as FUCK omg). M-spec, male-leaning. Learns about the Autobots later on and about the work her son does and the wonderful family and life he's building for himself, and instantly allies herself with them the moment she does. Quit her big-shot engineer job and became a mechanic just to be able to be home take care of her son. automatically adopts everyone else. best friends with Optimus Prime and Fowler naturally. she'd give the sun and moon and stars and universe and galaxies and planets and nebulas and black holes and MORE for her babies and our blood and all of us LIVE to see it. Closeted nerd and neurodivergent as well. (oh and btw Mama Darby once called Team Prime a more affectionate/familial nickname in French and the familial love +2 modifier was too much for them once their processors translated it and they understood what it and the connotations meant. Bumblebee was trying so hard not to break out into tears while Arcee was struggling to hold back a smile)

William Fowler: 35-37 yrs. Black American. Grew up in Detroit. Knew Jackson's father from his time in the army- they were both best friends. FBI agent and government personnel. Stern and no-nonsense authority figure at first, strict yet disciplined, takes it upon himself to be one of many Jackson's 'older sibling' figures that he gains. he and the kids both fight a lot but they are literally a package deal so do not separate anyways. HUGE cat-person, bonds with Miko over it. Actually really likes Emily because the drone behaves like an affectionate and excited puppy who's just happy to be there. He and June work together from the time she finds out the 'truth' to co-parent her son and his friends and to support them and the Autobots in all of their missions.

#transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #tfp #transformers prime #tfp au #jackson darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #raf esquivel #jack darby #june darby #agent fowler #william fowler #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime

[jimmypesto]

For the kiss prompt: 30. kiss to the back of the hand for Rudy x Louise?

Rudy/Louise + kiss to the back of the hand

“Louise?” Rudy asks, his eyes worrying over her. 

Lying on a cot in the school infirmary, Louise isn’t in the mood to be scolded. 

“What?” She asks, an edge to her voice. “If you’re gonna tell me I shouldn’t have hit him, save your breath. Like, literally. You probably need to save as much as possible.” 

Rudy rolls his eyes at her attempt to deflect.

“Louise, no. I was gonna say something kind of…serious. You need to stop with all of this fighting stuff.” 

Throwing a dramatic hand backwards over her eyes, Louise groans. It was a fight. She has a bump on her head. It’s no big deal, and anyone  who thinks it is can back off. 

“What was I supposed to do, Rudy? Not jump on his back? He took your inhaler!” 

As admirable as it is, her friend’s chin-up attitude grates on her nerves. If you don’t stand up for yourself, then people will take advantage of you. They’ll snatch your inhaler out of your hands, because they think it’s funny. 

“He would’ve given it back! John’s a nice guy. Nice-ish. You overreacted, and…”

Rudy touches the back of her head, and she recoils. In general, if someone isn’t her mom, then they have no business touching her. She isn’t even the biggest fan of her mom doing it, but she gave up that fight years ago. 

“What are you doing?” Louise demands. “I’m not dead, Rudy. Your hand isn’t gonna pass through me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” 

Notably, she doesn’t violently shake him out of her personal space. She should, but she doesn’t. Rudy’s hand cups her skull, right where the bump is, and she remembers the way her head slammed into a locker as John tried to shake her off of his back. 

She can’t stand when people are mean to Rudy. Whether the mean person in question is a petite, bitchy redhead or a six-foot-tall sophomore doesn’t make much of a difference. Mess with Rudy, and you’ll have to deal with Louise. 

They’re in high school now, but the whole protectiveness thing still sits with Louise in a weird way. It’s a rage usually reserved only on behalf of her family, but Rudy can elicit it almost as easily as Gene or Tina. Almost being the operative word. There’s still no one she’ll go to bat for quite as hard as she will for her siblings. 

“I know you’re not a ghost, Louise.” Rudy says, irritated. “I was just worried about you. That’s all. You’re so…” 

He cringes at the mistake he’s just made. 

“Small?” Louise demands. “Is that what you were gonna say? Hey, it isn’t my fault you’ve grown four inches since last year! God, what do they put in that epipen of yours?” 

Louise knows he hasn’t used the device in years, but the joke still works. Rudy showed her how to use it once, sitting in his mom’s garage. If a goose ever tries to attack him on Louise’s watch, then she’ll be ready. 

“I just can’t believe you got into a fight for me.” Rudy continues. “Please don’t do that again, okay? You’re gonna send me to an early grave.” 

Miraculously, Louise relaxes into his hold. 

“You mean an earlier grave, right? Earlier than the one you’re already heading toward?”

“Funny. I’m serious.” 

When his hand moves away from her head, Louise is relieved. Good. She thinks. No more weirdness. Then, like the climax of a horror movie, she watches in suspense as he picks up her own hand. 

“Uh, Rudes? You okay, buddy?” 

The intimacy is almost too much for her to handle, and she strongly considers staging a vomiting episode. When Rudy brings her hand up to his lips, her eyes bulge out of her head. 

Oh, sick! She thinks, when he pecks her knuckles. But she doesn’t say anything, because then he would stop. All of her instincts, her fight and her flight, fail to tell her what she should do. It would be easy to push him away, throw his kindnesses back in face, but she doesn’t want to. Maybe, occasionally, when the rest of the world can’t see her, it’s nice to let her guard down. 

“I don’t know what the hell that was.” She says, when her head has cleared enough to let words in. “But you can bet your ass my lawyer will be hearing about it.” 

Rudy smiles, and Louise laughs, and she might feel a hint of disappointment when he doesn’t touch her again. A small, minuscule, barely there hint. If anyone asks, her internal monologue included, she’ll deny it. 

#bobs burgers #louise belcher #louwheeze #roudise #thank you for sending!!

[chibi-celesti]

The Send Off

Synopsis: As the Dawn of Spring approaches, Yuu was to volunteer… by Ambrose of all people!, to do a Send Off for the Spring Arcane festivities.

*aka a BPJ to do a nod to FF X's Sending Scene!*

A/N: Me: *working Twst Tone.* instant epiphany I wanna write something FFX related now lol.

~♡~

“You want me to do what exactly?”

“I am aware of your ‘predicament’, Harukawa-san.  However, I was wondering if you could join us this Spring for our annual Send Off.”

“But… this is so sudden, Ambrose-sensei.”

“I know. But I ask you not because we're short on those who can. I ask because I know this is something special you can do.”

“...” she hesitates for a few moments before… “Yes, sir. I'll do it”

~♡~

~Sage’s Island: Beach Coast~

“Has anyone seen Yuu lately?” Deuce asked. “It’s really weird that we haven't seen her these last few days.”

“And Grim’s been tight-lipped, too,” Jack added.

For the past two weeks, most of the NRC 22  almost saw little to no presence of the aforementioned Prefect. Anytime they would see her after school, Yuu would flee off in a hurry with zero explanation.

At first they chalked it up to her wanting some privacy, but over time it went from normal to worrying. Even Grim had run after her in a rush, too without a word!

Ace turned to Sebek. “Has she told Draconia-senpai where she was going?”

“I AM NOT THE HUMAN’S BABYSITTER! And no, she has not! How dare that woman cause Waka-sama to worry!”

“And the Send Off’s about ta start…” Epel mentioned, worried that their friend might miss out.

The sound of a speaker going off ended their discussion. Crowley stood next to Ambrose on the podium. A few staff members of both schools were seated on their respective sides as well.

The Dire cleared his throat before speaking: “Greetings and good evening, everyone! As I’m sure you all are aware, this evening marks the end of the Spring Arcane Festival. The arrival of Spring mark's new beginnings for all life. New flowers bloom freely from the snow, animals waking up once more from hibernation,” he pauses for a moment, taking on a serious tone. “And of course, us parting from those who were left behind from the past year.”

“And as such a case, here on Sage’s Island, we wish to help those pass on, with the annual Send Off.” He steps away, begrudgingly allowing Ambrose to continue.

“For many of us here, the Send Off is a time where we ensure guidance to those who left us. Whether sickness, old age, many other tragedies; it does not change the fact that sometimes these souls need help moving on less they become enraged Phantoms and harm others. Which brings us to today,” He casts a spell that summons a portal. Out from the portal gate came students donned in robes that look like they came from the Far East.

Among the march of students, one stood out from the rest.

“Hey. Isn’t that…”

“I-I think so…”

There in the middle of the group heading to the beach, was Yuu!

She was wearing what looked to be the same robe as the others, but more fitted towards her. A white sleeveless top with two detached, but still complementing in a way, sleeves; the tips of the sleeves fading into a gradient pink. A golden yellow obi wrapped around her petite frame, and a long violet purple skirt to match. In her hand was a meticulous staff no doubt made for the occasion.

“EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHH??! WHAT IS SHE DOING OVER THERE?!”

“Gentlemen!!!” Ambrose pointedly looked at the students who interrupted him. “Please lower your voices. You can shout after the Sending.”

The First years in question(Adeuce) muttered a ‘sorry’ before looking back at their friend.

“Now where was I? Oh yes! For this occasion, we have chosen one student to help us send the spirits to the beyond.” he continued. “Ms. Yuu Harukawa, are you ready?”

Said person nodded, determination written all over her face. With a small blessing from one of the other students beside her, Yuu walked forward onto the ocean’s surface. She kept walking until she was in the middle of the floating tombs in the water.

A deep breath in… deep breath out…

From the sound of the first drum, Yuu began to dance. She slowly spinned her body around, weaving and swaying like the ocean waves. She twirled, staff in hand; waving it about in the air as if it was a mage wand.

She looked beautiful… even while performing this rite… She looked beautiful.

As Yuu danced, small orbs of light began to sprout from the tombs. The orbs were pieces of those who passed away, slowly ascending away from the land of the living.

As they reached the climax of the Send Off, the torches that brought light to the festivities changed from red(RSA) and green(NRC) to a fierce blue. In addition, a pillar of water began to lift Yuu into the air a bit. Her dance became more intense spiritually than physically.

Her final pose of bringing her staff in her embrace marked the end of the ceremony. The pillar lowered back to the surface, allowing her to walk back to the shoreline safely.

A somber feeling settled onto the crowd with a few of the robed students complimenting Yuu for her hard work.

Someone from the crowd scurried over to Yuu as he grew impatient to see her. “Yuu. That was a fancy dance you did. Told ya you had it!”

The Prefect laughed “Funny. If I remember correctly, you thought it was boring.”

“I don't remember saying that,” Grim said in denial.

The sound of footsteps and people getting shoved caught Yuu and the others' attention. And out of the crowd came the Heartslabyul duo, panting after the rush to see her.

Ace looked to his friend, wanting answers. “Yuu, why didn't you tell us you were performing?”

She answered back: “I wanted to keep it a secret.”

“But, you could've told us. We wouldn’t tell the others.” Deuce said. “If we knew the Headmage was gonna force you-”

“Actually it wasn't Headmage Crowley.”

“Huh?”

“Ambrose-sensei asked me if I wanted to volunteer. ”

The news shocked the duo. “Why though?”

“Because I knew she had the compassion to ensure the departed were sent safely.” Behind them, said Headmages appeared behind them. “I had a feeling that out of all the possible candidates from NRC, she showed the most passion to carry it without fail.” He smiled at the girl.

“Of course, Crowley was trying to deny my requests-”

“I assure you I was not.” The crow interjected. Sure you weren't, sir.

“However I- as well as the rest of Sage’s Island- are eternally grateful for her and everyone else who participated this year.”

Yuu bowed to the older gentleman. “It's the least I can do, sir.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst yuusona #ffx yuna #final fantasy x #ffx

[bunnygirl678]

my mother was really weird about certain things...

like pants, so i have a fat ass, i'm hourglass shaped, but the size of my ass is not proportional to the rest of me, so i was always wearing pants that had that huge gap in the back, because i had to go up a size (or two) to fit my ass, also i have short legs and a long torso, so i was constantly ruining jeans because they drug on the ground, and my mother would be so pissed, and i was like i can't help it! Then she'd get pissy and tell me to lose some weight so i could find jeans that were the right length, (she's a great person lmao) I also have a pretty small frame (which made childbirth horrible lmao)

so in late high school when i started paying for all my own stuff (which is apparently not normal lmao) i went jean shopping with my aunt (after making a trip to houston by myself lol) who is short like me, and when i started trying stuff on she was like 'why aren't you buying petites??' and i'm like 'no i have a big butt' (i didn't cuss like i do now then lol) and so i tried my first pair of petites and suddenly everything started fitting better, i still had problems with jeans, but in college i tried lucky jeans and so far those are the only ones that fit perfect, i really don't wear jeans that often (now that i'm in florida i don't even have any lol)

But i don't know if she just didn't want to spend the time trying to find stuff that actually fit me or what??

The other thing was she told me I was an 8.5 shoe, she was also an 8.5 shoe, i always complained that my feet hurt, but she'd always come up with stuff like 'oh it's because your lazy butt is doing actual physical stuff' then when i started running after getting sick my senior year of hs, i went to buy running shoes and they were like let's size you sometimes running shoes are different, so they size me and are like are you sure you're 8.5?? I was like that's what i've always worn, and they tell me i'm a 6.5 I was like ?????

So now my feet feel good, and i don't talk to my mother for the most part, she sends princess gifts for holidays but that's about it.

#bunny talks #let's talk childhood trauma lmao

[hungerpunch]

heavy sigh 🥀

i haven't had a blood grandmother since 2013, when mine died suddenly during a routine procedure. of course biologically, i have two grandmothers, but i only really had one. i've been excommunicated from the other almost all my life. (she lives to this day. i check the obits monthly. when she kicks the bucket i will celebrate.)

so having known kb's grandma, frances, for 13 years… she sort of became a substitute grandma to me, too.

frances has been a tough cookie all her life. she was raised on a farm in remote northern wisconsin. her parents were immigrants from poland. at 16, she dropped out of school to work, instead. she waited tables and bartended. at 18, she hitch hiked to chicago. she got a job at a polish bakery, where she remained all her working days. she met and married a young polish guy who was an… associate, of some degree, of the mob.

she raised three kids on the south side of chicago. then she raised kb, as both their parents worked full-time at odd hours in factories. her husband died 15 years ago. as far as personality goes, she's quiet but not mild-mannered. she's brusque but not mean. she just is, stalwart and true, shooting straight as an arrow. she won't tell you how she feels but it's not a duplicitous nature; it's just that she's private. she won't be cowed by yelling nor weaseled by niceties. the harder you try to be polite to her, the more she rebuffs it. she would never bother stabbing someone in the back when she could just walk away from their face.

she taught kb how to crack an egg, how to play poker, how to have whiskey, how to make pierogis, and how to bake her signature chocolate cake.

the cake. she made it every year for kb's birthday. eventually, they got it tattooed on their arm with "grandma" in flowing script beneath it. the handwritten recipe is inscribed on a plate that hangs in our kitchen. it's seven layers and requires 16 eggs. it's a demanding physical feat, making that cake, and she's always been a petite woman.

to this day, she intimidates me, even reduced to the tiniest thing in a hospital bed, covered in tubes. her dark eyes are shrewd as ever. her face betrays little emotion, but when she does smile, her gums are still pink and full of health. her silver hair is cut sharp and short as it has been all the time i've known her. when i first met her, i almost couldn't speak. what do you say when you're 18 and you're meeting a woman who faced the devil many times and won every round?

but she didn't try to put me in any place. she shook my hand, kissed my cheek, told me to make a plate in the kitchen. she didn't ask me questions or try to get to know me, but neither did she dismiss or ignore me. i was simply folded in. she taught me how to stuff and press and boil pierogis the same way she taught kb. when i would drive her around to errands, she would hide five dollar bills for gas in places i wouldn't notice until much later. when she played cards with us, she never teased me for not understanding poker.

she sends me birthday cards. she signs them "love, frances." she crocheted several long garlands and then hanging stars to decorate our christmas trees with. i know her house and i know her smell and i know her real smile. i am lucky enough to have heard her really laugh. i know what it looks like when she's really listening. i know when she actually feels touched by something you've done. i know the shape of her shoulders when you hug her. i can see the knobby knuckles of her fingers in my mind.

i've never gotten to say goodbye before. my cousin, my aunt, my grandpa, my grandma, my dad, my friend gabe--they all died suddenly. we went to the hospital last night. i don't know what i expected. i thought if you were facing hospice care until you pass, you would be cloaked in a morphine haze. not lucid. but frances is very cognizant. her vitals are all good. her heart is strong. her eyes, when she looks at you, are clear.

it's not that her body is giving up. it's just that her body is not strong enough to endure the surgery that would save her life.

so how, then? how will this go? is the cold hard truth that we have to starve a woman to a slow death? is there nothing to be done? it feels insane. i want to scream. it would be easier, if she wasn't home mentally. but she is very home. the lights are on. i couldn't say goodbye because it seemed impossible that the end is here. because she still seems so alive. i could only speak to her as if everything is normal.

#grief diaries: frances #my lyfe #if it's not clear by the first tag cw for death

[the-himawari]

A3! Tsukioka Tsumugi - La Verite of Flowers Mini Conversations Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Practise Conversation 1

When I heard the story for the upcoming stage, even I thought it sounded pretty interesting.

It was an amazing experience when I got to act in the “Inner Palace”.

We wore kimonos during “Inner Palace”, but this time, we’re donning dresses.

We have to make sure we practise our gestures and how we walk this time as well.

Maybe I’ll do some research into that time period and read some works on Marie Antoinette.

Fufu, of course I’m looking forward to my own role. But I also can’t wait to see how Kazu-kun and the others play their female roles.

Practise Conversation 2

I discussed with both Tasuku and Sakyo-san about playing female roles. It looked like it piqued those two’s interest too.

Sakyo-san also acted back during “Inner Palace”.

Tasuku’s body has always been on the strong side, so he’s never really gotten to play role of a woman before even back during our school days.

I don’t think he did in GODza either.

But as an actor, I think it’s a great learning experience to play a woman. If there’s an opportunity, I think it would be good to try.

It might be interesting for everyone in Winter troupe to practise etudes with female roles next time.

Practise Conversation 3

Marie Antoinette built Petit Trianon, an personal, ornamental building in the palace garden. And she treated it like it was the countryside.

Apparently, she spent her time there enjoying the countryside life.

That garden was a place she could find some peace and quiet.

I would be happy if you and all the others also thought of this courtyard as somewhere you can unwind.

I guess could plant flowers that everybody likes. But just like Marie Antoinette…

It would be lovely to use decorations and ornaments to make some arrangements, wouldn’t it?

That reminds me, some adorable ornaments arrived at the gardening centre I usually go to the other day.

If you don’t mind, would you like to go choose some together?

I’m sure the others would also love to…

Just kidding. The truth is, I just want to decorate together with you, Director.

Tsumugi & Masumi Talk

Masumi: Tsumugi, did you do a lot to prepare when you played your role as a woman in the past?

Tsumugi: Naturally. I studied up on my speech patterns and gestures. And I practised intensively. Oh right. Back then, I also told my grandma I was going to play a female role. As we were discussing makeup and acting feminine, my grandma showed me some pictures of herself when she was younger.

Masumi: Really… …I guess I’d like to see some pictures of my grandma in her younger days too. …I’ll call her and ask her later.

Tsumugi: Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.

Masumi: I wonder if she’ll be shocked when she hears I’m going to play the role of a woman.

Tsumugi: Fufu. She might be a little surprised. But I’m sure she’ll support you and assure you she’d love to watch.

Masumi: If grandma wants to see, then I’ll send her some pictures.

Tsumugi: Yeah, go for it. Let’s all put on our costumes and take some together.

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#a3! #a3! translation #tsukioka tsumugi #usui masumi #act! addict! actors!

[griffin-wood]

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[send me a '!!' and I'll introduce an oc!]

— tamara webb (novaturient by @kalorphic)

I'll start with one of my sunshiney gals, and here is Tamara! I think I've introduce her back then, but a lot of detail (I think) has been added and modified somehow? So, here it goes!

She's known as a sunshiney oc because she's literally the definition of sunshine. She radiates positive and well, chaotic energy. But, she tends to repressed her sadness a lot, in order to always stay as a sunshine. Well, this brings back to her childhood. She has a good childhood, however; her childhood is filled in the role of people pleasing especially her parents. She tend to be good in school, and all; however, her efforts never seem to be noticed. And there's where the feeling stems for, she always tries to please everyone but, when she fail to do so, the sunshine in her sorta disappear, but no one will ever witness her. And if she's in a room fill with people, she'll repressed it even more and just, blame herself in the end. She got the best confidence in front of others, but terrible towards herself. It's a whole issue she's working on here. But, enough the sob story; that's kinda her flaws, somehow. She's trying to grew out of it as we speak, but let's see! (SHE'S AN ACADEMIC VALIDATION CHILD GROWING UP)

Aside from that, she is a huge sweet tooth. She longed for desserts, she love a good tart, or a good cupcake especially during work. She tend to have some sweets laying around for the sake of it, and everyone who knows her tends to know; she always bring a couple of sweets to pass it to her lil cousins especially, and that's why she is the best cousin according to them.

Her personality, as it's mentioned; she's definitely the sunshine between the group. And in her family, also, she's just brightening up the room everytime she's there. But, in her line of work; well don't underestimate her skills. She may be petite but she is a badass. VERY.

In the game, she's romancing K! Let's just say it begins with a friendship, and stem into something more hehe. But, I think headcanon I have for them, she loves to leaves sticky notes of ily everywhere. Well, not literally, but just besides saying it, she loves to write it down, and also, they enjoy bicycle rides for dessert hunting together. And her bestie, I believe in the game would definitely be Reese. They are both chaotic together, but they bring the house down together 😌

I think that's all I have for now! Also, a song for her; daylight by Harry styles! I think it fits her a loooot! Also, for Tamara and kalan; well I have a whole playlist jsksks for them. But labyrinth by tswift and look after you by the fray sorta fits! Thank youuu for sending in and I'm sorry for the late replies ahh. 🥹❤️

#answered #oc: tamara webb #novaturient #TY TY TY 🥺❤️ #my asks