Better than revenge (Part 1/?)
Summary: Aemond isn't aware of your feelings for him and brings his girlfriend to the family's vacation. Careful thought out plans, fucking a brother and a mean girlfriend leads to some interesting situations
A/N: I've decided to split it, to give myself more motivation and to post more :)) I have really, really really worked hard on this and would love to hear your guys's thoughts!
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TW: Aemond being clueless(?), Alys being bit creepy, fingering, cheating (not on reader)
Aemond Targaryen x reader, Aemond Targaryen x Alys, (Slight) Aegon Targaryen x reader
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer
You never would’ve thought your summer would be this good. Six whole weeks of pure enjoyment, swimming, tanning, drinking and summer love. Your friend Helaena invited you to her family’s luxurious villa. You were practically packing your bags the moment she mentioned there would be a private beach and sea, already imagining all the adventures that would take place on the beach. But when she mentioned that you guys would be joined by her brothers…. That caused you to almost sprint out the door, buy a whole new wardrobe and get your nails done. It was the set up for a perfect vacation. Alcohol, beach, guys, and Helaena.
And, I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him
Helaena did not exaggerate. The villa was more luxurious than the grandest hotels you’ve ever seen. It radiated rich energy. As you approached the villa, you could feel that this was going to be the best summer ever. You were in awe of even the smallest things, and Helaena found it quite amusing to see her best friend gawk at the stuff she found normal. Like the way they had the most beautiful view ever, the way the beds made you feel like you were in heaven and that the shower was a whole experience on its own.
It was no secret to Helaena, at least, that you had a massive crush on her youngest brother Aemond. He was perfect in your eyes. He was tall, handsome, studying at university and he basically looked like he came right out of an action movie as the bad guy. He was the perfect guy. Well in your eyes. So, you thought this little vacation would be the perfect opportunity to make a move on him. You’d practically set it up, hinting at a possible crush on the man in front of him. But while he may be handsome and book smart…. He wasn’t the best at picking up the hints. You thought it was pretty clear what your feelings were. Because to any normal person, they would’ve picked up the hints. But we’re talking about Aemond here… and he did not.
She came along, got him alone and let’s hear the applause
You were excited to finally see Aemond, and maybe for something to happen. But when he arrived at the mansion, he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by a slightly older woman, and you never wanted to kill someone this much before. The way his hand was on her waist. The way he expressed his love for her when Helaena inquired about her.
“Oh this? This is Alys, she’s my girlfriend.”
That word, Girlfriend, made you want to punt Alys into the sun. The room went silent as he said it. Nobody knew, nobody expected it. If at all they expected Aegon to bring someone along. Helaena was the first to speak up “Great..for you? Idk man we just weren’t expecting this, or her.” She said slightly nodding to Alys, who was noticeably older than Aemond. You felt like you needed to know more so you asked a question for yourself.
“How’d you guys meet? Aemond isn’t exactly known to go out and socialize..”
She took him faster than you can say sabotage
“Oh, we met at the library, I was reviewing some essays and he was studying. I couldn’t help but see him and make a move on him. He just looked so cute, studying and being all focused like that.” Alys says as she rubs his upper arm. It made you want to remove your eyeballs from their sockets.
I never saw it coming, wouldn’t have suspected it
“That's...great. I-I’m..i'm happy that he finally found someone, it was starting to get a little sad for Aemond…” you choked out, not meaning a word of it. Your eyes met Helaena’s, her eyes telling that she was clueless that this was happening.
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
Alys didn’t look like someone Aemond would date, but also at the same time she looked exactly like someone he would date. It was weird, you’ve never felt so jealous in your life. Not even in kindergarten when someone else got selected to erase the board. This tops it all.
She must’ve known the pain was beating on me like a drum
The look in her eyes… They told a different story. They told the story of a woman who was well aware that what she was doing was hurting you. To make it even worse she grabbed his face on both sides and kissed him, making sure to have him positioned like that so you could only see her face and the enjoyment on her face as she torments you. You tried to be strong and kept a neutral face.
She underestimated just who she was stealing from
“Let’s go and have some drinks.” Came your voice, breaking the silence as the ‘lovers’ finished kissing. Alys lifted her eyebrows in surprise, she hadn’t expected you to be so calmly about the whole situation. Inside you were screaming, crying and doing unspeakable stuff to Alys. But like I said, you’re strong. You grabbed a big bottle of whiskey and poured some of it into the 4 glasses present at the table.
“Oh, Alys, we’re a glass short. We weren’t expecting anyone else to join. Do you mind grabbing another glass from the cupboard? I think it’s in the kitchen.” You said, feigning surprise that there was a glass missing. You knew damn well there was a glass missing. Just felt like pestering her a bit.
“Oh, well I’m not so sure where it is. Could you show me? It would give my dear some time to talk with his siblings.” Alys said and it made your blood boil, she knew the game and she was a master at it.
“Actually I’m not familiar with the place, I think it’s best if you take Aemond.”
“Well then it will be fun for both of us won’t it? Exploring the place, becoming besties.” You could feel the need to throw up getting increasingly stronger with each sentence she got out of her mouth.
Holding back words you accepted, as to not make it suspicious.
“Fine… I’ll join you.”
Everything about the woman made you want to drown yourself in the ocean, but the way he looked at her made you want to go through the fires of hell and challenge the devil to a boxing game. His look was full of love, love that wasn’t aimed at you. You followed her to the kitchen, trying to act like the perfect person.
“It was kind of inevitable, wasn't it?” Alys said as she grabbed the glass from the cupboard, twirling it a bit around in her hands
“What was?” You asked her, genuinely confused as to what she was aiming at.
“Aemond getting someone like me. I mean come on, you didn’t make a move, so I did. Can you blame me?”
This fucking bitch.
She’s not a saint and she’s not what you think,
How she talked to you at that moment. If only Aemond knew. She wasn’t the perfect little saint she pretended to be. She was just another common whore. Probably interested in the money he’d get if his father were to pass away. And the way she looks at Aegon, the same gaze in her eyes as the one she gave Aemond.
She’s an actress, whoa
She doesn’t actually love him, you know of it. You caught her on a particular evening in hers and Aemonds bedroom. You were just walking by when you noticed the door was open, so you took a peek inside. There was Alys, laying on her stomach, wearing only her lingerie, taking photos. You knew they weren’t for Aemond because after she was done taking the pictures you heard her take a phone call. “I’ve taken some pictures for you Derek. You’ll be getting them soon, I hope you’ll like them cutie.”
You just needed to either show to Aemond that she is lying, or make him realize she isn’t the one without mentioning that part. And boy, oh boy, you got a plan. Involving none other than the player himself, Aegon.
He was a moth to the flame
He seemed so impressed by her. Like she was everything he ever wanted. But still you couldn’t accept it. Somehow he still glanced over at you.. in a way that isn’t platonic. You could see the longing in his gaze when he looked at you. Like he wasn’t entirely happy in his relationship, which wasn’t surprising.
She was holding the matches, whoa
Alys seemed a little too smug that vacation. It started, of course, when she walked in by his side, but the rest of the days she was awful. Not just to Aemond, but to basically everyone. Making everything about her, making everyone work for her, it was excruciating to watch and endure.
“Oh, I’m sorry Helaena, I know you just went to the store to get the groceries for dinner. But I forgot to mention I don’t eat meat, you see I’m a vegetarian. Can you maybe work around that?” Alys asked ‘sweetly’
“Well… we’re making hamburgers on the barbecue today.. I can’t really work around that unless you want to eat only bread?” Helaena said to her truthfully
“Oh well. That’s not very inclusive isn’t it? A shame, I thought you guys knew better.” She said before walking away.
The other incident was when you, Aegon and Helaena wanted to go to a club in the city and were asking them to join.
“Yo Aemond, Alys. We’re going to the club, you guys wanna join?” Aegon asked while leaning on the door frame.
“That’s sounds good-“ Aemond was quickly cut off by Alys
“But honey, you said we would walk down the beach together.”
“We can do that another time… I’d like to go to the club.”
“Well I guess you don’t love me then?!” She started to guilt trip him, it probably wasn’t the first time as it seemed a natural reaction. Whenever Aemond would say no, she’d start the guilt tripping.
You guys went with just the three of you to the club, leaving Alys and Aemond alone.
She had no issue flaunting her body during her stay at the mansion, after taking a shower she’d gladly only wear a towel around her or better only wear panties and his shirt. The smell of his cologne would fill the room and it was almost enough to reduce you to tears. And Aemond? He seemed under some kind of hypnosis by her, he was avoiding you like the plague, it really did make you wonder what she told him
Soon, she's gonna find stealing other people's toys
So you made an action plan, if not to get Aemond for yourself, atleast to have a little fun at your stay and not be a miserable cunt all day long. It would happen at the next beach party, where Alys would of course insist there would be lots of alcohol. Because, you reasoned, that’s the only way Aemond would think she’s pretty. Aegon knew about your feelings for Aemond, everyone did except him. So he was more than willing to help you out and get an evening of pleasure for himself. I mean who wouldn't want to, you were stunning. Aegon knew you were in love with Aemond, but still. One night together won't hurt anyone
On the playground won't get you many friends
You approached Aegon to go over the final points. You were both sitting on the terrace outside the mansion. You wanted Aemond to already feel a tad uncomfortable so your head was on Aegon's shoulder. “Okay so, let's just go over it one last time. Your room is next to Aemond's and Alys’ room. So we shall do it there.” You said while playing a bit with his hair, just because you wanted Aemond didn't mean you wouldn't enjoy the night with Aegon. You had heard the stories about his skills in the bedroom. Everyone has.
“Yeah, so after we've all relaxed on the beach and the rest goes to their respective rooms, you and I will go together to my room, already alluding to something being there. Then we have the best night ever, and then bam you leave the room after Aemond has left his and then it's all up to you.”
She should keep in mind, she should keep in mind
It was the evening you would commence your plan. It started off great, you guys played some monopoly, drank on the beach and just had a great time. Then Helaena spoke first “It was a great evening but it’s already getting late and I’m going to head for bed you guys.” You shot Aegon a look that said ‘This is the moment to go for it’.
“Yeah guys.. we’re going to head to bed as well.” He said while grabbing your hand and rubbing your knuckles lovingly.
“Yeah we’re getting up early tomorrow to go for a walk to the village.” You said as you let yourself get led by Aegon towards the house.
It left Alys and Aemond quite confused to say the least. Aemond didn’t quite know why he didn’t feel happy. He was very confused as to why he felt jealous. He had Alys, why would he care that you and Aegon were heading to the house together. Maybe there was nothing happening between the two of you and he was just imagining things. He hoped at least.
“Well, I think we should go to bed then as well. It’s getting colder as well. Come on Alys.” Aemond motioned for Alys to join him, he wanted to see if you would go to your own room or join Aegon. The walk to the mansion was silent. Nobody said anything. There was just the sound of the sand crunching beneath all the shoes and the sound of the ocean in the background. Aegon opened the door for you and playfully bowed.
“My lady.”
You laughed at his antics before entering the mansion with him right behind you. Instead of going to the right, where your room was. You followed Aegon to the left, towards his room. Aemond’s heart dropped and he felt a tightness in his chest. Why did he feel like this? He had Alys, he shouldn’t have to mind that you and his brother were sharing a night. Sharing a room. Sharing a bed…
He quickly went to his own room when he saw the two of you enter the room. It felt like his world was crumbling down. But he had Alys.. that was what he wanted…..right? He started to doubt himself. Maybe the person he wanted had been right in front of him the whole time. Maybe he had been blind the whole time.. a small light bulb seemed to turn on in his brain. All the times you have tried to confess to him and he was just too blind to see it.
At New Year’s Eve when you wanted someone to kiss you, you had been looking at Aemond when you voiced your complaints.
Last winter when you were cold and needed someone to hug you, it was him you were looking at.
God he was a fool, he didn’t notice and now you’re in bed with his brother.
He tried to forget about it, but his attempts were futile as his bed was directly next to the wall to Aegon’s room. Where you were voicing your excitement quite loudly. Moaning Aegon’s name, begging for more and making lewd noises. Aemond wished he was the one causing you this pleasure.
“Well. They’re having fun. Wouldn’t have imagined it.” Alys said
“Just shut up for once.” Aemond replied, his tone rather sharp. He was realizing his mistakes and he wanted nothing more than to rush into your room and kiss you. But he had Alys
There is nothing I do better than revenge (Revenge), ha
Aemond did not get a good night's rest. After you and Aegon were finally done fucking, he couldn’t close his eyes without picturing you. Well picturing you naked and underneath himself. It was wrong! He had a girlfriend, whom he loved… He thought at least he loved her, but now he isn’t so sure anymore. At 9 am he decided that to get through the day he needed coffee. So he went to exit his bedroom and when he opened the door his heart seemed to fall into a bottomless pit.
In the doorway of Aegon’s room, were you. Standing in shorts and Aegon’s shirt. It was like the gods were playing a cruel game with him. Making him see you in situations he wished he was a part of. Wishing it was his shirt you were wearing right now as you were walking in front of him, also going to the kitchen. He had to restrain himself, to not go up right behind you and hold you in his arms. As you walked to the kitchen you plopped yourself on the kitchen island, completely ignoring the bar stools.
“So you’re making coffee? Can I have some as well Aem?” He had his face to the wall where the coffee machine was, but if you could’ve seen his face as you called him Aem. It was completely red. He was blushing so hard, he had to cough to compose himself.
“Uh yeah for sure.” There was a short awkward silence before the machine pinged to let you know it was done.
“You’re up pretty early, that’s a new one.” You said teasingly
“…..I couldn’t really sleep last night.” He said, not wanting to admit the reasons why he couldn’t sleep, but you knew. You hid your face behind your coffee cup a bit as you were biting your lip to not burst out laughing.
“Yeah….. I also slept pretty late, had a fun night.”
He couldn’t help himself anymore. As your legs were swinging while sitting on the kitchen island, he positioned himself between them, coming real close to your face. The smell of his familiar cologne and the smell of coffee hitting your nose. He gently grabbed your chin making you look up to him.
“Oh I know you had fun last night, the walls are pretty thin here. Princess.” You pretended to be absolutely embarrassed about the whole situation while you were cheering inside. It worked,
“Now don’t pretend this wasn’t your end goal. For me to feel jealous, for me to want you, wanting to show you who can make you scream louder.” Now this, this was even more than you’d ever dreamt of happening because you fucked Aegon.
His hands started to caress your thighs getting close to the place Aegon ate out last night intensively.
Your breath seemed to hitch in your throat and you could feel your cheeks heat up.
“Well… What if it was my goal? What would you do?”
“I think that if that was the case, hypothetically of course, I’d do something like this.” In one fluent movement he had freed you of your shorts and panties dropping them on the ground whilst still in between your thighs keeping them spread and giving him free access to what he wants.
“Mmm look at you, all flustered. Am I having this effect on you princess? Am I making you feel stuff? Maybe….right here?” At the last part his hand was teasing your folds. Feeling the wetness already coating it.
“All for me isn’t it, pretty girl? Bet you had to refrain yourself from screaming my name last night didn’t you? You drive me crazy, you know that?” He said as he slowly entered his finger, making sure to hit your walls, driving you crazy.
“Aemond…. anyone could walk in..” You said.
"Now, now.That didn’t seem to stop you last night now did it?”
Aemond continued teasing you before he brought you to your first climax, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. He leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“There’s more where that came from Princess, all in due time, all in due time…” He then walked away, with his coffee in hand like nothing had just happened. You on the other hand were blushing like crazy, pulling your shirt down and trying to compose yourself
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Random OM! Headcannons
Belphie’s cow pillow gets torn every once and a while and Beel tries to fix it but his hands are to big to hold the needle correctly so he always brings it to Asmo so he can fix it. (He’ll happily do so.)
Mammon will recognize the most held dear thing to each of his brothers and secretly make sure it’s dusted/taken care of.
Levi knows every online event/deal/limited time merch for each series his brother likes and buy it for them. He’ll just place it at their door/on their bed and get out before anyone sees him doing this.
Beel has memory of when the last time all of his brothers ate, so if they have gone to long without eating he’s grabbing some food and bringing it to them.
Belphie does the same with sleep, and while he’s a little more lenient with Lucifer, he does make him take mini power naps that either Lucifer himself doesn’t know he’s taking it doesn’t care. (He’s taking many mini power naps- like a goldfish)
Satan helps his brothers when studying and even sneaks the ones who are bad at tests (mammon) answers during the test.
Lucifer comes into his brothers rooms to talk to them but if he’s standing next to something that isn’t tidy/clean, he automatically starts cleaning it up without a second thought. Partially because he’s a work-aholic, partially because acts of serves is one of his secret love languages.
Mammon is one of the top three people Luke goes to when he’s distraught (they have a nagging brother dynamic- they love each other- fight me-)
Asmo gets along great with grandmas.
Levi has karaoke nights in the water of Henry 2.0 so they can sing together.
When Mammon is bored he has a “camp out night” in one of his cars in his room.
Belphie and Beel regularly create bed forts.
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My IRL ex who lives abroad now is dating my online friend who also lives there and I am deceiving them, AITA?
All of us are Asian, 29. Fake names are used.
My ex (Fred) was my childhood best friend, we grew up together in the same conservative society, people expected to see us marry since we were kids, all that jazz. At 18, we both moved away and kept up LDR. Moving meant big changes of course, I was in a huge city and I had internet access for the first time. I became a BTS fan in 2013, I started creating and reading a lot. I joined tumblr, made friends from all over the world. I was being radicalized rapidly, and I figured out I was bi too. My world was suddenly a million times bigger.
He however, didn't change much. He was scientific minded unlike most people here and his friends were all STEM kids but they were still functionally right leaning. He was racist when it came to BTS or East Asians in general. He was ignorant and happy to ignore queer existence, he used to say things like queer people needed to be shown the right path. We were turning out to be quite the opposites. Eventually we broke up. He was heartbroken, he tried to drag me back in many times and I avoided him like plague. I managed to ditch him completely when we were about 23. He left for USA to study.
Around the same time I befriended one of my closest online friends, Daphne. We lived in the same state but she was always traveling so we never got to meet. We're both hellsite veterans and keep our identities under lock & key so we don't know our real names or exact place of work, but we know each other's deepest kinks and childhood traumas, and stories about our exes. We both had the same kind of interests, politics, and fandoms, we're both bisexual. I've also come out as a trans man a few years ago and I go by a masculine name online, can't transition IRL. Daphne's known me since my girl era. Daphne left for USA last year for her Masters.
Now the wild part, by some twist of fate, Daphne met Fred who's also working on his Masters in an adjacent field. It is by no means a niche subject and USA is the fourth largest country, they still found each other. He sang in our first language at some party, he's very hot, and... he's into BTS like her. Wild. So they're now dating.
They started following each other on twitter and he followed a bunch of her friends including Me! We have exchanged pleasantries and while on his account he has his real name and location, mine is a mixed bag account with my fake name and my (sfw) queer creations all over it.
I know who He is but he doesn't know who I am, he thinks I'm just one of Daphne's dudes, and Daphne doesn't know that she's dating my ex who she had promised to drop into the Challenger's Deep (joke). My reasoning for hiding the truth is-- It's still not safe for me to be out IRL and he can mess it up. I remember his bigotry, I hate him, I have every right to avoid him and here that means not revealing my identity. But it's been years so maybe he has changed, and Daphne is my friend. So, I feel like a massive ahole for not telling her at least. At the same time she really did hate my racist homophobic right leaning ex a lot, so knowing the truth will make things awkward and I don't want to lose my friend.
So, there you have it. AITA?
BTW, no I'm not into BTS ships or reader insert fantasies, that's not what I create. I know someone would ask about it so there. I'm also Not attracted to Daphne, if I was I'd have asked her out straight away, I don't play around about my crushes.
What are these acronyms?
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For @oklolnoty
With special thanks to @krystalwithakay for writing an entire, working Javascript program just to make a joke in a fanfiction. May 2D murderers ever throw themselves at your illustrious feet.
Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader
Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror
Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI
Final Chapter : Accessory - 6.1k words
TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.
“Honey-chan! Come here! Come here!”
From the far side of the bar, Nyanko waved you over. Pochi and Nyanko sat scattered between a group of three middle-aged men and one woman. The short, squat one on the right had to be the Kiba, if the amorous attention he lavished on Pochi was anything to go by. You knew he’d been the one to introduce Oshida to the club, but the rest of the party didn’t look much like heroes or marketing managers. Beside Kiba, a tall, chiseled man with rumpled salt and pepper hair wore hideous seafoam green scrubs. Next to him, a thick necked work-out-aholic still had his hospital badge on his pocket clip. The only woman was a few years older than Mama-san with a small, oval face, Cupid’s bow lips and glossy chestnut hair. While she easily could have passed for a former hostess, the long, white lab coat draped over her seat revealed her real profession.
You pushed away an exhausted frown and very bitter “I haven’t even put down my bag, ho!” in favor of a cheery grin and bouncy step. Sliding onto the couch next to them, you clicked your tongue.
“Meh, what’s up, Docs?”
Green scrubs belted out a hearty laugh. “You were right, Nyanko-chan, she is very witty.”
Nyanko scratched the air. “Remember your paw-mise, Yamamoto-sensei. You’re nya-t allowed to fall for anyone but me-ow-kay?
“O-okay,” he murmured, pushing up his glasses.
Nyanko giggled.
“Honey Bunny, this is Kiba-san from the Buster Hero Agency,” Pochi explained, gesturing to each guest in order. “Yamamoto-sensei, Hora-san and Sawa-sensei all work in the Pediatric Trauma Unit at Metropolitan Hospital. Hora-san is the director. Yamamoto-sensei and Sawa-sensei are his top surgeons.”
“Oh wow! How amazing!” you gushed. “So when kids get injured in a villain attack, you’re the people that save them?”
“Yes. They’re the real heroes,” Kiba proclaimed proudly, sloshing his Old Fashioned.
“We’re negotiating a collaboration with the Buster agency,” Hora explained. “We’re going to feature them in our literature and they’ll be doing daily hospital appearances for the kids.”
“Now, now—” Kiba wagged his finger “—I never promised daily visits. Our heroes are very busy and I need to be respectful of their time.”
Hora slapped him on the back with a loud laugh. “If you can still say that, I need to buy you another drink, my friend.”
“Careful what you offer.” Pochi’s fanged grin pricked her rosy lips as she draped herself around her prey’s arm. “My Kiba can really hold his liquor. You better watch yourself, Hora-san.”
Kiba roared with laughter. “You tell them Pochi-chan!”
You giggled into your palm to hide the snide smirk. Billed for her mature sensuality and elegance, Pochi was Animal Instinct's number one Hostess for a reason. Notorious for her ability to smooth over even the most heated contract negotiations with her wit and grace, her clients included some of the largest corporate big wigs in the city. Drinking with her would do to your budget what trying to put out a fire with gasoline would, but if you could bankroll her tastes, her companionship paid literal dividends.
The only question was, which party suggested the hostess club for negotiations?
You studied the faces of each guest in turn. Kiba, being the regular, seemed like the likely candidate, but Hora’s comment about the drinks implied he was footing the bill. Nyanko’s “here, kitty, kitty” act left Yamamoto too spellbound. While he would probably be back again, this was clearly his first run in with her cattitude. When your eyes rolled to the last person at the table, you caught a calculating grin on a botoxed smile.
Like a boss, Sawa-sensei. Like a boss.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Nyanko gasped. “Honey-chan, show Sawa-sensei your new purse, paw-eeze?”
Sawa-sensei’s gaze drifted to the crook of your elbow where the bag hung like the white elephant in the room. You hoisted it up, setting it on the table for her inspection. Tiny palladium feet clinked on the glass top.
“Well now,” she turned it this way and that. “I think I still like the Retoupe better than the Sellier, but the size looks perfect and that color is so...”
“It goes with everything, right?” Nyanko agreed.
Sawa-sensei nodded. “Everybody gushes over the bubblegum pink but I think the Etain/Etoupe color lines are the perfect neutral.” She passed the bag back to you. “Very classic. Do you shop at Hermés often?”
“Oh! No, no!” you explained, with a cheery laugh. “A client bought it for me a few days ago.”
Sawa raised a painted brow. “She must be well connected.”
“He,” Nyanko corrected. “His son comes in to learn how to talk to women. Of all of us, Honey-chan was the first to really bring him out of his shell.”
You cringed, glancing at Kiba. Hopefully that little comment didn’t make it back to Oshida. Logically, the man had to know you had other clients, but when it came to you, he could be more territorial than a bull elephant seal. Still, it made for good tips and a girl had to eat.
Thumbing her chin, she studied your purse like a general analyzing enemy troop movements. “Your sponsor seems to understand women well and have exquisite taste.” She winked at you. “Lucky girl.”
“Huh.” Hora inspected the bag. “That looks like a nice laptop bag. Maybe I should get one for my wife.”
“I’m sure she’d like it,” Sawa replied coolly, sipping her martini. “That’s the 35 cm. They start at about 2 million yen.”
His face paled.
“Of course, that doesn’t include the money you have to spend to even be offered the chance to buy,” she continued. “Hermés boutiques only get a limited delivery twice a year and only their top clients are considered. I think I owned fifteen of their scarves, two pairs of shoes, and the entire collection of their perfumes before I got the option. Even then, it was mostly because my mother buys their saddles for her Gypsy Vanners.”
WHAT THE HECK HIGH SPEC FAMILY DID THIS WOMAN COME FROM?!
“Their scarves are so lovely,” Pochi cooed. “Kiba got me the Grise Nacré colorway of Chorus Stellarum last week. It’s a must have for any pastel goth.”
“How much did that set you back?” Hora asked.
Kiba coughed into his glass. “56,000.”
“He’s a doll, right?” Pochi gushed, patting him on the cheek.
Considering Pochi had to talk him out of buying his wife an unsolicited vacuum cleaner for her birthday, you really wondered about that.
“Maybe a scarf then,” Hora agreed, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh,” Pochi turned to Kiba. “What about little scarves or bandanas as favors for the kids? They wouldn’t be too expensive to print if you outsource and they’d look like little capes! Super on brand, right?”
“Pochi-chan! You’re a genius!”
Her tail wagged so hard the seat swayed. “Oh, Kiba-san. Stop it! ”
Sawa-sensei smirked at the exchange and elbowed Hora. He nodded at her before turning to you. “Could you get us some champagne, Honey-chan?”
With a sparkling grin and an under the table fist pump, you replied: “Of course!”
“Pochi-sama!” Nyanko whined, her flushed face buried in the other Hostess’s arm. “I bow before you and beg for your continued protection.”
You clapped your hands together like a woman in prayer. “High holy Pochi-sama, Goddess of the Golden Tip. We offer you our eternal devotion.”
Pochi twirled her hair and loosed a cartoon villainess’s laugh. “Fear not, my darlings. True believers shall always receive my blessing.”
“We are unworthy,” the two of you repeated in synchrony.
“Thank you, thank yo—oooop!
Nyanko’s drunken cackles rang into the night as Pochi tripped into the back alley. “So graceful!”
“Elegance in her every step,” you agreed.
“Silence, mortals,” Pochi commanded, steadying herself on the dumpster. She thumbed her chest. “I have the skills that pay the -hic- bills.”
You giggled.
“Hey, Honey-chan?”
“Hmmm?”
Nyanko pointed to your empty arms. “Forgetting something?”
You slapped your forehead. “Oh. Duh. It’s still on the table.” Black heels wedged themselves into the self-locking fire door before it snapped shut. “Last train leaves soon. You guys go ahead without me.”
“You sure?”
Pochi swallowed, clapping a hand over her mouth.
“I’m fine!” you insisted, shooing them off. “Get her holiness back to the temple before she has to worship the porcelain god.”
“Whoops! No worries, Pochi-sama! I got your back!” Nyanko replied, wiping out a scrunchie. She scooped up Pochi’s dangling ears and tied them in a bow. Then, your friend turned back to you. “Careful going home with all that cash, kay, bunny girl?”
You nodded. “Thanks, Nyanko. You’re a queen.”
She purred before wrapping Pochi’s arm over one shoulder. Swaying together, they stumbled out onto the main drag before making a right towards the station.
Finding the bag took no time at all. You checked your wallet, only to see a fat stack of untouched 5000 yen notes. Basking in the glory of financial security, you whistled the item get theme from Legend of Zelda before strutting back to the door. The 1812 Overture blared from Mama-san’s office, drowning out the world. You bowed to her. Waving like an empress greeting the great unwashed, she returned to tallying the daily total.
Snickering, you ducked out the exit.
When the fire door clanged shut, your hackles stood on end. The smell of sweat and woody citrus wafted on the breeze. A tall silhouette blocked the entrance to the alley. Panting like a dog, Oshida, clad in his spandex leotard, leaned against the brickwork. Dark shadows from his furrowed brow turned his brown eyes a bottomless jet black.
“O-Oshida-san?” you stammered, taking one step back. “What are you doing here?!”
“Nice bag.” He stalked down the alleyway, his hard stare never leaving the offending object. “Some other guy bought that for you, huh?”
You swallowed, unsure what to say to the hard bite in his tone.
He drew up in front of you, rolling his broad shoulders back to accentuate his full height. Wordlessly, he snatched up your wrist and inspected the leather craftsmanship. “Grey?” he scoffed. “How generic. That moron doesn’t know you at all does he?”
Out of seemingly nowhere, he produced a small, black leather box with a push button latch. Lowering himself to one knee, he snapped open the lid. A gaudy round-cut diamond, solitaire set in a rose gold band with pink sapphire trimmings, stared up at you like the eye of some great beast. Even in the dim, orange glow of hazy streetlamps, all three carats sparkled with near flawless clarity.
“Baby pink suits my baby girl much better then some ugly grey purse,” he cooed, slipping the ring onto your left hand.
Frozen in shock, you gapped at the garish, glittering stones.
Oh…
Oh no.
Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no!
“So… will you tell me your name now?”
Rigid tension shook your entire body. Sharp nails curled into tightly balled fists. “Oshida-san…”
He cupped your hand, stroking his thumb up and down yours. “Call me Hideki,” he purred.
Your head snapped up, wide eyes bulging. “Oshida-san, this is very sudden.”
He laughed. “Well, when Kiba told me everything that happened, I figured there was no time like the present.”
Heavy stones left the loose band sagging on your finger. Your heart sank along with it. Alarm bells blared as every part of your brain scrambled for an excuse that wouldn’t cost you a meal ticket. They clawed their way through pliant pacifications, tossing out line after line.
“But marrying a hostess would be terrible for your reputation. What would the press say?”
“Kiba will handle it.” A paparazzi worthy smile twinkled at you. “He’s great at his job.”
Screaming internally, you toed the ground and looked away. “Your parents would never approve. I don’t want to be the person who comes between a man and his family.”
He squeezed your hand. “Once they see how sweet you are, they’ll fall as deeply in love with you as I have.”
“I-I’m no good at anything housey though! I burn everything I cook, I always mix up the white and the colors, and I’m awful at cleaning!” You sniffled, pretending to cry into your hands. “You’d be so ashamed of a wife like me.”
“So I’ll hire a maid and a chef.” He chuckled, patting your hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Princess. There are all kinds of wifely duties you can do for me.”
Oh my gosh. You were going to barf.
“Can you just not, you chauvinistic troglodyte?”
“What?”
Um... Girl. You just said the quiet part out loud.
You blinked. “What?”
Oshida blankly stared at you. “What did you just call me?”
Welp… guess the bunny was out of the burrow now. Better just roll with it.
Yanking off the ring, you ripped open his hand and dropped it into his palm. “I have precious little interest in marrying a callow narcissist who thinks I can be bought by the highest bidder, so you should march yourself on over to the first fangirl with a nice rack and toss your baggage her way.”
He stared at you. “Huh?”
“Are you for real?!” You threw your hands into the air. “No, you boorish sac of sexual harassment!” A manicured finger stabbed at the end of the alleyway. “I’m not the brainless bunny bimbo you think I am, so take a hint and take a hike!”
Slowly, the well rusted gears in Oshida-san’s head began to grind through your words. Head low, he rose to his feet and hovered in silence like a spandex coated scarecrow. As the blood in your ears slipped from a violent roar to a muted rumble, the man before you lifted his chin. Dark, bottomless eyes and a hard snarl were your only warning. Thick fingers clamped down on your wrist with bruising force.
“I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU JUST CALLED ME YOU LITTLE SLUT!” he roared.
A sallow hand shot out, grabbing Oshida's head with four fingers.
“Come on now, it’s not her fault that you can’t take a hint,” a grating voice rasped in your ear.
“W-wait!” Oshida’s face turned snow white. “Aren’t you—?”
Croaking laughter filled the alley. “I mean seriously, she had to spam the Clue-by-Four just to get it through your thick skull.” Tomura’s eerie smile seemed to glow in the dark. “Tell me hero, how do you live with yourself when you’re that stupid?”
Your heart stopped as his pointer pressed against Oshida’s cheek. Crumbling grey ash scattered in the breeze.
Tomura sneered. “Guess you don’t have to now.”
Shaking hands clutched your face. “T-Tomura, what have you done?” you whispered.
“Rekt the n00b?”
“You just killed a hero, Tomura!” you yelled. “What the heck were you thinking?!”
Cocking his head, he stared at you. “Why are you upset? Do I need to save scum or something?”
“You can’t save scum IRL!”
Tomura scratched his neck. “Reality is lame.”
You crumpled to the ground. Terrified words tumbled from your lips. “Now I’m out a client and an accessory to murder!”
“So… I picked the wrong option?”
You glared up at him with bloodshot, watery eyes. “I’m a pro-hostess! Handling angry drunks and sexual harassment is my rice and miso!” you snarled.
Tomura puzzled over your words, weighing your complaints carefully. After a few, slow blinks he smacked his fist into his palm. “Oh. You think I was trying to be heroic like that bad choice in your game, don’t you?”
“Yeah, good on you for remembering now.” You moaned, burying your face in your hands. “Screwed! I'm so screwed!”
A firm, four fingered grip dragged you to your feet. You fell flat against a lean chest.
“Come on then, let’s go,” he stated, tugging you toward the end of the alley.
“Oh no. No. Absolutely not! I’m not a princess and I don’t need to be saved!” you insisted, pulling hard against his hold. “My fluffy butt is gonna stay right here, remain silent, and Google a good defense attorney.”
A cold chuckle set your hair on end. You looked up, only to see red eyes bulging out of his skull. Primordial terror sent your heart flailing against your ribs.
“You don’t understand, do you?”
A hard arm caught you in the stomach. You gasped. The world spun. Peeling lips curled in delight as Tomura swept you over his boney shoulder.
“I’m no hero,” he rasped. “I’m the villain and I just didn’t want some moron touching what’s mine.”
You thrashed against him, hammering his black hoodie with your fists. “TOMURA! PUT ME DOWN!”
Cold fingers dug into your bare, inner thigh. “I don’t have an amputee fetish but I wouldn’t find you less attractive without your legs.”
You froze solid.
“Smart move.” The hold on your thigh receded. He reached into his hoodie pocket and extracted his phone. “By the way, settle a bet.” Painfully bright blue light spilled into the dark alley as he swiped through the contact list. “I know you were lying about the lemon sours and champagne. Tell me your real favorite.”
Your eyes darted this way and that looking for a weapon. There was nothing within reach. Looks like you’d only survive by your wits alone which, given being witty put you in this position, didn’t seem all that promising.
“S-sake bomb,” you stammered out.
“What are you, a salaryman or something?” he teased.
Your face burned hot. “Shut up, Orange Cassis!”
He lifted the microphone to smirking lips. “Hey, Kurogiri. I’m bringing my girlfriend back. Do we have the stuff for sake bombs?”
Girlfriend?!
When a low voice burbled through the line, you snapped back to reality.
“Oh. Yeah. Hold on.” Tomura’s gaze swept the alley until he spotted the bag, lying forgotten on the pavement. “My hands are full. Grab it for me when you open the portal. It’s by my left shoe.”
“Portal? What are you—?”
Before you could finish, purple smoke engulfed the alley, swallowing your startled scream.
When the thick smoke cleared, you found yourself in a dank, beige room. The only light came from the hazy glow of dual OLED monitors atop a minimalist brown desk. Above this, tacked to the wall with enough dossiers to please even the most obsessive conspiracy theorist, was a well worn world map pockmarked with pin holes. Overcrowded shelves, packed with precariously leaning books and muscle-bound action figures hung above a squat, overflowing garbage can. To your right, a thin, stained carpet and well scratched chabudai sat on the floor. Ripe with the smell of stale cup ramen and sweaty bed sheets, the room howled “man child”.
Tomura kicked off his red sneakers, letting them thunk against one of the many overstuffed trash bags. It flopped to its side, knocking over empty two liters like a line of bowling pins. He shuffled past the clutter and set you on a rumpled pile of bedsheets. The mattress groaned. He crossed his arms.
“Don’t whine about the mess. That hero idiot forced me to speed run. I didn’t exactly have time to clean up.”
You stared at him. “Speed run?”
Ratty nails raked his neck. “I was going to follow you for a while. You know. Get a feel for what you liked before I brought you home.” He pointed to a shopping bag laying near the bed. “That was all I managed.”
“It’s… for me?”
The scratching intensified. “No, I just like cross dressing,” he snapped, jabbing his hand at the package again. “Yes, they’re for you. I had to talk Sensei out of some expensive silk crap, so be grateful.”
Holding your breath, you tore the plastic open and upended the contents into your lap. Crafted from super soft, fluffy polyester, a fuzzy pajama set spilled into your lap. The V neck crop tank and high waisted shorts looked like something an e-girl would use to cosplay a kawaii teddy bear. A matching thigh-length robe, complete with oversized hood and baggy sleeves, took the look from “my furry fantasy” to “comfy cozy”.
…this actually looked like something you would wear.
You held the tank against your chest. The fit was alarmingly correct. When you glanced up, Tomura’s excited smile wrinkled his nose.
“You casual-up cute.”
Steam poured from your ears
He leaned forward, reaching for the zipper of your dress. You scooted back, colliding with the wall. With an eye roll, Tomura kneeled on the bed, crawling toward you. One hand caught your shoulder. The other grabbed for the tab.
“So you can touch me but not the other way around? Did you honestly expect me to be okay with that?”
“That’s normal for a hostess and client!” you protested.
He sneered, his husky voice rasping in your ear. “You went pretty far out of your way to lose me as a client, remember ?”
Tooth by tooth, the zipper crawled down to your hemline. Tomura peeled open the slinky outfit. Red eyes roamed over your flesh toned satin bra and simple, smooth seamed panties. He sniggered, his fingers trailing down your waist.
“Wow… talk about low effort.”
You glared at him.
“Oh come on. I’m not mad or anything. Pretty obvious you never meant for any of those guys to see these. Makes me feel pretty special.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistline of your panties and began to shuffle them down. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be needing them anyways.”
A shaking hand caught his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?!"
He glared at you. “I want to see,” he demanded, yanking harder.
"Then look at hentai or something!”
“You got to see mine,” he deadpanned.
“You got a blow job out of it!”
Tomura clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “...and you left me with blue balls.”
“You got more than I did!”
He broke into an eerie grin. “Oh? Did you want more?”
You froze.
Five fingers clamped down on the stretchy fabric. Powder ash tickled across your thighs.
Shadows filled his wrinkled smile. “I can do that," he declared, pointing to his nose.
"Hey! Hold on!" You shoved his shoulder. It was like pushing on a brick wall.
Tomura leaned in, reaching for your bra. Your leg jerked. He bucked up and caught your knee just below his crotch. He growled, squeezing hard in the divots on both sides of the joint.
"Did you forget what happens if you jump around too much?"
Panicked eyes flashed to long, calloused fingers before jumping to his face. The predatory, blood red stare pinned you like a bear trap. Burning breath caught in your chest. Numb lips opened, closed and opened again. With no air to carry the words, you squeezed your eyes shut. Tears welled in your lashes.
“Hey… come on now.” His thumb hooked under your chin, lifting your head. “I wouldn’t make you my girlfriend if I wanted to kill you.” He patted your cheek. “You can move all you want in a minute. Just let me check something first.”
“Check what?” you whispered.
He snorted. “You’re the one that told me to Google it.”
Grabbing your other knee, Tomura pried your legs centimeter by centimeter. Scratchy hands scraped down your bare, inner thighs. Goosebumps prickled across your arms. By the time he’d butterflied you open to his hungry gaze, you felt the tickle and torn nails on sensitive skin. With a crooked finger on either side, he parted your lower lips, staring deep inside. He paused, shifting his body until the pale light of the dual monitors drove away the shadows. You stiffened when one pointer tapped the tacky tissue.
“Should have known,” he muttered, sitting back on his haunches. “The color isn’t right and you’re not wet.”
Your face caught fire. “You actually Googled the receptive period signs?! Seriously?!”
Shigaraki ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Guess it was too much to ask for a high spec target like you to give me beginner mode, huh?”
High spec, huh? Okay.... Bonus points for that, crusty boy.
“Beginner… mode?” You puzzled over the word for a moment before a startling conclusion slammed into your brain. Sweat beaded down your neck. Your words stumbled out. “Wait… I knew you were bad with girls but… are you… are you really a…?”
Tomura scowled at you, scratching his neck. “So what? You gonna look down on me or something?”
Oh… so… you let touch starved, crazy, virgin stick his dick in you? Your mind whirled, quickly calculating what fresh hell you had brought upon yourself.
public static void calculateChanceOfEscape(int levelOfCrazy, boolean isFirstLove, int qualityOfPreviousBlowjob){int abilityToEscape =0;
if (isFirstLove==true){
int touchStarvedFactor = qualityOfPreviousBlowjob*2; abilityToEscape= levelOfCrazy*touchStarvedFactor; }
Else{
abilityToEscape = levelOfCrazy*10;
}
int chanceOfEscape = 100 - abilityToEscape;
System.out.println("Your chance of escape is "+chanceOfEscape+ "%");
}
public static void main(String[] args) { calculateChanceOfEscape(10, true, 10); }
CalculateChanceOfEscape(levelOfCrazy 10, isFirstLove: true, qualityOfPreviousBlowjob 10);
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…
…
Output - Chance Of Escape = -100%
Sweat beaded down your brow. Slowly, softly, you started to speak. “Hey… Tomura. I swear, I didn’t mean to—”
A hard hand slammed into the wall beside you. Crumbling paint dusted your shoulder. Bulging, bloodshot eyes stared into your soul. “Didn’t mean to what ?!”
Craaaaaaaappppppppppppp!
As you whimpered, his dead stare softened to a confused head tilt. “Oh. Wait. Of course you didn’t. It’s not like you can control what time of the month it is.” He broke into an eerie grin. “Ah… so that’s why you put me through that tutorial, right?”
…tutorial? What was he—?
“If I just do the things you had the player do in game, you should be able to warm up without any problems.” He cackled, ruffling your hair. “Geeze. Next time, just say something if you need me to grind first.”
In one sweep, Tomura slammed you down onto the mattress. Old springs squealed in protest as grey swirls over took your vision. Fighting through the ringing in your ears, you squinted up at him.
“Ooops. I’m used to going PvP with Tanks, but your build is more of a Glass Cannon, huh?” [8]
You groped for a hold on old, pilling sheets. Tomura shuffled between your legs. Five fingers plucked your bra strap. Warm breath fanned across your ribs. Dust tumbled from your body.
“You’re lucky I read a lot of walk-throughs.”
Pinky up, Tomura grabbed your breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft tissue with excessive force. When you whined, he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Still too hard, huh?” he muttered, shifting himself against your bare core. “Right. I’ll lower the input then.”
Loosing his boney grip, he rolled his hands over your breast before raising them a few milliliters. Back and forth, his palm tickled across your skin. As your nipples began to harden, well chewed thumbs circled their tips. Pinching the nub between thumb and forefinger, he teased both sides of you into puckered peaks.
Electric pleasure clamped tight into already tense muscles. Your back arched. An airy gasp escaped.
“Oh? Like that, huh?”
Waves of pale blue tickled your skin. Sour breath wrinkled your nose. You tried to scoot out of his grasp. It was no use. One hand pulled away from your chest before clamping on your thigh.
“Kinda hot when you squirm for me,” he groaned. “Just no sudden movements, all right?”
Before you could reply, Tomura’s mouth engulfed the tip of your breast. Slow suction teased raw skin between his teeth. As sharp teeth trapped the taunt nipple, nimble fingers continued their relentless assault on the other side.
“Tomura—!” you yelped. “Time out! Time out!”
The man above you shivered. “You really expect me to stop when you say my name like that?”
“Seriously Tomu-AH!”
Frantic protests melted into an embarrassing moan when a moist tongue flicked over hot flesh. Your hands balled into the sheets. His head bobbed with each erotic suckle, leaving you writhing into musky bedding. His flat pillow felt crusty under your cheek. Like he was trying to eat you alive, Tomura nipped a bruising trail down your body.
“Tomura. Please,” you begged. “Please listen to me.”
He paused, resting his cheek against your inner thigh. Scratchy hairs from his five o’clock shadow scraped delicate skin. You shuddered. Whiney words slipped from dry lips as you stared up at him through tear -eyes.
“Not like this. This is too fast.”
Tomura scowled. “You need me to slow it down more?” He grumbled to himself, hitching your hips higher. “Fine. I guess you did it for me after all.”
His slick tongue dove between your lower lips. A needy gasp torn from your throat. Your hips bucked. Pinkies still raised, Tomura clamped down on your body, leaving deep dents in your thighs. His wide, flat tongue stroked from bottom to top in languid laps. When he reached the tender nub at the top, you jolted again. He paused and swirled over the area a second time. One whimper from you and a naughty grin slipped onto his face.
“Well, that wasn’t that hard to find.”
Electric pleasure shot up your nerves as cracking lips encircled your swollen clit. Every wet suck dragged the air from your lungs. Trembling legs clenched around his shoulders, burning him in a vice grip of quivering thighs. A moment's reprieve gave you just enough time to watch him flatten his tongue before redoubling his efforts. Time blurred. Errant thoughts caught in a cloud of lewd indulgence. By the time he pulled away, your drool stained his pillow.
Slowly staggering from the fog, your hazy focus drifted down to the man between your legs. Stray curses accompanied violent efforts to shed skin tight jeans. A vicious tug tore the tab off his zipper. With a feral snarl he slapped a hand to his newfound enemy, decaying the denim into a pile of ash. Ratty cotton briefs landed in a pile on the floor.
Tomura’s swollen cock bobbed against your mound, leaving a pool of sticky precum on your skin. He pumped himself twice, licking his dry lips. As the slick tip prodded your twitching entrance, a wave of panic slammed you back to reality.
“NO!”
Tomura caught your wrists. You clawed the air mere centimeters from his face.
“Condom!” you demanded breathlessly. “You have to use a condom!”
“Huh?” He wrinkled his nose. “Why?”
“Rabbits are induced ovulators, remember?” you stressed, pulling against him. “It’s the act that causes the egg to drop, not the time of the month!”
Tomura froze. Red eyes stared through you. “You… don’t… have safe days?”
“Yes! Exactly!” You sighed with relief, flopping back into the mattress. “Geeze. Don’t scare me like that. I thought I’d never get through to you.”
Wait. Why did your hands feel numb?
All at once, a bone chilling cold blanketed your body. You turned your head. Tomura’s fingers dug hard into your wrists. You tried to wiggle your fingers. The bones creaked against his ruthless grip. As you strained against him, his body started to tremble.
“Hey… Tomura? A-are you okay?” you whispered.
Glowing red eyes locked onto yours. Horrified, you watched as a hideous grin split his face from ear to ear. With a savage yank, he dragged your mouth to his. The ravenous kiss split your lip. You yelped. He lapped at the blood with a low moan. More biting than caressing, his embrace left your skin burning. Panting, he finally pulled away. Hot, sour breath fanned your cheek.
In an instant, the world turned upside down. Forced face first into crusty cotton, his filthy sheets stifled your startled squeak. You climbed to your elbows, only to be yanked backwards into his boney lap. Tomura hurriedly shoved his shabby pillow underneath your body. As soon as you were properly propped, he grabbed your hips with bruising force. He leaned over your body, pinning you with his weight.
“So,” he rasped in your ear. “If I knock you up, you’d have to stay with me right?”
Your heart screeched to a halt.
“Wait. No.” Dark chuckles poured from his chest. “You’d want to stay with me, so I can take care of you.” He buried his head against your spine, grinning madly into your back. “I don’t dislike that idea.”
“Wait a second! That’s not what I—”
His moist cock prodded your entrance. “Doesn’t matter what you meant. You put the idea in my head.” Sinister giggling shook both of you. “You better take responsibi~lity. ❤”
With a hiss, Tomura sunk himself inside you. Traitorous folds, soft and pliable from his earlier attentions, parted easily with each stilted thrust. Terrified to struggle one finger too far, you went limp in his hold. It did you little good. Clamped down tight on the wings of your hips, Tomura dragged your listless body further and further along his shaft. Slimy drool spilled from cracking lips, weaving a cold, tickling trail down the side of your ribs.
“You feel so good,” he moaned.
Cheek pressed into the mattress, every pop of your spine left you gritting your teeth. His blankets balled in your fists. Tender nipples grazed the bedding, back and forth until the unmistakable tingle of pleasure rippled across your skin. The coarse cotton cover of his musty pillow clipped your clit. Raw friction burned your nerves.
When Tomura rutted against your deepest wall, you barely muffled your breathy shriek.
He reached down, turning your jaw. “Oh come on. Don’t be like that.” With a husky purr, he untagged the stray strands caught in the corner of your mouth. “I wanna hear them. The little noises you make just for me.”
You whimpered, twisting into the mattress.
With a snarl, he wrapped his arms around your chest and dragged you up onto your elbows.
“I said, I want to hear you,” he growled, grinding into your body.
You gasped.
“See? Not so hard, was it?”
Tomura slowed himself, taking long drags instead of bouncing beats. He pulled out to the tip. A crooked finger stretched your entrance open. His spongey head circled for a second, painting your skin with the mix of your fluids. The cold air battered your exposed core, sending shivers up your spine. He paused, trailing the digit down your cunt like an artist, admiring his work. Then, he plunged back in, stretching you over his length.
Slow thrusts pushed you back into the scraggly pillow. Tears rolled down your cheeks. With each deep dive, your aching clit grated against scratchy fabric. Crawling need clawed its way up your body, merging with the tingling at your breasts. Tense teeth parted as a strained whine slipped from your lips.
“Oh?”
He shifted forward, pressing you harder against the bedding. The next plunge strained against your walls, leaving you trapped between twin pleasures. Shaking knees buckled into the foam. Back arching, your cunt clenched tight around him.
Tomura sneered, bringing his full weight to bare on your back. “That’s it. Don’t think. Just focus on how good it feels to be full of my cock.”
Tangled in his vice grip, there was nothing you could do but accept his pace. Languid teasing turned into firm friction. Tomura groped for your breast. Boney fingers rubbed hard circles into your sensitive nub. Wet, erotic clicks from between your legs laid the backbeat of a blissful melody. The world slipped away until only desperate need filled your every thought.
“T-Tomura.” You squirmed under him, toes curled in the air. “Ah— So close... I…”
“Do it. Come on my cock.” He panted in your ear. Teeth gnashing, he clutched you tight. “Wanna feel you milking me. Hah… Taking my cum so deep.”
Ice flooded your veins. “Stop!” you begged, shoving against him with all your strength. “Please, stop!”
He grunted, his movements speeding inside you. “Couldn’t—ha! Even if I w-wanted to.”
“No! ” you shrieked, clawing at the blankets. “Pull out! Take it out, Tomura!”
Locking himself cheek to cheek, he canted his pelvis to a steeper angle. Shallow, sharp pulses reverberated through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure twitching through your flesh. His swollen head bore down on your front wall, dragging your puffy clit against his pillow. Swirling vision speckled as tipped over the edge.
“Ah… Gonna breed you.” He pounded into your hips. “Fill your cunt with my cum.”
With one last groan, Tomura’s cock pulsed, painting your insides with his release.
Quivering in his arms, salty tears dribbled down your jaw. You buried your face in the blankets. Wretched sobbing shook your frame.
“Hey now,” he purred, petting your rumpled hair. “It’s okay.” He rolled onto his side, yanking you into his chest. He squeezed you once before letting his hand wander to your belly. “I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it.”
You sniffled and loosed a bitter whine.
“It’ll be fine.” He shushed you like a child, tracing delicate circles across your belly. “We'll raise the kid, and then we can raze this whole society, together. After all, I want to give my girlfriend what she really wants.”
You stiffened in his grasp.
He pressed a scratchy kiss to your raw cheek before muttering: “Way more you than some tacky pink rock.”
🐇 ~Fin~ 🐇
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A fiúk egy kicsit jobbak matekból, mint a lányok, de sokkal jobbnak gondolják magukat
A fiúk és a lányok matek önértékelése közötti különbség hozzájárul a munkaerőpiaci különbségekhez, és ahhoz, hogy tehetséges lányok kisebb valószínűséggel mennek tudományos pályára vagy vállalnak később vezető pozíciót, mint a tehetséges fiúk. Brit ikerpárok adatain végzett elemzésünk azt mutatja, hogy a tényleges matematika teljesítmény a fiúk és a lányok matek önértékelésében lévő különbség kis részét tudja csak megmagyarázni. Fontos szerepe van a szülők sztereotipikus értékelésének és a testvérek matek önértékelésének is. A fiúk matek önértékelése magasabb, ha a fiú ikertestvérük matek önértékelése is magasabb, a lányoké viszont nem. A gyerekek önértékelését a testvér tényleges matek tudása nem befolyásolja.
A legtöbb országban a fiúk egy kicsit jobbak matekból, mint a lányok. Ha azonban a fiúk és lányok önértékelését vizsgáljuk, azaz azt, hogy mennyire gondolják magukat jónak matekból, a különbség a tesztpontszámbeli különbség többszöröse. Ezt mutatja az 1. ábra, amely a Trends in International Mathematics and Science Study (TIMMS) adatai alapján készült. Az ábra negyedikes diákok matematikai teszteredményében és önértékelésében lévő nemek közötti különbséget veti össze OECD országokban. A fiúk átlagosan 0,1 szórásegységgel jobbak matekból, mint a lányok, azonban 0,3 szórásegységgel gondolják magukat jobbnak. Magyarországon is hasonló a helyzet, bár az önértékelésbeli különbség kicsit kisebb, de még így is jelentős. Miért baj ez? Azért, mert annak ellenére tartja távol bizonyos területektől a nőket, hogy a teljesítményük alapján nem kellene ezektől távol maradniuk (például a természettudományoktól vagy a vezető pozícióktól). Ha tehetséges nők azért kerülik ezeket a területeket, mert tévesen alábecsülik a képességeiket a férfiakhoz képest, az akár generációkon átívelő felesleges társadalmi és gazdasági veszteségeket okoz.
1. ábra: Két ország kivételével mindenhol nagyobb a különbség a fiúk és a lányok matek önértékelésben, mint a tesztpontszámaikban
Forrás: TIMMS 2019-es adatfelvétel, 4. osztályos adatok. Minden pont egy országot jelöl. A vízszintes tengely a nemek közötti matek tesztpontszámbeli, a függőleges tengely a matek önértékelésbeli különbséget mutatja. Az átlóban levő zöld vonal azt mutatja, ahol a két különbség megegyezne. A matek önértékelés és tesztpontszám adatok sztenderdizáltak (az átlaguk nulla és a szórásuk egy). A nemek közötti különbség a fiúk és a lányok mutatóinak különbsége, azaz a pozitív különbség azt mutatja, hogy a fiúk mutatója nagyobb, mint a lányoké.
Kutatásunkban ikrek adatain keresztül próbáljuk jobban megérteni, mi táplálja azt az elképzelést, hogy „a fiúk sokkal jobbak matekból, mint a lányok”, annak ellenére, hogy valójában csak egy kicsivel jobbak. Ehhez a Twins Early Development Study (TEDS) longitudinális kutatás adatait használjuk, amiben születésüktől kezdve tudunk azonos és ellenkező nemű ikerpárokat követni. Olyan fiúkat és lányokat hasonlítunk össze, akiknek ugyanazok a szüleik, és hasonlóak a matek osztályzataik, tesztpontszámaik, és a különböző intelligenciatesztekkel mért kognitív készségeik. A matek önértékelésben lévő nemek közötti különbség ezeknél az ikerpároknál is fennáll, sőt, még nagyobb is, mint a teljes mintában. Ennek a különbségnek maximum a negyede tudható be a tényleges matematika eredményeik különbségének. A szülők megítélése a fiaik és lányaik matek készségeiről ugyanennyire torzított. Ez a torzítás még a gyerekeket tanító matematika tanárok értékelésében is fennáll, bár ott valamivel alacsonyabb.
Az ikrek adatai segítenek jobban megérteni, hogy hogyan termelődnek újra a fiúk és lányok eltérő matematika készségeivel kapcsolatos előítéletek a családokon belül. A szülő megítélése a gyerekekről nagyon fontos, ez adja a matek önértékelésben lévő nemek közötti különbség 23 százalékát (az objektív készségeken felül). Azt találjuk, hogy csak azokban a családokban számottevő a különbség a fiúk és a lányok matek önértékelésében, ahol a szülők értékelése a gyerekeiről sztereotipikus: felülértékelik a fiaik és alulértékelik a lányaik matematika készségeit az objektív osztályzataikhoz képest.
Nem csak a szülők számítanak, hanem a testvérek is. Ahol fiú és lány gyerek is van a családban, könnyebben osztják a „matekból jó” címkét a fiúra és az „olvasásból jó” címkét a lányra, ami aztán attól függetlenül a gyerekeken ragad, hogy ténylegesen ki mennyire jó matekból. Érdekes módon azoknak a gyereknek, akiknek fiú ikertestvére van, nemtől függetlenül rosszabb a matek önértékelése, mint azoknak, akiknek lány ikertestvére van, akkor is, ha az objektív matek készségeik hasonlóak. Ha azonban azt is figyelembe vesszük, hogy a fiú ikertestvér matek önértékelése milyen, eltérő kapcsolatot találunk a fiúk és a lányok között. A fiúk jobbnak gondolják magukat matekból, ha a fiú ikertestvérük jónak gondolja magát matekból, a lányok azonban nem. A gyerekek matek önértékelése a fiútestvérük tényleges matek tudásától nem függ, csak az önértékelésétől. Az eredményeink arra utalnak, hogy a fiúk önbizalma szempontjából kedvező lehet, ha magas önbizalmú fiúkkal vannak együtt, a lányok számára viszont nem. Ez a jelenség lehet az oka annak, hogy miért olyan nagy még mindig a nők hátránya a tudományos pályákon és az üzleti világban, ami jellemzően tele van magas önbizalmú férfiakkal. Az ilyen környezet tovább növelheti a férfiak önbizalmát, ezért ez számukra vonzóbb közeg lehet, mint a nők számára. A Defacto szerint ezért fontos, hogy a lányok matematikával kapcsolatos önbizalmát mind a családon belül, mind az iskolában tudatosan növeljük.
A bejegyzés alapjául szolgáló tanulmány: Anna Adamecz, John Jerrim, Jean-Baptiste Pingault and Nikki Shure: Peers, parents, and self-perceptions: The gender gap in mathematics self-assessment. MKE WP 38841.
Adamecz Anna, a UCL Social Research Institute adjunktusa és a HUN-REN KRTK KTI tudományos főmunkatársa
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Let me be delulu for a bit 😔
So about the First & Soong situation: Even if Soong kidnapped First for real, there might still be some hope for our resident little perv.
Cause I think that First is actually a lot smarter than he lets on. I mean, the boy is a 3rd year medical student. Money got him into the uni, but it won't really help him with his studies. If he'd be dumb, he wouldn't make it in that field. Also, I'm now fairly sure that the weird shadow we saw in Nont's room in ep2 was actually First. Which means First knows that Nont isn't his twin brother. Which would then mean that he and Nont teamed up to investigate Nant's disappearance together. First cleverly made fun of the idea that Nant hasn't returned and that the person who is now living with them is a twin. Just like that he got the others to dismiss the idea altogether as being too unrealistic.
Now back to Soong. If that one is indeed a huge ahole, then First could trick him somehow. Maybe we'll get a sort of 'Vegas and Pete in the safehouse' situation. It won't be pretty, but First can hopefully still make it out alive 🥺
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Save the lonely girl (Reader x Tenth doctor)
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Summary: When a wish has been made, longing for an adventure, away from the stress of college, returns a long lost forgotten imaginary friend... who might not be so imaginary.
With your hands in your hair, sighed you loud. Stacks of books and papers scattered around your desk. It was a mess, a hard mess. Taking another deep breath, started you to lift up papers and books in search for your phone. You had lost it somewhere, lost and forgotten about it. You groaned a bit, not finding it immediately. – “Where are you.” – mumbled you out, keeping your voice down. You knew it was already late as it was dark outside. The darkness of the sky peeking through your curtains that were slightly open.
You just wanted to know what time it was. It felt like that time of the night where you were alone. The only girl in the world. Finally hidden between some pages from your textbook found you it. Turning it on, got you blinded by the bright light for a moment. Quickly dimming the light, let you adjust your eyes to it. Your eyes widened at the sight of the time. – “2:30!” – panicked you, slowly bringing your hand to your mouth in shock. You had no idea it was already that late. You should be sleeping, but instead were you still studying like a learn-aholic.
Dropping your phone, pushed you, yourself away from your desk. Your joints felt sore from sitting for hours. Getting up, stretched you out. Moving your head, releasing the tension in your neck. Like a complete wreck, dropped you down on your bed. – “So much to do…” – murmured you, barely moving your lips. If you could just close your eyes. You did for a second but opened them again. They were irritated and closing them, irritated them more. Only other option was to stay awake till you fell asleep of your own.
Lifting your head up from the bedsheets, observed you, your desk. That hot mess of disaster. Looking like someone dropped all their books and papers on your desk. Simply letting them fall out of their hands. Groaning with some inner protest, got you up. The softness of your sheets saying goodbye. Pulling your chair back, sat you down again. – “Come on, Y/n.” – said you to yourself, giving yourself a soft tap. – “It will be all worth it in the end.” – for a moment believed you it. Your own words like some mental coach was drilling them in your head.
Then came the tears. The desperate tears of exhaustion and fatigue. – “I can’t do this anymore.” – cried you out, dropping your head onto your textbooks. Crushed underneath the weight of success. Having to do great to achieve your goals. Get those high scores in college. All couldn’t be for nothing. You just had to push through. It was only a matter of when you would falter. Collapse under the stress and fatigue of being a college student. Inhaling sharply, shot you, your head up. With one clean swipe over your face, wiped you all your tears away.
Shoving your chair better underneath your desk, sat you up straight. – “Come on, just a few more chapters… Sleep is for the death…” – as a mantra said you it out loud. Encouraging your body and mind to work with you instead of against you. Picking up your pencil, drew you a paper closer to you. You were about to sigh again as you stopped yourself in time. No time to complain, just do it. Popping the pencil between your lips, pulled you more papers to you, trying to make out their order. You organized a few of them to give your head a better view. After a half an hour or so, were you staring dreamingly out of the window.
Your hand resting against your jaw. The pencil now in your hand. Your thoughts took a detour from studying. Dreaming away of wonderful places. Adventures you wanted to have instead. Go to see Paris or travel to the great wall in China. All things you never will see from outside your bedroom window. Getting up, you went towards your window. You pulled your window open, letting a gush of wind inside. It felt cold, but made you feel alive. Sticking your head out, took you a deep breath. Inhaling some fresh air. Your eyes drifted down to your yard. The not so grand yard behind your house. With a smile, remembered you the silly made up adventures you had.
A princess on a quest. A spy with a mission. A doctor. A doctor? Blinking rapidly, were you suddenly reminded of your imaginary friend. A weird chap, a doctor you recalled. Smiling thought you back of those happy memories. Even when they weren’t real, they felt like heaven right now. Bringing your fingers closer to your palms, blinked you the tears in your eyes away. – “I just want to have some fun like when I was younger. To share those adventures with my imaginary friend.” – whispered you out into the night. Almost a wish from the heart. Laughing at your own silliness, wiped you, your nose with the back of your hand. Shaking yourself back to reality, pulled you back inside, shutting the window.
After hydrating yourself and nibbling on a snack you had laying for hours. A snack forgotten to eat hours ago. Returned you to your studies. Those subjects weren’t going to crawl into your head all by themselves. They needed a slight push and effort from you. Not some fifteen minutes later, heard you some weird noises. A buzzing that faded in and out. Almost like an annoying alarm. Lifting your head, radiated a light through your window crashing into your bedroom. Startled, got you up, your chair falling over from the haste.
Rushing to your window, pulled you the curtains aside. With shock in your eyes, saw you something blue faintly appear and disappear in your backyard. Your immediate thought were aliens. Panicking backed you away from the window. – “Perhaps it will go away.” – whispered you. The sounds didn’t go away, almost wheezing loud now. It must wake your parents up as well, right? When you went to check in the hallway, heard you nothing. Absolute silence. – “I’m going mad?” – panicked you, gripping for your head, your fingers tangled in your hair. Trembling on your knees worried you for your defenseless parents still sleeping. You had to take matters in your own hand.
Flopping on some slippers rushed you out of your room. The wheezing sound had stop as you hoped it perhaps had left. The last thing you wanted was a mental breakdown. – “It’s nothing.” – recited you to yourself. Slowly grabbing a tennis racket from your uncle in the process. He had left it here for ‘fun’. To ease those dull summer nights with a game of sports. He had forgotten them since last summer, forgotten to ask them back. – “Just some stress from studying.” – with that thought eased your muscles a bit. – “There is absolutely nothing outside.” – Standing before the door. The only thing separating you from whatever was outside.
Taking a deep breath, opened you the door. Armed and ready, jumped you outside, hoping to see nothing. – “Oh God!” – shrieked you out, your eyes wide with terror. Lowering the tennis racket a bit in your hand, approached you the funny object in your backyard. From up close saw you ‘police box’ written on it. – “Is it a phone box?” – mumbled you out, touching the framework carefully. – “How on earth did it got here?” – wanted you to know, letting your hand rub against it. A dark shadow made you gasp, gripping tightly onto the tennis racket. – “Show yourself!” – called you out shakingly. How much you hoped this wasn’t a robbery.
A man in a trench coat came around the corner, scratching his head rapidly. He looked around as if he hadn’t heard you. Searching for something. You staggered back, creating some distance between you and him. The man stood with his back towards you, looking up to the police box. He threw his hands up in confusion. When he turned around, was he startled by your presence. – “Oh! Hello!” – called he out, ready to take a step closer to you. – “Don’t come any closer!” – yelled you at him, trembling on your knees. The tennis racket ready to smack him if he got any closer. – “I’m armed!” – stated you, wiggling the tennis racket at him.
“With… with a tennis racket?” – replied he with a frown. – “Are you planning on playing tennis?” – he putted on a smile, removing one hand from his pocket. – “I happen to have played in Wimbledon a few times… yeah great times…” – he drifted away, lost in a distant memory. – “That yours?” – asked you, pointing with the tennis racket at the police box. – “Oh that!” – exclaimed he, a tat enthusiastic. He stepped back, touching it with his hand. – “That’s mine… My tardis.” – said he with a content smile.
“Well I need you and your police box to go!” - demanded you. The man narrowed his eyes, leaning a bit forwards to you. – “What… what are you doing?” – asked you confused and taken back. He came stepping closer to you. You inhaled short, afraid of what he might do. He kept coming closer as everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. Whack your tennis racket at his head and call for the police. Well there was an obvious police box in your yard so how convenient. Yet despite all the warnings, did you nothing. He lowered his head a bit to get a closer look at you.
It made you feel like being under a microscope. – “Is that you Y/n?” – questioned he. You gasped in shock. – “How… how do you know my name!” – wanted you to know, bringing the tennis racket closer to your chest for protection. – “It was you who called me right?” – He furrowed his brows brief, followed by a loud laugh. You watched as he paraded around in some kind of silly victory dance. – “How… how long has it been?” – breathed he out, slowing down. – “What are you talking about… I don’t know you.” – he nodded a bit offended, rubbing his finger over lip. – “It’s me Y/n, the doctor.” – explained he.
“No…” – said you softly, shaking your head. – “No… don’t mess with me.” – said you, suddenly remembering it. Your imaginary friend was a doctor as well. Or at least that was what he used to call himself all the time. Now that you observed him closely, looked he quite like him. Exactly like him when you first met him. You were six and a half. Always persistent people mentioned the half. You were six and a half, not simply six. You always said it to sound older and mature. Something he used to find funny at the time. – “He… he was made up!” – called you out in a panic.
The doctor took a careful step towards you. – “I wasn’t…I never was Y/n.” – exhaling surprised, needed you a moment to process it all. – “So…” – started you, pointing at him. Turning away were you lost in your words. – “You… you are not…” – continued you, looking briefly at him. He slowly nodded, tucking his hands in his pocket. – “But…” – your brain felt like glitching from the new revelation. – “Why are you here?” – wanted you to know. – “You called for me.” – said he with a smile. – “What do you mean… I never…” – it suddenly hit you. You wished to have adventures again, just like those you had with your imaginary friend.
“What are you!”
“I’m a time lord.”
“English please!”
The doctor took a soft breath. – “I can take you wherever you like, wherever you like. Past, present, future, anywhere you like Y/n.” – He walked back to his Tardis, touching it. – “I can bring you anywhere around the world even further and be back in time for teatime.” – his gaze adverted to you. – “What do you say Y/n. Will you go on an adventure with me?” – You gaped at his hand that he held out to you. With trembling knees and a foggy mind, stepped you forwards. – “Back before tea-time.” – repeated you, coming to a stop before him. – “Back before morning.” – answered with a wink.
Trusting him, slipped you, your hand in his. He closed his fingers over your hand, opening the door to the Tardis. In wonder gaped you at the interior. – “Its…its…” – started you, stepping inside. – “Bigger on the inside.” – said you, the doctor mouthing your words as he had a clue of what you were going to say. – “Yes, bigger on the inside, yippie!” – joked he out, closing the door behind him. You followed him towards the middle where a circular panel was formed around a large tube that stretched up till the ceiling. He quirked his eyebrow up at the thing still in your hand.
“You planning on playing tennis somewhere?” – asked he. – “Oh, sorry.” – chuckled you out, placing the tennis racket aside. – “So where do we go?” – you came standing beside him, watching him. – “Anywhere you like.” – reminded he you. Lowering your head, you had no idea. – “How can one person choose? What if what I choose is not good enough? What if it ends up being a total bore and…” – you started stressing about it, making the doctor rush to your aid. – “Hey! Y/n, we have all the time in the world.
I’ll make sure it won’t be a bore.” – you exhaled deep, giving his arm a soft squeeze. – “Then you can choose for me, doctor.” – the doctor blinked confused. – “You can go anywhere you like, and you are making me choose?” – he rephrased your words to be sure he heard it right. You hummed loud with a nod. – “I trust you. I’ve trusted you when I was little, and I do now.” – you got on the tips of your toes to reach his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss on it. – “I want to not choose for once…got my head full already with choices.” – the doctor slowly smiled. – “Well then! Off we go!”
You stepped out of the Tardis, taking in the sweet air. Your feet sank away in the pure white sand when you stepped out. Endless white sand spread before you. The doctor walked out after you, leaning against the door. He watched you take off your shoes with a giddy smile. You started to run, leaving footprints behind in the clean sand. – “Just don’t get into the water!” – yelled he out after you. You called it out, happily. – “Y/n!” – called he out, wondering if you had heard him. Running after you, wanted he to prevent you from going into the waters. It might look like a place on earth, but you were for a fact on a foreign planet.
You saw the water, thinking this was just a beach. Already making your way over to it, panicked the doctor. – “Y/n!” – shouted he loud, rushing to you. The water was in reach till you suddenly got picked up. You screamed it out when the doctor had his hands under your armpits lifting you up. Your bare feet dangling in the air, moved he you away from the water. – “Don’t go in there, Y/n.” – breathed he out. You frowned, wanting an explanation. – “Dangerous water. It has a biting acid in it, so if you want to keep those pretty feet of yours, I suggest you keep them out of the water.” – you slowly nodded, moving your feet closer to each other.
“Can… can I sit on that rock?” – questioned you, pointing at the large boulder behind you. The doctor nodded as you were already making your way over to it. With some climbing managed you to get on top of it. The doctor came sitting beside you. – “Why did you choose this place?” – wondered you, looking over at the horizon. – “You’ll see.” – replied he with a giddy smile. You nodded, patiently waiting. Your gaze fixed on the horizon as you didn’t want to miss whatever the doctor brought you here for.
The doctor turned his head towards you, staring at you for a moment. It sure has been a long time since he saw you. You were just six and a half. He remembered to always add the half, or you would get grumpy. It made him smile to see you cross your arms whenever he misspoke. That grumpy glare that he secretly found cute. Seeing you now, were you very different from that little girl he once knew. Hardly changed. Well of course you’ve changed. You are much older now. He realized that now. There hung this aura around you. Something mystic and mature.
You gasped touching his arm while pointing forwards. – “Doctor!” – called you out in wonder. He smiled; glad you hadn’t changed much. A sun or something that passed for a sun set. A sunset. Instead of the familiar colors it had. Deep orange and yellow was the sunset another color. Blue with tints of green. It reminded you of the northern lights. In wonder gazed you at it, taking every bit of it in your memory. For a moment forgot you about your exams, your studies, the stress. You forgot about them for a moment, and it felt good. Smiling let you, your head rest against his shoulder.
“Thank you doctor.” – whispered you. – “You truly saved me.” – Rubbing your head a bit against his shoulder. The doctor inhaled deep, gazing at the colorful sky for himself. – “I’ll always save you…” – whispered he back. The world fell quiet for a moment. The doctor hadn’t heard you say anything for a while. He looked down, seeing that you had fallen asleep. He allowed you to sleep a little longer on his shoulder. After a while when the sky had turned a dark black, carried he you back to the Tardis. It took him just a moment to back in your yard. He brought you inside, laying you in your bed. Since he didn’t want you to forget about this, wrote he a note. Signed from your imaginary friend, the doctor.
In the Tardis, took he a deep breath. Left alone with silence again. The Tardis was moving through time and space when he suddenly noticed the tennis racket. He laughed loud, picking it up gently. He admired it for a moment, placing it a better spot. A spot where he could daily look upon it. A reminder of you till the next time he visited you. That was a promise he made himself. The girl he was always going to save.
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Bécs, Bécs, Bécs.
Hol a legjobb felnevelni egy gyereket, hova érdemes költözni hozzá? Európa legcsaládbarátabb városainak listája egy brit biztosító szerint, ahol figyelembe vannak véve a megélhetés költségei, a közbiztonság, a levegőminőség, a zöld közparkok száma és a gyerekek számára nyújtott kikapcsolódási lehetőségek mennyisége.
Már megint Bécs nyert egy életminőségi listát, relatíve, a többi nyugat-európai városhoz képest megfizethetőbb lakásbérlés, köszönhetően annak, hogy a nagy tömegű városi tulajdonú szociális bérlakás a piaci árakat is nyomottabban tartja, nagyon jó a közbiztonság, tiszta a levegő és sok a gyerekprogram. És Ausztria 3 várossal szerepel a top10-ben: ez nem lehet véletlen: gyereknek lenni is az egyik legjobb hely Európában. És micsoda szerencse, hogy csak egy ugrásra van.
Bécsben pestiként 2 dolog szokott eszembe jutni rendszeresen: 1. mennyire otthonos, ismerős és barátságos minden, mennyi ismerős k-európai nézés, sokkal alacsonyabb feszkó-szinttel, 2. ha az osztrákok magyarok lennének, mai napig Nagy-Ausztria, a birodalmi státusz elveszítése felett busonganának ahelyett, hogy élhetővé tennék az országot, ami van. Ki a fenét érdekel, hogy ez egykor egy mekkora birodalom feje volt - eladjuk a turistáknak cukormázas KuK látványosságnak meg az ideköltözőknek, idemenekülőknek, a tőkéjüket/szaktudásukat idehordóknak a mi "kis Ausztriánkat", bekaszáljuk rajta az eurómilliárdokat és kész. Jólét van, kellemes az élet, működgetnek a közszolgáltatások, ennyi a nagyságból éppen elég.
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Art tips pretty pls with a cherry on top?
Well, as annoying as it sounds, practice makes perfect! If you practice drawing hands and practice drawing eyes, eventually it will just be like muscle memory to you!
Studying things like other people's art, anatomy, and (sadly i know) color theory. Try and think about these things as you are going throughout your day. The way a light source hits someones face, or how the environment changes the colors of shadows!
Using references is also always okay and very important! never feel like you're cheating for using a reference.
My main frustration as an artist was a lack of motivation, and thats because I realized I enjoyed making art for followers and friends! Also when I was struggling to find a style that suited me. But once you get there you become a draw-aholic.
In the end its all about the kind of art you want to make and what works best for you! If you ever want more specific answers for how i do something or my art tips ill give more!!
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His muse
A/N :So many people wanted it, so enjoy
Taglist(Comment, ask or message me to be added or removed): @daenerysapologist @howyouloveyourdragon @simp-aholic @thisaccountisrandomsstuff
Aemond would not say he is obsessed. Does he go out of his way to see you? If you count coming to the museum only on the days you work? Yes, then definitely. He once asked what days you were working, which was an innocent question. He just wanted to know when he could show you some of his own drawings.. So now every Sunday morning and Wednesday midday he is sitting at a bench looking at the paintings, holding his sketchbook tilted so you can’t see what he is drawing, which infuriates you to some degree. You were curious as to what he could be drawing, seeming to be on a new page every single day you see him. How many variations of one painting can a single man make?
It was Sunday morning and you had just taken your place in your designated room. Checking to see if the alarms were all working, getting some water and then it was a waiting game. Waiting for that usual guy, Aemond you had recently learned, to show up. You didn’t quite know what intrigued him this much about the painting, but alas, a customer is a customer after all. It was just 10 minutes after opening that you heard the oh so familiar sound of his leather boots on the floor. The way the light that was supposed to be on the paintings almost seemed to gravitate towards him, as if he was the main attraction. You gave him a quick nod and greeted him politely. “Goodmorning Aemond, coming to see the same paintings again? For the twentieth time, it must be already.”
“But of course, the art always seems to be a little different each time I visit. It’s worth it, the paintings inspire me.” he would say as he grabbed his little sketchbook and supplies.
“To everyone their own I suppose. We are hosting a competition by the way, it is about artwork inspired by paintings here! Why don’t you submit your work? You’ve been practicing so long, I’m sure you will win.”
He would’ve loved to, just to see your excitement, but the only problem is that his drawings weren’t inspired by the paintings. They were inspired by his muse. You
“Oh well I don’t think that is such a great idea….” He would mumble, almost inaudible.
“Oh come on, I’m sure it isn’t that bad! Just show me, I’m sort of the jury, I can find you some advice in advance.” You offered to him, while speaking you had ascended from your chair and started to walk over to where he was sitting. Aemond however hadn’t noticed this yet, it was only when he looked up to study you some more that he noticed you weren’t at your usual place. He then felt a presence looking over his shoulder and he quickly shut his book. But it was too late, you’d already seen it. Now you would probably get a restraining order against him, finding him a creep, a weirdo perhaps even a freak. He was preparing himself to get yelled at. But to his surprise it never came.
Instead you pointed out “My hair isn’t exactly that colour. It’s a bit off, but it was a pretty drawing!”
“You aren’t freaked out? Creeped out by it?”
“Should I be? I think it rather endearing that out of everything that we have in this museum you pick me to draw! I think of it as a compliment!”
“Well you are kinda my muse after all… I just felt this connection the first time I saw you, and then I couldn’t help but draw you, and then again and again…”
“How about we go for a drink? After I’m done working? The white stag perhaps? And after that we could discuss a perhaps more professional drawing session. Where I’d model for you. How does that sound?”
“What time do you get off?”
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Runs at your inbox at full speed. 6, 11, 15, 25; otp asks for Ros + Five!!!!
Ask and ye shall recieve Roslynd/Five goodness!
EDIT: I put this is my drafts for safe keeping in JUNE and forgot it was here I am so sorry
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6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?
Not so sure that these quite fall under pet names, but Five's one to call Roslynd, "My love/dear/darling" very very frequently in his smooth Kaasi accent that would make anyone melt like butter. It also isn't a pet name but he's one of the only people to call Roslynd by her full name instead of Ros, which in its own way carries a bit of intimacy.
For Roslynd, she knows that Five has gone by his cipher designation for so long that calling him Val (very rarely Valetyn) in of itself is like calling him by a more intimate name. I think the most pet-namey she gets with him is "my love/love" consistently. But she's also absolutely come up with the most ridiculous nonsense known to man that makes Five stop in his tracks and go "WHAT did you just call me??"
11. What good do they bring out in each other?
OOF so much. They both bring out so much good in each other. Roslynd grounds Five a lot, especially when they first reconnect and he's still actively in the field. She reminds him of his humanity, that he's not just a weapon. She also brings out a sense of humor in him, albeit dry. Five is a very serious person who often takes things very literally and Ros helps him loosen up a bit, get a bit more mischief in him.
In their Academy days, Roslynd brings Five out of his shell. He was very content to work-aholic his way through training and exist on his own, but Roslynd (aside from challenging him academically in their little rivalry) dragged him out away from studies and that's how he met his core group of friends, such as Rhys.
Conversely, Five brings out a mellower side of Roslynd. She's very intense in a very high energy way, and Five's quieter form of intensity tends to balance her out. They're both lovely counter balances to each other. Roslynd also finds that Five brings out a softer side of her, one who isn't as sharp and down-to-business.
15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?
Roslynd has picked up getting way too attached to the agents from Five.
Roslynd picked up making her office less clinical and more home-y from Five. She didn't realize she could bring in softer lamps that don't give her headaches until she went into his for the first time and went "WAIT you changed the lighting??" xD
Ros has definitely found herself accidentally falling into some of Five's mannerisms in conversation, such as his nonverbal acknowledgements or irritated "hmphs" (you know when you're around someone long enough you start picking up their vocabulary as your own?)
Five has definitely picked up on things from Ros, he's just refusing to offer them up in my brain.
25. Who said “I love you” first?
This might be unexpected, but Five :3
In their Academy days when they had their 'right person wrong time' thing going, Roslynd voiced how much she cared for Five and it was painfully obvious that he's in denial head over heels for her but was never voiced as "I love you".
By the time they begin working together again, Roslynd is just so relieved to have Five back in her life while still recognizing there's several years of trauma now on the shoulders of the man she loved/loves and she doesn't know if he still feels the same. So she is generally content to just things take their course and go where they may. It's Five who finally takes that step and admits his love for her and they go from there!
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AITA for ditching a competent therapist?
It happened a few years ago and it's always bugged me because since her I have not found a better therapist.
This therapist was suggested to me by someone, they worked really hard to find her. We don't live in a country where therspy is common, let alone cheap. Our diagnostic criteria are all outdated. Doctors and nurses don't give a shit about mental health, we're raised emotionally bankrupt as a nation imo.
So anyways I go to this therapist, she charms me, talks to me like no one has before, listens when I say I'm queer instead of dismissing which is surprising. My problem at the time was depression and suicidal ideation, couldn't get put of bed on some days. She asks small questions like do I eat regularly, do I date etc. I come home and feel like I gave up a lot of sectets.
The next session she tells me about her achievements, how many awards she's received (I wasn't doing well academically), how her son is in USA with a big job (I told her I couldn't get a big paying job with my degree if I even manage to complete it). Advice, suggestions, lot more small vague questions. Come out feeling elated, back home feeling violated.
Third session, she hints at how I'm not doing enough not trying enough to be the breadwinner of my family. True, I did have a hard time studying so I picked easy courses but they'd not pay me well. This isn't a country where I can get an easy little restaurant job or become an artist. Being depressed I didn't expect to live long enough to become breadwinner in the first place. Then she tells me about her other patient, one whose career got sabotaged by a rival who raped her. She said she couldn't disclose their identity because this was a high profile case. This time I said it's probably better to compare me with her. To which she replied yes true but she was just giving an example of how much suffering people can survive.
After that session some bad things happened at my college and personal life which put me back in bed, couldn't walk outside for a couple weeks. In that time I decided to not see this therapist again. I asked someone else to inform her but didn't check. Unfortunately I never found another therapist I could afford who would be better. This was pre-covid. I'm much better now. But I still feel like that was a dumb ahole move, I was paranoid about her spying on me and telling on me. She was generous and nice to me, I cut her out told everyone she was a bad therapist. I feel awful about that, it was childish.
So... Aita?
What are these acronyms?
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Megjelent egy (első?) angol nyelvű kritika a kultúrás Fordulat lapszámról, ami nagy örömömre a legtöbb recenzióval szemben behatóan foglalkozik a magyar filmiparról szóló tanulmányommal is (nem úgy, mint a magyar filmszakma, ahol sajnos semelyik lap nem élt a párbeszéd lehetőségével).
Idézem itt hosszabban ezt a szakaszt a LeftEast-cikkből:
"Next, “I Hope Next Time You Will Manage to Apply ” grapples with the issue of ‘independence’ in the film industry and its dilemmas within the contemporary Hungarian scene. Due to limitations such as language and the still miniscule private capital involved, film production (a grossly expensive form of culture) in a small country like Hungary has been historically funded by the state through an ever-changing institutional framework. Author Máté Konkol shows that, surprisingly, during the ten years of the existence of Orbán regime’s funding body, the National Film Fund (NFI), almost 30% of feature-length films were ‘independent’ productions. This was due to the fact that NFI allocated most of its budget to popular productions aligned with the regime’s ideological values, benefiting a small and interconnected slice of the field, leading to a wide-scale refusal of filmmakers to apply for state funding. Konkol focuses on this 30%, examining ‘independently’ produced films through a Bourdieuian lens, where independence refers to the productions’ funding schemes (as opposed to aesthetic decisions, regarding which the author discusses the term autonomy and concludes that it is always-already a ‘relative autonomy’ one can talk about, given the interplay of various dependencies in the production process). Due to the lack of financial resources, these indy productions have been forced to adapt to conditions of scarcity. Using the social and cultural capital of the already well-known filmmakers, many of them managed to access the technical means of production for (almost) free, and employed staff based on ‘deferred payments’ or on a volunteer basis (free labour). Konkol offers real-world insight to the reader by analysing the production (and distribution) of a feature he worked on as the director’s assistant. The case study reveals that, although the director (Szabolcs Hajdu) was already locally and internationally renowned, the film had a very low production budget (Hajdu did not apply for NFI funds). The film was produced by the free labour of the director’s students (at a private art university), and went on to win the Karlovy Vary film festival. The author claims that the students who made the film did not feel that they were exploited in the production process, as the lack of remuneration was compensated with gains in cultural capital, and thus, future opportunities.
In his conclusion, Konkol identifies the urgent need for a movement that would oppose the structures and standards of the film industry set by patriarchal capitalism. He claims that for this, a new network ought to be organised that is integrated into a wider network of the ‘solidarity economy’, is open, and allows for the participation of those currently outside elite circles.
I cannot agree more. For this to happen, I believe, we must confront not only the far-right, ethnonationalist post-fascists, but also the liberal elites who still claim the position of the makers of ‘good culture’, while remaining blind to the slew of exploitation they perpetuate for the sake of the end product and success for the few."
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Book-review essay: Jessie Singer’s ‘There Are No Accidents’
"When I talked to Singer, it was on the day that would have been Ng’s 38th birthday; she wore a T-shirt that said (with deliberate misspellings) BORN TOO WALK FORCED TOO DRIVE"
Ez egy nagyon érdekes könyvnek tűnik, a podcastot is érdemes végighallgatni róla a Vox-on. Röviden arról szól, hogy a "baleset" szó használata teljes tévút, valójában szinte minden baleset egy rendszerhiba következménye és az ösztönös reakció, hogy mindig csak azt hibáztatjuk, aki az utolsó hibát elkövette a "baleset" előtt, végtelenül káros és gyakran hatalmi manipuláció következménye. A podcast-ben olyanok vannak például, mint ennek a tanulmánynak a megemlítése:
https://usa.streetsblog.org/2021/07/14/study-police-stops-dont-stop-car-crashes/
Vagy olyan példák, mint az opioid használat morális keretezése hogyan öl embereket, ahelyett, hogy minden opiát recepthez adnának naloxone-t, ami életet menthetne, nehezítik a hozzáférést a naloxone-hoz.
Esetleg a lakástüzek, ahol sokszor csak azt említik, hogy nagyon veszélyes módon fűtenek, de azt nem, hogy miért kényszerülnek erre.
A Vox interjúját tényleg nagyon ajánlom.
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Burnouts & How to Survive Them
burnouts & how to survive them
by ritsusshou
Two idiots discovering the secrets the world holds, or, study-aholic Kageyama Ritsu is stuck with a certain chaotic redhead on holidays.
Words: 2131, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kageyama Ritsu, Suzuki Shou, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Hanazawa Teruki
Relationships: Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou
Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Running Away, burnouts, ritshou will be the end of me, mentionings of terumob, shou has father issues, ritsu has study issues, Everyone Has Issues, get a break ritsu, what about we run away and go on a roadtrip, shous dad is rich asf, yes its comedy but its my first time writing it, first ao3 post yay, a LOT of references, and they are unnecessary, inconsistent updates, Other Fandoms Not Mentioned in Tags, other characters not mentioned in tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, slowburn, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, oh god i love these idiots, Dorks in Love, Not Beta Read
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43025223
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