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therealpie02 · 1 year ago

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One story at the hotel

Pairings: San x fem! reader x Yeosang

Summary: You and your friends stayed at the hotel after a good evening with alcohol. But alcohol wasn't to blame for what happened next. Your secret desires made you play with each other.

Word count: ~2k

Genre: smut 18+

Warnings: ITS A FICTION! Threesome, dom!San, dom!Yeosang, somnophilia, voyeurism (reader), oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names (kitten, honey, darling), squirting, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: friendly reminder English isn’t my native language <3

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Judging by the way your head hurt, you had a great time with your friends at the restaurant. Then at the bar. Then on a visit. Then at the hotel. You hardly remember these places, as alcohol has taken over your head. Your mouth was dry, head ached, and it was cool under the covers. In general, the "best" hangover combo.

You needed to go to the bathroom. Opening your eyes a little, you couldn't see anything at first. It was probably still the middle of the night, and only the moonlight from under the curtains made it possible to see something. For example, you were able to identify who your roommate was. Yeosang was sleeping on the other side of the bed, and his beauty took your breath away. He looked like a sleeping beauty, his dark hair spread out on the pillow, a few strands fell over his face, which shone in the moonlight. You had a terrible desire to touch your friend, your thoughts were spinning chaotically in your head, and your gaze fell on his lips. Suddenly his lips parted and he moaned softly.

You're frozen in place. You tried not to breathe or blink. What just happened? Has Yeosang learned to read your mind in a dream? A simple coincidence? It's all alcohol in the blood, just a figment of your imagination. Yeosang was asleep, he couldn't moan. However, when he did it again, you lowered your gaze even lower. His magnificent body was completely naked, his chest heaved with deep breathing, the muscles of his abs tensed with one sigh, his stomach retracted and tensed, as if he was being given a blowjob. You were trying to keep all your composure when you realized that it turned out to be true. Above Yeosang's dick was San's face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" your whole body tensed, you felt an incredibly strong arousal underneath. Maybe just knowing what's going on right now has made you so wet. You knew that there was a close bond between them, but you didn't realize that it was so close. And now you're in the middle of it all.

San, apparently, did this more than once, he slowly touched his lips to Yeo's cock, which, despite his master's sleep, became bigger and harder. The man didn’t want to wake up his friend, so he tried to do everything gently, slowly running his hand over the hardened cock. The pre-cum flowed from the head along the entire length and veins, and, frankly, the view was very appetizing. The naked San was lying on his stomach between Yeosang's thighs, his head slowly sank onto his cock, his lips captured the head and began to suck gently. From pleasure, San closed his eyes and with full pleasure continued to insert the cock further.

How hard you tried not to moan. Yeosang himself was still asleep, although he began to cry out moans more often while San enthusiastically sucked his cock. You couldn't even imagine such a thing, but you are watching them with your own eyes. You felt hot, you were ready to cry from how you wanted to touch your needy pussy. You gently lowered your hand to clit and slowly and silently circled it. A jolt of pleasure went through your body, but you didn't show it.

"Ah, mmff, ah" Yeosang began to wake up and at the same time slightly thrust his hips into San's mouth, to which the man sat down even deeper with a groan. Gods, your friend sucked another friend's dick. San started the cock by his cheeks, licked from the base to the head, without missing a single drop of pre-cum, smacking his lips with ecstasy took his thrusts. You have accelerated the movements of your hand, you feel that you will come very soon.

After a few more thrusts of Yeosang, you heard his long moan, saw how his stomach tightened and how he poured cum down his friend's throat. You wonder if Yeosang knows who did this to him? The answer didn’t take long to come. After San swallowed all the cum, he stood over Yeo's chest. With one hand, San caught him by the cheeks, forcing him to open his jaw, with the other hand he ran over his hard cock.

"San," Yeosang whispered, to which San ordered him to open his mouth wider with his hand. When you looked at San, you realized that San was looking at you. A heartbeat. You held your breath, your hand stopped masturbating. His closed eyes were looking at you, he smirked at you and cum on Yeosang's face. His cum got on his nose, eye, lips and mouth. Yeosang obediently took every drop with his mouth.

"Fuck," you whispered, squirming under the covers because you had never been so horny before. You wanted to hide and get free. You wanted to cum. And San realized it faster.

"Y/n, aren't we friends?" he asked, carefully pulling off your cover. You nodded.

"You won't mind, will you, y/n? Yeosang and I are friends, you and I are friends, and you want this too, right?" San pulled the cover off you, thereby revealing to himself a view of you in a T-shirt and in only lace panties. Yeo knelt next to San and also looked at your wet folds. Yes, you are friends. Yes, you wanted your friends terribly. Yes, you imagined these guys from your department fucking you. Yes, you wanted it to go on.

"Yes," you said confidently. San smiled, Yeosang smirked. They both reached for your face, and San kissed you first, wetly and casually, biting your lip. After that, Yeosang bit into your lips, forcing you to open up under his pressure. When you felt that he handed you San's cum, which was in his mouth, you moaned into his lips. Breaking away from you, San and Yeosang kissed and knelt down again. You didn't know if alcohol was playing with you or not, but you didn't care.

"Did you want to do everything yourself, kitten?" said San, spreading your legs wider. When he didn't get an answer, Yeosang grabbed your face.

"Did you want to play without us, honey?" left them without an answer, Yeosang pressed your face harder with his fingers. "Please answer."

"I... I didn't want to distract you."

"You wanted to leave us without fun, you bad kitten," San growled as he touched your horny clit. You felt everything begin to pull at the bottom of your stomach again. Gods… At this time, Yeosang pulled up that T-shirt, removing it from your body with one finger and clung to your nipple. You started to tremble and feel like you were going to make a complete mess. Right in front of your friends.

"San, no, no, now I..." you started, but San just started working faster on the clit.

"You're going to make a complete mess, aren't you?"

"San, Yeosang, let me go out, I'll come back, I..." you screamed when you felt two fingers pulling your panties apart and ending up in your pussy. They were Yeo's fingers.

"Do what we say," Yeosang flashed his eyes at you from under his brows, forcing you to give up all attempts to get out of this trap.

They continued to torture your pussy and you knew that you could no longer restrain yourself. Without stopping, with rhythmic hand works, your friends sent you over the edge of your mind. You screamed, not really worried that someone might hear, because you felt the most powerful orgasm in your life. Your juices started pouring out of you, but the men didn't slow down their moves, making you flow only harder.

"Damn, I..." You couldn't believe they made you squirt.

"Dirty dirty kitten" San smiled d to dimples on his cheeks "You just couldn't help yourself right in front of our eyes" he stroked your throbbing and wet pussy, making you tremble.

"I bet you've been wanting to do this with us for a long time, little slut," Yeosang's deep voice rang out.

"One day we will definitely do it again," and from these words of San, you loudly swallowed saliva.

"Now be a good friend, open your legs and mouth wider," San ordered, stroking your ass from below. You looked at Yeosang, who approached your face and took you by the hair. You obediently opened your mouth to his big and hot cock. He pushed half inside you, but you could feel the salty taste of his pre-cum and moan. Now you understood why San had such a face, it was impossible not to enjoy Yeosang's cock.

Meanwhile, San, watching you obediently accept a friend's cock with your mouth, entered your pussy with one thrust, forcing you to moan into Yeo's cock. He quickly picked up an accelerated pace and you couldn't focus on him.

"You better not get distracted, darling" Yeosang fixed your head with his hand and began to hip into your mouth, head touching the wall of your throat. The sensations caused tears to flow down your face, saliva to flow out of your mouth, and your pussy was approaching a second orgasm.

"San" after Yeo's conversion, San immediately came out of you and went to your face while Yesan came out of your mouth and took San's place. And you felt his cock in your pussy and the way he stretched you even more.

"You're such a good kitten, why haven't we played with you before huh?" without giving you an answer, San turned your head to his cock and entered your mouth at the same pace as a second ago into your pussy.

You were panting and moaning, you were squirming, but both guys were holding you tight enough. Who would have thought that you would live to see this? You felt Yeosang's hips become more chaotic and deep, knocking the air out of your lungs. After a couple of seconds, he pinched your waist in his hands and finished in you with hot cum. Damn it, your friend has cummed a whole bucket into you and you want to cum again at the very thought.

Still not fully recovering, Yeosang moved away and lay down next to you, returning the place for San and kissing your face and neck. San returned his cock to your pussy and moaned.

"You like to take everything from the two of us, right? Our friend's sperm has not cooled down in you yet, how are you ready to accept me?" you almost cum from these words. You started moaning and crying louder because San set an incredible pace of thrusts.

"Y/n, cum. Now," Yesan ordered in your ear and you obeyed him. Your walls tightened around San's cock and began to pulsate around him, from which San cum deep into you. After pausing for a couple of seconds to catch his breath, San came out of you and looked at that reddened and exhausted pussy, from which their sperm began to flow and he grinned at this view. San adjusted your wet panties and lightly patted your pussy.

He lay down on the other side of you and also started kissing your face along with Yeosang.

"You are so good, kitten, tomorrow you will walk with the same panties, communicate with others, knowing that our cum is inside you, feeling like such a pretty whore," San whispered stroking your whole body with his hand.

"You are a true friend, y/n," Yeosang whispered.

You lay with them and understood only one thing. Yes, you would like to repeat this night over and over again.

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #san ateez #choi san #san smut #san x reader #yeosang #yeosang smut #yeosang ateez #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang

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totaly-obsessed · 1 year ago

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Mess of a Mind

Alexia Putellas x reader

-> Alexia's life is much more chaotic with you and your ADHD - but she wouldn't change it for a thing

-> Based on my daily struggles in life

-> reader has ADHD

➳ Masterlist

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The moment Alexia received a text from you that read ‘I’m gonna clean’ – she already knew that she was coming home to a bigger mess than before.

Your ADHD makes cleaning things much more complicated than they need to be. But you were sick of being useless in the house. Because with Ale being at training most days and you still in university you were definitely the one in the relationship with more time on their hands. And while your girlfriend definitely didn’t expect you to do everything in the house, helping out with some chores would be nice.

But there it is.

The dreaded word ‘chores’. As soon as something fell under the category, you were all of a sudden unable to do that.

Alexia had asked you to put the trash outside one morning before leaving for training – which you were going to do anyway. But now, that it was your chore? No chance. The blonde came home to no trash outside, but a mess on the inside.

But you didn’t do nothing. In fact – you were quite productive. All of the possible trashcans that were placed around your house were now labeled their respective contents in hand-placed crafting diamonds. Nala lying by your side, nose stuck into the front pocket of your (Alexia’s) Hoodie.

The moment you saw fuzzy socks standing in front of you, was when you realized that you were supposed to take the trash outside. You hadn’t even heard her come in. Ale however wasn’t mad at you, she could see that you had vacuumed the entire house, as well as unloaded the dishwasher. As always you had left the last item on top of the kitchen aisle when your brain was already finished with the task, when in actuality there was still something left.

“Hola bebe. What are you doing?”

It was moments like these that you realized how much of a saint your girlfriend really was. Mapi, like the curious cat she was, peeked at her friend’s phone – wondering what she had seen that had her face all scrunched up. “What did your Roomba text you now – huh?”

Yeah. Roomba.

That’s what your girlfriend’s teammates called you after Lucy had compared you to one. Not because you were Ale’s live-in maid, but because her captain had once come home after a meeting, to a mess of a living room. Loads of different craft projects everywhere. And after following the trail of abandoned projects and broken dreams, she saw you. Stuck in the corner – panicking like a Roomba who can’t get back to its loading station. Lucy and Keira had both been there when Ale found you. That is how your nickname was born.

“She said that she was going to clean up.” Alexia tried to ignore her best friend laughing at your plans – knowing what happened the last time. But upon arriving at your shared house – you were nowhere to be found.

As expected there was chaos everywhere.

The vacuum was lying on the ground, directly next to the coffee table – at least it wasn’t running. Or rather what was left of the said table – two legs were missing, both on the same side, so now it was lopsided, and a once-filled coffee cup was lying on the rug, its filling now spilled on the carpet. The mug must have slid down the table, once it missed its legs.

Approximately every bowl that your kitchen holds placed on the counters, is filled with various things. The footballer recognized the ingredients to your favorite cake. The bathroom mirror was still covered in cleaning spray – apparently, you forgot to wipe it off.

She had already changed at taken a seat on the couch when she heard the front door open and your muttering once you entered. “Hola Ale!”

“Hola mi amor.”

“Oh god! What happened here?” The blonde throned on her usual corner of the couch in the midst of the chaos, Nala in her lap – both of them looking at you with curious eyes, wondering what you would do. “I don’t know what happened – it looked like this when I came home.”

Both of you knew that it could not have been Nala, the tiny dog did not have thumbs to turn on the vacuum.

Once the stain caught your eye – you remembered everything. “Oh right! I was vacuuming and then I hit the coffee table, but it wobbled so it was broken, so I had to fix it! Then the mug slid down the table, it spilled all over the carpet! So I went to the kitchen to grab paper Towles!”

This was better than any TV show Alexia could have watched – she was not mad. “And the cake in the kitchen?”

“Oh! You are right!” You were now following your own mess as if you were a detective discovering a crime scene. “I went to grab the paper towels to blot the stain – then I remembered that I wanted to make a cake – but I spilled milk. So, I went to grab toilet paper to clean up.”

Alexia, Nala and you were now standing in the bathroom, a foamy mirror laughing at you. “Right, and then I sprayed the mirrors, but I had no towels to wipe it off, so I went to the store!”

Now you had solved the crime – your main suspect? Yourself.

Alexia could not help but laugh at your satisfied facial expression once you came to your conclusion. After packing away your shopping you realize that you had gotten everything aside from why you had gone in the first place. “Why did I want paper towels again?”

Your girlfriend did not answer you. She was leaning against the fridge, muscular arms crossed in front of her and she just stared at you. A soft smile on her lips. “Ale?”

After planting a soft kiss on your forehead, she led you to the living room. “The stain, bebita.”

“Oh! You are right!” Without hesitating you dropped to your knees in front of the still-wet stain. No wonder there, but before Alexia could react, you had pulled your shirt off and thrown it on the coffee – blotting the stain.

The blonde pulled you up by your elbows “Oh baby. Could’ve used a towel.” You looked like a bratty kid, being held up by your girlfriend while you tried to get the stain away. “Oh right! We do not have paper towels; I will go and get some!”

The Barcelona player set you down on the couch as gently as she could “No mi Corazón. You already went out.” She was gentle and sweet and ever so patient as she helped you tidy your mess.

It was late when you finished, your brain now tired from running at 180km/h the entire day – so Alexia decided to order takeout. It took her twenty minutes to figure out what you wanted to choose from her suggestions because your very low attention span sprang from the TV to Nala, to your book, and then to the still very-much-there stain.

Ale had to take you to your shared bedroom, sit you on the bed, and kneel in front of you – one hand holding both of yours in front of your chest, the other holding your face so that you could not avoid her eyes.

But finally, you had settled on Pasta. She even figured out which one you wanted.

Once it arrived both of you carried the things you needed from the now clean kitchen to the couch, sitting down ready to eat.

Or at least that was the plan.

While Ale already started eating, you realized, that you missed something. “Oh, I need a freakin’ fork.” And with that you had stood up again, wandering to the kitchen and while you came back with a fork, you just stood in front of the couch.

Ale watched closely as your eyes drifted off. “I need to get my sauce.” And *poof* you were gone again.

You returned with said sauce and sat down again. Ale already saw what was coming, holding onto your plate that wobbled when you stood up with force, throwing your hands up in the sky. “Freaking fork!”

Fork in one hand, water in the other, you came back. Before setting both items down on the table, you looked at your girlfriend �� “Would you like some water as well baby?” The older woman nodded, she appreciated that you thought of her while your brain was driving you insane. “That would be nice, thank you corazón.”

She felt bad seeing you walk away with both water and your fork in hand, but she didn’t want to stop you, in fear that you would think that you were stupid, not being able to get everything you needed. So, she let you be.

Alexia even waited patiently as you sang in the kitchen for five minutes, before coming back with two water glasses, handing her the one you had already taken a sip out of. “Did you take my fork?”

“No baby. I think you left it in the kitchen.”

“No, I didn’t, I put my fork here.” Instead of showing her a specific place, you just plainly pointed to the entire table. But there was no second fork – so you went back again returning victoriously with a fork.

A deep sigh left your body after finally sitting down next to your girlfriend again. “What happened to your water?”

After bringing it up, Alexia felt bad. Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers massaging your temple where an annoying headache would surely be forming.

“I left it.”

Now you had everything. Food, fork, water, your girlfriend, Nala, and your favorite TV show.

You were incredibly hungry by now but after taking a bite, you let your fork fall into your pasta. “My food is cold now.” Without saying anything, Ale stood up and heated it back up for you.

Later that night you were finally lying in bed, Alexia’s hand rubbing your back, cooing in your ear. “Today was hard for you huh, bebita?” Soft kisses were littered all over your face and neck, the blonde smiling after being able to get a smile out of you.

“Tomorrow will be better.” While your ADHD could be frustrating, Alexia would never be angry at you for doing certain things or not doing them – she was just so happy to have you.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader

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thereigning-lorelai · 2 years ago

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Hello!! First your Tumblr and edits are so gorgeous! Second I was wondering if you were willing to share how you did the second gif of this edit please? Have a great day! (Or night)

https://www.tumblr.com/thereigning-lorelai/713794704750362624/usergif-1-year-celebrationshuffle-challenge?source=share

hi nonny, thanks for the nice words! really appreciated. ♥️ so, you're looking for this grid effect:

you're starting off with two gifs. i'd recommend choosing scenes that are not too close up because otherwise they'll overlap too much and you won't be able to delete enough parts to make the most of this effect.

so, here's my base gif that i just did in black and white with some minor purple brush strokes set to screen:

i then chose my second gif and coloured it with a purple gradient map and a purple colour fill set to multiply. the colouring of the gifs is entirely up to you and what you think looks best. so here's my second gif, still without the grid:

this is where the fun part starts - the grid layout. i created that with a new guide layout. this is a super neat tool in photoshop that helps you align shapes or selections on your image. the guide lines basically float over it and help you set up symmetric shapes or layouts. you can define how many columns and rows you want to have and then photoshop creates the guide layout for you. for this gif i chose 4 columns and 4 rows:

with this set up, i started creating the rectangles to make the purple gif visible on top of the black and white one. this is my final layout for my shapes:

you can move around the shapes to your liking and what works best with your gifs. i didn't want to cover too much of my base gif but also tried to make their faces in the top gif all be in the gif as much as possible.

this step is just a lot of moving around your shapes and seeing what looks good tbh.

i then grouped my shapes and clipped my top gif (including all layers for the colouring) to my shapes group:

looking good so far. the only thing missing are the lines for the grid. this is where your guide layout comes in again. i just reopened it and then traced the guide lines with my line tool to create the white grid overlay:

(for editing purposes i turned all of the line layers into a single smart object at the end. this is why you only see one layer for all the lines in this screenshot.)

finally, i used a gaussian blur (0,5 px radius, 100% fill for the filter, 40% fill for the overall layer) on the smart layer to make the lines a little bit smoother and softer looking. this is totally optional and again, up to what looks best to you.

added some text et voilà:

#asks #kind nonnies #usergif #*tutorial #hope this helps nonny #if you have any further questions just let me know #i'm not the best at explaining especially because i think my way won't be the most efficient or even logical #but that's how i did it and i think it's fairly easy to achieve

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x7mafiadetective7x · 10 months ago

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analysis and excitement time!! tottmnt style! spoilers for the new trailer and me picking it apart 😋 ☆

i’m not exactly trying to figure everything out, even though i have theories and lots of analysis in my noggin about the who, why, what, when, and where (especially in regards to their location when seperated.)

i’m mostly just going to cover: what the turtles are going through, what’s going on with the krang/Cynthia Utrom/Bishop, and any easter eggs or potential characters we see.

let’s start off with Bishop! cuz oh my god, if they’re going to be the first opponent the turtles face, i can’t imagine the lead up to shredder.

im used to Bishop being a super climactic, build-up to the big bad thing that’s going to happen kinda character, so i’m kind of surprised to see them being used first. especially as an immediate villain!

the FIRST thing that catches my eye is the robot-cams on the turtles, presumably when they’re separated, and the big screen telling Bishop to ‘RETURN TO BASE’ — i have theories about their tie to Cynthia Utrom, but we know Bishop was a rebellious character against the utrom/krang throughout other gens so i don’t think it’s telling them to return to Utrom— unless they’ve freshly gone rogue to try to stop Cynthia’s plans (hence why they wanna get rid of mutants.)

the robots Bishop uses remind me heavily of ROTTMNT.. especially that one on the left! we see more being possibly made to the right, and that kind of clues me into it being a factory of sorts.

we also see them take over the city moments after their reveal!

the turtles look like they’re all back together and donned in robot parts. Raph is wearing a faux wrestler’s padding, Leo in some sort of samurai get-up, Donnie in a cyborg cosplay, and i’m not entirely sure what Mikey’s trying to look like, other than ‘i’m gonna beat your ass.’

this kind of reminds me of Shredder! maybe it’s just the metal, sharper weapons, and the way Raph’s holding his dual sai..

i don’t think we get enough turtles in armor at all. in 2012 we barely got to see their noir armor when fighting the shredder, and imo it was super hardcore!! so i’m happy to find that they’ve added this to TOTTMNT.

time to analyze what is happening to our fave terrapins!!

what we know: they’ve all been transported to different locations/dimensions, they’ve been separated, and know that they can find each other.

let’s start with mikey’s situation, since we’re introduced to it from the beginning of the trailer via voice-over.

my idea is that he’s been transported somewhere in the future, and he’s with some scientist that knows them all by name— and gimmick. he tried to recreate a mutant, and that’s why we see a Pigeon Pete look alike.

besides that, he rags on Mikey for not having a ‘thing’ like his brothers while following him around. (people r always underestimating him — even in-show.. cannot catch a break i swear) i’m not sure if this rando has a destination, but it looks like Mikey does!!

we also see Raph with the purple dragons, and a MOTORCYCLE!! i MISSED motorcycle Raph so bad.

He is also shown in a barn with two other characters in a seperate trailer, but I have no idea who those guys could be.

Raph seems less concerned with finding each brother unlike Donnie.

Donnie opens up with a ‘I have to find my brothers, I have to save them!’ which is SUPER. cool TO ME. we got such little protective Donnie in other gens and i’m super excited to see his stress level rise in TOTTMNT.

it looks like he’s forced to un-hack what Bishop’s done to New York’s devices (unsure if this is all devices, or just all important systems like train stations and billboards/adverts.)

ALL while there’s robots after him. UGH. i can’t wait to write major angst about this kid.

unfortunately, for me at least, we see the least of Leonardo.

what we DO see of him is mostly combat, and quips. i’m super humored by the failed confidence which is a super different from most Leo’s!! (2012 Leo hero-quipping because he wants to be one, Rise Leo passing the charisma check 24/7, and 2003 Leo not really giving af as much so he just sounds dorky and cool whenever.) he looks like he’s fighting multiple robots in different areas, unlike Donnie who we only see in a train station, and Raph we see fighting multiple things (people and robots.)

i hope he gets to have as many badass moments as Donnie and Raph seem to have, because i’m afraid of him turning into ‘generic leader personality’ SO BAD. i dont think he will, but i’m not ready for him to be pushed aside during fights like how Mikey and Donnie was in 2012 at first, just so he can be the main star in relationship issues and stuff.. BUT i do think we will get a huge chunk of ‘i can’t do this without my brothers’ angst!!

we also get a glimpse of April and Leo interaction which i was the MOST scared of!! it looks like it takes place in a different episode than the Bishop one, along with the trailer where they’re all in halloween costumes (or party costumes???)

i cannot wait for this little party mix up. it’s super teenagery sounding and i always wanted more teenage, slice of life-ish (i don’t think we will ever get a filler without some slicing and dicing) episodes in tmnt!!

anyways. thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far! tottmnt seems a bit more childish than past gens but i’m sorta excited for it!! august 9th here we come ^_^

#nerding out sowwy #will happen again xoxo 💋#tottmnt #tales of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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yuus-sentient-teddy · 4 months ago

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Old Note: This came to me the night before Book 7 got updated on the JP server. I'm also waiting for translations, but from what I've been hearing, there's speculation that the squad will be traveling to other dreams and waking up the rest of the main cast.

New Note: Tada *jazz hands* here it is after how many months.

The Hall of Mirrors is in shambles, and the cause for its state is still wrecking havoc.

"Those ear. . . there's no way that's Grim!" Ace says. He and the others didn't enter this dream by falling from the sky. They all just opened their eyes and found themselves lying on the broken ground, wearing their ceremonial robes and lightly covered in dust.

"Hang on, where's Yuu?"

"Over there!" Silver hurries over to a dark shape that almost blends against what remains of a stone column. Anyone would have missed the shape if that person couldn't see the white glowing bird circling over Yuu's head.

They're groaning while slowly sitting up. "Are you okay, Prefect?"

"Yeah. What about you? Are you and everyone else okay?"

"We're fine, just a little scratched up," Ace says as he and the others gather around.

Yuu nods. "Good."

They look at the menacing form of their partner and their eyes immediately fill with despair. "God. I can't believe he turned into that," they say quietly. "And the Mirror. . ."

Gasps erupt as multiple eyes spy it among the rubble.

"It's. . . shattered?!" Deuce says.

"Prefect, are you okay?" Epel asks, remembering their longing for home.

Yuu swallows and smothers whatever emotion is on their face, quickly donning an expression that would suit a calm advisor (it's an expression all the boys know from the Overblot situations). ". . . We'll talk about that later. Right now, we need to get Grim back to normal. I think we should do some recon to get a sense of what he can now do."

"I agree with the suggestion," Rook says. "I volunteer myself to go." He then invites a few others whose skill sets may be helpful, such as Leona and Epel.

"Prefect, are you able to stand?" he asks.

"Yeah. You need me to watch out for you guys?"

"Yes, and perhaps to notice anything from a distance in contrast to us who will be closer to Grim."

"In the meantime, we'll discuss possible strategies and update them once you all come back," Vil says.

Once the recon team leaves, Ace says, "I'm just going to say this right now: why is Yuu dreaming something like this? This doesn't seem like something they want to happen. You guys saw how they acted, right?"

"It also wouldn't make sense if this is a memory," Riddle adds. "It seems like all of us are supposed to be present, but we would surely remember a disaster such as this."

"It's not just that. Something is different about this dream," Silver says. "You both are right in that it's not based on a desire nor a memory. It's something else entirely different, but I can't quite place what it is."

". . . What if it's a vision?" Ace suggests.

"What do you mean?"

"Yuu has been having weird dreams throughout the school year. They said that some of them are about the Great Seven acting villainous and that the rest are quick flashes of a black carriage and a blue beast."

There's a long period of silence as the information settles in.

"Has the Prefect have these visions while awake?" Lilia asks.

"I'm not sure--hang on." Ace's eyes widen. "Sometimes they look dazed or like they're about to faint."

"Like while they were talking to me at my farewell party?"

"Yeah. . . like that."

Another long moment of silence. In the background, someone shouts something while the chimera stomps on what's left of the ground and screeches.

"Okay, so we know the person from another world may be a seer of sorts," Idia says. "Let's get back to figuring out how to turn Grim back into a cat and get Yuu to wake up."

Somehow, despite how quickly he tried to get out of the way and the protective barriers he put up, he got hit with one of Grim's curses. It made it so hard to breathe, and his legs suddenly weren't able to support him. He wracks his brain for counter spells--but is suddenly interrupted by desperate shouts from around him.

He lifts his head as best as he could. His eyes widen.

Yuu was standing before the beast, a hand reaching. He was too far to hear what they were saying, but it was no doubt soothing words to try to get their partner back to his senses. They were even smiling calmly.

But Grim suddenly roars and lunges forward.

"Prefect!"

He shoves himself off the floor and into a run. Others are doing the same around him or are lifting their pens to summon a protective shield. He lifts a hand, but the motion gets slower and slower with each second even though he's sure he's moving quickly. It's not like he's moving through molasses, though.

No. It's more like--

Time slows to a stop. Grim's jaws are just over the Prefect's head. From what he could still see, their eyes are wide and full of shock.

. . . Then he and everyone are suddenly floating in a void, semi- surrounding an unconscious Yuu.

"What. . . the hell is this place?" Ace says. His voice echoed slightly, like he was in a small cave.

"I'm guessing Yuu didn't mention this?" Floyd says rather casually.

"Shh! Listen!" Leona interjects.

Somewhere in the darkness, there's a low voice. It grows louder until it is clear and seems to surround the NRC students; by then, they were able to identify the speaker. "The Headmaster?!"

"Guided by the Mirror of Darkness. . ."

"Guys, look up!" Numerous mirrors that look exactly like the Mirror of Darkness are suspended above them, looking down but reflecting nothing but darkness.

". . . If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

Yuu's eyes are still closed. A couple seconds pass, then their arm lifts and their hand reaches for something above, to the side. As if summoned by that gesture, a mirror comes down and floats above them. Their eyes slowly open.

Someone realizes he can lower himself to get a better view of the mirror, and the others follow suit.

They're just in time to see a hand coming from the darkness within the mirror. It passes through the glass, the surface momentarily rippling, and its palm is facing up. Without hesitation, Yuu takes the hand.

Light shimmers from the hands then expands, filling the whole void and momentarily blinding everyone. Once it's gone, Yuu and the mirrors are nowhere to be seen.

The Headmaster's voice rings clear:

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash,

as ice seals away even time itself,

as great trees swallow even the sky,

fear not the power of darkness. Now... demonstrate your power."

There are flashbacks to the earlier battle against Grim, except it was like the battle was repeating over and over: different combination of groups going against Grim, each combination losing regardless of the power of the spells. There was a vague sense that they've fought countless times now.

Suddenly, Yuu is back in the void, donning their ceremonial robe and lying on their back with their hands folded over their stomach, like they were sleeping in a coffin. A new voice speaks, and it's not someone any of the boys recognize.

For me, for them, for you. Time is growing short. Whatever you do, don't let go of that hand.

Blink.

They all are standing at the gates to Ramshackle Dorm.

None of them know what to say.

One of the boys is looking at his own hand, thinking back to when the person in the mirror offered their hand. "Hang on. There's a face in the shadow. It looks kind of like. . ."

He thinks he can feel the phantom sensation of someone holding his hand.

#🧸🖊writing #ace trappola #briefly: floyd leech #briefly: leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #silver (twisted wonderland)#yuu (twisted wonderland)#briefly: rook hunt #briefly: vil shoenheit #briefly: riddle rosehearts #briefly: epel felmier #briefly: deuce spade

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cherubmm · 5 months ago

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🍭✮⇢ ˗ˏˋ BITTER.Sweet ࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: CANDY.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING:: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive Behavior. Implied sexual innuendos. Unhealthy attachment. Delusional mindset. hint of cannibalism. Kinda crack. Unwanted advances. Vaguely implied violence(?). Stalking. Kinda gross. OOC. Proofread(?)

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: SO SORRY IF THIS ONE GOT DELAYED!!! This is supposed to be in 16 but I had a class :((. I did this around 10 pm and woke up around 4 am.... So, yeah kinda rush. Also! Also! I base the character's personality by the fanarts. I tried to check the wiki but it barely had anything 🧍‍♂️

The Underground was a sugary hell

Everywhere you looked, the world was coated in candy. The walls were thick with hardened sugar, glowing in pastel hues under the Underground's light. Gingerbread houses lined the streets, their icing-covered rooftops glistening like they were freshly baked. The ground was a fluffy mass of cotton candy that stuck to your shoes with every step.

And the monsters? Oh, don't even get started on the monsters.

They came in all sorts of flavors—literally. Strawberry, chocolate, mint, caramel, etc. Monsters with marshmallow limbs, jellybean eyes, and licorice hair. Everywhere you turned, it was like stepping into some twisted, candy-coated wonderland. The kind that might have been appealing to someone with a sweet tooth but to you...

Ugh, you hated it here.

If you could gain LV for every second you despised this saccharine, insufferable place, you would’ve dusted the entire Underground by now.

You glared at the monsters passing by, sending silent daggers with your eyes, imagining each one exploding into a puff of sugar dust. The grip on the cup you're holding hostage between your clutch tightened, to the point where you could feel tiny cracks forming under your fingers. Everything here is so fucking sweet. It’s unbearable.

'Ugh, why are you even here?' a sudden sense of self-pity and repulsion creep at the back of your mind, making your face hardened than they were before. You were so different, the only bitter soul— An anomaly amongst your race and it's not only in personality. You were bitter, through in and out, and that's not just in flavor, but in your very essence as well. A black sheep among the saccharine masses.

Your thoughts were interrupted when something—(or rather, someone)—was suddenly flung into your side, nearly knocking you out of your seat. You snapped out of your internal trance, temper— immediately boiling over as you turned to see who had the audacity to invade your space. You were seconds away from yelling bloody murder.

Until a pair of limbs wrapped around your waist, pulling you into an uncomfortable, bone-crushing hug.

"Hwuahh!! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you, my bitter little fudge!!"

You knew that voice—your jaw clenched. You didn’t even want to bat an eye to know who it was—Sans, the pathetic excuse of a skeleton, the one who clung to you like a sugar-high toddler to candy. His skull was buried against your chest, nuzzling you in the most irritating, suffocating way possible.

Your teeth ground together as you glared down at the offender. None other than him. Sans. That sickeningly sweet excuse of a skeleton who clung to you like molasses. His skull was buried against your chest, smothering his face against your exposed skin. The sound of him sniffing—sniffing—you, made your stomach turn in disgust.

"What the hell— get off me"

Sans, however, only hugged you tighter, smothering his face against your exposed skin. "But I missed you, my darling tart! I wanna be close to you!"

The nickname sent a fresh wave of nuisance through you "You're disgusting me, sans. I said LET. GO"

Sans’s grip only tightened. "Please, let me hold you more! You smell so good!" His voice was sweet and syrupy, like honey drizzled over sugar cubes, and it made you gag internally.

“SAAAANS—!!!”

Before you could pry him off, he grabbed your hand, pulling it toward his open mouth. His mint-and-pink tongue darted out, licking at your fingers with unsettling enthusiasm. You recoiled, but his grip was strong, and before you knew it, he had your fingers in his mouth, sucking on them— painfully slow and deliberate, as if you were some sort of rare delicacy.

“Huaaaw," he moaned. "So bitter... yet so soft. I want—more!” His pinpricks began to shrink and expand erectedly as he savored the taste of your flavor. his Sharp phalanges creeping around your waist as if contemplating ripping your skin apart just to get more of that bitter taste.

"Let go, Sans," you growled through clenched teeth, eyes narrowing dangerously.

His grip on your waist tightened as he looked up at you, that sickening heart-shaped glow still dancing in his eyes. "But you’re just so… perfect. I could just… take a little bite, couldn't I?"

Your heart began to pound in your chest, not from fear, but from pure rage and disgust. He was licking you. In public. What was worse, the other monsters around didn’t even seem to care.

You clenched your fists, trembling with fury, but a part of you knew this was exactly what he wanted—attention, no matter how twisted his way of getting it was. You tried to push him off, but he was stronger than his lazy demeanor let on. His bony hand began to scratch at your skin with more insistence, as though he was tempted to rip off a piece of you and devour it whole. "Mmm, so good... so perfect," he murmured.

That’s it.

You snapped, finally managing to yank your hand free from his death-grip like grasp. You grabbed him by the top of his skull, your fingers sinking into the mess of melting ice cream that clung to his head. "Get the hell off me, you freak."

He whined, but his smile didn’t falter. "Aww, come on! Just a little more? Please? You taste so good, sugarbitter."

"I am not sugar," you snarled, scraping your hand down the side of his skull as hard as you could. He flinched, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. His grin widened, as if your anger only made him want you more.

Sans stared up at you with hearts in his eyes—literally. His pinpricks had turned into heart shapes, pulsing as he gazed at you with that uncomfortably sweet expression. "You're so mean~" he purred, "but I love it. I could just... eat you up." His voice dropped, and his grin took a darker edge.

"Not. Happening." You shoved him off, finally breaking free from his hold. You stood, brushing off the sticky residue that clung to your clothes. “You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into a pile of dust.”

Sans only chuckled, licking his lips. “You say that, but I know you enjoy my company. You’re like my little cakebite... bitter on the outside, but sweet once you get a taste.”

You seethed, your hand itching to slap him across the face. You knew one thing for certain—if he kept this up, he’d be lucky if you didn’t break a few bones next time.

#₊·꒰ა 👁️‍🗨️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ cheru's writing #sans x reader #sans x y/n #candy sans #yandere sans #₊·꒰ა 👁️‍🗨️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ yandere

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pttwice · 5 months ago

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missing little!autistic hyo hours so i came to request little!autistic hyo ( hm maybe w cg!namo ) just being loved and appreciated after a bad day ☹️ !! she’s just a baby

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hi 🪐 anon! i love little autistic!hyo so much :(( cg!namo love her to pieces too

quiet night

||littleautistic!jihyo, cg!namo||

Jihyo manages to drag herself to her apartment, her entire body aching as she puts in the code to her door. As it unlocks, she slips her shoes off in the entryway and shuffles inside.

She could feel it all day, but knowing she has to be strong and she has to be the leader, Jihyo pushed on during practice. She pushed on when they checked out the venue and did their first sound check.

Jihyo sits down on her couch, her body finally relaxing after a long day of working. She coughs, grimacing as she finally admits to herself that she's sick. She lays on her side, hands covering her face as she tries to will away the inevitable.

It only takes a few more coughing attacks and a dizzy head for Jihyo to pick up her phone. She squints her eyes open and groans as she texts Nayeon and Momo. She hates having to bother them after such a long day, but she knows that if she's going to make it through the rest of the night, she's going to at least need help getting into bed.

Nayeon and Momo arrive at the same time, equally as exhausted as Jihyo but not at all sick. They sharing a knowing glance with each other as they walk into Jihyo's apartment. Only when she is extremely sick and tired will Jihyo reach out to them for any kind of help at home.

Jihyo thinks of her apartment as kind of a home base. A safe space where she gets to be in charge of herself. She loves being the leader, but it's nice being able to sometimes just be in charge of Jihyo. She can cook what she likes, clean whenever she wants or needs to, and she can dictate what goes where and why.

As Nayeon rounds the corner, she sees Jihyo curled up on her suede recliner. She has one of the decorative pillows over her face and a blanket wrapped around her body, pulled up to her neck.

The door shuts behind Momo and Jihyo whines softly. The lack of a response she and Nayeon receive from their leader is the first indicator that Jihyo has possibly regressed. The second indicator is the way Jihyo's blanket is wrapped around her body. She has it tucked tight all around with none of her body showing.

Nayeon kneels down beside the chair and slowly takes the pillow off of Jihyo's face. This earns another small whine and a shake of Jihyo's head. She rocks her head back and forth, gently at first, but it quickly becomes more aggressive.

Momo kneels on the other side of their leader and rests her hand on the headrest. She knows that it's a soft enough surface that Jihyo won't injure herself, but she's still worried.

"Hey, Ji, are you feeling okay?"

Jihyo stops rocking her head for a second to shake it. Her entire body is aching and the headache that developed a few minutes before Nayeon and Momo arrived has only gotten worse.

"Can I put my hand under your blanket so you can show me how old you're feeling?"

Momo waits until she gets confirmation from Jihyo and slides her hand under the blanket. She makes sure to keep Jihyo's body covered and gently holds her hand. It's clammy since it's so warm underneath.

"Just squeeze my hand and however many squeezes you give me will tell me how old you are." Momo is patient as Jihyo processes her words. She rocks her head a few more times, Momo's other hand still on the headrest.

Three squeezes.

"Only three? Okay, sweet girl. You did such a good job." Momo smiles and lets Jihyo's hand go. She knows that holding her hand for too long may lead to too much sensory input so she pulls it from under the blanket.

Nayeon stands up and sets the decorative pillow down on the couch before going into Jihyo's bathroom. She rummages through the medicine cabinet and pulls out the things she needs before making her way back to the living room.

It's a bit of a struggle to let Nayeon take her temperature, but eventually she manages. Jihyo's running a small fever and combined with how tired her body is from the day's schedule, Nayeon's extra cautious with how much she's touching her.

"Do you want to try and eat something, Hyo?"

Jihyo huffs and manages to open her eyes a little. She gives a small nod and licks her lips, her throat dry. She lifts up a shaky hand out from under the blanket and signs for water before tucking it back under the blanket.

"I'll get you some water, sweet girl. How about I add in a little ginger ale?" Momo smiles as Jihyo nods. She gets the ginger ale, working seamlessly with Nayeon in the kitchen as they get Jihyo's dinner ready.

Jihyo manages to eat a little bit of soup and take small sips of her watered down ginger ale. She agrees to moving to the couch so she can have her weighted blanket and Nayeon and Momo on either side of her.

Jihyo loves when they're extra close and she likes the added pressure they provide. Nayeon turned the air conditioner on while they ate dinner to make sure Jihyo doesn't overheat.

"You did such a good job today, pumpkin," Nayeon says softly. She runs her fingers through Jihyo's hair, only continuing once Jihyo's facial expression softens. "I know it must have been so hard to do all that dancing while your body was feeling icky."

Jihyo gives a small whine and nods. She tilts her head into Nayeon's hand, Momo instinctively leaning with her so she can still feel her body.

"Do you want to take a little bath before we put one of your shows on? I think it'll make your body feel a little less achy."

Jihyo can barely think, her brain so cloudy from how sick she feels. The headache has gone away, but her cough has picked up. She nods a little and Momo takes her time picking her up.

Convincing Jihyo to take a bath is usually easy. She likes the water and she likes the warmth it provides when she's sick. Momo makes sure to make it a little cooler than usual to cool Jihyo's body down slightly. She knows that the girl loves to be warm, but she also knows that her body won't always tell her when she's too hot.

Jihyo's eyes stay closed the entirety of her bath. She lets Momo wash her without any fuss, grateful that the lights are dimmed so they're not hurting her even through her eyelids.

Wrapped up in her fuzzy elephant towel, Momo leads Jihyo to her bedroom. She lets her pick out a pair of jammies and helps her into them, making sure to put a pullup on her just in case.

By the time they make it back to the couch, Nayeon has it ready again for Jihyo to sit down between them. She tucks her in and gently places her pacifier between her lips, immediately soothing her.

Jihyo whines softly, more appreciative than uncomfortable this time as she settles in between Nayeon and Momo. She looks up at Nayeon and reaches her hand out to touch Nayeon's forehead with her fingers.

Nayeon chuckles softly and grabs her hand, gently pulling it to her lap. "I love you too, pumpkin. I'm so happy that I can take care of you." She brings Jihyo's fingers up to her lips and presses gentle kisses to her fingertips.

Jihyo lets out another little whine and brings Nayeon's hand up to her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed as Nayeon's thumb rubs small, soothing circles into her skin.

"Such a good girl, Hyo. Are you ready to be a little cuddle bug and watch your show?"

Jihyo hums and nods, her pacifier lightly bobbing in her mouth as she sucks. She lets Nayeon's hand go and sinks back into the couch, her hand squeezing the hem of Momo's shirt to stim with it.

Blue's Clues softly plays, Jihyo's eyes barely open as she stims with Momo's shirt. She lifts her free hand up and points to Blue, a small smile on her lips as she signs the word for dog.

"That's right, pumpkin. That's a doggie, isn't it? You're such a smart girl." Momo presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Jihyo's head, peppering a few more kisses across her forehead.

Whenever she's sick, Jihyo adores the attention. She's a bit hesitant at first, but whenever she hears a coo from Nayeon or Momo or receives a kiss, she soaks it all up.

"Our good girl," Nayeon hums quietly. She keeps an eye on Jihyo, noticing her eyes start to droop closed. Nayeon scoots a tad bit closer so she can catch Jihyo's head with her shoulder as it falls to the side.

Feeling the exhaustion catch up to them, Nayeon and Momo don't last much longer either. Blue's Clues continues to play as the three take a well earned nap. Momo's hand is still wrapped in the hem of Momo's shirt, her head resting on Nayeon's shoulder.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fic #littleautistic!jihyo #caregiver!nayeon #caregiver!momo #sfw agere #sfw interaction only

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gettingfrilly · 1 year ago

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Out Chapter 3

Hello! Here is chapter 3 of this fic! Beta'd by @fish-bowl-2! Read it here or on ao3! (the format of this chapter looks better on ao3)

The stage is set... next chapter... EVENTS can occur... >:)

Like Ed Soldiers

My story takes place in the ancient Kingdom of Penumbra, a land teetering between the blessing of the sun’s light and the dark abyss of earth’s many evils. It was thought of as only a myth until I was discovered by scientists of the modern age. My discovery proved once and for all the existence of this kingdom powered by the elements of magicks. My body, broken down and long left without the mana that once fueled me, could offer little in the way of information about the history of the once great kingdom. What my shell did provide was an answer to the question scientists had been hoping to discover for centuries: is the manatech of old a possibility, or just a far flung fairy tale? Now armed with a crucial key to the puzzle, they begin to repair my antiquated body with plans to delve through my memory banks and see just what happened in the distant past. Did monsters truly roam the land? Were there still living Gods among us? Did sorceresses and black devils actually doom our land to permanent darkness? Finally, these questions could be answered.

“Ed.”

My memories start the first time I am activated. “State your name and purpose.” Mumbles the skeptical royal technician, distrusting the effectiveness of an android not made by his own hands. I take my first step forward and hear my own voice for the first time.

“Ed.”

“I am unit G V V 3 N. My purpose is the protection of Princess Penelope.” I turn to face the princess and take my first glance at my reason for living. “If it pleases the Princess, she may call me Gwen.” I close my fist over the center of my chest and click my heels together, the salute of The Penumbra Kingdom already programmed into me. “I will protect you with my life.”

“Edward.”

The princess crosses her arms at me, the distrust in her eyes even more apparent than the technician’s. “Great. A new babysitter.”

“Edward Horace Sempill!”

Ed’s head jerks up away from his notebook, pencil stilling at the end of the incomplete line of his doodle. He had been stuck on this one for a while, eyes straining as he erased, redrew, and erased the features of the princess’s face again and again, trying to get everything just right. After a moment of staring blankly in the direction of the front of the classroom, he rises to his feet, jostling his desk in the process and causing his pens and pencils to drop and scatter along the tiled classroom floor.

“Yes Sergeant Captain Major Colonel Lieutenant Ma'am Sir!” He shouts as he flings his palm up to his forehead, smacking himself audibly. He’s been yelled at for forgetting someone’s title far too many times, so now he just just says all of them to cover his bases.

The teacher up by the chalkboard sighs while surrounding students snicker behind their hands. “Sit down, Ed. And Ma’am is fine.”

‘Oh good, I’m in Miss Bouvette’s class. She’s a nice lady,’ he thinks in relief while sitting back down with a wide grin on his face.

The entire class falls silent, everyone turning to look at Ed’s tall frame. He glances between the different sets of eyes aimed at him, his smile falling as confusion fogs up his brain.

“... Ed?”

“Huh?” He looks back at Miss Bouvette.

“It’s your turn, Ed. Read the next passage.”

“Oh. Right.” He moves his notebook under his book, looking down at the page to find where the previous classmate left off. Wait, what page are they even on? Dread lays heavy in his sinking gut, forehead breaking out with sweat at the looming threat of his teacher realizing he hasn’t been following along. He tries to look at his neighbor’s page, but he covers the page number with his hand while giving Ed a not so friendly smile. With a sullen pout, he looks back to his own book, chewing dead skin off of his lips as he tries and fails to come up with a solution.

“Chapter three, Ed. Paragraph ten.” Comes Miss Bouvette’s patient voice.

“Oh. Right.” Ed repeats, slowly flipping to the correct page before carefully counting the paragraphs. “Cuhm ill oovrate la bowhch…”

“Next paragraph.”

“Oh. Uh… Voikee. Jeh mapple Jeen Valjeen. Jeh, ah, soos uhn galereen. Jay pace… dicks… uh, knee oof ans awoo bagnee.”

Laughter breaks out again, a little louder than before, distracting Ed and making him lose his spot. He worries at the inside of his cheek, scanning the page in an attempt to figure out where he was.

“That’s enough, Ed. Thank you. It’s your turn, Jack.” Miss Bouvette dismisses him from finishing and Ed sighs in relief. The shorter boy in front of him clears his throat and sits up straight, picking up from where Ed left off.

“Je suis libéré depuis quatre jours et en route pour Pontarlier qui est ma destination. Quatre…”

Ed sulks in his seat, sinking down until his eyeline meets the middle of Jack’s back. He tries to follow along with him, honest he does, but it’s not long before his thoughts start to drift. When he snaps back to, a new classmate is reading, and he’s completely lost where they are in the book. Defeated, he goes to pick up his pencil and continue drawing; except it’s not where he left it. His monobrow scrunches together as he searches for it, but no amount of patting his desk or glancing under his chair shows any sign of it. Defeated once more. There’s no finding something he's lost. He turns to biting his hang nails instead, his usual backup when he’s run out of ways to entertain himself. Fresh blood wells up from his sore and scab covered nail beds, the taste of iron familiar and soothing. He frees his finger of one particularly large flap of skin, chewing it between his teeth before swallowing it down. When he feels the burn of eyes on him, he turns to look at the guy sitting next to him. His face is twisted up as if he’s making a concentrated effort not to barf, meeting Ed’s eyes with a disapproving glare before mumbling to himself and looking away.

“Fucking gross, dude.”

Red hot shame burns straight to Ed’s core, and he stares down at his lap to avoid looking at anyone else. He pulls at his sleeves until his mangled fingers are hidden in his uniform, rubbing the rough fabric between his fingertips as the radiating embarrassment causes him to sweat more. He’s gonna end up with pit stains. He always does.

When the bell rings he waits for everyone else to be finished packing up and almost out the door before he starts putting his own things away into his ratty backpack. The clicking of heels approaches, and Ed packs up faster in response, hoping to avoid a lecture.

“Ed.”

Oh. Right. He’s in Miss Bouvette’s class. She doesn’t yell at him. Maybe ‘cuz she’s not military. He flashes her a cheerful smile as he slings his bag over his shoulder. “Afternoon, Miss Bouvette, Ma’am.”

She smiles back at him, leaving Ed mesmerized by how her red lipstick glistens under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. “Good afternoon, Ed. How is your day going?”

“Goin’ alright. This is my last class of the day so now I get to go back to my room.” He smiles wider at the very thought of it. Thank golly gee it’s summer and today’s only a half day.

She smiles back, but not big and happy like Ed is. Her eyes actually look kinda sad. “Most of the students are going out to the field with their friends or doing homework in the library together. You won’t join them?”

“Can't join ‘em.” Ed answers honestly. He’s tried and failed too many times to get any of the guys to want to be pals with him.

“I see. I also see that our extra tutoring sessions don’t seem to be helping much.”

Ed winces and looks down at the floor, shoulders slouching in an attempt to make himself smaller. “Aw… I’m real sorry ‘bout that, Miss Bouvette, Ma’am. Learning a whole new language is hard.”

The feeling of her small hand and well manicured nails against his shoulder signals him to look back up, and he is rewarded for doing so with a sweet smile. “It is hard, Ed. And that’s not your fault.”

Her smile is an infectious disease, and Ed’s happy to have caught it. “Thanks for saying so.”

“I say it because it’s true. I just wish our school had more resources for students like you.”

“Ya mean the stupid ones?” Ed asks, then gives his teacher a worried look when red spreads across her face. Maybe she has a disease for real.

“I- no. I didn’t mean that. And anyone who told you you’re stupid is wrong, Ed.”

Ed has to take a moment to think on that, finger tapping his chin as he stares up at his brain.

“Hm… no, I think they’re right about that.” Ed finally answers with a proud grin, satisfied that he got the answer right.

Miss Bouvette just looks sad again. Must be diseased and not feeling well. Because of her disease.

“You have challenges, Ed. Challenges that other people don’t have to overcome. But I have full faith that you could with the right support.”

That’s gotta be his favorite thing about Miss Bouvette, even more than the not yelling; sometimes, she sounds just like Double D. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to hug her.

“Can we still do tutoring together?” He asks hopefully, hugging himself instead of her.

“Of course, Ed. My door’s always open.”

“Oh boy!” His self-restraint fails, arms flinging open and out towards his teacher. She knows him well, though, and is able to step back just in time to dodge the incoming hug, holding her hand out for a handshake instead. Ed takes her hand in both of his, gleefully and wildly wiggling her arm up and down as if he’s attempting to dislocate her shoulder.

“Okay, see ya later Miss Bouvette, Ma’am,” he calls out as he exits the classroom into the squeaky clean halls of the school. Lockers line the walls just as they would in any other high school, but the lack of decorated doors makes Ed feel like they all must be empty inside. Same old fluorescent lights, at least, the buzzing of which reminds him of the insidious insectoid ladies from that one comic where the mad scientist releases fly pheromones into the vents and causes slimy, translucent wings to sprout from the prom queen’s back while bone crunching noises herold the growth of four new arms, segmented black toothpicks coated in fine, oily hairs. Her eyes are the next to change, splitting and multiplying like the cells of new life, spreading across her face as she screams in terror, jaw stretching into fanged manables before she closes them around the prom king’s head, swallowing it crown and all. The rest of the female student body soon follows suit, morphing and screaming before biting off the heads of their own dates as they try to get away, slipping and falling on the blood-slicked dance floor, cries and shouts mingling with the blaring rockabilly music they had all been joyfully dancing to moments before. This is one mess old janitor Rusty will remember cleaning for the rest of his life, and the first time the chess club is glad to be without dates.

Ed is halted in his tracks as he trips over something and slams his face into the door to his dorm room, letting out a weak “ow,” as he slides down to the floor.

“What just happened?” he asks aloud, sitting up from the floor and rubbing the red mark on his forehead. He’s already at his dorm room somehow, so that’s good; if nothing else, at least his brain has a great autopilot mode. But he fell for some reason. Reason, reason, reason… raison. Season for raison reasons. For what reason did he fall? Finally, his newly bruised brain catches up with his eyes, processing the strewn mail under his legs that he slipped on.

“Mail!” He shouts excitedly, rocketing up to his feet and scooping it all into his arms before rushing inside his room. After dumping the mail on his neatly made, almost too small for him, bed, he sorts through it, grabbing everything addressed to his roommate and dumping it on the bed against the opposite wall. His boots get kicked off and shoved under the mattress as he hurriedly scrambles up onto it, grinning maniacally as he clutches his pink envelope, his overstuffed manilla envelope, and a thin cardboard box in his hands. Chuckling to himself in giddy anticipation, he tears into his first letter.

🝮

Lughead,

Jimmy says hi and he wants me to tell you the big news. We saw Aaron Carter LIVE on STAGE. It was so cool! It was hard to keep Jimmy hydrated and on his feet. I thought he’d definitely pass out, especially with how woozy he got once AC came onstage. Don’t worry, I kept him on his feet. He can't afford another concussion.

Dad didn’t feel like driving to Michigan, so he bought me and Jimmy airplane tickets! We flew over Canada. It was my first time on an airplane. Have you ever been on an airplane? Before I was born? Jimmy was really scared, but I wasn’t. He threw up like three times. Mom never would’ve let me on a plane without an adult if she was home. We’re all keeping this a secret, k? She’d go double crazy and have to stay at the hospital even longer. Speaking of mom, the doctors said she’s making good progress. They think she should be ready to come home by the end of summer.

I wish you were coming home too. Things have been too quiet around here without you. There’s stuff I wanna talk to you about that I don’t want to do through a letter. Stuff I don’t know how Dad would feel about. I know how mom would feel about it so no way I’m telling her. So stay outta trouble and keep your nose clean mister! That’s the only way you’re gonna get back home.

Miss you dummy,

Sarah

Dearest Ed,

Greetings and salutations! My, how the time flies. A whole year already since you departed from our carefree cul-de-sac. You’re halfway home, my durable friend. Every day passed is another grain of sand through the hourglass, bringing our reunion ever closer. The sooner the better; our quaint little neighborhood just isn’t the same without you and your incredulous imagination.

My lamentations aside, I hope you are doing well. I was delighted to hear in our last correspondence that you are receiving tutoring from your French teacher. Language has always been your strong suit when it comes to academics, what with your voracious reading habits. Speaking of which, did you enjoy the last Stephen King book I sent you? I know you’re particularly fond of short stories, and Nightmares and Dreamscapes is overflowing with your most beloved genre; horror. A harrowing assemblage to be sure! Please let me know, as I’d love to send you his most recently released collection, Everything’s Eventual. It’s similarly startling.

As per your letter, I am pleased to answer that I am doing well myself. Senior year is just around the corner, and I anticipate it being the most illuminating year thus far in my academic career. I dearly wish you were here too so we could experience it together. I’m sure Eddy feels similarly; classroom settings have become even more deliriously deranging for his psyche without you here to entertain him. We’re both counting the days until you’re able to return home. Stay safe, stay out of trouble, and focus on your school work, mister!

Sincerely,

Eddward

Hey Lumpy

Here are the comics you asked for. You better be enjoying these cuz they aint cheap. Theres some magazine clippings about those movies you wanted to see the reviews of too. Everythings boring and sucks as usual. All the shit thats fun to do with you is lame as hell without you and god knows mr stick up his ass cant manage any proper entertainment. Kevin and Rolf are ok to hang with but all they ever wanna do is drink beers in the lane or fish in the creek. I dunno how they can stand all the sitting around doing nothing. Speaking of sitting around doing nothing I still have the candy store job. Made enough money to finish paying dad back for the car and I have plenty saved up. When you get outta that shithole you and me are gonna live it up. First thing Im gonna do is take you wherever you wanna go in MY car. Then Im gonna buy us the best time money can buy. I’ll getcha drunk on gravy somehow. Theres gotta be some way to make boozy gravy that doesnt taste gross. Who knows though youd probably like the taste of vodka and gravy together. Or anything with gravy. Your sick like that. Anyway were both gonna be done with school forever and thats worth celebrating. I hope they aint changing you too much monobrow. Tell me youre still a wild animal. I need that energy back in my life. Miss you like a hernia big guy. Enough to almost make me wanna hug you and get a whiff of those stinky pits of yours. I might even shed a manly tear.

Come home already!

From Eddy

🝮

Sarah’s handwriting is neat and easy to get through, whereas Double D’s cursive and Eddy’s chicken scratch take a bit more time. It’s all worth it, though, and Ed lovingly hugs the letters to his chest when he’s done reading them. His best pals and baby sister love him and miss him! Who cares if he can’t make friends here? His heart is already so full with love and kittens and rainbows and bunnies just thinking about his fellas and baby sister back home. There’s no room left for new people in there anyway.

He spends the next couple of hours devouring the comic books Eddy sent as well as the first few short stories in his new book at his desk, a goofy grin plastered to his face long enough to make his cheeks hurt. As absorbed in his reading as he is, he doesn’t even notice the sky starting to darken outside the window between his and his roomie’s bed until his eyes start to hurt. Once he realizes why, he turns on the light that’s attached to the underhead of the top shelf of his school-issued wooden desk. That, and the school-issued bed and school-issued dresser are the only furniture items on his side of the room, not having come here originally with anything other than his backpack full of toiletries and school supplies. The only things he’s received since are gifts from Eddy and Double D, all small enough to fit in a mailbox: there’s Jim Jr., the tiny plastic cactus Double D sent that he keeps atop the top shelf of his desk, a row of novellas and short stories also sent from Double D packed tightly together next to Jim Jr., various comic books from Eddy stacked on the bottom shelf, newspaper and magazine clippings of things Ed likes tacked to the small cork board leaning against the wall behind his desk, and drawers stuffed full with a range of art supplies that Eddy and Double D sent together. His cluttered desk is the only splash of personality on his side of the room, school code demanding the walls be kept barren and the floors be kept clean.

Ed tries to go back to reading, but alas, he already looked away from his book, and now he has no idea where on the page he was. With a shrug, he puts the book away with the others and grabs Nightmares and Dreamscapes before pulling his reason for not yet writing to Double D about the book out of his top drawer; an unfinished comic book adaptation of ‘The Moving Finger’ starring Double D as the quiz show obsessed protagonist. Ed spreads the page he was last working on out in front of him, wanting to finish the comic and send it with his review of the book as a surprise. He smiles just thinking about Double D’s reaction. He’ll be so grossed out by the multi-jointed finger wiggling out of the sink drain in Ed’s perfect recreation of his bathroom. Happy to be back in the zone, he puts all his attention into inking the last lines of the page before moving on to sketch out the next one.

The thwap to the back of his buzzed head is sudden and unexpected.

“Ow.” He states neutrally before turning around to identify his assaulter. When he sees his roommate Ron, he forces a smile. He didn’t see or hear him come into the room.

“Oh, hiya roomie!”

“Why is there a boot print on my mail?” He asks without greeting, holding up a large envelope in front of Ed’s face. Ed squints at the dirty boot treads pattern, puzzled himself before smiling wide in delight that he actually remembers why and has an answer.

“‘Cuz I stepped on it.” He states proudly.

Ron sneers at him. “Why?”

Ed’s smile falters, but not completely. “Aw, it was just an accident, Ronnie.”

“Told ya not to call me that.” He huffs, taking his mail with him as he stomps out of the room. “And watch where you’re going, retard.”

That’s when his smile fully falls.

He remembers a time he wouldn’t have cared about that; a time when Eddy would threaten to wallop whoever threw that word at him while Double D would scold and scold and scold while wagging his finger until his whole face looked like a ripe tomato. Ed would just chuckle and shake his head. He already knows he’s stupid, so it’s not news to him. But that was back when he had his pals who knew him and accepted him as is. Back when some of the most popular kids in school were cul-de-sac buddies who expected his oddities and took them in stride. Back when people liked him. Back when he was home. Back when he wasn’t alone.

His face feels hot as he struggles to remember what he was doing, tummy twisting inside of him like a maggot ready to pupate. He was reading… no, he put that away. Drawing? Yeah. But this is a new page. What was he sketching? What part of the story was he at again? And what story was it?

His lower lip juts out in a pout when he gives up, putting everything away back in its place. The last thing he wants is to get scolded tomorrow morning during room inspections. Once his desk is tidy, he grabs his new book and trudges off to bed and cracks it open to flip to a story he hasn’t read yet. He can’t actually read it though, not really, eyes scanning and taking in the words without processing them as his mind races with thoughts about home and his friends.

‘Just one more year.’

#ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #cw ableism

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carriesthewind · 2 years ago

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Hey, I love your writeups for the ChatGPT case! There's one thing that's kind of confusing me though. You (and the judge) seem to be saying that the good faith argument makes sense for the March 1st opposition but not the April 25th affidavit. I'm not a lawyer, but the more I think about it the more I feel like the other way around makes more sense.

Regarding not reading the cases: if I was looking for a book, even because someone said it doesn't exist, and I found a book that had the right title, author, and cover, and wasn't obviously a fake book (like, no words on the pages, or something), I think I'd be convinced. If I'm supposed to think it could be a forgery, I don't know how I could tell by reading it. How hard is it to write a fake opinion that looks real? What tells would you look for? And why would anyone write one? It seems to me like the only thing that reading the cases would prove is whether or not it was generated by a bleeding-edge large language model. (This is setting aside all the warnings they had to ignore that ChatGPT specifically isn't a reliable source. And the fact that they didn't even annex the "entire opinions" they were ordered to. And that they didn't even seem to realize that they were being accused of citing bogus cases. And that they should have read the cases anyway, possible fakery or not. And the way they tried to downplay it afterwards. God, there is so much stupid in this case. "The ChatGPT lawyer" really doesn't do it justice.)

The opposition seems less defensible. Schwartz didn't just find and submit documents, he submitted assertions about the contents of cases without reading said contents. Why would you use a "search engine" to write your arguments for you? That's your job. How can you claim in good faith that precedents you didn't read are in favour of your position? Even if ChatGPT really was incapable of making up cases, if they'd found all the cases on Google Scholar and annexed them, they could still be in deep shit, right? They could be sanctioned if they misrepresented the contents, or at least lose the case if the interpretations are dubious. Not to mention the legal argument about state law in a federal case - that's something I would expect a lawyer to know to check for.

Am I missing something? You've anticipated all the judge's points and it's probably me who's wrong here. Just trying to understand.

Hi! Thank you for the question. I think I understand your confusion, and I am going to try to clear it up - let me know if this makes sense.

The difference comes down to the idea that when he submitted the opposition, he was doing very poor work and was not acting reasonably. However, when he submitted the fake cases, he was knowingly lying to the court.

For example: for my job, I use secondary sources that other people have written to explain the current state of the law. Those secondary sources refer to, cite, and summarize various cases. When I use a secondary source, I don't rely on the source - I use it as a jumping off point to look up the cases myself and do additional legal research. But, based on my experience, I expect the summaries of cases in good secondary sources to be more-or-less accurate.

Now, that doesn't mean it is okay for someone to submit a legal brief based solely off the summaries in a secondary source - as you say, you can't know for sure the summaries or correct (and "more-or less" leaves a lot of wiggle room). And there is a lot of potentially relevant information that is left out of the summaries. And even if they are correct, you don't know if they are still good law - they may be out of date.

But "being a bad lawyer" is not sanctionable misconduct. Especially because with sua sponte sanctions, the question isn't whether Schwartz was reasonable (he wasn't), but if he was acting in subjective bad faith, which in this case means essentially that he was knowingly lying to the court.

If he, as he says, genuinely thought the cases he was citing in the opposition were real cases and the bot was accurately summarizing their contents, he was not knowingly lying to the court. He was doing terrible work, but again, being a terrible lawyer is not sanctionable misconduct.

But - and here is where maybe I think the confusion is coming in? - when he submitted the fake opinions, he was making an assertion to the court about the contents of the cases. He was telling the court, "these judges wrote these specific things in these specific cases." (And in terms how hard is it to write a fake opinion that looks real - those cases did not look real. Anyone with any legal training, even just glancing at them, would realize something seemed wrong.)

It was unreasonable for him to cite the cases without reading them in his opposition, but at that point, he can at least try to argue that he had reason to believe the citations and summaries were accurate. Once he was put on notice, continuing to "assume the cases were real" without checking and reading them was no longer plausibly good faith.

And to return to your analogy - he didn't just "find a book" that had the right title and author and so on. He went back to the same source that had given him the titles, and asked it to provide him the full text of the book.

For an analogy: Imagine you are writing a research paper. It would be like if you were emailing a friend looking for a published scientific article to support your research, and they gave you a citation and a summary of the article, and you relied on that article in your paper. That would be unreasonable, but you could honestly say you thought your friend was being honest in providing you information. But now image a bunch of reviewers came back to you and said, "hey this article might be fake, we can't find it." And so you went back to your friend and said, "hey, can you give me that article?" And then they sent you an email back that said, sure! And they sent you about a thousand words in the body of the email. And those thousand words were complete nonsense, where in the beginning it says this was a study on the evolution of bacteria and in the conclusion it was talking about the behavior of the two sample groups of primates. In that case, if you printed out those thousand words and gave it to the reviewers and said, yep, look, the article is totally real, here is the text of the article, the reviewers could reasonable conclude that you were intentionally lying to them.

That was a lot of text, but I hope it helped!

#ask

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rosainta · 1 year ago

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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home

Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home

Log #2

Author's Notes:

I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?

Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)

Warning: a few colourful words here and there.

If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)

Title: Intention. Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Third-person objective New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War

“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”

A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.

“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”

A low grunt, a shift in the covers.

“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."

A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.

"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"

A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.

"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"

"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."

A sigh.

"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."

"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."

A pause.

"...it's about what? Who?"

"Well, it's about Engie..."

Another pause.

"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."

The bed creaks again.

"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"

"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."

"And why do ya' think?"

"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"

A clap.

"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"

"Which you are."

"Whatever, now, get this-"

A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.

"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."

Silence for a moment.

"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."

A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.

"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."

A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.

"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."

"Well, actually..."

The hands slide off the shoulders.

"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."

"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"

"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."

"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"

"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"

Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.

"This."

Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.

"What is it?"

"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."

"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"

An impatient whine.

"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"

A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.

"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."

"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"

"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."

Quiet for a bit.

"You alright there?"

"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."

"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.

"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"

"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."

"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"

A pause.

"That's risky."

"I'll be fine."

"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."

"Hmm..."

Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.

"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."

"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."

The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.

"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."

"No worries."

"Yeah."

A pause.

"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."

"G'night."

The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.

"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

#tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #scout #sniper #sniperscout #sniper and scout are friends here but you can interpret it as whatever you wish #tf2 #team fortress 2 #writing #writing practice #rosain quivan's daily logs #tf2 engineer #tf2 engineer mentioned #red scout #red sniper #red engineer #tf2 pyro

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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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trick or treat!

thank you for asking! 🎃

have a snippet from the vampire!tim wip~ tentatively titled icy hands, icy heart, and based around this summary:

Tim assumes the others know he’s not, and never has been, human. He's wrong.

tentatively am thinking it's going to be jaytim but right now all i have is 2k words of jason, damian, and duke discovering tim's vampirism, and tim discovering that, in order for people to know things, you have to tell them.

in his defense, he did tell alfred, bruce, and dick. (& maybe babs)

“So you’ve been a vamp this whole time?” Jason is scrutinizing him—particularly his neck.

“I was born one.” That gets Jason’s eyes on his face again.

“Vampires can have babies?” Duke blurts.

“Yes,” Tim says. Though not without difficulty. If one of his parents had been human, it would have been easier—but they weren’t, and it hadn’t been. His parents were… protective as a result. Their jetsetting hadn’t been born out of a desire to see the world at any cost—though, Tim was sure it factored in—but, rather, decreasing the possibility they could be exposed. It’s hard to suspect someone of vampirism if they’re never around, after all.

That was also why they had so little in the way of domestic help—especially after a near-miss with Tim’s last caretaker. And why they moved him schools so often. (He had to miss so many days, especially in the summer and spring months, when everything was bright and sunny. Online school would have been easier, perhaps, but inspired its own problems. Tim needed to be as normal and human as possible.)

Tim isn’t sure those had been the best decisions—and neither, in the end, had his father. But it was too late to go back and change them now.

“I’ve… definitely seen you out in the sun,” Jason says, though he sounds as if he’s suddenly doubting his recollection.

“You have,” Tim agrees. “It’s… taxing. I have to feed well before I head out, and even then, I make sure to cover up as much as is reasonable. It helps that Gotham is the way she is, though.” Nearly perpetually cloudy, the sky clogged with pollutants despite environmentalists’ (and Wayne Enterprises’) best efforts.

“I’ve never seen you drinking blood, though,” Duke says.

“Yes you have,” Tim counters. “You just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. I don’t usually feed from people. I buy pig’s blood from a local butcher.” A discreet one, who catered to people like Tim. “I don’t drink nearly as much coffee as it looks like I do.”

“Oh.”

“But you do drink coffee,” Jason says, the skin around his eyes creasing suddenly. “Don’t you?”

Tim remembers the bag of expensive coffee grounds Jason left at the Nest, a few weekends ago, and smiles. “Yes. I can drink and eat human food. Mostly for the taste, but I do have to be cautious with caffeine and alcohol. Hits my bloodstream much faster, you understand.”

“You don’t feed off of humans?” Damian asks, scrutinizing him again.

“Not usually,” Tim repeats. “There have been a couple of emergencies, and I’ve had to drink from Bruce and Dick a time or two.” And, of course, there had been Tam, during his time away. That had been the most he’d ever fed from a human before, and he understood why some of his kind refused to feed from anything else. The taste had been exquisite, and the power—

Tim mentally shook himself.

“What about…” Duke gestured vaguely towards the medical bay. Everyone—except Tim—had a cache of blood there, to be used in case of emergencies.

Tim shakes his head. “Too processed. It’s like eating a snack cake, except it also tastes disgusting.” He had tried it once, during that first emergency. He hadn’t wanted to bother Bruce. Just the smell had made him want to wretch, but the actual taste? Ugh. And even draining the entire bag had done very little to quell the hunger. He hadn’t tried it again since.

Jason snorts. “Tracks, I guess,” he says, like he’d never thought of it before. Which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. “So, s’that how you were able to stalk us for so long? Vampire magic?”

Tim snorts. “Oh, no, I didn’t have the energy for that,” he says, shaking his head. “It maybe helped that my reflexes were quicker, and I was still a bit faster than a human kid, but. No, that was all me.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have the energy?” Damian crosses his arms. “You were going out into the field impaired?” Despite being a head shorter than Tim, even with Tim being seated, he still managed to look down his nose at him.

Aw. Baby bat is worried.

“No,” Tim says. “Well—yes? I guess? Kind of?” He grimaces, and tilts his head. It’s been a long time since he’s had to explain any of this. “My parents didn’t want word getting out that we were vampires. There’s a lot of stigma, still. Few bad apples spoils the bunch, you know how it is. So, we pretended to be human, as much as possible. That meant I had to go to school. During the day. Which, like I said, is draining. I wasn’t—“ He paused, raising his cup to his lips. It’s coffee, this time, though now that he’s no longer consumed by his work, he can tell he needs to switch to blood soon, if he wants enough time to get down to normal strength for patrol.

“I wasn’t impaired in the way you’re thinking. By the time it was time to chase Batman and Robin—or, later, be Robin—I usually had time for a nap and some blood.” He didn’t always take the nap. “I wasn’t at ‘peak performance’ per se, but, I wasn’t exactly impaired, either.”

Damian’s face is pinched.

Tim sighs. “Look, physically, I was fine. Magically, I couldn’t do much. That’s all that means.”

The skepticism on Damian’s face gives Tim a bad feeling. Oh well. That's future Tim's problem to deal with.

#ngl it was v hard to cull the snippet down to this #but i think!! i have shared the beginning section somewhere #i will try to dig that up #asks and answers #lovely anons #icy hands icy heart #tauriawritesfanfic #also this is kinda rough i’m sorry #a lot of the repetition will be fixed once i do edits <3

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sins-of-the-sea · 1 year ago

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//As Rashid was the big focus character of 2022 and Guy of 2023, I am hoping this year will be the year I give a big boost of deeper character development on Ruixiong. As I am driving today for work, listening to various podcasts and audio essays from the psychology community, I think I found a way to really balance Ruixiong's character as part of the antagonistic side of Devil's Eye and not betray his heroic ambitions, while at the same time keeping to the theme of Pride that can be universally understood (so not just Chinese or Catholic).

As stated before, Ruixiong's relationship with the Master vastly differs from everyone else. It's not positive, but he's trying his damnest to put a positive spin regardless of what is happening. This is due to the Theory of Good Nature (性善論) in Chinese philosophy as per Mencius (Master Meng), though being an illiterate bandit growing up, his understanding of this principle is... fairly oversimplified. But it's there. In addition to other Chinese principles such as the Obediences, Bonds, and Virtues, Rui tries his best to put Chinese spins on everything that is going on around him, which includes his interpretation of the Master's nature.

Perhaps of all the Seven, Ruixiong is the only one who thinks there is some innate goodness within the Master there that has yet to be tapped into. And this is where his Pride sinks the deepest. He is so deep into fulfilling the different virtues and shoving everyone into these ideals to the point he is missing the very fact that he is one of seven Cardinal Sins of Catholic tradition. Missing the forest for the trees, so to speak.

So Ruixiong still thinks it's possible for the Crew to be this heroic band of good people who are trapped doing bad deeds for the Master, at least initially. It would be up to his filial piety to help guide this 'benevolent' Master to a higher moral ground, being trapped beneath the sea. But no. The Razing of Guangzhou is what broke Ruixiong as a person and made him sink into his role as Pride, as he would sink further into his savior complex and reaffirm himself that what he is doing is good, even when it's very obviously not.

He'll just keep on lie to himself that San-Gwong and the other souls he had to steal are okay. They're okay. They're going to the next life and lead a happier, more peaceful life. He's okay. Everything is going to be okay.

Everything is going to be okay.

So the next part, I hope to cover as I continue my research, is to figure out how an illiterate orphan bandit traveling from city to city got to know his stories. How he has learned to feed himself, how he was able to basic things like "don't throw rocks at the Imperial Guard". How did he know about the Manchu invasion? How did he learn how to pick locks and escape prison? Ruixiong may be a dumdum, but he's not Too Dumb to Live; clearly he was able to survive until at least age 19, when he met Rashid. All at the same time, figuring out what he is typical Chinese of him and what ISN'T, and HOW did he become like this, or not.

I am recommended to read/watch Water Margin for a good idea on literary Chinese bandit archetypes. I found an entire series on Youtube with English subtitles; I've already started cracking down on the first episode.

ANYWAY.

I hope to develop Ruixiong's savior complex as the Sin of Pride, using his stunted/warped interpretations of Chinese philosophy to commit transgressional Pride even non-Chinese can understand. Because his Pact with the Master is not based on tragedy or trauma, his relationship and perspective is entirely different.

Oh, he still fears the Master. But because of his... less than enlightening experiences growing up, his abusive and manipulative tactics fly over Rui's head, to the point that his cruelty is just normal 'Master-Student' relations because the rest of the Crew won't get their shit straight. By Guangzhou, though, Rui would be much more aware of how much pain he can bring to others outside of the Crew.

Now it's just a matter of having Ruixiong confront that, all this entire time, he has been wrong.

#[About Ruixiong]#abuse tw #manipulation tw

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juicycoutureheaux · 2 years ago

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When It's Over

Chapter 5: Wouldn't you like to know?

Anna woke up extra early the day she was supposed to meet Captain Redfield in his office.

She was officially off of suspension and was excited to get back to work.

She decided to put on some makeup and do her hair to calm her down and bide time. When she finished getting ready, Lavish was up, drinking coffee in their living room.

“Oh don’t you look pretty! Are we meeting daddy today?”

Ever since Chris had visited her at the club, all her friends referred to him as daddy. She couldn’t stop them so she just embraced it.

“Something like that.” Anna replied as she was getting her things ready.

“Don’t leave me behind when he proposes, make sure your mansion has a mother-in-law suite for me! I couldn’t imagine having to live with someone else; who will help me get my costumes together?”

Anna just rolled her eyes and hugged Lavish goodbye and said “I love you’s” They started this tradition when Anna joined the BSAA. She never knew if she would make it home and always wanted to cover her bases.

When she arrived at the BSAA office main reception area, all her old coworkers rushed in to meet her.

Apparently Anna was missed a lot more than she had anticipated.

“Anna! I’m so glad to see you! The clinic hasn’t been the same without you girl!” One of the girls said.

Anna smiled at her and thanked her.

“Is it true you’re moving departments though?” Another coworker inquired.

“Yes, I will no longer be in the clinic with y’all, but I’ll still be here!” Anna tried to be as enthusiastic as possible. She was nervous herself, but there was no sense in also worrying the clinic staff.

“I heard you’ll be working on Hound Wolf and were scouted by Chris Redfield himself!”

Anna’s face paled, so everyone did know. Great.

Anna forced a smile and answered with a “yup.”

The room filled with “oohs.” She also heard comments about how cute Chris & the squad were.

“We’ll, I gotta go y’all, I’ll see you around!”

The girls all bid their goodbyes and Anna rushed to Captain Redfield’s office on the administrative floor, before being stopped by anyone else.

When she arrived, his door was open, but she stayed in the doorway until acknowledged & invited in.

“Damn, are you always this polite Connolly?” He laughed out.

Anna blushed. “I can’t help it, it’s how I was raised. My mom would be rolling over in her grave if she knew I just walked in and plopped myself down.”

Chris just smiled and walked over to the door to close it.

“So, I know you’re just absolutely excited to get back in the action.” Chris half teased.

“Totally.”

“Before you meet the team, I have to brief you on, well, a lot actually.”

Anna must have made a confused face because Chris just chuckled.

“I want to explain why we were in Dulvey in the first place. Eveline should never been there, and that was my own fault.” The mood in the room had changed.

Anna adjusted herself in her chair and looked into Redfield’s eyes intensely.

Chris continued. “You were right, the BSAA was 100% at fault for what happened to Zoe’s family. I personally take the blame, but the BSAA decided the best plan of action was to cover up the incident entirely.”

Anna played with the end of her cardigan uncomfortably, she didn’t know what to say.

“The BSAA has…changed since its founding.”

She could tell he was being very careful with his word choice.

“Unfortunately, becoming a bigger organization with more bureaucracy involved, there’s always some things that get lost in translation.”

“So you mean like not adopting actual morals.” Oh shit. That slipped out of Anna’s mouth.

“You get the idea, Connolly.”

Anna was silent for a minute.

“Why do you want me on your team so bad?”

“I don’t need to tell you this, because I know you know already. I know you’re starting to doubt the BSAA, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought Zoe back to the Baker Ranch. I’m also aware of your looking into the mutamycete and the effects it has on survivors.”

Anna opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out.

Chris smirked. “Didn’t think I was keeping tabs on you Connolly? I knew you were valuable in that mine, the way you handled yourself like a professional. You remind me of a younger version of myself in some ways.”

“You’re flattering me.”

“Believe it or not, I rarely give compliments these days. You earned the praise.”

“You’re such a suck up.” Anna laughed and so did Redfield.

“Ouch,” Chris feigned injury. “I’ll never recover emotionally, Anna.”

Suddenly Chris’s phone rang and he picked it up quickly.

“OKay, will do.” He said finally and put the phone back on the receiver.

“I’ve got to go to a meeting, but take the rest of the day off. I’ll get you acquainted with the rest of the team later.”

Anna thanked him and made her way to her old office to pick up her things from her old cubicle.

When she finally collected her things and made her way to exit the medical offices one final time she was met by her old supervisor, Walden.

Walden was an older man that had served in the Marines before coming to the BSAA. He took Anna under his wing and treated her like a daughter.

“Hey there Anna, I didn’t think I’d see you again, since you were promoted.”

Anna set down her box of belongings. She went and gave him a hug.

“You know I’d never forget about you Wally!” She teased.

Walden smiled sadly. “You were a great asset down here, I only knew it was a matter of time before the commanders wanted you for themselves.”

Anna returned his smile.

“I just wanted to warn you though, be careful of Captain Redfield.” He whispered harshly.

“What-“

“There’s been some whispering about him, I think he’s finally off his rocker. He’s always been a good guy but I finally think the years of being in this business have got to him. Please be careful, Anna. We’re a family in this department and you’re always welcome back home if things get rocky.” He said as he patted her arm.

All Anna could do was just stand in silence. She was trying to absorb what Walden had just admitted to her.

Walden was never the type for office gossip, so if he said something, he meant it.

“Love ya girl, can’t wait to hear all the stories when you get back from your first mission. Boy, do I miss those days.” And he walked off.

Anna just stared as he left.

Was she making a mistake?

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She was helping Lavish finish the stoning on an evening gown for an upcoming performance when they heard a soft knock on the door.

The two friends looked at eachother confused because neither one of them were expecting a visitor or delivery.

“I’ll go check.” Anna said as she got up off the floor.

She looked through the peephole and was confused when she saw Captain Redfield standing outside of her door. She quickly unlatched and opened the door.

“I almost thought you were going to leave me out here in the cold!” Chris joked.

“You need to get your iron levels checked then, it’s June!” She laughed.

She loved how he was always so casual around her. It was very comfortable.

“I gotta ask though, how do you know where I live? I also would have preferred a text so I could get dressed in real clothes first.”

Chris smiled. “I know, it was spontaneous, I’m sorry. I just finished up with some business and thought I could take you to meet your team.”

Lavish soon appeared at the door upon hearing Christopher’s voice.

“Heyyy!” Lavish said with surprise. “Anna-Cate, I didn’t know you had a date tonight!” Lavish turned to Chris. “I’m sorry for what she’s wearing, if I had known you were coming, I would have made sure she was presentable.”

Anna felt her eyes roll in the back of her head.

Lavish and Chris shared a laugh at her expense.

“I guess I should get dressed if we’re going out,” Anna said looking down at her old tank top and shorts. She had a great talent of being scantily clad when Chris showed up.

“Would you like to come in? You can keep me company while I finish this dress.” Lavish invited.

“Of course.”

Anna scurried into her room before she could hear anymore of their conversation. She was going to get dressed as quickly as she could.

She didn’t want Chris stuck with Lavish too long, for her own privacy’s sake.

Anna picked out her favorite Lilly Pulitzer dress, a Jane shift dress with lace on the front.

No one could deny that Anna was a girly-girl, she loved color and knew she looked great in it. The dress was comfy, but looked dressy enough to make a good impression-or so she hoped.

She paired the dress with some gold jewelry she always had laying around, put on some sandals and ran out of her room in record time.

When she entered the room Lavish was showing the details of the evening gown they were working on to a genuinely interested Chris.

“So we started focusing on the details of the bodice first since that’s where we wanted the crowd’s eyes to hit, can you believe our dear Anna constructed the gown itself? We’re just getting the bling on now, which is my favorite part of course.” Lavish said pointing to the small rhinestone details on the dress.

“Lavish, I don’t think he really cares as much as we do.” Anna said entering the room.

Lavish ignored her comment and instead gasped dramatically, “Oh my, don't you look beautiful! It’s like day & night, we don’t have to look at you in those awful rags you insist on wearing.”

Anna rolled her eyes and Chris just smiled. “That dress looks like it was made for you Anna.”

Anna couldn’t help but blush and squirm.

“I wish I had this on camera, the girls at the club would just eat this shit up.” Lavish teased.

“I’m so glad you don’t.” Anna said as she walked next to Chris.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” Anna went to grab the door but Chris was too fast and opened it for her.

“After you.”

Anna decided she would give him shit.

“Oh Chris you’re such a gentleman, what would I ever do without you!” She said in an over exaggerated southern accent and placed a hand on his bicep.

It was Chris’s turn to be embarrassed now.

“Y’all better use protection! I’m too young to be an Auntie, Anna Cate!” Lavish called after them. “Don’t let her convince you she’s on the pi-“

“THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INFORMATION.” Anna screamed and all the blood left her face. She grabbed Christopher’s hand and ran out of the apartment.

She wanted to disappear, she was so irrevocably embarrassed that she almost wanted to go back inside the apartment and hide.

Chris opened the passenger door of the truck open for her and held out his hand to help her into the slightly lifted vehicle.

“Thank you.” She said silently.

Chris definitely sensed her embarrassment.

“Your friends care a lot about you.” He said as he cranked the vehicle. “They wouldn’t give you so much shit if they didn’t.”

“I wished they wouldn’t do it so much.” She groaned with the back of her hand over her eyes.

“Well the fact that they still vet everyone that talks to you despite you being more than capable of handling yourself, speaks volumes on how much they love you.” Chris said.

“I know you’re right, but can we pretend that those comments that Lavish made back there were never said?”

“The comments about us using protection?” He teased her. “Your new teammates will say worse, don’t worry.”

She was so thrown off by Lavish’s comments she forgot she was going to meet her new team.

“Wonderful.” Was all she could manage out.

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They arrived at what looked like an empty dive bar with a couple of cars out front. She suddenly felt overdressed even though she wasn’t wearing makeup or anything.

“I’m so sorry if this is rude, but I thought we were going to meet on base…?” She trailed off.

“Connolly, Rule 1.” Chris looked her in the eye and held up his index finger. “Stop being so damn polite.”

“You knew I was this polite when you asked me to join, asshole.”

“That’s more like it!”

She rolled her eyes again and hopped out of the car.

“To answer your question though, we like to keep things informal. You’ll understand when you meet the rest of Hound Wolf.”

They walked into the bar together and almost immediately, wolf whistles sounded throughout the bar. She would have normally felt out of place, but she felt safe next to Chris.

She thought it was funny the way his jaw tensed up at the whistles.

“I think those were meant for you, Captain.” She joked.

“I don’t think so, I’m not an attractive woman in a short dress.”

They walked down the stairs to an almost empty pool table room.

Two young men were arguing about the rules of pool while a beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair looked on, shaking her head. On the other side of the hazy room were two older men laughing at the exchange taking place at the pool table.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard Chris’s heavy boots making their way down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Anna felt the weight of everyone’s eyes.

“Team, I'd like you to meet our newest recruit, Anna Connolly.”

The room was silent until one of the young men, who was arguing over the pool table started laughing.

This was her worst case scenario. Anna wanted to run out of the basement and tell Chris she couldn’t do it. That she belonged stateside and the fact she survived Dulvey was an act of God.

“This has got to be the funniest joke you have ever played on us, Alpha. Seriously!” He couldn’t catch his breath. Everyone else in the room was dead silent, the beautiful woman shot the young man a nasty look.

The young man stopped immediately. “Oh shit, you’re serious aren’t you? She looks 18!”

“I’m sure you meant that as a compliment, Canine.” Chris said pointedly.

She couldn’t help but instinctively step back, rejection made her feel uncomfortable at best.

The woman was the first to introduce herself. “Hi Anna, I'd like to apologize for my teammates' lack of manners.” She shot Canine with a paralyzing look. “I’m Emily, but everyone here calls me Tundra.” She stuck out her hand for Anna to shake.

“Thank you, Tundra,” Anna tried to say as comfortably and warmly as possible. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Team, Connolly was my partner in the Abercrombie Mines during the Dulvey incident. I hope from this point on you make her feel welcome.”

Chris introduced the rest of the Team by their “Real names” and then their codenames.

“Hey, who gets to name the Newbie this time?” the man known as Night Howl asks the group.

“Name the Newbie?” Anna questioned.

“It’s a tradition we started when Tundra joined.” Umber eyes said.

“We’ve been choosing the other members' names since!” Lobo said excitedly.

Everyone broke out in conversation about who & how they got to pick Anna’s name. Somebody said rock paper, scissors; somebody else mentioned an arm wrestle.

That's when “Alpha” spoke up.

“I’ve already picked out Connolly’s name.” The room silenced again.

“Seriously?” Anna, Night howl & Canine said shocked. The other members muttered “Of course.”

“Well what’s her name, Alpha?” Tundra asked genuinely curious.

“Bambi.”

“No FUCKING way!” Canine started to laugh until there were tears in his eyes. Night Howl joined in the laughter. “It’s perfect!”

Anna just sighed and glared at Chris.

He just winked at her.

Damn him, he looked so handsome when he was smug.

Lobo put his arm around Anna’s shoulders gently and held up his drink.

“Welcome to the team Bambi!” Everyone cheered and she couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the night Anna was socializing with the rest of the team.

She learned Canine worked as a former dog handler & Tundra was a DEA agent. Night Howl, Umber Eyes and Lobo, were BSAA agents that worked at various different branches when they were scouted for Hound Wolf.

The group kept asking her questions about herself and getting her more drinks to “open up.”

“Is that a southern accent I hear?” Lobo teased. “Where are you from exactly?”

“I’m from Southeast Georgia.” She said, her face flushed. The alcohol was hitting her faster than she anticipated.

He seemed to notice the charm on her gold bracelet. “What Saint is on your bracelet Bambi?”

Night Howl chimed in. “Lobo talking about Saints? I’ve seen what kind of texts you send to the ladies, you’re a straight sinner!”

Lobo & the rest of the group laughed, “Yes, but I was raised in the Catholic church before I came to the states.” He turned to Anna to show he was listening again.

“Umm, this is Saint Cecilia. She’s the saint I chose for confirmation actually.” She examined the bracelet mindlessly. “I honestly didn’t realize I had grabbed this bracelet when I left my apartment. My Grandad gave it to me.”

The room filled with awws and laughter, while she felt her face get hot.

“I’m glad to see you have another Saint, Bambi.” Chris spoke up. “I’ve still got St. Barbara to keep me safe.”

“Alpha you’re full of shit, you’re not religious.” Canine said.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Alpha pulled out the medallion of St.Barbara Anna had given him in Dulvey.

“Bambi gave it to me herself, so of course I keep it for good luck.” He winked at her.

“Wow, Alpha is going to get us all killed because he has a little crush.” Night Howl said mindlessly.

“Hey, you haven’t seen her in action yet,” Alpha chided him. “I bet she’ll kick your ass in training wednesday.”

The room echoed with resounding “ooohs.”

It started to get late and the team decided to go their separate ways.

Anna had managed to receive Tundra & Lobo’s numbers, even though she thought Lobo was definitely flirting with her.

It didn’t matter if he was or not; she was just happy to have some of her new teammates on her side.

She definitely wasn’t sure about the other three. Night Howl and Canine seemed annoyed with her & Umber eyes just seemed indifferent.

“It’s your first time meeting them.” Anna reminded herself. “Everything takes time.”

She was quiet the entire ride home and when they arrived she thanked “Alpha.”

“Do you prefer I call you Alpha?” She asked him before exiting the vehicle.

“It’s whatever you prefer, Bambi.” Alpha winked at her.

“Duly noted, have a good night, and thanks…for everything.” She hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“It’s really lame and kind of childish.”

“I promise you it’s not, I think I know what you’re already going to say.”

She sucked in a deep breath. “I’m worried about not fitting in or being good enough for this team. I don’t know if you know this, but everyone has been reminding me about how elite of a squad this is.”

“Remember what I told you about compliments, Bambi?”

“Yessir.”

Chris rolled down his window and pulled out a box of cigarettes from the center console. He offered her one and she declined.

He chuckled. “I should’ve known you didn’t smoke.” He lit the cigarette, took a drag and blew the smoke out of the window.

“I would have never even let you go into that mine if I wasn’t confident in your abilities, your actions down there just exceeded my expectations. Collecting those samples during active combat, thinking ahead; I even saw your notes on the mutamycete. Well done.”

She just stared at him.

“You think I'm bullshitting, but you had a great reputation before they called you to deploy. I think the biggest obstacle is yourself, Bambi.”

God that sent a shiver up her spine. Why the hell was he doing this to her?

“Thank you Alpha. I’ll do better next time.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” he took another drag. “I’ll see you bright and early on Wednesday, don’t be late Rookie.”

She smiled and got out of the car. “Yes Sir, Alpha.”

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