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heli-writes · 6 months ago

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A dragon's heart, part 12.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, rape and abuse, mentions of breeding, marking, nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: Took a while to finish this. I found the last part especially hard to write so I put it off for weeks. But voilá, it's finally here!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

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Axiety. It's what curses Katsuki's veins right now. After he left his mother at the war tent, he went ahead and took a look at his injured men. Some of them might never mount a dragon again. That already made him restless. He feels like ever since he became chief, things have gone bad. They need a win soon. His men can't lose morale. It won't benefit the tribe and they'll also maybe get some bad ideas. His mother stepped down as a chief voluntarily, but Katsuki is sure that the rest of the tribe would have forced her if she didn't. It's easy to blame the leadership when things go wrong. Even if some things are out of the chief's control.

That's when y/n crosses his mind. He has forgotten about her ever since Kirishima walked into his tent. Maybe she can be his win, a way to boost morale among his men and a way to strengthen his position. If y/n was to carry a healthy, happy baby, Katsuki and her could lead an example for the rest of the tribe. To show them that there is a future. After today's events, he's sure that he's making the right decision taking y/n on as a mate. He fully trusts her to become a good partner, a good mother. He'll do everything in his might to ensure the tribe's and y/n's future. She won't ever have to go back to the men who hunted her like an animal.

His heart feels heavy and full when he makes his way back to his tent. He can't wait to pull y/n into his arms, to feel her soft warm frame pressed against him. It's what he needs right now.

Surely, y/n must have returned by now. She was angry earlier but he hasn't experienced y/n to hold a grudge for too long. Also, it's gotten dark and cold. That must've driven her back home as well.

When he enters his tent, it lies in darkness and silence. He stares into the black of the tent, listening expectantly. Y/n's not here. His heart starts to pump harder, blood cursing faster through his veins than just a few minutes ago. He can hear an unsettling whooshing in his ears.

Y/n's gone.

It takes a moment for the realization to sink in. Then, he turns around on his feet exiting his tent swiftly. In front of the entrance, he stops in his tracks. His first instinct is to find Kirishima. Get him to assemble a search party, get everybody moving to find her.

It's a bad idea. He and y/n have to lead as an example. How can he prove to his men that they can find a mate outside of the tribe that loves and accepts them if his own mate runs off in the middle of the night? No, the others can't find out. Especially his mother. He can already see the triumph in her eyes telling him 'I've told you so'. He must find her alone.

But where could she possibly have gone to? She doesn't know anybody or anything around here. A cold chill runs down his back. She wouldn't have tried to leave, would she? That would be incredibly stupid of her. She can't survive in these mountains. Especially not without appropriate gear. But that didn't stop her before.

Katsuki thinks back to when y/n took off the day after getting injured by these men with bows and arrows. Back then, she also was stupid enough to think that she could wander off in the forest on her own. And now she was angry, furious even. With heavy emotions like that clouding her logical thinking, it wouldn't surprise Katsuki if she got the bright idea of running off. He can already picture her angry, pouting face in his mind.

Shit. He needs to find her.

First of all, Katsuki tries to search the settlement inconspicuously just to make sure he's not setting off a false alarm. He's glad that most of the tribe already settled into their tents for the night. While he wanders through the settlement, he's getting more anxious with each passing second. Scenarios of y/n getting torn apart by a pack of wolves, of y/n falling down a hillside and other deadly things fill his inner eye.

When he can't find her in the settlement, he decides he must scout out the area surrounding the tribe's village of tents. Considering she's on foot, she can't have made it very far. In this darkness, she must've laid to rest somewhere. Tonight's new moon, so it's especially dark tonight. Out there, you can't see your hand infront of your own eyes. She must wait to continue her journey by sunrise.

It's best to look for her on the back of his dragon, he decides. He can cover more ground and the Drami's improved eyesight and smell will help them to find y/n quickly. So, he sets way to the stables. He already knows Drami won't be too happy about him waking her up. He walks quickly through the gore to the dragon's den. The other dragons ignore him, some bow their heads in respect. There's even the small green one that hasn't been tamed yet. It scurries away at the sight of Katsuki.

Only his torch illuminates the den upon entering. The dragons inside seem to be asleep. „Drami!“, he calls out to his dragon almost softly. He doesn't want to evoke the great red's rage. „Drami!“, he calls out again, this time a bit louder. Then, the big red dragon moves. It stretches its long hind legs and raises its heavy head.

„We need to find y/n, c'me on!“, Katsuki tells the dragon.

The dragon snarls at him and huffs hot air into his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

„Yeah, I know it's late. That's why we need to find her quickly.“, he points out.

The dragon stares at him intently. Katsuki is not sure what she's trying to tell him. „What?“, he asks shrugging. The dragon shifts again, lifting its heavy wing up, revealing y/n. Katsuki's eyes almost bulge out of his head. What on earth is she doing here? Almost at the same time, relief floods his veins. She's safe. When Katsuki wants to rush to the woman's side, a claw-studded paw cuts in between him and y/n.

Katsuki's head jolts up. „What?“, he asks the dragon again. Drami looks angry now. A deep rumble curses through the dragon's throat. It snaps at Katsuki leaving behind a loud cracking sound when its upper and lower teeth clash against each other. Katsuki jumps back just in time to not get crushed in between the dragon's large jaw.

„Hey!“, he barks at the dragon, „What the fuck are you doin'?“

The dragon rises to its full height filling out the den completely. Y/n slides off its tummy and awakes in a rough manner. Disorientedly she looks around. Meanwhile, the dragon shifts into an intimidating stance looking angrily at Katsuki.

„What are you angry about?“, Katsuki yells grasping y/n's attention.

The dragon curls its tail around y/n in a protective manner. Katsuki doesn't fail to catch onto that.

„Is this about y/n? Fuck, it's not my fault that dumbass ran away?“, he defends himself in front of his dragon. Y/n awkwardly watches the scene in front of her. Somehow, she feels content. Seems as if the dragon is about to put Katsuki into his place. Good.

The dragon snaps at him again and Katsuki quickly moves out of its way. „Don't fuck with me, Drami. It's not funny! I didn't do anything!“, he yells at the dragon.

Suddenly, another rumble goes through the red dragon's throat and then there's electricity in the air. Katsuki's eyes widen. She's not about to...? Not in here! The fire would burn all of them. He can see an orange colour light up in the dragon's throat. Shit!, he thinks. Instinctively, he jumps over the dragon's tail and covers y/n's body with his own.

As quickly as the electricity becomes palpable in the air, as quickly it fades again. Y/n peeks through Katsuki's arms and sees the dragon staring at them intensely. Katsuki shifts, facing the dragon again. He sighs in relief. He absolutely believes Drami would go through with such an action. If a dragon doesn't deem a human worthy of their trust anymore, they more often than not kill them.

„You crazy fuck,“, he tells the dragon standing up and shaking his head. In return, the dragon growls at him

„I get it ok, I haven't been a good mate. I let her slip away.“, he continues. The dragon continues to stare at him angrily.

Katsuki raises his arms in defeat, then drops them again. „What do you want me to say? I didn't keep an eye on her. She could've died, yes. But she was safe with you, wasn't she?“

A rustling sound goes through the red's throat. It moves its head closer to Katsuki and presses its nose against his chest. Katsuki stares back with the same intensity. Then he sighs in defeat.

„Thank you for taking care of her. I'll be better, I promise.“, he tells her and the dragon gives him one more intense stare before settling into a laying position again. The smaller red dragons, which fled the bigger one the moment they sensed its anger, return to its side again.

Y/n doesn't know what Katsuki tells the dragon but it's clear he almost shits his pants. She finds that rather satisfying. Even if the red dragon almost fried her in the process. Quickly, she scrambles onto her feet. She must've fallen asleep somewhen but she's wide awake now.

Katsuki turns to her taking a long look at her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. His instinct tells him to walk up to her, shake her and yell at her for being stupid. He can't believe she ran off and walked straight into dragon territory. She can be lucky Drami protected her. If she was unlucky, one of the other dragons could've seen a convenient snack in her that walked straight into their mouth. Considering what happened earlier, that's probably a bad idea though. Y/n was already pissed and it's better to reconcile than to argue. Especially, since Katsuki decided to ignore his mother's disapprovement.

Katsuki walks up to y/n and takes her hand. He puts it over his heart and presses it softly. „Don't you dare leave again.“, he tells her. Then, more softly, he adds: „I need you. I was worried.“

Y/n looks up at him. At first, her face looks clueless as it usually does when she doesn't understand him. Then, she harshly pulls her hand away. She's still angry at him. Don't you think a few soft words will make me forget what has happened today, she thinks.

Without looking at him, she stomps past him exiting the den. Katsuki swirls around and immediately catches up to her. Outside the den, he gets a hold of her wrist and pulls a bit too harshly. Y/n is swirled around. She stops herself inches in front of his chest. Quickly, she brings an arm's length distance between them, as far as her arm allows her to. Katsuki keeps a tight grip on her wrist.

„Where the fuck do you think, you're doing?“, Katsuki growls at her. Y/n looks at him with fire in her eyes.

„Let go of me, asshole!“, she yells at him pulling at her wrist. She doesn't care how loud she is or if she wakes up one of the dragons. How dare he act like this? Maybe a few days prior she would've mistaken Katsuki's attitude for concern, but knowing what she knows now, she's sure it's possessiveness. She can't stand that. Considering what Nadia says, that's all that women are in this place. She refuses to become Katsuki's possession, to let him push her around like that. He either accepts her as an equal or he doesn't get to have her at all.

Stunned, Katsuki lets go of her hand. He already notices some dragons shift in the darkness. Y/n crosses her arms in front of her chest. She doesn't really know where she's going with this. She doesn't want to argue with Katsuki. So far, he has been good to her. Today's been not good, but at the end of the line, he didn't treat her badly. The ceremony this morning went badly but Katsuki didn't lash out his anger at her, only at his furniture. While she doesn't understand where exactly his anger comes from, she shares the sentiment.

It's been frustrating. Clearly, it's been frustrating to both of them and that Katsuki doesn't seem to have much control over his anger is something y/n noticed before. And despite what Nadia said, he didn't put his hands on her. He even wanted to protect her from the great red's fire. Y/n knows that if the dragon had gone through with it, Katsuki would've been burned to crisps. He was ready to sacrifice himself for her. Katsuki must value her more than he lets on.

Y/n sighs and rubs her face. She tries to calm herself. In contrast to Katsuki, she has more control over her anger. Katsuki watches her intently. He doesn't want to argue with her either. He's frustrated and worried and he doesn't know how to make y/n understand how important she is. To him. To his people.

He tries to take a step towards her when a growl and a pair of red glowing eyes appear right behind her. It's the small green dragon from earlier. Katsuki stops in his tracks. This dragon is untamed which means that it is unpredictable.

„Don't move.“, he wispers and hopes that y/n understands.

Apparently, y/n didn't hear him, or rather didn't understand him but she slowly moves around staring right into the green one's eyes. Fear starts pulsing in her veins again. At the same time, the anger that's been trying to push down bubbles up again.

Seriously? As if I don't have enough problems, I've got to deal with this thing again?, she thinks angrily.

„Y/n.“, Katsuki says calmly. They can't make a wrong move right now. His mind flickers back to Drami in the den. He's sure she must sense the green one by now. He just hopes she isn't too offended by earlier to help them if necessary.

Y/n ignores Katsuki. She continues to stare into the green's eyes intently. She holds its gaze. She's not going to back down. It's probably stupid to pick a fight with a dragon but Katsuki and the whole situation made her angry enough to try.

With a steady, almost dangerous voice, she speaks to the dragon: „Leave. I won't be dealing with you tonight.“

The green dragon shifts, still holding her gaze. For a moment, its gaze flickers back to Katsuki.

„Hey, eyes on me!“, y/n barks at it and immediately catches its attention again. Katsuki feels like he's about to faint. Is she really speaking to a dragon like that? What outcome is she expecting?

„I'm telling you one more time.“, y/n says loudly, „Leave and don't come after us.“

The green dragon stares at her. There's a clicking sound in its throat. Then, he snaps at y/n, but y/n expected it considering it snapped at her earlier. She uses her chance and throws herself at its snout. Katsuki watches her with an open mouth. Y/n pushes its snout down before letting go of it.

„Leave!“, she yells. The green dragon looks at her perplexed. It raises its head, probably to spew fire at them when a deep rumble can be heard from the red one's den. It's probably a warning. It's enough to make the green one back off. Y/n holds her stance and stares after it until it disappears into the darkness again.

When it's clear that it's gone, she loosens her stance and huffs a strand of hair out of her face. Meanwhile, Katsuki gains control of his facial expression again. He's not sure whether to be impressed that y/n stood her ground in front of a dragon or concerned that she's mad enough to try so. Actually, it's probably not that bad. He remembers when he tamed Drami. It's the first thing you need to be capable of, to stand your ground in front of such a mighty beast. Most people go into fight-or-flight mode. Of course, then you also need to fight it into submission, but that's another thing.

Y/n turns around to Katsuki. „Are you coming?“, she tells him before turning to leave. Katsuki quickly catches up to her. They don't speak while they walk back to the settlement.

The closer they get to the tents, the more relaxed Katsuki feels. Also, his bad consciousness starts to creep up on him. He never apologized to y/n about what had happened today.

„Y/n“, he calls out to her and stops her by taking her hand. This time his touch is soft and not firm. Y/n can get out of his grasp anytime she wants. She turns towards him and looks at him expectantly.

„I'm sorry about today. I'm sorry about my mother treating you badly, I'm sorry if the whole presentation was humiliating to you and I'm sorry I lost it earlier.“, he tells her.

Y/n is sure he's apologizing right now. He's got that look in his eyes. Curved eyebrows, an almost sorrowful look on his face. It's not enough, however, he needs to try a little harder. A simple apology isn't going to get him into her good grace again. Katsuki sighs and steps a bit closer to her. With his other hand, he strokes her cheek.

„You've been nothing but great. To me, you're the perfect mate. Hell, you are standing your ground no matter what we throw at you. Even a dragon. We, no I, failed you. Drami's right. If I want to be your mate, I need to be better. I promise I will be better.“, he softly says. He knows she can't understand him but he just hopes she'll soften up on him a little bit.

Y/n stares in his eyes intently. His voice sounds soft, almost submissive. She sighs. There's no use in keeping this argument up. It's not going to help her situation. And at least, Katsuki seems to understand that she's frustrated. She just hopes he also believes that her frustration is justified and that he's not just trying to sway her.

She touches his hand softly. Katsuki gives her a shy smile and takes a few steps closer to her. When she doesn't react, he closes the gap between them. Carefully, he wraps his arms around her. Y/n can't help but lean into the touch. By now Katsuki's touch has become something familiar and comforting to her. She buries her face in his chest. Katsuki chuckles and y/n can feel the vibration of his laugh. Her heart flutters a bit. Damn this Katsuki, she thinks, Why does he have to be so attractive? She can feel Katsuki's hand in her hair. Lightly, he scratches the skin on her head. Y/n wants to melt. After this long, confusing day, she just wants to relax and fall asleep in his arms.

Katsuki's hand moves towards her ear and he tucks a few strands of hair behind it. Y/n looks up to him and is met with a soft gaze. It's almost surprising to her. Katsuki rarely looks so soft. He's just not that kind of guy. Maybe today has worn him thin as well. Y/n gives him a small smile. Katsuki's hand ghosts along her cheek. Slowly he moves his head towards hers giving y/n enough time to move out of the way or reject him. She doesn't. Katsuki's lips meet y/n's in a light kiss. He's not putting much pressure behind it. Just enough for y/n's heart to make a little jump.

Quickly, he pulls away and ruffles y/n's hair lightly. Y/n retreats a bit as well. Katsuki throws an arm around her and pulls her towards the settlement. There's almost no one outside anymore and it's quiet when they walk back to Katsuki's tent. Y/n is shivering by the time they arrive. Katsuki's arm around her shoulder does little to keep her warm. Inside, they're met with the chaos they left behind earlier today. Y/n shakes off Katsuki's arm and zigzags around the broken things on the ground. She picked up the broken parts of the chair earlier but left the other things he threw around on the floor. She flops down onto Katsuki's bed and points at the mess on the floor.

„You're tidying that up!“, she says sternly. Katsuki scratches the back of his head embarrassedly. He's not sure what y/n said but he guesses she's scolding him for the chaos in the tent. Dutifully, he starts picking up the things on the floor. Meanwhile, y/n starts looking for the clothes she wore to bed yesterday. Once she's found them, she disappears to the attached bathing hut.

When she's done changing, she returns to the main room. She looks around approvingly. Katsuki tidied up the place quite well. Currently, he's not in the tent. Y/n guesses he disposes of some broken things. While waiting for him, she picks up an apple from a fruit bowl that Katsuki placed back on the small table. Sitting on the bed, she eats it. While it's not much, she's glad to finally get something into her stomach.

Eventually, Katsuki comes back into the tent. When he sees y/n sitting on the bed, he gives her a curt nod. Then, he starts changing. He's still wearing the armor that he put on before the presentation. Chewing on her apple, y/n watches Katsuki changing. Katsuki usually doesn't wear many clothes so there's not much new to see but y/n takes her time observing. She feels like she deserves that. After all, he let all of his people and that woman eyeball her this morning.

She lets her eyes run over his broad shoulder and how the muscles of his back move when he opens his pants and slips out of them. Katsuki stands there in his underwear for a moment as long as he puts the armor and pants away. Y/n admires his naked chest. A few scars decorate the soft skin on his pecks. Her gaze follows his trained bicep down to his hands. She doesn't notice how Katsuki's done putting on some linen pants or how she stopped chewing at some point.

„Ya like what you see?“, Katsuki asks her with a cocky smirk on his face.

Katsuki's voice rips her out of her own thoughts. She's met with Katsuki's triumphant facial expression. Oops, guess he caught me, she thinks. She sits up a bit and throws the rest of her apple at Katsuki. Katsuki catches y/n's projectile with ease and gives her a biting laugh. He finishes off the apple in two bites and throws it into a bowl by the side.

Katsuki walks over to the bed and gets in at y/n's side. He starts to climb over her but stops when he's right above her. Y/n tries to shuffle away to give him some more space to get to the other side of the bed when she notices a suspicious twinkle in his eyes. He's not planning to move to the other side. Y/n rolls her eyes and Katsuki chuckles. He leans down and kisses her on the lips.

This time, the kiss is a bit less soft. It's more urgent and there's more pressure behind it. Y/n's eyes flutter close. Katsuki slides down and his weight pushes y/n deeper into the pillows. Absently, y/n's hand runs down Katsuki's chest. She feels Katsuki's tongue running along her upper lip. She lets her own tongue run along his lip as well and soon they meet in an even deeper kiss.

By now, y/n's heartbeat picked up. Katsuki detaches from her lips for a second. He presses open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Softly, he nibbles at her collarbone. Y/n can't help but let out a muffled moan. She already can feel a tingling sensation in her lower belly. Also, she's starting to get hot. Katsuki lets out a chuckle before returning his attention to her.

Their eyes meet and y/n can see a mischievous gleam behind Katsuki's eyes. „You dick!“, she tells him and smacks his upper arm. Katsuki laughs and rolls off of her. Y/n hasn't got much time to recover before Katsuki pulls her into him again. Angling her head up to him, he drags his lips over hers again. Y/n shifts to get more comfortable. Part of her leg grazes Katsuki's scrotch and she can feel that he's already half-hard. She's lowkey glad she's not the only one on whom this has an effect.

Quickly, she tries to move her leg away again but Katsuki catches her leg mid-movement. He pulls her leg in between his own and pulls the rest of y/n half on top of him as well. His other hand finds its way back into y/n's hair. Entangling their mouths again, his other hand starts exploring y/n's back, butt and leg. Y/n's hand rests on his lower stomach just above his v-line. Slowly, her hand creeps up his chest up to his cheek.

They continue to make out like this for a while until y/n breaks the kiss to take a deep breath. Katsuki uses the break to fully pull y/n on top of him. Y/n can feel Katsuki's erection under her. In all honesty, she can't blame him. She's also feeling the effects of all this kissing. The way Katsuki's rough hands drag along her back drives her absolutely mad. She doesn't want to know how the inside of her thighs look right now.

Suddenly, Katsuki's hand finds its way under the shirt she's wearing. While his lips still feverishly drag along hers, his hand softly strokes its way up to her chest. Y/n's heart skips a beat when his calloused hand finally makes an impact with her boob. Carefully, Katsuki kneads the soft bundle of flesh. There's enough pressure behind it to make clear how urgently he wants to touch her and soft enough to not hurt her. Giving her one last kiss, he detaches from her and sits up.

„Take that off.“, he demands and pulls her up towards him. Y/n sits up and lets Katsuki push the shirt over her head. She feels flushed even though Katsuki and she now wear the same amount of clothing. Katsuki lets his gaze wander over her chest. Gently, he reaches out to her. The backside of his hand touches her cheek, and then he lets his hand sink downwards towards her chest. With both hands, he squeezes her breasts. He leans his head forward and rests his forehead against hers. While adrenaline and excitement still curse through her veins, y/n feels oddly at ease suddenly.

Katsuki lets go of her chest and his hand finds hers. Gently, he caresses her hand before pulling it into his lap. Y/n can feel how he presses her palm onto his hardened member. It's not her first time touching a man. She wonders if Katsuki is aware of this or if he thinks it's her first time. Y/n's other hand reaches up to Katsuki's cheek and she pulls him down onto her lips again. At the same time, she carefully squeezes his dick. Katsuki lets out a frustrated groan before pushing his mouth on hers again. Gently, y/n massages him through his pants.

Then, Katsuki pushes her off of him. „Gimme a sec, doll.“, he mumbles and starts fumbling with his pants and pushes them down his legs. Y/n waits patiently for Katsuki to come back for her. When he shivered out of his pants, he crawls over to y/n again and pushes her onto her back. He starts kissing her neck and nipping at her earlobe. Each kiss leaves behind electricity that shoots down her body. Y/n takes his hand and puts it back on her chest again. She's done with kissing. She wants more. Katsuki lets out a low chuckle. Carefully he dips his head down and lets his tongue run over her nipple. Y/n groans and lets her hand run through his spiky hair.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's hand wanders down her side. When his hand finds the hem of her pants, she can feel her heartbeat quicken again. She's nervous about what's about to happen next. A positive nervous, an expectant nervous, a I-can't-wait-to-feel-your-hands-where-I-need-you-most nervous. However, Katsuki doesn't give her that satisfaction just yet. He lets his hand ghost over her crotch before gently cupping her most private area. Y/n gasps at the contact and wishes that stupid linen pants weren't in the way. Again, Katsuki chuckles at her expression.

Y/n glares at him. She's got enough of his teasing. She pushes at his chest and Katsuki lets himself fall back onto his back with a laugh. Immediately, y/n is on top of him and kisses down his neck. Gently, she bites the skin on the nape of his neck. Katsuki lets out a forced groan. She can feel his dick jump a bit in between her legs. She continues to kiss down his chest, and presses open-mouthed kisses onto his tummy until she has reached his v-line. She traces the bones on his hips while mischievously looking up at him. I can play the same game, she thinks. Katsuki looks down at her through lidded eyes.

„Fuck, y/n, are you gonna do something or do I need to show you how?“, Katsuki grumbles and pushes his hand into y/n's hair trying to gently push her down onto his cock. Y/n clicked her tongue. „Oh, no, don't think I let you get off this easily.“, y/n teases him. She starts pressing soft kisses onto the side of his hips, down his v-line and stops right in front of his shaft.

„Shit, you bitch!“, Katsuki groans in frustration but he doesn't move. Secretly he's enjoying y/n's attention and playfulness. He didn't expect y/n to be this devious, especially not in bed. Clearly, she must have some experience and he's glad about that. He was afraid that this would scare her away. But, considering her reactions, she must be enjoying this too.

Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice how y/n's head dips down. Only when he feels her tongue running down his dick. He almost jumps up at the sensation. His hand grips her hair a bit tighter but he doesn't make any further movements. Y/n can feel his leg muscles tighten. She runs her tongue up his shaft again before gently teasing the tip of his cock. Katsuki groans and lets his head fall back. Y/n gently rubs the side of his legs in comfort. I got you, she wants to tell him.

Then, she takes his entire dick into her mouth. Katsuki almost thrusts up but catches himself mid-movement. Y/n is glad for Katsuki's control. She's sure that she can't deepthroat him. For now, she just bobs up and down his length licking and sucking. The areas her mouth can't reach get stimulated by her hands which she has wrapped around his shaft.

Eventually, Katsuki can't take it anymore and pulls y/n off his dick. He sits up and roughly pulls y/n up to him, towards his mouth. Feverishly, he kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Slowly but carefully his resolution starts to crumble. In a swift movement, he pushes y/n onto her back with one hand and pushes down her pants with his other hand.

Cool air hits y/n's pussy. She almost gasps at that sensation alone. However, Katsuki is done waiting and teasing. Immediately, he pushes his fingers in between her folds. Y/n lets out a choked noise. Katsuki leans down and starts licking and biting her nipples while massaging her clit in rough, circular movements. Y/n is already seeing stars. It's been so long since someone touched her like this and clearly Katsuki knows what he's doing. His fingers wander from her clit downwards towards her entrance. Swiftly, one of Katsuki's fingers enter her. Y/n can't help but let out a raspy moan.

She's not sure whether or not Katsuki registers the sound she's making. Maybe he doesn't care or maybe he's beyond capable of teasing her about it. Either way, his mouth lets go of her nipple and wanders down her tummy until he finally reaches her cunt. He's not waiting for another second before pushing his tongue in between y/n's folds. Y/n gasps again and buckles her hip. Katsuki simply pushes her hips down and continues his administration. While his tongue swirls around in between her pussy folds, his finger pumps in and out of her tight hole. Y/n's upper body twists around in the bedsheets.

It feels so good, she barely can't take it anymore. Katsuki adds another finger and y/n goes wild. She pushes her hands into his hair and she's not sure whether she wants to push his head deeper into her cunt or pull him away because she needs to stop. Katsuki does not leave any room for a decision as he pushes deeper into her crotch. Just when he feels y/n's walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls away.

He stares at y/n with wild eyes. Her wetness still glittering on his lips and chin. Y/n's chest is heaving and she can't tear her eyes away from Katsuki. „Fuck, babe, you taste so fucking good.“, Katsuki grumbles while taking a long look at her. Y/n's hair is disheveled and her cheeks are flushed. Right now, there is a disappointed expression on her face. Katsuki grins and moves to hoover over her.

„Don't worry, love, you'll get to come. You just have to do it on my dick. Only this way you can become truly mine.“, he tells her.

Y/n pouts because she doesn't understand why they're suddenly stopping. Luckily, Katsuki doesn't let her wait too long. He crawls up her body and kisses her deeply. Y/n can feel his dick laying right above her pussy. Katsuki snaps his hips a bit and pushes his dick in between her wet folds. Y/n moans and opens her legs so that he has better access to her pussy.

„Shit, babe, you want me that bad, hm?“, Katsuki groans as he sees y/n pull her legs apart for him. He leans back a bit to take a good view of her soaked cunt. „Fuck...“, he groans as he lets his dick run over her now-open pussy.

„Katsuki!“, y/n whines. She wants him. Now. Katsuki chuckles and leans down to kiss her. „Alright, alright, babe, I get what you want.“, he mumbles as he shifts and tries to find her entrance with his cock. When he's not fast enough, y/n takes matters into her own hands and leads his dick to her entrance. Katsuki doesn't wait for another second and pushes into her in one swift movement. Y/n can't help but let out a loud moan at the sensation. Katsuki's head drops down onto her shoulder.

He doesn't give her any time to adjust to him but immediately starts a steady pace. His dick slides in and out of y/n's slick hole. Y/n wraps her legs around his hips and grabs onto his shoulders. She can't help but let her eyes roll back a bit. Her fingers could never compare to the feeling of a real dick inside of her. And Katsuki's dick feels especially good. Katsuki keeps up the pace for a bit until he grows tired of it. He sits up a bit and his dick slides out of y/n. She groans in protest.

„Relax, love, we're not done yet.“, Katsuki mumbles as he sits up on his knees. Roughly, he pulls one of y/n's legs over his shoulder and opens her other leg widely. Then, he shoves his cock back inside of her. In short, hard movements, he rocks in and out of her pussy. Y/n cries out loud at the new angle and the roughness with which Katsuki starts to fuck her.

„Fuck, babe, this feels so good.“, Katsuki groans while his balls slap against y/n's ass. He has had sex before but it was never like this. He either paid the women or just took them. None of them were as wet as y/n or as willing to move against him the way y/n does. And the sight of her just added to his arousal. Concluding from her facial expression and moans, y/n must be so fucking horny for him. It makes him wish they had done this sooner. Before they came here and things got more complicated.

„Katsuki-i...! Harder! Fuck!“, y/n moans and grips his wrists. Even without understanding her words, Katsuki gets the message. He wants to fuck her harder and faster, too. He pulls y/n's leg from his shoulders and hooks his hands under both her knees pulling her pussy closer to him. He quickens the place and the closeness gives him the option to ram his dick into her harder.

„Fuck, yes!“, y/n yells. She's glad he understood what she wants. Fuck, this is so good, she thinks. She loves how hard Katsuki is taking her. Most men are too timid to take her how she likes it the first time. The first time is always a bit awkward, trying to find out what the other likes. But Katsuki fucks her just the way she wants his, the way she needs it. She needs to forget this awful day and Katsuki's cock in her pussy makes her mind goes numb.

Slowly, but steadily, y/n can feel her orgasm approaching. She hopes that Katsuki doesn't change his movement but keeps it up just the way he's fucking into her right now. There are already pearls of sweat forming on his chest and eyebrows. Meanwhile, Katsuki can feel y/n's pussy tighten around his member.

„Shit, babe, are you close?“, he groans while keeping up the pace. Concluding from y/n's concentrated look, yes, she must be. Carefully he grips her upper body and pulls her up to him. Y/n whines at the change of position but Katsuki makes it up to her by fucking up into her and reaching that one spot that drives her mad. Katsuki pulls her up and his face rests on the left side of her neck. Y/n claws at his back, desperate to finally get off. Katsuki continues to fuck into her relentlessly.

„I've got you, babe, c'mon, come on my cock.“, he mumbles into her skin.

Right now, he needs her to finally climb over the edge. It will hurt less if she's in the middle of an orgasm. Y/n groans throwing her head back. Katsuki can feel her pussy tighten one more time and then start spasming around him. That's what he's been waiting for. He doesn't wait for another second and sinks his teeth into her neck.

Pain. Blinding, numbing pain shoots up her neck.

Y/n lets out a choked scream. From all the things she's expected Katsuki to do, this is not on the list. Is he... biting her? It feels like he's about to rip a large part of flesh out of her. The pain overshadows the orgasm she forgets she's having. She pushes against his chest, trying to get him off of her.

„Let... go!!“, she cries as she pushes against him. There's no use. He's so much stronger than her. He only sinks his teeth deeper into her flesh. Maybe it's because there was more adrenaline in her blood back then, but this feels worse than when she was hit with the arrow.

Her heart pulls itself together. Why is he doing this? She can feel her warm blood flow down her own chest. He must know how badly he's injuring her.

Meanwhile, he's still fucking into her roughly.

She wants him off. She wants his teeth and dick outside of her body. Right now. She fights against him. Pushing and scratching him. Yelling and crying to let her go, but Katsuki doesn't listen to her. Or he's not hearing her.

His thrusts pick up speed as he fucks into her.

„No, Katsuki! Pull out!“, she yells but Kasuki is too far gone to register her words. In three hard thrusts, he comes. Y/n can feel his hot seed spluttering deep inside of her.

By now, all colour must've left her face and she becomes numb.

She doesn't feel the pain in her neck anymore. Or how Katsuki pulls away from her. How he gently places her onto the bed and presses a clean cloth against the wound. How he caresses her face and litters it with soft kitten kisses. How he gets another warm, wet cloth and carefully cleans the inside of her thighs. How he pulls her close and lovingly scratches her head.

Or how he softly mutters:

„You're mine now, my mate.“

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greenparadiseperry · 2 months ago

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Hello strangers!!

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grigori77 · 10 days ago

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Epsiode 112

Ah, the Halloween episode. This is gonna be fun ... and ... OH MY FUCKING GODS ... so they're ALL Nic Cage ... oh yeah, OF COURSE Liam's the Mandy Cage ... and Ashley's got some poison VX gas from The Rock ... meanwhile Sam ... of dear fuck Sam ... that's just too much ... and of course I've ALREADY worked out which one Marisha is ... perhaps THE WORST Nic Cage of them all ... and I love Con Air, so thanks for that one, Travis. Not to mention Matt's is awesome too ... Raising Arizona for the win ...

Seriously Sam, that costume is just TOO DISTURBING ... O.O ... this is some genuine nightmare fuel ... please don't wear THAT throughout the whole game ... fuck ... I'm starting to think that genuinely might be the case ...

I love how Liam DOES NOT ASK any of them to start mirroring his actions, Taliesin just starts it on his own and then Laura and Ashley start doing it all on THEIR own and it's adorable ... XD

Thank you all for addressing the problem with Sam's make-up ... that is gonna be SO HARD to ignore over thh course of the game, Samuel ...

Yup ... here we go ... the gameplay is ALREADY derailing and we're still on Matt's recap ... XD ... also I wonder how bad it's gonna be for Marisha once she has to start READING DICE ...

Nice crack at the Schumacher batsuits ...

Aha ... oh, so Ashton and Fearne have actually truly for real done the nasty? It's about fucking time, you two ...

Pancakes and waffles? Yay! The perfect start to any day ... oh, and cookies too? Nice one, Jester!

Travis INSTANTLY forgetting to use the newer Fjord accent instead of the older ... meanwhile Jester is TOTALLY already onto Ashton and Fearne ... and Liam's busy having a conversation with himself ... LOL

Chetney lives! Okay, then ...

Some confusion about what the plan is now, then ... clearly there's some fuzzy heads among the group after the night before ...

Imogen quickly draws a map ... Sam (as Veth): "How is it?" Ah hell ... first performance check of the night ... serviceable ... okay, then ...

Sending a message to Rashinna, then ... oh dear, are we having trouble with the count? And npw Jester's invading Imogen's mind with her intrusive thoughts ... oh boy ... watch Laura Bailey learning JUST what it's like being on the receiving end of another Laura Bailey character ... XD

Oh shit ... Rashinna hasn't gotten back to them yet ... Matthew, what's happened? Oh Matt Mercer ... you GIT!!! That was not funny ...

"Look for Gaz"? Hmmmmm ... the Villums? Okay, then ...

Dorian making a meta crack about their costumes when discussing the disguise idea ... LOL

Oh dear ... and now the disguise conversation becomes more serious as we're now uncovering the inherent problems of what available choices there actually ARE ... hmmmmmm ...

Laudna gives Sprinkle back to Jester ... who then tries to cover for the fact that Fjord accidentally DESTROYED PATE the night before ... O.O ... yeah ... here we go for Deception checks on BOTH OF THEM ... oh boy ...

Sprinkle is PLEADING FOR DEATH right now and I can't blame him ...

Pate returns! And it turns out he doesn't bear a grudge, clearly. Far as he's concerned it was just a macabre game ...

Turning into guards, then? Might be smart ... and some Bormodos for the smaller folk? Yes, that's smart ...

Good point ... IS THERE anybody upstairs in the store?

Yes, time enough for ONE Suck ... decisions, decisions ... something tells me Dusk Hunger might be worth holding onto, if I'm honest ... rollies, then? Hmmm ... Ashton, then ... okay ... goinf for Fire, then ... so he straps into the Harness and starts sucking up Dusk Hunger ... nuts ...

Some nice new effects for Ashton, then ... meanwhile Jester's now jealous about THEM not having a Harness too and immediately demands Caleb makes one ...

Caleb and Veth having a serious conversation while Sam is wearing THAT FACE ... ye gods ...

So ... try another one? 20% chance of the Harness breaking, but they ARE rolling towards the endgame ... hmmmm ... that;'s a yes, then ... and so ORYM is going to suck up Ishta, the very blade that killed his husdand AND father-in-law ... O.O

A permanent +2 to Wee Man's Dexterity? Holy shit ...

Does the Harness survive? Hmmmm ... it doesn't go bang YET ... but it was close ... hmmmmm ...

One more? Up to a 40% chance now ... maybe not, then ...

Yasha punches Braius in the face ... of course she does ... and he elbows her back ... hmmmm ... so ... that's just, like, a little pep-up, then?

Leaving the Tower, then ... so they're now all crammed in the cellar again ...

So they're going to teleport again, then ... hmmmm ... meanwhile Caleb activiates the disguises ... ruining Dorian's attempt at creating his own ... LOL

And Jester casts Pass Without a Trace ...

Zhesh! Hello there ... nice to see a familiar face ...

"Transference"? Hmmm ... I mean it sounds like an opportunity, really ...

Trickling out in groups, then ... and there's a storm out? THAT could be helpful, too ... the Dust Pit Delta, then? Sounds like a plan ...

Imogen and Orym leading the way through, then ...

Interesting ... a shrine to Exandria? Strange things to find here, all round ...

Planerider Ryn! She's here! Can they rescue her? Is this going to go down REALLY BAD?!!! O.O

So, planning a distraction while they try a Greater Restoration ... hmmmm ... this all sounds like apretty tall order ... I have a bad feeling this is gonna be a MAJOR distaster ...

Fjord creates a phantom red tornado while activating his Marine Layer ... oh boy ... here we go, then ... and they're creating general widespread PANIC ... meanwhile Imogen casts a blanket Telepathic Bond across the group ...

Ah ... so two of them are staying put ... great ... and now Dorian's getting in on the act ... oh, so it's actually WORKING? Hmmmmm ... okay, now what?

Caduceus tries out his Greater Restoration while it's all going off ... and now she's back ... missing a fucking arm! Calm Emotions? Hmmmmmm ... now what? Cure Wounds at Level 4? Let's see if THAT works ... O.O ... 25 points of healing ... and now he's trying to calm her down ... oh boy, this is all getting really chaotic all at once ... wait ... did she just TELEPORT AWAY?!!! Fuck ...

Imogen tries to Message Ryn ... oh boy ... she's in a random dark spot ... hmmmm ... so it was a Dimension Door? Meaning she's still close by ...

Oh crap ... something;s coming? Might be a good idea to get the fuck out of here ...

A full grown vidulch? SHIT!!! Oh, that's not good at all ... O.O

Okay, so ... looks like they dodged THAT bullet ... but there's more? Hmmmmmm ... so it's just CHAOS out here right now ... maybe they can continue to just sneak through, then ...

Jester messages Ryn ... oh my fucking gods ... this woman will go INSANE from this one ... oh ... so Ryn's just rolling with it? Okay ... guess she really IS a cool customer, that one ...

And now the storm's getting WORSE ... great ... time to move, then ...

Watcher Amido? Hey! Yeah, another familiar face ... this is their way in, then ...

So they just have to find a way to tunnel through into the tunnels, then? Hmmmm ... Jester turns herself into ... a diremole? Really? Intriguing ... Veth is not convinced this is actually gonna work ... I dunno, it looks all kinds of intimidating ... okay, this seems to be working out after all ...

So ... that worked, then ... the way is open. Braius is impressed.

Great ... this doesn't look all that promising any more ... can they still get through here ... oh ... okay, maybe they still can, then ... yeah, that's it ... the city itself ... so there's just the window? Which is WAY UP IN THE AIR ... crap ... maybe not, then ...

Okay, so NOW what are they gonna do?

Imogen sends a Message to Gaz ... oh boy ... I forgot what he sounded like, Matt that is BONKERS ... LOL

Thankfully Orym's RIDICULOUS Perception saves the day again ... so THAT'S the way, then ... and now a return of Taste of Tal'dorei ... XD

Damn ... Dorian has a point here ... DO THEY have a viable escape plan if the Moon ... EXPLODES?!!! O.O

I love how Caduceus' abject terror is everybody else's perfectly chilled ... LOL

So ... they're REALLY going to just DROP DOWN from here? Seriously?

Oh ... Arcane Gate? Smart ... go Fjord! That's the ticket ... and Jester just INSTANTLY SWOONS over how awesome her future husband is right now ... :3

Group Deception check ... hmmmmm ... and EVERYBODY except Robbie has to roll TWICE ... oof ...

Okay ... trying to make their way as inconspicuously as possible through the streets ...

Oh hello ... GAZ!!! Nice to finally see you again ... phew!

So ... CAN WE trust him? Is he on the level or IS HE a traitor like some suspect? O.O

Sounds like Liliana gave him a hell of a going-over ... and he's actually SPEAKING to them verbally rather than through telepathy ... wow ...

Accelerating plans, then ... but they do still need SOME flexibility ... hmmmmmm ...

Fearne goes to listen in on Gaz making contact with Rashinna ... 17? Nice roll, Ash ... oh, this sounds like quite the journey ... watch out, Fearne ...

Wow ... Gaz wasn't very bright BEFORE, but now he really is kind of DUMB, isn't he? But yeah, seems he really is on the level, at least ...

Jester offers Gaz a cookie ... awwwwwwwww ... and he's NEVER had sugar before ... wow ... :3

Dorian gets Gaz to explain the WHY the Volitiona are doing what they're doing ... oh boy ... his extremely simplistic explanation is kind of adorable ...

Meanwhile Jeter's created a sugar junkie ...

"The Hallowed Cage"? Try not to jump ahead in the narrative, guys! O.O

Short rest? Short rest. Yeah ...

Meanwhile they do NEED TO contact Vox Machina NOW ... yeah ... might be best. MAKE CONTACT guys!

Imogen Messages Allura ... so they're ALL READY ALREADY?!!! Okay, so ... best to make a start ASAP?

So ... whatever they're doing, start in one hour? Hmmmm ...

JESTER makes the reply ... oh boy ... yeah, Allura reacts VERY MUCH as anyone would with one of HER Messages ...

Going to break, then ... and when they're back it's going to be from the perspective of VOX MACHINA!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Oh my gods ... the pantyhose and the diapers ... Matt, you cheeky bugger ... XD

Only FOUR at the table? Right now it's just Laura, Ashley, Travis and Marisha ... in their ORIGINAL seats? Cool ...

So it's just KEYLETH right now ... hmmmm ...

She goes looking for Vex ... oh boy ... this should be fun ...

Okay, so ... we're a little back in time, then? Interesting ...

Yeah, I think BOTH OF THEM want to get Vax back ... well, at least as much back as they CAN get him, at least ...

Man ... too much FEELS right now, guys ...

So Grog and PIke'll likely both be in the pub? Yeah, sounds about right ...

They haven't HEARD from Scanlan yet? Hmmmmmm ...

Keyleth is covered in sticky bees ... O.O

Yeah, the titles were SO COOL, KIki. You did SO FUCKING GREAT there ... XD

A CLERICAL pub? Fascinating ...

As expected, Grog and Pike are already pretty far in their cups ... XD ... drunk Pike is always fun ... and they're up to old tricks, again ...

Grog thinks "piety" means he has pies ... yeah, that's about right ... LOL

Keyleth conjures a goodberry pie for Grog! Awwww ... :3

So ... Pike and Scanlan are going through another fivorce? And she can't even remember WHICH NUMBER it is? Blimey ... and so they CAN'T get hold of him because of it? Great ...

Jeanine? Awwww ... she sounds very sweet ...

Oh ... the Earrings? Neat ... yeah, try that, then ...

Yeah, Percy's a really good dad ...

Holy shit ... Marisha's having a hard time remembering how to actually PLAY a druid now ... it's been a while, of course ... so she just tries to SCRY on Scanlan instead ... which is resisted? Nuts ...

Pike x Scanlan = "it's complicated" ... like, the very DEFINITION ...

Matt's just having so much fun just WATCHING Travis getting to be Grog again ... XD

Tary? REALLY?!!! That'd be pretty sweet ...

Wow ... even VEX can't remember who Tary got married to ... XD

Flamespeaker Cerkonos? The leader of the Fire Ashari? Hmmmmm ... might be worth a go ...

Oh shit ... ROBBIE'S playing as Cerkonos? Oh, that's so cool! And yeah, Robbie Daymond really is INCAPABLE of playing a character who isn't, like, A TOTAL SNACK, and I love it ... XD

"Sir Grogory Strongjaw" ... Keyleth: "He added a few syllables." Yes. Yes he did ...

Nice going of Vex to just cut to the chase while Keyleth's fumbling talking him into doing something he was ALREADY planning on doing anyway ... XD

Pike's like me, thoroughly enraged by the idea of not finishing a book ... O.O

WHITESTONE!!! Welcome home!

And the Sun Tree! D'awwwwwwww ... :3

The Slayer's Cake! Yay!

A half-elven girl? Is this who I think it is? Oh my gods IT IS!!! Vesper! Hiiiiiiii!!! Oh my gods ... and she's ALREADY swooning over Cerkonos ... XD

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Gwen! Hi sweety! :3

Percival! Yay! Taliesin returns to the table ... meanwhile is the old grouch mellowing a little? Or is it just when he's around Vex?

SCANLAN was Cerkonos' favourite? XD I like that ...and he's VERY BAD at the sexual jokes ... which in his case come across as slightly more risque dad jokes, clearly ... LOL

Oh ... so Scanlan WAS travelling with Dr Dranzel's troupe? At least until Percy stopped caring to keep track of him, anyway.

So Keyleth tries to Scry on Kaylie instead ... not a whole LOT of luck there ... apparently she's asleep ...

Crisis Orbs? Hmmmmmm ...

"The Triple" ... oh, I like that. That's very effective ...

Pike tries to Message Scanlan ... and the others try to convince her to say she's HORNY for only him ... I mean yeah, that might work ...

Matt calls Sam backl to the table ... okay, so that means Scanlan's answering her, then ... okay ... is he having sex right now? At least he said he was in Wildemount ...

Oh boy ... she really is SO BAD AT THIS and I love it ... LOL

Ttat's a pretty non-specific location still ... but at least he's clearly NOT having intercourse, then ...

Pike: "He asxked if it was a booty call. I don't want to respond to that." Grog: "Well we are actively trying to contact him." Pike: "You're so smart, Grog."

Homing in on Scanlan and the troupe ... looks like they MIGHT be able to make it, then ...

Wow, Percy and Vex' kids really are all just COLLECTIVELY adorable, aren't they? :3

The Mask? Percy's mask? Is No Mercy Percy coming along for this ride?

Grog reverts to type and immediately gives himself a massive psychic shock ... Percy you clever and very evil bugger ... you have such a dark sense of humour, I love it ... XD

Awwwww ... I love Percy and Keyleth's friendship vibe SO MUCH ... XD

Setting out through the Sun Tree, then ... and Keyleth of course HAS TO still give a big of ceremony for their departure. And a fond farewell to the De Rolo kids ... awwwww ... but it's also giving me feels ... O.O

I really do hope this isn't the last time one or both of them will see their children ...

Stepping through, then ... and Grog tosses little Vax his petrified poop ... oh boy ...

Stopping the troupe before they get too far away ... and now Vox Machina are finally back together again ... plus one ...

Oooooooooh ... a bit of a glow-up for Scanlan, then ... wait ... oh my fucking gods ... HE'S A FUCKING CENTAUR?!!! Oh ... THEY'RE ALL CENTAURS?!!! What the fuck, guys? O.O

It's TRUE POLYMORPH? Oh shit ... isn't that, like, REALLY HARD to remove?

Cerkonos loves the idea that Scanlan now has a genuine horse cock ... wow ...

Trying to explain what's happening and what's at stake ... oh, yeah ... actually that might work. Vax IS Scanlan's best friend, telling him about him being trapped in the orb would probably do the trick ...

Come on you two, just MAKE UP already ...

I can't believe it's actually GROG who convinces him to come ... but yeah, that worked ...

And THAT'S it for the night? Cool. Does that mean we're starting wit them next time? I could get behind that, definitely ... this has been SO MUCH FUN ...

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corn-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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ARMS TONITE (PT 3)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+)

Warnings: graphic violence, language, torture, thoughts and talk of s*icide, implied r*pe, sadism, Mark is a bad man who does bad things. If I missed any cws, let me know.

DO NOT read this if any of the above warnings trigger you in any way. I'm serious. Take care of yourself <3

This is the third time Mark's drained the tub and yet the water still comes off you pink.

He'd dressed your wounds at the warehouse but then insisted on taking you back to the apartment afterward. A power play, probably, you thought distantly in your mind. Only he can help you in his space.

Your knees are to your chest as Mark gently scrubs along your back yet again. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows and he's been working on you for at least an hour, taking it slow.

"Sit up. Can you sit up for me?"

You mutely obey. He lathers up a loofa to get your neck where most of the blood had sprayed.

You wonder if he even notices the bruises anymore.

That night he doesn't try to fuck you. He gives some physical comfort because you don't have it in you to refuse it right now. His body cradles yours. Not chest to back, he's trying to give you space. But his arm rests under your head and eventually a hand comes to rest across your stomach. You decide it's better to relax into it.

The nightmare is what gets you.

Blood everywhere. More blood than you think should exist in one space and you're drowning in it. You scream and scream and scream as it fills your mouth and threatens your lungs. Somebody, anybody. Please. But no one hears you. No one comes.

You wake with a scream that turns into a sob. Mark is up in an instant and holds you by your shoulders.

"Hey, baby look at me. Hey, it was just a nightmare, alright? Let me get you some water-"

But your fists ball into his shirt as you sob into him and he doesn't leave. You can't take it. You can't take the constant loneliness. Where are the people you were so sure would look for you? You're right under their noses. You could stand stark naked outside in broad daylight and still. They wouldn't see.

You're alone. It's unbearable and carves a hole in your heart. Mark strokes your hair and shushes you, and you feel something creeping into that hole. Like wet cement it pours. The heaviness of it settling sends you back into sleep.

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"Pancakes, with fresh strawberries. Just how you like."

It's true, and you smile a little. Despite it being a Monday, Mark has called in a little late. He's made you breakfast: your favorite pancakes, coffee, juice.

And yet, a small part of you finds it suspicious that he hasn't asked anything of you in what feels like forever.

"Will you be alright? Here, I mean. I gotta go into work."

You sip your coffee. "Like, work work, or..."

He chuckles. "Precinct. Building traps doesn't keep the lights on."

You hum in slight amusement. "Don't quit your day job."

He slips on his suit jacket. "You didn't answer my question. I can still call in."

"I'll be fine." You lie. The mere thought of being alone, even without him, makes you cold.

"Alright." He plants a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll see you when I get home. We'll do something nice, huh?"

"What, are you gonna take me to dinner?"

It's a joke, or half of one at least. Mark smiles, maybe chuckles a little, but leaves without a word, setting the alarm on the door to a password you don't know and locking it with a key you don't have.

So, no dinner.

The smile leaves your face.

You finish breakfast, because why waste perfectly good food? But afterwards you grow antsy. It's not everyday that Mark leaves you alone in his apartment and you aren't sure what to do with yourself. You could flip through books but you won't be able to focus. No magazines or papers; Mark doesn't want you to know what day it is or what's going on outside.

You meander down the hallway. A spacious bathroom, nice master, office space-

The office.

You've never been inside. One jiggle of the knob tells you that it's locked, but you can't imagine Mark keeps the key on him. It's just an office.

You stand on your tippy toes and feel blindly at the top of the door frame, gasping when you actually grab a key. You can't believe your luck.

You open the door. Inside it's a totally normal office, not that you had expected anything dramatic or, worse, bloodied. But everything looks more of the same. Standard issue bookshelves and desk. A plain lamp sits in the corner. There's a filing cabinet you peek into but all you find are personal records and bank statements.

You turn your attention to the desk. Your bandaged hand bites a phantom pain at you at the mere sight of the thing. Now...what might Mark Hoffman be hiding in his desk behind locked doors?

Remarkably, it's nothing. A lockbox, probably containing his social security card. You shift it around and hear what you assume is a gun also inside. Nothing interesting, nothing useful (unless you suddenly learn how to crack a lockbox).

So, unsatisfied, you lock the door back and return the key. You wander to the bathroom. You look in the mirror and wince at the person looking back. She's not you. Her skin is still stained just barely pink from the blood. Her hair is limp. She's frail, skinny, lifeless.

She's everything you can't imagine yourself being.

But then, a realization creeps up on you.

How could Amanda's torture have helped you at all?

It, along with everything else, has turned you into this thing.

Because now Mark sees you as fragile. Something to take care of. In his eyes, you killed for them. Almost lost your hand for them. All this time, and not a word. But so much blood.

You aren't a threat. You're on their side.

Whether this was Amanda's intended outcome is irrelevant. You doubt she ever even intended to make good on her promise. It doesn't matter.

You are weak, small and helpless. You are everything you need to no longer be a threat.

You'd be offended if it didn't make you so goddamned hopeful.

You're not even thinking straight. You slip on real clothes and a pair of sneakers. All you have to do is get through the door. How stupid could he be to just leave you here! Did you really put on that good of a show???

You consider alternatives for the door. Breaking it down is probably a no go. You could try to crack the alarm system but know almost for certain it'll alert Mark as soon as it's tampered with. And the deadbolt is another issue entirely.

That puts the door at the very bottom of the list.

Okay, now windows. You're up on a second floor which isn't ideal, but it's doable. There's no fire escape so you'd have to jump it. Again, not ideal, especially if you fracture an ankle and need to run.

But, it doesn't look like you have much of a choice.

You check all the windows. The only one with even a remotely safe landing point looks to be one out the back of the bedroom, and only because there's a line of shrubs that border an expansive construction site. It has caused you many a sleepless night.

Of course, when you go to open the window, it doesn't budge. Whether it's jammed, sealed, or stuck from years of neglect, you can't get it open.

You bite your tongue and look around. Something hard and heavy, something throwable.

Aha, a weird decorative ball...thing.

Bless Mark and his bizarre taste in decor.

It's literally just a heavy glass ball, the kind that has bubbles in it so it gives you something to look at and think "wow, how'd they do that?"

You worry a little for the glass against glass and whether that'll even work or not. But the thing is fucking heavy. And for safe measure, not that you're sure it'll do anything, you drop it inside one of Mark's satin pillowcases. You'll say this for Mark: he knows how to take care of his hair.

You plant your feet on the floor and give the pillowcase a few testing swings to get a feel for it.

Yeah, you definitely only get one shot with this.

You inwardly count down. One, two, three!

You swing the ball and smash it into the window with a precision you can't quite believe. And while the ball shatters upon impact, it does leave a sizeable hole in the window. You grab a towel from the bathroom and use it to punch out any remaining glass.

You can't fucking believe it. You actually pulled that off. You're giddy with excitement. You're so close.

You look down and gauge the distance to the shrubs. They look thick, enough to break your fall at least a little. It's about a fifteen foot drop, and subtract your standard height from that, assuming you dangle yourself from the window.

Yeah, it should work. Should, being the operative word.

You ball up the towel and use it to project your hands as you climb your way out of the window. Your damaged hand screams in protest and bleeds through your bandages but that's a concern for another day. A day when you're free.

You let your feet dangle. The fall from here doesn't look so bad.

That's when you see the car tearing down the road.

You don't even hesitate to drop yourself. You land in the shrub, but only partially and you roll onto the curb of the blocked street. You groan and for a moment even forget the fact that you just saw his car.

You remember as soon as hands grip your shoulders.

You remember as you're thrown into the back seat.

Your stomach sinks. Sinks and drips through you into a frozen hell below. That has to be better than whatever awaits you.

You feel it in every fiber of your being. You can feel his rage in every particle of the air around you.

Oh my god just kill me, you think. Please, don't make me endure any more.

"Did you seriously think I didn't have the house bugged?" His hands tighten around the steering wheel. You draw into yourself. "Did you really think I was gonna let you get away? Huh?!" He slams his hand and you flinch. "God, you are going to regret this. You're gonna regret this so much you'll wish you're dead."

And with that, some of the fear subsides.

"I already do."

"Shut the fuck up."

"What can you possibly do to me that you haven't already done?"

His eyes find you in the rearview mirror and all the panic wells up in you again.

"Oh sweetheart...so much."

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He drags you into the warehouse by your hair, passing Amanda as she works at a bench. She turns to face you all and where you expect a smile, you see none. She almost looks... disappointed.

You expect him to take you to your room but he turns down a hall and leads you somewhere you've never been. You fight against him to obviously no avail.

He throws you into a room. It's fairly empty, save a table with some tools and a solitary chair. Whatever this room is for, it hasn't seen use in a while.

You do your best to scramble away from Mark but a fist collides with your cheek and sends you spinning onto the ground. You spit out blood and a tooth.

He straddles your chest and hits you again- two more times. Then he has hands on your throat.

"What do I have to do-" he squeezes. "To get it through your fucking head? You're not getting out, and you're not dying until I say so."

The worst words you can hear.

You start screaming because what else are you supposed to do?

"Here, lemme help."

Mark produces a knife and stabs you in the shoulder like it's nothing. Your screams grow louder. He stands.

"Keep trying! I don't think they can hear you!"

You're sobbing and your good hand comes around to yank the knife out, but before you can reach it, Mark has brought his boot down into your injured hand. Hard.

White hot pain takes a hold of your vision and you swear your body seizes up for a moment.

He brings the boot down again. And again. You can't breathe.

"Mark- Mark! Please!"

"Please what? Please don't hurt me? I'll be good? Fuck that. No more begging. No more lying-" one final stomp and he really digs into it. You wouldn't be surprised if your hand is mostly gone. You certainly can't feel anything that was suggest otherwise. "No more mercy. I am gonna use you for the one thing I took you for. And when I am done, then I will kill you. But I am going to make it as slow and painful as possible. Starting with this."

He picks you up and throws you against the table, then forces you to bend over it with a cruel hand knotted into your hair.

"Wait, wait Mark Mark Mark-"

He picks up your head and slams it back down hard enough to blur your vision. You feel blood.

You hear his belt coming undone. You feel your pants drop. And he was right. There is no mercy.

Afterwards, he leaves you. Doesn't bother taking any of the tools because he genuinely doesn't think you have it in you to kill yourself. At least not right now. You're laying on the floor. You try to focus on the cool concrete under your skin. You try to ignore the many parts of you that are bleeding.

You almost got away. You were so close. You'd cry if you could.

After a while you hear the door creak open again and you don't move because you can't.

"Jesus..."

It's Amanda. You've never heard her shocked before.

"I didn't think-" but she doesn't finish. She kneels beside you. You don't look at her.

"In my defense, I really did think you'd make it out."

"Just leave the door open," you mutter. "That's all you have to do. Just leave it open."

Your words barely sound like words due to the missing teeth and swelling face. Amanda brushes some hair that is sticky with blood.

"I really do hate him," she muses. "And you... you're not half bad, you know?"

"Please..." you mumble. "If you won't help me, kill me. Please."

"You don't even wanna see what your hand looks like right now," she says with a chuckle, abruptly changing the subject before standing. "Anyway, you've got plenty of tools here. Finish the job yourself."

She leaves. Minutes later you roll over, try to sit up. You can't, but you do notice something.

The door to the room is wide open.

You know you won't get a chance like this again.

You crawl your way to the door and use the handle to help yourself stand. Then, remembering yourself, you limp back to the table and grab one of the knives with your working hand. You don't even bother to look at the other.

You limp back towards the door. You look both ways into the hall but don't give much thought to the possibility of Mark being there. If he's still in the building, he would be in the room with you.

You go. You try to be quick but you know there's no real reason to rush yet. Amanda's not going to stop you. You only don't know how long it'll be before Mark comes back.

You limp down the stairs and spot Amanda. You freeze for a moment, and she watches you, then looks back down whatever she's tinkering with. You could cry. You can see the door. You have no way of getting home but that's the farthest thing from your mind.

You limp into the hallway, but you are suddenly blocked by-

"Mr. Kramer!"

You jump back. He's in his wheelchair, sitting in an adjoining doorway, almost like he's waiting for you. He says nothing, only gazes up at you with those small, all-seeing eyes. You can't even imagine the state of yourself.

"Mr. Kramer... please..."

Your voice wavers. Your whole body shakes. At your words, John chuckles.

"Such with the formalities." He pushes himself up from the chair and suddenly Amanda is at his side. "For what it's worth, I'm truly sorry for what my apprentice has done to you. He is misguided. He's not long for this word. His foolishness will catch up with him soon enough."

Your eyes dart to your right, to the doors. You know they both notice this, but neither move.

"...You're not gonna stop me?"

"I don't see any reason to. I'm an old man. A dying one. My work here is almost complete. I see no reason to deprive you of the rest of your life, which you so clearly cherish."

You gasp and sob. You want to hug the man.

"Thank you," you breathe. Turning, you go towards your escape. But the creaking of the doors stops you and you spin on your heels back towards John and Amanda, the only two people that you can rely on right now. You don't know how much John will fight Mark about you, and Amanda is a total wild card. Still, you lean on the wall near them as Mark swings the doors open and strides in, and when he sees you, he clearly wasn't expecting you to get out of that room alone.

His eyes shift between you, Amanda, and John, and he laughs.

"I didn't think you had it in you."

"You honestly think I'd sooner let you hurt me again, or even kill myself before I tried to run?"

Mark sighs and shakes his head.

"You never learn."

He makes a move towards you and you squeal and turn to the wall like it's going to save you somehow. But the blow never lands. He's quiet for a moment, then,

"Move."

You get the idea he's not saying it to you. You turn your head. Amanda has placed herself between the two of you.

Amanda doesn't budge.

"Mark," John says softly. "Let her go. It's time."

"She'll tell everyone," Mark hisses to his mentor.

"That's a risk you took when you brought her here," Amanda says, pointing to Mark's chest.

"Let her tell. It won't matter soon, anyway."

Mark's burning eyes move to you again. Oh, how only a few hours ago- or was it a day? You can't remember. However long ago, his eyes had almost, almost spelled comfort. He'd bathed you, fed you, held you as you cried.

But he'd also hurt you in the most unspeakable ways.

You know which motivates you more.

"All I want to do is get out of this god-forsaken city and scrub my body of you," you spit at Mark, your voice going raw at the emotion. "Maybe I will tell. But you'll never see me again. That much I can guarantee you."

"Mark, let her go," John repeats. And for the first time, you see Mark in true distress. He can't decide who to hate, or who to curse at. His breathing is growing labored in his quiet fury and he finally turns to you and grips your jaw with a tight, gloved hand.

"Hoffman-" Amanda warns.

"Shut the fuck up," Mark hisses back at her. He looks you in the eyes. "Run. Tell anybody. Do whatever you want. But the next time I see you-"

"Never-"

"The next time I see you, it's over."

And for a moment, however brief, you see in his eyes, past the cold sadism and mania, that he doesn't want to let you go. Perhaps not because of the violence or the punishment of it all. But maybe, just maybe, you were something he needed.

But he releases his hold on you with a toss and you stumble towards the exit. You don't turn around to look at Amanda or John. Don't cry or hesitate. You blow through the doors, stutter down the steps, and you run. You run so very far and for so very long. You don't know where you're going next, and right now you don't care. The sun is warm and hopeful on your skin. The salty air from the waterfront stings your lacerations but you don't care. You are free. You are free.

You are free.

#mark hoffman #saw fanfic #mark hoffman x reader #angst #fanfiction

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months ago

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BPP, I've been waiting to see if you would talk about the weverse article but since no one has asked I'm going to. Wth is Hybe doing? 1st Jhope "leads contemporary" and then Namjoon, THEE Namjoon who created the whole idea of Spring Day isn't mentioned at all. Please tell me your thoughts. Sure lets say Hybe hates Jimin but now they hate Namjoon too? It makes no sense for something like this to come from Hybe writers.

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For anyone who hasn't read the article yet, here's the English version and I suggest you skim it at least so you know what's actually written.

Anon, yours is actually the first ask I've gotten on it today, and your gut feeling that it's not usually staff writers at Weverse pushing out these articles is correct - I've written about how the magazine works before and it's usually Korean critics who are contracted to write pieces. But this time, the article is actually written by a staff writer, the Editor in Chief of Weverse Magazine to be exact, Kang Myeongseok - the same guy who authored the BTS book.

I understand why you're left scratching your head after reading it, and I've pointed out the magazine's shoddy writing before, but I think this latest issue is partly an instance of context lost in translation.

iMO, the point of the article is three things:

To use the upcoming anniversary of Spring Day to remind people who haven't yet purchased the BTS book, to get it.

To remind people that BTS are in fact still the top group and it's songs like Spring Day that gained them acclaim.

To tie Spring Day into the album narrative of BTS.

The point of the article isn't to give an accounting of how Spring Day was made or who led it, and you can glean this from how RM making the song is given only a sentence in the article -

"RM이 ‘BEYOND THE STORY : 10-YEAR RECORD OF BTS’에서 “한국 사람들 사이에서 오래 가고 싶은 노래”를 만들고 싶었다고 말했던 소망은 현실이 되었다."

- all that says is that RM's dream of making a touching song happened with Spring Day.

Two members are used as touchpoints: Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongi because his personal story ties literally to the lyrics, and Hoseok because his interpretive dance piece incorporating b-boying and contemporary elements, is the piece which introduces the Wings/You Never Walk Alone album on which Spring Day is on. It's also Hoseok who starts the dance in the choreography alongside Jimin - the language in the article implies the author is talking about Hoseok literally starting the song in the stage performance with Jimin. It's also a continuation of how Hoseok's dance piece is what starts the album. The mention of contemporary dancing with Jimin should've been highlighted more prominently, but the following mentions of contemporary dancing in the article (eg Black Swan) is referring to the group as a whole. Not Hoseok and not Jimin.

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Like I said, the point of the article doesn't appear to be a detailed account of how BTS made Spring Day or the contemporary dancing strength of the group. The two key members for both things - Namjoon and Jimin - are given only a cursory mention at best. I don't think anybody reading the article in Korean, or even English, will come away thinking that's the point. The article honestly just reads like an elaborate ad for the BTS book using the 7th year anniversary of Spring Day as the catalyst.

Is this worth any of the hysteria I've been seeing on Twitter? No. In my opinion. But I also won't really fault anyone feeling some type of way about the article. Weverse in general does a shitty job with their feature pieces. They deserve all the criticism. The only thing they seem to do decently enough is their interviews.

#bts #weverse magazine #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #jimin

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sunflower-reaper · 7 months ago

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MORE FLORA RAMBLES LETS GOOOO let's talk about their first date w/ luci bc I'm in that mood today lmao

So. Flora has been at the hotel for about.... 6-7 months now. They've been through a bunch of stuff with the gang, including another extermination lead by Lute and Lucifer's twin brother, Michael.

They've developed a nice sort of friendship with Lucifer at this point. They both trust each other a lot (Flora has more than proven themselves at this point to him, especially after they cleaned house in the last extermination), and they both look out for each other.

Flora knows at this point they're crushing hard, but tends to push down their feelings, because a) they have an important job to do and b) it's not like Lucifer would just leave his wife, who he's been with for 10,000+ years, just to be with them.

And then. The flirting starts.

At first, it's small stuff-- little things could be dismissed as compliments or off handed jokes.

But soon, Lucifer starts getting.... bolder. He starts placing gentle little touches to their wrist or their back. He drops every conceivable line you can imagine. He smiles at them in a particular way, with a certain look in his eyes that they can't make sense of.

Then, one day, Flora notices something about him. Something they can't believe they missed.

His wedding band was gone.

Flora doesn't really know what it means, or how long ago he took it off, but it does get a reaction out of them, turning their face pink as they think of the possibilities.

Lucifer clocks their reaction immediately. He takes this as his chance.

"Hey, so like... I was just wondering. Are you, seeing anybody right now?"

Flora blinks, their brain struggling to catch up. "Oh-- no, not... not really."

Lucifer gives them that smile then, gently rubbing circles on the back of their hand. "Would you like to?" He asks, his eyes having that look they can't decipher in them again.

They are so caught off guard, but they tell him yes anyway.

Their date is the following week, and on the days leading up to it, Flora agonizes over it. Mainly, their outfit. They want to impress him, after all!

(Not that it mattered much, Flora could have shown up in a sweatshirt and some jeans and they would have been the prettiest thing in the room to him, lmao)

They end up dressing up just the right amount, as Lucifer takes them to a private little spot where a select few are allowed to go, namely overlords and various royalties. They have dinner, and spend the whole night chatting together. He tells them all kinds of stories from his time in hell, from the great war, to cute stories of Charlie from when she was a baby.

After dinner, Lucifer takes them back to Morningstar Manor, and shows them the almost endless library his family had.

"When Charlie was little," he says, a fondness to his voice, "she had a bit of a knack for reading. So, for her birthday, I made her this place... and for a long time, I think it served as a place of solace for her. I hope it did." He pauses, watching Flora take in the place with a look of wonder on their face. "It hasn't seen much use the last couple years, and I know you like books, so... I thought you'd like it."

Flora looks back to him, feeling happier than they had in a long, long time. No one had ever done something like this for them before. "Thank you." They say, sounding really happy.

They head back to the hotel after that, and Lucifer, not wanting the night to end, invites them up to his suite and this is where it gets a little spicy.

They sit and talk for a bit, but eventually they end up getting a little closer than Flora realized, and they freeze. Lucifer takes the initiative and makes the first move.

"Flora," he says, hand reaching up and touching their cheek, "could I kiss you?"

Flora feels their heartbeat pick up, and they subconsciously lean into his touch. "Please," they say, almost sounding like they're begging him.

He wastes no time, immediately claiming their lips, and they cling to him. He holds them to his torso, his fingers threading carefully into their hair. Flora gasps at the feeling of the slight tug.

He shivers, deepening the kiss gently.

They part for air, and Flora feels like their heart is going to explode.

"Lord," he breathes, "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

They make out for a while (Luci def leaves some marks on their neck) but they don't get much more intimate than though.

(Lucifer really, really wanted to, but he actively didn't because if does go that far with Flora, he wants it to be special. Something he dedicates the whole night to.)

That'd pretty much where it ends-- Lucifer walks them back to their room and gives them one last kiss and tells them good night.

Flora doesn't sleep that night. They're too hyperactive.

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin oc #luci ❤️#oc: flora🌻#fic: deadly sunflowers

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motherthroat · 1 year ago

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ok see now i'm gonna go down the list again n send u a novel bc quite frankly i'm relentless n want to know wht three emojis u wouldn’t give me + clown around Together 😇

🍪 - this is a given and my motivation behind handcuffing us together for all of eternity duhhh<3

💥 - this is visible to anyone with eyes but i do understand tht it may be nice to hear so yes mori ur layout is very pleasing 👍

🚬 - you Are cool, n perhaps intimidatingly so, but not to me bc you’ve been soft w me before n even tho you're taller.. in my heart, you're my height. or shorter :3

🍜 - see i can’t say this bc i feel like ur skills cannot be imitated bc wht infuses such flavor into ur work is the fact tht it comes from You n it has ur heart in it. so. i will leave all of tht to you n all of the fawning n rabid cheerleading to me 😌

🧠 - yes i learn that there are indeed intelligent life forms out there which is always reassuring and desperately needed in these dark times amen 🙏

suddenly blind and unable to read idk wht the next emoji is omg 404 blue screen of death currently buffering only to finally load…..

🍧 - yes. u are. n i remember sometimes going “omgggg am i special… seeing the soft underside… 🥹👉👈” heheheheheh but again this is jus a Given like. nods at u

🧢 - see idk if i have the proper qualifications to determine whether or not ur a Bro and i would hate to be misdiagnosing out here 😞

🫀 - ok so see the thing abt this one is tht i’m actually a goodie two shoes tht can’t fight n has nonexistent arm strength so this whole killing someone n digging a grave thing would have to perhaps fall to u like . it’s almost a cannibal au situation except we’re not eating them yk? 🫶 but i would offer emotional support ofc n a moist towelette to wipe the blood off. sooo ride or die as in that + i'm your chihuahua guard dog tht would bite anyone's ankle <3 (but this is also a given bc again: the handcuffs. would i cuff us if we weren't ride or dies? exactly.)

🗣 - the thing abt this one is i’d be happy tht ur out there thriving living ur life or i’d assume tht u were here but deleted ur posts before i woke up / logged in bc the alternative would also kill me immediately </3

the only time i’d ever send u a tomato is if i were gently placing one in ur hand bc we were in the kitchen cooking something delicious n u asked me to get u one :) peace n luv on planet earth

i made tht small text n it's still long as hell . rip

𝄢 hey 😎

🍪 ─ u're v fascinating n i mean that. even if u do smth incredibly weird that'll annoy me i'd still go hmm i can fix them. or not bc i'll most likely be knee-deep joining u on wtvr u're doing. u make my ti-dom...... ti-domming

💥 ─ the fact that i'm ur moot rn is prove bc ppl w horrid sense of aesthetic just existing piss me off

🫂 ─ a given. in fact, u can bring up the most outta nowhere, embarassing topic n i won't ever think fuck this lil weirdo asking me stupid shit. tho if it's trivial matters like a post reminding me of u, i prefer to interact publicly. for no rzn................

🚬 ─ no ♡ u are cool... the way i find will byers cool. unintimidatingly so. n the fact that i'm shorter in ur heart is actually sickening to read ngl. this is us denise, this is how we look side by side ↓ 1.) i can rest my chin on top of ur head 2.) if i'm any shorter then we'd both be chihuahua material which is wrong

🍜 ─ ur ability to befriend anyone quick n be generally likable instead of mr. oversuspicious who yells at anybody stepping on his lawn due to a few bad experiences x

❤️‍🔥 ─ do i need to say anyth. c'mon. c'mon. everytime i log in, i wonder what's denise gonna say today abt raggedy ass ppl n what cute stuff is denise gonna come up w. u helplessly dying on the floor due to ur lactose intolerance for the 5th time is Content. atp i'm an enjoyer of a whole denise* not just denise the st blog

🧠 ─ maybe. not necessarily learning new things but being reassured that smone hasn't forgotten the thing

─ ok? i was making a creamy red sauce rigatoni w flan as dessert n u gotta pay the kiss the cook toll to even get the flan i put on the upper shelf but ig smone is full. more for me 🙄

🍧 ─ another given. n here's the thing: i don't like it when ppl get 💗💞💓💕💖-coddly w me. s not inherently bad, just that a lot of em expect u to match energies/respond similarly which is. i don't do that. n i don't like how fragile sm mutualships can be over it. but i don't mind u barfing ur love all over my activity partly bc ik uk how i am n none of my painstaking push n pull will deter u + it's U. that's it

🧢 ─ pft no. never even crossed my mind. u hv ZERO bro energy

🫀─ i knew u have the arm strength of soggy fries so i alrd fully assigned myself to do the brute work yes. on a srs note, u're my Friend friend. now me making a distinction between a friend n a Friend friend seems terrible but the latter isn't just existing in the same space peacefully, no, i wanna get to a point where u n i fight over small things n make up 5 mins later. i want us to bonk e/o on the heads. i want sm henpecking going on when necessary. ik u can be relied on for that level of #trust

❤️‍🩹 ─ *n this is why i wanna meet u irl. i want this so bad it's actually embarassing

🗣 ─ yes but if u're enjoying life away from this lawless wasteland n its chronically online weirdos i can do nothing but let u be. get that fresh O². touch that grass

🍅 ─ why the hell would i give u this. why. not in a million yrs. unless... ☹ peace n luv on planet earth indeed. later i'm peeling chilled fruits n sharing it w u on the front porch as we watch the sun set alongside édith piaf's hymne à l'amour

#inbox #long post

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ferromagnetiic · 11 months ago

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"Heard you can control magnetism and I can't help but wonder how that works exactly. I mean technically all matter is magnetic, some more than others, but you catch my drift." Undeterred the brunet genius carries on. "So are you creating your own magnetic field then and can manipulate how electrons interact with each other or are you limited to the usual type of ferromagnetism? If it's the latter, do you need a certain percentage of, lets say iron, in a material so your powers have an effect on them? Or does it not matter?

To say that Tony thought about this a lot would be an understatement.

[Feel free to ignore this if you want, he's just been curious and wants to know everything about Kids powers >:) ]

【 UNPROMPTED ASK. 】 @ravarui 【 Tony 】

It's not often someone takes the time to inquire about the mechanics of his devil fruit ability, and it's even less often that he answers them sincerely. On occasion his nakama have tempted him with the question, though more often than not, the individual asking hasn't been expecting a sincere explanation and they tended to give up trying to make sense of him halfway through. Kid remains notoriously terrible at explaining things. He works on visuals and feelings, and has a tendency to leave out important details; he gets irritable when people don't already know the basic principals he's relying on and he has to go back and explain things further. Most commonly, anyone who investigates how his abilities function will get a clipped answer something along the lines of ❛ Because I ate a rotten fruit, now quit worryin' about it. ❜ Over time, similarly to a father who does not have the energy to explain complicated subjects to their infant child, he started to give up on trying to go into graphic detail of how he was able to control magnetic properties, and tends to not even bother.

This time, it is not his loyal friends asking him at all. It is a total stranger, no less, and his paranoia of what consequences may occur if he provides untrustworthy people with too much information is rearing its ugly head. He doesn't know this guy, so why should he hand out all his secrets to him for him to use as his pleases? Why should he give him an opportunity to use his honesty against him? Distributing free instruction manuals for his devil fruit powers to anybody who asks is a horrible idea, and this particular man in question doesn't exactly strike him as someone stupid enough to find this information utterly useless. He's composed, well kept, displaying a degree of quiet confidence that doesn't need to be boldly stated. Kid can read his intelligence in the way his eyes move — focused, attentive, but yet somehow simultaneously distracted, as if he's juggling multiple thoughts and ideas whilst still effortlessly managing to carry their conversation. He reminds Kid of the people who have the ability to both read a book and speak to others at the same time, without one action compromising the other. People like him put him on guard. The ones who didn't need to demonstrate their intelligence were generally the most dangerous.

Maybe he was an undercover marine? His clothes didn't match, but that didn't prove his innocence. His well-groomed appearance seemed like something a marine would want to don, anyway. He should dismiss the question and tell him to fuck right off and leave him alone. None of his business, was it?

...Still.

He seems to know what he's talking about. At least, more than the last person who tried to make sense of Kid's powers. He wondered how much he could even really do with the most basic walkthrough of how his magnetism functioned. Understanding a concept didn't necessarily make that information particularly helpful, after all.

Besides. Something about this man was intriguing to Kid. He could sense something he couldn't name; a very particular energy that he can't pin down. At the very least, he detected no active hostility from him. Kid considered himself to be fairly good at reading people when he wanted to — this is partially due to honing his haki to be especially sensitive to the auras surrounding a person and recognizing how to detect any malice in their intentions, but additionally, it was also simply a learned behavior that stemmed from having a dear friend who could not regularly show his face. He learned to understand body language in order to adapt for his sake. Movements. Tone of voice. Choice of wording. This man was not giving off obvious signals of being an enemy, at least for now.

Kid watches him for a long time. He sucks his teeth, making an audible clicking sound with his tongue when he releases them. He's trying to decide if it's worth it or not.

Well, maybe an incredibly vague rundown of his powers wouldn't be the worst thing. He could leave out anything that might be readily used against him, and he could stop if the stranger started probing for more than he was willing to offer. Even if Kid didn't trust him, he did pique his curiosity.

❝ Ya answered yer own question. 'S like ya said — everything is kinda magnetic; just not always enough to do a whole lot with. ❞

There's a slight pause here as he shifts on his seat, leaning his right elbow to rest against his knee. He deeply exhales as he moves, in a way one might expect from a much older gentleman, rather than a healthy young man in his early twenties.

❝ Ya know all about atoms, don't ya? I ain't gonna explain that shit if ya don't. ❞

He should, since he already brought up electrons. This isn't necessarily a subtle insult. Multiple members of his crew had a limited understanding of basic scientific principals due to their upbringing and home environment. It wasn't unusual for his question to be answered 'no', and at which point, Kid was quick to lose interest in continuing the conversation. Trying to tell someone that there are tiny little specs smaller than dust that made up everything in the universe sounded like the nonsensical ramblings of a madman. The only reason he even knew about the existence of atoms to begin with was because Old Man Ketil had taken the time to tutor him, even if he hadn't been particularly happy about it at the time.

The stranger doesn't stop him, so Kid continues.

❝ Atoms have their own force fields, right? They got their core — their nucleus, protons, neutrons — then ya got the space around them, these little... loops, I guess. Yer electrons spin and orbit and make these electrical rings that circle them. When they move in the same direction, that's their magnetic field, right? This charge that goes all around the core. ❞

He can already feel himself struggling to tell what areas should elaborate on, and what he should skim over. He wonders how long it will take for the stranger to give up trying to follow.

❝ It ain't like I can see atoms or some shit; that's not what my fruit does. But I don't need to, 'cause I can feel those loops. See, the Jiki Jiki no Mi, it gives that magnetic charge a physicality. It makes it tangible. Makes ya more aware of it being there. So every one of those loops stops being this force ya can't touch, and instead it's like, they're all made of strands of thread, or silk or somethin'. Ya try to touch one strand of silk, it's just gonna break. Ya can't move anythin' with one strand of silk. But when ya get a fuck ton of those strands all together, and ya grab them all at once.... ❞

To demonstrate, he makes a tight fist with his right hand. In conjunction, an empty, partially crushed beer can that he had earlier discarded on the ground then begins to levitate, moving closer towards him and hovering just inches below his enclosed palm; it deliberately swings, almost as if he's trying to make it resemble a yoyo on an invisible string.

❝ — That's how ya make rope. Then ya just gotta tug that rope in the right direction. Ya gotta decide if ya want to attract or repel, and it's like contractin' the muscles in yer arm. ❞

He squeezes his fist closer towards his bicept at this, tensing the muscle fibers below his skin. But then, he slackens, and releases his fist entirely, letting the can immediately succumb to gravity and fall to the ground with a tinny clang.

❝ Anyway, that's why it ain't easy to, say, control blood through the iron cells. The iron is too diluted; not enough to grab onto. Doesn't do shit. ❞

The average human being has approximately around four grams of iron in their body, though the exact quantity depends on a large number of variables. When that's dispersed, there isn't a whole lot of force to be created from moving those individual iron molecules. What created significantly more force than moving those four grams of iron was Kid's fist, punching them in the gut at full strength and rupturing their spleen. However, that didn't mean he wasn't capable of magnetizing the human body at all; since his devil fruit's awakening, he has since acquired the ability to do just that.

❝ — But if ya can give tangible loops to any atom, ya can start makin' the whole person into one huge magnet, and ya don't have to worry about findin' the right cells to single out. Ya just start screwin' with the electrons to stitch stronger loops to all the atoms, even if they're usually too weak to do anythin' with. ❞

The problem with that was the energy expenditure required to create a significant magnetic field for almost every individual atom that made up a human person, as well as the concentration it took. It was a work in progress, and admittedly, even just being able to do it for a short amount of time was impressive enough; but this skill is still in its primitive stages, and requires significant work before it is honed to its fullest potential. He still has yet to master isolating oxygen atoms in order to repel them from a person's body and suffocate them, for example. When it came to ambitious desires, Kid always preferred to go big. He longs for the day that he can control the entire world through its geomagnetic field. He impatiently waits for the day that he can hold the entire Earth hostage, if such a thing were possible. He has visions of controlling the tides of the seas through the movements of the moon, and the ground would split apart at his will, because the stranger was right — magnetism is potentially present in all things, if he is only able to utilize it, manipulate it, and create that which he needed in order to control anything he desired. Playing God has nothing to do with it; he just enjoys tearing things apart for the sake of seeing how they work.

This is an awful lot of time spent on conversing with someone he doesn't even know. He doesn't feel particularly compelled to elaborate in too much more detail beyond this, though the explanation is certainly missing some key elements. Manipulating the shape of magnetic materials was more complicated than simply moving an object around in the air, and involved more focused work on pinpointing individual areas and applying force to alter the structure of the metal, as if he were playing cat's cradle. Altering the patterns of electrons and changing the relationship between north and south poles were other topics that he didn't need to bother with right now. Whatever. He got his answer. Maybe's Kid would give him a few crumbs more if he bought him another beer or something. Dinner, maybe. Was he even listening? If he wasted all that time yapping to this guy and he wasn't even paying attention, Kid might just shoot him in the head out out of sheer annoyance.

❝ Ya get all that shit, Buttercup? ❞

#ravarui #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | GET OUT OF MY WAY | ask. 】#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】#long post #// Thank you so much for this ask!!! it's so rare i get to talk about my hcs for the science behind kid's DF #// so i was really happy thank u!!!#// i have to put like a whole bunch of disclaimers here.#// first disclaimer. i don't know how well understood the existence of atoms are in the OP universe #// it's hard to tell what the general education system is like in OP. it seems to vary based on island to island.#// but my backstory for Kid is that his ancestors were scientists so I'm giving him a free pass even if that's not common knowledge.#// secondly. this explanation of how magnetism works is intentionally extremely butchered.#// because i'm having to mix science with an element of fantasy and then getting Kid to relay that to someone else #// and kid is supposed to be notoriously shit at teaching science it is a quirk i gave him.#// so i'm sure someone will see this and be like. ryan that isn't how magnets woRK #// and i'm just blaming all of that on kid.#// anyway thank u tony this ask made me happy i hope they can be friends.#// kid calling tony stark buttercup is now one of my favorite posts i have made.#// sorry this long

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ernmark · 2 years ago

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Please tell me about those Hunter fics, I'm gonna be watching the finale with my sister this weekend

These are two fic ideas that came from conversations with a friend of mine when the most recent episode came out, both focusing on Hunter post-series and how profoundly fucked up he is on an interpersonal level, and how much his found family is trying to be gentle about it.

In one:

Willow learned a long time ago to be careful about asking Hunter for something. Maybe it was part of being a Grimwalker, or maybe it was just the unavoidable result of having Bellos whispering in your ear from the moment you first stepped into the world, but in his mind there wasn’t much difference between a suggestion, a request, and an order. Not that he couldn’t refuse-- he’d done that even as the Golden Guard, after all-- but he didn’t want to. Following orders pleased the people who gave them. And he wanted to please them. He wanted that more than anything. More than he wanted rest after a day of being overloaded. More than he wanted to finish his latest sewing project. Even more than he didn’t want to throw up when Luz suggested they get curry (it was Camilla who discovered his coconut allergy after two months of regular patronage to the local Thai place).

This gets especially concerning now that he and Willow are dating, so she has Luz start recommending Hunter fanfics so that she can take notes on his reactions to various stuff within them without him feeling like he has to go along with whatever she wants to do.

The other is just lots of Hunter being an anxious frantic little mess who hasn't really had any kind of non-professional relationship before meeting this group, so he's a little confused. And a lot anxious.

Hunter has a hard time differentiating relationships, okay? Gus is his fandom friend and Luz is his Big Heavy Feelings friend and Willow is his kissing friend. Lots of people have kissing friends, it’s in plenty of fics, after all. But he’s been reading more about relationships lately, and he’s come to the conclusion that he’s done something horrible: that he’s manipulated Willow into a relationship with him. Because he knows she’d never actually want that! And she’s too sweet to know how much it means to him when she kisses him, when probably she just thinks it’s funny when he gets all flustered and blushy like that. Luz is listening to all this, and she’s just dumbfounded. “Hunter, what exactly are you wanting to know?” “Just-- do you think she likes me?” “Willow.” “Yes.” “Your girlfriend Willow?” Why does she say it like that? Of course Willow is his girlfriend. Though these days womanfriend is probably more accurate. But lots of his friends are girls, and Luz doesn’t seem to see the need to specify anybody else’s gender like that. Except for Amity’s, but only sometimes. He really should ask about that. “...Yes?”

#writing #the owl house #hunter owl house #ask meme

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poisonsage808 · 2 years ago

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alrightie, alrightie, here I come with my ship request:

can I please get a romantic ship for myself, pretty please? thank you!

I go by she/her and I am bisexual

for fandoms I am fine with either HOTD or GOT, whoever you think will fit better.

I am average height and with an average body (and a feature on myself that I don't really like are my hips dips). I wear glasses (as I tend to see all the world blurred without them) and I do look every inch the Clark Kent aesthetic of the good-hearted nerd. I have brown eyes and I dyed my hair to be a more orange-y brown (does that make sense? but it's a middle way between straight up red hair and brown). I also tan a lot in the summer (except my face, since I am always holding a book over it, whenever I got to he beach).

when I am not writing, cursing Tumblr or having exam, I enjoy reading, watching TV series and crafting beads necklaces and bracelets since I can't stay still unless I am doing something with my hands; I enjoy putting on makeup and find it quite relaxing and for the sake of my own health I need to start every morning with my four steps skincare routine.

I'd describe myself as the anxious girlie that has this scary aura but really hasn't tried to communicate with anybody because she is scared of making a fool of herself. I am a perfectionist with a pendant for rules and routines, although I can be quite clumsy and totally forgetful as I am always stuck into my own reality. I enjoy creating, whether it is in writing, crafting or using my bullet journal. I am an INFP and a scorpio sun, pisces moon and libra rising (and I live by that religiously)

I enjoy: the color purple, being on time, academic validation, new books, old vintage stores in the open air and nice overpriced cafes (although I shouldn't drink it because 1) I don't like the taste, 2) it's bad for the anxiety), and one day I'll just make good on my promise to either buy a bookstore and sell books while I appear as the mysterious and edgy shop clerk or disappear in the woods to write my own novels and support myself economically.

I dislike: pushy people, late people, and I can tell from a mile whether somebody is fake or not; I also don't forgive and forget easily, although I am extremely non-confrontational (to the point of discomfort). I dislike also ignorance and arrogance (although I think that to be confident is a good thing, putting others off for the sake of making yourself better is a red flag to me).

aesthetically my friends would describe me as either the pastel Taylor Swift girl or the light academia overworked student.

fun facts about me:

everybody finds it strange that I am a girly girl who likes also sports (such as Motorsport and F1), but I enjoy watching sports either alone or with my family and it's a bonding thing among me and my sister.

I had and still have an obsession with anything mythological and it influenced greatly the career path that I took (not me on Saturday wandering in the children's section of a bookstore and considering buying this whole cute book about myths across the world) (the only reason why I didn't was because I didn't know where to put it).

I was born on the 31st of October and I am still convinced that one day I'll pull a YA main character move and reveal secret magical powers (I am joking, I am joking but being a telepath sounds cool, although my only superpower right now is overthinking everything)

alright, so I think that this is enough and I can't wait to see ho I get!

thank you again for this chance and have a lovely day!

-𝒜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉𝒾

i see you as a sheltered highborn lady (in a good way!) you have an ability, let’s call it, you’re all too aware of the bad in people. you can see the scales being tipped on one direction or the other. it might make you a tad pessimistic at times. it’s exhausting for sure. but your houses keep has a library with all the books you could want, all the spare time and all the material for your crafts. you’re spotted from afar. from your auburn hair to the way you observe people has a certain someone thinking you’re too special to stay hidden away here. you’re stolen;

♡ i ship you with…! ♡

♡ Tormund Giantsbane ♡

• At first you’re only a good contribution to the Freefolk. That is to say literate, Tormund brings you scrolls to read before deciding if it’s worth passing them forward to Mance

• He was right to think you were special, you’re a mediator and gods know they need one from time to time. From orphaned children, full grown adults to even taller giants your presence alone starts to cease arguments

• He’s also the one to pick up on your ability, deciding whether or not they’re trustworthy on the spot, searching them for darkened auras and such. A handful of these newcomers that you’ve dismissed (re: put very little effort into getting to know), ended up being killed for one treason or the other

• Tormund’s the first to notice how weary you become afterwards and how it worsens upon meeting new faces. He may not know why, at the beginning, but he knows that you look tired and require extra energy and that means warmer blankets, less time around people, more food, MANY attempts to slip you giantsmilk. He’s very concerned, he just wants you healthy

• And happy. This man absolutely loves making you laugh! His stories aren’t particularly funny but the way he describes things and talks force you into a fit of giggles. The sound has him grinning for the rest of the day

• It doesn’t take long for Tormund to decide he likes you. He wants to steal you as his this time. He appreciates you communicate like a wildling even if you don’t see it as such. The ginger doesn’t mind standing up for you when you can’t— he really likes taking care of you but has this respect that you don’t need him to do any of it

• Tormund is whipped though, you can ask him just about anything and consider it done before the request completely leaves your mouth (The exception being he won’t do anything that would jeopardize Mance’s cause)

• For example Tormund, at your request, pitched up a tent. You have big plans for this area apparently. The Freefolk can come and borrow or swap books, you plan on offering to teach them to read— you went on and on about this… library. He may not understand why it’s important to you but he doesn’t really need to know more than that. “You want this? You’ll have it.”

• Tormund may not be able to give you that noble life you’ve been accustomed to but he desperately tries to keep you happy. He’ll fight to get you a sliver of normalcy on the other side of that fucking wall

#poiboidrabbles #tormund giantsbane #ask stuff #game of thrones imagine #pairing

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furienna · 1 year ago

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Here is the latest gem in the "all of the other 'Encanto" stories on AO3 get more attention than mine" saga. I decided to post a question about why everybody on A03 seems to just want violence and sex in a facebook group. Even though I had not even asked for any "constructive criticism" about my story in my post, someone thought I had to change my way of writing dialogues to appease the Anglophone readers. I explained to her that I'm Swedish, that the quotation dash is perfectly fine in my language, and I don't feel that writing dialogues with quotation marks comes naturally to me, so I won't do it. But still, the problem was me. Not that people will rather read stories about murder or rape or incest than a (mostly) non-violent relatively slice-of-life story about how my original characters react to the events of the movie, and learn a thing or two about that writing doesn't look the same all over the world. And amazingly, she was even backed up by another poster. Apparently, they expect me to spend weeks changing every bit of dialogue in a 200 + pages long story to please... well, whom exactly? Not all the people, who only go for things like murder and smut and rape and incest. Because I don't write for them. And they also told me that stories about original characters aren't that popular, but still thought that I should change my dialogue format even though it wouldn't improve anything. I hope I make sense to somebody out there, and I know that I'm really bad at taking criticism. But I needed to vent about this. It is really awful to spend fourteen months on a story and pour your heart and soul into it, only to receive less response than anybody else in the fandom and then hear that the quotation dash, which is very common in many European languages and was used even by Anglophone writers like James Joyce and Anthony Burgess, is more off-putting than the very idea that Bruno would ever kill Mirabel (yes, there are such stories out there, and yes, they will get more kudos than my fic).

Edit: When a third person joined them to criticize me, I decided to just leave the group. But it hasn't stopped me from feeling depressed and crying. Apparently, Anglocentrism is very real and ugly even now in 2023.

#a03 #encanto #facebook #fan fiction

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femmmie · 1 year ago

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The vampire trilogy

If you want to read my ianthony vampire fic in one post :[ <3 here ya go.

word count: 3.375 fandom: Smosh characters: Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Amanda Lehan-Canto, Mari Takahashi, Courtney Miller, mystery lady warnings: blood, sex, vampirism? 18+ other themes: time travel, magic

"Turn me"

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

"Everything for you," Anthony said in a low voice and caressed Ian's cheek. For a minute Ian looked at him funny, like he saw something behind his eyes, but Anthony just laughed and went on with his day, filling in some of the shootings Shayne was still supposed to be at.

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

"Anthony, I'm scared. Shayne is still missing. We've filed a missing person report with the police. I hope he's alright, I hope he really IS just hiking and got lost, the idiot, hah.. no I can't laugh about it Anthony.. please pick up your phone.."

But Anthony was busy...

Noah was showering when suddenly two strong hands grabbed his shoulders. He'd always thought he would scream if that would happen to him. But his throat made no sound. He was paralyzed as two sharp fangs penetrated his neck and sucked him dry. He was dead on the spot.

Anthony entered the Smosh office with a spring in his step. He didn't see anybody until he got to Ian's office. He was sat there, with bags under his eyes. Courtney sat there with a hand on his back. Anthony suddenly didn't feel so perky anymore.

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

Anthony smiled with one eyebrow raised and stepped inside. Ian immediately put something around his neck. It burned and Anthony cursed but couldn't touch it, it was hot and horrible. He whined and cried.

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

"And Chanse, and Keith, and Garret, all the people you supposedly cared about, however now you can finally see clearly, Ian. It's supposed to be just you and me. I'll kill the others later, once you let me out of this thing - ouch!!"

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

That was the last he ever heard of Courtney. He'd not needed to do any research on vampires. He immediately went to downtown LA and bought a kinky silver collar and collected his courage to call Anthony to his house.

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

"Ian... don't you remember how hurt I was that you wouldn't come with me, run away with me? I couldn't take it anymore, Ian. I went on a path of self destruction but I was saved... if you can call it that."

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

"When I was turned, I thought I would finally not feel anymore, but the opposite was true. I feel everything so much, Ian. The only way to feel better, is TO KILL!! In fact everything is great after a kill like I feel two lives at once"

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

"Please, Ian, it's better this way, we can be together, just the two of us, and we'll be happy together Ian, don't you remember that night at the balconnee... I never felt as much love for you as I did then, Ian, and ever since I'm back at the company there's all these people and I can't focus on you!"

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

Ian slowly undid the collar, and immediately, Anthony was all over him. Undressing him, caressing him... and biting him. He sank his fangs into Ian's tender neck, who was now screaming in desperate pleasure. He sucked and sucked until there was no blood left. Just before the light left Ian's mesmerizing blue eyes, he fed him his own blood. Ian dropped down onto ground.

Let's go outside

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

But Anthony was busy...

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

My time is now

Amanda was pacing up and down her apartment. She was in deep thought, half-prayer even, though she didn't believe in god. But if vampires were real, what else was there out there? Had her dad been right all along?

She stroked the sheathe of a blade that was clothed in old rags. Trying to steady her breath, repeating to herself:

"Your whole life, it's been leading up to this. Your whole life..." she stopped pacing. Resolve and determination filled her. She had remembered something her dad had said.

"Amanda, you will play an important part in this world and make it a better place. Indeed, you will rid it of dark forces one day, when it's your time. You'll know when it happens."

"My time is now."

Her phone lay on her table, the text still up:

"Amanda, please. We have become monsters, murderers, vampires... Anthony turned me. This needs to stop. Please believe me. Ian"

She picked up the phone and called a number.

"Moshi moshi"

"Mari, it's time."

"Oh shit!"

"I'm dead serious. The Darkness has engulfed Ian and Anthony."

"Oh... shit. I'll be right there."

The beautiful Japanese American woman knocked on Amanda's door.

"Come quickly."

Amanda opened and shut the door fast.

"So, do you have the amulets?"

Mari took two ancient amulets out of her sports bag and gave one to Amanda.

"This will only work for so long. We have to be quick or our geese will be cooked."

"Nice phrase."

"Arigato."

The two women dressed themselves in all black. Mari stole a look at Amanda, getting a glimpse of her red bra underneath her black shirt. Hot, she thought.

They solemnly walked to Mari's van, and drove to a park in Central LA.

"They should be preying on innocent people here."

The sun was setting behind the hills and sure enough they felt a sinister presence around them. Amanda took her night goggles out of her bag and looked around.

"They're definitely here. But I can't get any lock on them. They're simply too fast-"

And that they were. Before she could finish her sentence, both her and Mari were pinned against a tree by cold, evil versions, barely resembling Ian and Anthony. They were covered in blood and filth, their clothes ragged, their eyes sunken into their faces and a dark insanity lay there, casting shadows on everything they looked at.

"What have we here," Anthony croaked. "More cast members to kill ahahhah"

"We don't have to kill them, let's just scare them away. Nobody will believe them anyway." Ian looked just as evil as Anthony but some shred of humanity apparently still clung to him. He looked at Mari, who he had pinned against a birch tree.

"I always had such a crush on you. I still do..." He placed a kiss on her neck. Mari didn't protest.

Anthony stroked Amanda's cheek. "Your blood smells delicious. I would have wanted to kiss you, just like Ian has. We could have shared you..." And he bit her neck.

"Aargh!" He immediately contorted, hands covering his mouth. Amanda pressed her amulet, and a smoke came out of it. Ian didn't quite understand what was happening until it was too late. Both him and Anthony fainted.

"Now!" Mari shouted. They both took out their knives and drove them right through Ian and Anthony's hearts. Ian lay dead. A light came out of Anthony's bleeding chest. A white, shimmering light.

"A time stone!" Amanda gasped. She took it out of Anthony's carcass. As soon as she looked at it closely, she got so dizzy that she fell, down and down and down... it was like she was pulled backwards. She saw Anthony's last few years in reverse, his killings becoming less sophisticated, his human emotions still there, until... the very moment he became a vampire. She saw a beautiful woman stand there. White skin and black hair. Amanda jumped. And she was there. Right there.

"Don't! Please..."

"How did you get here?" The beautiful woman asked.

"Never mind that." Amanda said, putting the time stone in het pocket. "The important thing is, Anthony needs to stay human."

Anthony looked like a mess. Crying, draped over a grey couch like a rag. "I don't want to live anymore! I want this to end..."

"You don't know what you're saying!" Amanda retorted. "I know you don't know me and I also can't say anything! But you gotta believe me! Your life is going to get so much better."

Anthony looked up at her, a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

"You can have him," the black haired beauty said. "I only like the truly desperate. You just saved this boy." And she vanished in a flash.

"Let's get you out of here." Amanda picked Anthony up and carried him with ease out of the abandoned apartment they were in. They were in Los Angeles, although Amanda didn't know exactly where. But the moment she stepped out into the light, she felt dizzy again, and this time, she fell forward. Further and further. She now saw Anthony's life, completely human. She saw him reconnecting with Ian, she saw him hug his best friend, she saw them buying back Smosh... and they were back at the park.

"Mari, long time no see!" Ian said in his goofy voice.

"Duuude, so crazy to walk into you guys! Me and Amanda were just jogging together, right?" Mari looked knowingly at Amanda.

"Yeah, just jogging and stuff!"

"I didn't know you two hung out," Ian smiled. "That's awesome. Let's get together sometime soon! Right now Anthony and I are prop shopping. We're thinking Halloween. Maybe vampire stuff?"

Amanda and Mari laughed a bit too hard. Amanda felt her pocket. The stone wasn't there anymore. She sighed in relief. "Yeah, go for it!"

Amanda and Mari walked back to the van.

"What happened?" Mari asked. Amanda told her the story.

"Wow, you're a time traveling hero! Let's... do that again sometime?" Mari looked expectantly at Amanda's lips.

"Yeah, whenever a supernatural evil appears again, I will know who to call."

"You can call me anytime, we could just hang," Mari said.

"Sure, let's do that. You can call me as well."

"Sweet!" They high-fived.

#ianthony #vampires #fan fiction

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theloverscardtarot · 4 months ago

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Paul Mescal - June 28

Please remember this is only for the entertainment of fans. I do not claim to know anybody personally.

Anon request for Paul Mescal. Please keep in mind I don't know much of anything about Paul. I would love to have some feedback to know if I am on the right track!

I used tarot and oracle cards for this reading as well.

Paul's current Energy:

Lovers: New beginnings in love or business. Does anybody know if he is a relatively new actor? Or maybe he has recently gotten into a new relationship? I got "focus on energetically aligning yourself". Self-love and his relationships in his life are positive ones!

Queen of Wands: Again I get that he has a positive relation in love. He has a bustling career. He is a generous and outgoing person with courage and strength. He is able to multitask aspects of his life-love/family/work.

Oracle-Loyal Heart: He is a loyal friend and romantic partner. He has many good qualities and is attracted to partners who have good qualities too.

Paul's Career:

8 of Wands Rev.: looking for something new in his career. Perhaps he is looking to be involved with a new genre or a new platform like plays or TV shows.

King of Pents: He is a hard worker and it will pay off. I got a mentor or a teacher guiding him. I feel like he is someone that might take many acting classes to improve himself.

10 of Cups: Possible collaboration with family members. Does anybody know if he has family in the industry? I see him getting a gig somewhere that he is valued and fits in perfectly. He has a good job coming his way and he will feel comfortable with his co-stars. It also shows he can maintain a good work-life balance.

3 of Cups: Entering a business partnership. Does he have plans or goals of starting his own company or directing? If he follows his intuition, he will have success.

Oracle card-No Place Like Home: He feels safe and secure with himself. He feels like he is where he belongs and it shows in his work. I believe he is Irish? Does he film a lot in Ireland? He is proud of his heritage and how he gets to represent it.

Paul's Love Life:

The Moon: The moon can represent fear and anxiety. Perhaps there is fear of infidelity or a form of deceit? Perhaps this is something from his past that he is worried will happen again. The moon can make things hazy. It seems there has been a form of miscommunication.

5 of Cups Rev.: This card can suggest mourning or loss in a relationship. A potential breakup. However, reversed it means you are ready to let go and move forward from past woes and mistakes.

King of Wands Rev.: KW represents a strong masculine energy. Rev, it can represent broken promises in a relationship that leaves you having to decide if it's better to abandon it all together.

9 of Swords: Stress and worry in love life. Partner may be unfaithful. I don't know if that is him or the partner. When he's single he may worry he will never find the one or that what has hurt him in the past will happen again.

Oracle Card-Exchanging Gifts:This card represents healthy give and take in a relationship. He may feel like he has not found that or it is something he seeks in a potential partner.

Paul's Personality:

The World: This tells me that he may like to travel and is very worldly. It could also mean he is proud of his success and celebrates it.

5 of Pents: This shows me he may know hardship and loss in his life. He may not have had it easy and he is very humble because of it. He has had to work hard for what he may have now.

Oracle Card Yin: This card suggests somebody that goes with the flow and often times lets things come to him. Not a chaser. He may let his partners take the lead in pursuing the relationship. This may be his course of action in his career too. He likes when things fall into his hands, so to speak. Maybe because he hasn't always had that.

Overall:

9 of Wands: He may have a rough journey in the year ahead, with perseverance and courage he will push through and come out stronger in the end. This could be his love life or his career.

Please let me know if I have come close to reality on any of these subjects. Or, please keep me posted if something comes true!

#paul mescal #tarot #anon request

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#COUPCREW - an indie sci-fi multimuse featuring characters based on an original concept. Written by Marty (he/him, 25+, white, UK). Rules are available here, character roster & important notes under the cut. Please read my rules before following / interacting. Any memes I reblog are always being accepted.

MUTINY ON THE PROSPERO!

Freighter traitors murder loyal Gibson captain on routine cargo run. -- Captain Leckie Francisco was butchered by his freighter crew on a regular transport job to Ivis V last week, his body discovered some days later by Gibson Company security workers. Gibson Company ship, the Prospero, was stolen in the wake of this horrific attack and has yet to be relocated. Authorities have released the names of the workers responsible for this heinous crime and are requesting that anybody with information comes forward. Any worker who aids the authorities in recovering Company property will be rewarded appropriately.

Welcome aboard the Starhopper, the newly renamed and newly stolen freight starship currently barrelling across the galaxy as its crew attempts to escape Company security. Everything is completely fine!

Character Roster

Aurora - An android, recently jailbroken by one Zoie St Just and exhibiting all the signs of being a real, living guy. That is to say, it's very anxious and has discovered a love for twelve-sugar cups of tea. Named itself after a natural phenomenon because of a conversation the crew were having, was almost called Jellyfish instead. It serves as the ship medic.

Jessamyn 'Jessy' Arizona - Starhopper's communications specialist and unofficial artist. Would rather die than go back to Company territory, and hasn't been happier since the Starhopper crew outlawed themselves. The same day that the crew decided they were never going back, she began planning a mural that now covers every wall in the crew quarters. The Company can only reprimand you for defacing their property if you get caught!

Lowry Vestergaard - A stowaway, eldest child of the most powerful family in Vestergaard Company space. A pawn in her parents' schemes and a target for any and every rival in the galaxy, she saw her opportunity to escape when the Starhopper was loading supplies on Felicity Rec and stowed away on the ship. Never mind that she went willingly, her family call the Starhopper crew kidnappers, and now the crew can add Vestergaard security onto their list of worries.

Matías 'Mat' Izarra - Starhopper's pilot, and one of the most talented going. He would rather turn around and head back to Company territory and go back to a normal life, but he wouldn't do that to the rest of the crew. He's always wanted to see the universe but he'll be the first to admit he didn't mean it like this. But, hey, he's always been one to make the best of a bad situation.

Important Others - Kit Leung, the security specialist; Zoie St Just, the ship mechanic; Arjun of Borealis Station, the youngest member of the crew & subsequent jack of all trades; Terra Toab, the oldest member of the crew & deeply respected engineer; Odell, just Odell, the navigator; Vernon Shum, the freightmaster. Their former captain, Leckie Francisco, was a loyal employee of the Gibson Company, and also a deeply cruel man to his crew. Starhopper's AI, known as Prospero, used to be linked directly to Aurora and has a barely-restrained vendetta against the crew.

General Note: I do have some memory issues & this does impact my ability to run this blog. I may sometimes forget about drafts or plotting/starter calls or anything along those lines, so please feel free to give me a nudge if you think I might have forgotten about something! I won't be irritated by it at all and actually appreciate the reminder if it's been more than a week or so.

#pin.

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toomanyrobins2 · 3 years ago

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The October Letters

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

last part // series masterlist // next part

To Mr. “Batman” Smith

1st OCTOBER

Dear Batman,

You can't imagine how different college is from the Home. I never dreamed there was such a place in the world. I'm feeling sorry for everybody who isn't a girl and who can't come here; I am sure the college you attended when you were a boy couldn't have been so nice. My room is up in a tower that used to be the contagious ward before they built the new infirmary. There are three other girls on the same floor of the tower—a Senior who wears spectacles and is always asking us to please to be a little quieter, and two Freshmen named Harriet Kane and Barbara Gordan. Barbara, who likes to be called Babs, has the most beautiful red hair and a turn-up nose and is quite friendly; Harriet comes from one of the first families in Gotham and hasn't noticed me yet. They room together and the Senior and I have singles. Usually, Freshmen can't get singles; they are very scarce, but I got one without even asking. I suppose the registrar didn't think it would be right to ask a properly brought-up girl to room with a foundling. You see there are advantages! My room is on the northwest corner with two windows and a view. After you've lived in a ward for eighteen years with twenty roommates, it is restful to be alone. This is the first chance I've ever had to get acquainted with myself. I think I'm going to like her. Do you think you are?

TUESDAY

They are organizing the freshman basketball team and there's just a chance that I shall get in it. I'm not sure I’m the best pick, but I am quick. While the others are hopping about in the air, I can dodge around them and grab the ball. That’s a skill I picked up from caring for so many rambunctious children, I am excellent at avoiding messes. It's loads of fun practicing—out on the athletic field in the afternoon with the trees all red and yellow and the air is full of the smell of burning leaves, and everybody laughing and shouting. These are the happiest girls I ever saw—and I am the happiest of all! I meant to write a long letter and tell you all the things I'm learning (Mother Waller said you wanted to know), but the 7th hour has just rung, and in ten minutes I'm due at the athletic field in gymnasium clothes. Don't you hope I'll get on the team?

Yours always,

Y/N Abbott

PS. (9 o'clock.) Barbara just poked her head in at my door. This is what she said: 'I'm so homesick that I simply can't stand it. Do you feel that way?' I smiled a little and said no; I thought I could pull through. At least homesickness is one disease that I've escaped! I never heard of anybody being orphanage-sick, did you?

10th OCTOBER

Dear Bats,

Did you ever hear of Michael Angelo? He was a famous artist who lived in Italy in the Middle Ages. Everybody in English Literature seemed to know about him, and the whole class laughed because I thought he was an archangel. He sounds like an archangel, doesn't he? The trouble with college is that you are expected to know such a lot of things you've never learned. It's very embarrassing at times. But now, when the girls talk about things that I never heard of, I just keep still and look them up in the encyclopedia. I made an awful mistake the first day. Somebody mentioned Maurice Maeterlinck, and I asked if she was a freshman. That joke has gone all over college. I’d never read Great Expectations and never known Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. I spend any moment I can in the library scouring books. I have so many worlds in my head. It’s magical! But anyway, I'm just as bright in class as any of the others—and brighter than some of them!

Do you care to know how I've furnished my room? It's a symphony in brown and yellow. The wall was tinted buff, and I've bought yellow denim curtains and cushions and a mahogany desk (second hand for three dollars). I don’t know if you ever had the lemon squares during your visit to the Home, but they are my specialty. Lemons are yellow, and therefore my favorite color. One of my favorite memories is my father picking me up and swinging me in the air. He used to call me Lemoncake. It’s one of the few memories I have. Hence my love for all things yellow and lemon.

Now back to my room! The windows are high; you can't look out from an ordinary seat. But I unscrewed the looking-glass from the back of the bureau, upholstered the top, and moved it up against the window. It's just the right height for a window seat. You pull out the drawers like steps and walk up. Very comfortable! Barbara Gordon helped me choose the things at the Senior auction. She has lived in a house all her life and knows about furnishing. You can't imagine what fun it is to shop and pay with a real five-dollar bill and get some change—when you've never had more than a few cents in your life. I assure you, Batman dear, I do appreciate that allowance. Babs is the most entertaining person in the world—and Harriet Kane the least so. It's odd what a mixture the registrar can make in the matter of roommates. Barbara thinks everything is funny and Harriet is bored at everything. She never makes the slightest effort to be amiable. She believes that if you are a Kane, that fact alone admits you to heaven without any further examination. She and I were born to be enemies. And now I suppose you've been waiting very impatiently to hear what I am learning?

I. Latin: Second Punic war. Hannibal and his forces pitched camp at Lake Trasimenus last night. They prepared an ambuscade for the Romans, and a battle took place at the fourth watch this morning. Romans in retreat.

II. French: 24 pages of the Three Musketeers and third conjugation, irregular verbs.

III. Geometry: Finished cylinders; now doing cones.

IV. English: Studying exposition. My style improves daily in clearness and brevity.

V. Physiology: Reached the digestive system. Bile and the pancreas next time.

Yours, on the way to being educated,

Y/N Abbott

PS. I hope you never touch alcohol, Bats? It does dreadful things to your liver.

WEDNESDAY

Dear Batman,

I wish Mother Waller would use a little more ingenuity about choosing names. She gets the last names out of the telephone book—you'll find Abbott on the first page—and she picks the first names up anywhere; she got Y/N from a tombstone. It feels as though it should belong to the kind of girl I'm not—a sweet little thing, petted and spoiled by all the family, who romps her way through life without any cares. Wouldn't it be nice to be like that? Whatever faults I may have, no one can ever accuse me of having been spoiled in any way recently! But it's great fun to pretend I've been. Do you want to know something? I have three pairs of kid gloves. I've had kid mittens before from the Christmas tree, but never real kid gloves with five fingers. I take them out and try them on every little while. It's all I can do not to wear them to classes. (Dinner bell. Goodbye.)

FRIDAY

What do you think, Batman? The English instructor said that my last paper shows an unusual amount of originality and I’ve attached it to the page before this if you missed it. She did, truly. Those were her words. It doesn't seem possible, does it, considering the eighteen years of training that I've had? The aim of The Bowery Home (as you doubtless know and heartily approve of) is to turn the ninety-seven orphans into ninety-seven twins. The unusual artistic ability which I exhibit was developed at an early age through drawing chalk pictures of Mother Waller on the woodshed door. I hope that I don't hurt your feelings when I criticize the home of my youth? But you have the upper hand, you know, for if I become too impertinent, you can always stop payment of your cheques. That isn't a very polite thing to say--but you can't expect me to have any manners; a foundling asylum isn't a young ladies' finishing school.

You know, Bats, it isn't the work that is going to be hard in college…It's the play.

Half the time I don't know what the girls are talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language. It's a miserable feeling. I've had it all my life. At the high school, the girls would stand in groups and just look at me. I was different and everybody knew it. I could FEEL `orphan' written on my face. And then a few charitable ones would make a point of coming up and saying something polite. I HATED EVERY ONE OF THEM--the charitable ones most of all.

Nobody here knows that I was brought up in an asylum. I told Barbara Gordon that my mother and father were dead and that a kind old gentleman was sending me to college which is entirely true so far as it goes. I don't want you to think I am a coward, but I do want to be like the other girls, and that Dreadful Home looming over my childhood is the one great big difference. If I can turn my back on that and shut out the remembrance, I think I might be just as desirable as any other girl. I don't believe there's any real, underneath difference, do you?

Anyway, Babs likes me!

Yours truly,

Y/N “Searching for a new last name” Abbott

SATURDAY MORNING

I've just been reading this letter over and it sounds pretty un-cheerful.

But can't you guess that I have a special topic due Monday morning and a review in geometry and a very sneezy cold?

SUNDAY

I forgot to post this yesterday, so I will add an indignant postscript.

We had a bishop this morning, and WHAT DO YOU THINK HE SAID? `The most beneficent promise made us in the Bible is this, "The poor ye have always with you." They were put here in order to keep us charitable.' The poor, please observe, being a sort of useful domestic animal. If I hadn't grown into such a perfect lady, I should have gone up after service and told him what I thought.

25th OCTOBER

Dear Batman,

I love college and I l have decide I love you for sending me—I'm very, very happy, and so excited every moment of the time that I can scarcely sleep. I'm on the basketball team and you ought to see the bruise on my left shoulder. It's blue and mahogany with little streaks of orange. Harriet Kane tried for the team, but she didn't get in. Hooray! You see what a mean disposition I have. College gets nicer and nicer. I like the girls, and the teachers, and the classes, and the campus, and the things to eat. We have ice cream twice a week and we never have corn-meal mush. You only wanted to hear from me once a month, didn't you? And I've been peppering you with letters every few days! But I've been so excited about all these new adventures that I MUST talk to somebody, and you're the only one I know. Please excuse my exuberance; I'll settle pretty soon. If my letters bore you, you can always toss them into the wastebasket. I promise not to write another till the middle of November.

Love,

Y/N Bennett (What do you think of this instead of Abbott?)

At the end of the October letters, all Bruce could think was that she had said she loved him and then changed to signing off with love. What could she mean by that? It had been so long since someone had directed those words toward him. He was thoroughly baffled. It was the most curious postscript he’d ever received. Why would she be sending him love? He was confused by the effect this girl had on him. He knew very well all of the things she had mentioned in her letters, but still, he had the urge to revisit every last book and have another look. He read the letter again to see if he could try and understand this most curious of creatures. He was utterly lost. He went back to that word: LOVE. The word brought distant memories of his mother, Martha, and how she would kiss him on the head and always smelled of lavender.

#toomanyrobins #batman x reader #battison x reader #batman imagine #Batman #battison #battison imagine #Bruce Wayne #bruce wayne imagine #Bruce Wayne x reader #batfam #batfamily #batfam imagine #batfam x reader #✉️

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