#before realizing that it means nothing to everyone But Me.

[entitled-fangirl]

Not a dog.

Cregan Stark x hidden identity!reader

Summary: The reader took her brother's place at the Wall, spending years hidden in plain sight. But Cregan Stark knows everything about everyone. Or does he?

Warnings: cursing, attempted sa, murder, blood, talks of sex, crude language, etc

A/n: Based on an incredible ask by an incredible blog! I was given liberty to go with the flow. And the flow went.

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So, maybe this was a dumb decision.

But years ago, the Stark had expected a young man from each Bannerman's family to join the Night's Watch.

Your brother was young. Far too young for what lies outside the Wall.

So you took his place.

You hadn't been truly seen as a woman in years. And while it occasionally gave the feeling of longing,  it was also freeing.

You were a man to them. And they were none the wiser.

But when winter came, so did Lord Stark.

And every time you looked in his eyes, you thought that maybe, somewhere deep down, he'd find you out.

But that was impossible. No one knew.

…

You struggled to tie the strings to your cloak as you got ready this particular morning. It was one of the coldest weeks of the winter frost. So the more layers, the better. Which worked for you. It hid your figure well.

You had on your heaviest boots, your thickest gloves. Not that you owned many. But these were still new, still void of dried blood like some of the others.

"Alright?" Jonnel Mormort frowned. He was a sweet boy, two years younger. The two of you had joined at the same time, prompting you to bond. He reminded you of your brother sometimes.

"'M fine," you brush off. "I'll be down in a minute."

He nodded, leaving to go get breakfast. 

This was going to be a long day.

…

Cregan Stark had been at the Wall for three weeks now. The cold had seeped into his bones and it showed. 

He sat down with his fellow brothers, all chatting about nothing and everything as they feasted on what food they had.

"C'mon!" Glover exclaimed. "Nothing?"

They had been talking about women. It was a common talk.

Stark shrugged, the furs on his shoulder moving. But he was smirking lightly.

"Keep us in the dark, then. What about you Little Mormont?" Jonnel had earned that nickname the day he showed up.

He flushed. "W- I'm sorry?"

"What's the best lay you've had?"

They all watched to see what he'd say, gathering around. Even Stark watched with a heavy gaze.

"I… I don't know. I d-"

"Oh, sod off him!" You shout as you set your wooden bowl down beside him. You shoulder checked one of the guys as you moved, sitting down at Jonnel's side. "Let the boy be."

Glover chuckled, "Alright then, Bolton. What about you? Doubt a girl would lay with your ugly mug."

"I don't fuck girls, Glover. I fuck women."

That shut them up. 

Conversation over. 

But it was worth it to see a smile ghost over Stark's face. You wanted to avoid his attention, but it felt addicting to get. 

You'd charmed him.

…

So, it wasn't too surprising when he approached you during your day watch. 

"Easy," he grinned when you stuttered over yourself. "I appreciated what you did earlier. For the boy."

Gods, having him stand so close is making it all the more obvious how fucking big he is.

"Yeah," you cleared your voice, trying to deepen it around him.

After all these years, you'd have moments that you'd forget you weren't technically a man. But staring at Stark makes you realize just how much of a girl- woman- you are.

He tilts his head, looking you over, assessing you, maybe intimidating you, then stepping around you to look over the Wall.

You went back to your watch. Just because the Warden was here didn't mean you could slack off.

The two of you remained like that for a while, ignoring the occasional man that walked by. 

"Do you think me an imbecile?" He finally asked.

Your throat closed, your heart raced. Fuck. After all this, after all these years, he'd found you out that quickly?

You chew on your lip for a while before responding. "Don't know what you mean, milord."

He grins. "You don't know." He leans his gloved hands on the icy wall, the only thing separating the North from certain death. "I call bullshit on your stunt."

"I don't understand."

"You've never fucked a woman."

He's not wrong.

You can't help the smile you gain, even if it's not for the reason he thinks it is. You're just relieved that you'll live another day without the fury of the Wolf of the North. 

He noticed the smile. "I'm right, aren't I?"

You begin to laugh, brightly. "Afraid you are."

He quirks his head in a fashion that said he was used to being right all the time. Not that you minded. He was never cruel about it.

"Mormont is a good kid," he switches the subject. "Commander's told me a lot about him. And you."

"Me?"

He nodded, tapping lightly against the ice. "Said you were a scrawny thing when you came in. Just a boy." He looked you up and down. "I'd say you're a right man by the looks of it."

You nod along, running a hand under your nose. You'd think by now, your nose would be used to the cold. But still, it occasionally ran. "'S what the Wall's for, isn't it? Turning boys to men."

His brows raise, impressed by the answer. "Men that die."

The silence set over you both. 

Silence was common in Castle Black. When you spend all your days with the same guys, you tend to run out of things to talk about.

"'S not such a bad thing, though," you say, catching his attention. "Dying, I mean. If it's… for the good."

"I agree. Duty outweighs all. And duty looks like many things."

You can't help the small laugh that pulls from your lips.

"You find it funny?" He sounds a bit offended.

"I'm sure your days are difficult, milord. But you get a family and a life. You make rules when you wish. You… get your way." You kick at the gathering snow by your feet. "We here are not so lucky."

His chest puffs out defensively. "You came here willingly."

"Did I?"

He pauses in front of you. "You did."

"Or," you say as you decide to truly test your luck, "did the Starks force my family to give up their son?"

"It is an honor," he seethed.

"It is a death sentence," you growled back.

Cregan, in any other case, would have been impressed with the sheer defiance. But today was not the day to do it. He was cold. He was tired. He was easily irritable. And he had just been told his life was easy. 

His upper lip twitched at one end as he decided your fate. What to do with a man who couldn't shut his mouth.

"Admit it." You'd been around men for years now. You were used to having to puff your chest out and get in their face in order to be heard. But it never got easier, just more natural. "Admit you send boys here knowing they'll die."

His eyes are quite green. You physically blink the thought away. 

He grips the strings of your cloak, tugging you against him. "I tolerate questioning. I don't tolerate disrespect, boy." 

You decide it's wisest now to keep your mouth shut, and he appreciates that. Letting go of your cloak with a light shove, he continues. "This is the greatest honor I can bestow on a man. I trust that the men in this castle will keep the entire Realm safe from what lies outside. Do you understand?"

You're still brushing off his aggressive touch from your furs. "Yes."

"My life is no feast. I train, I rule, I die. That's the life of a Warden. That's how it's always been. You act as if a wife and children are true blessings. Most don't get the freedom to love openly. And it's a dangerous thing." He huffed, "Be lucky I'm saving you from that."

"Ah, yes. Keeping my virginity. Thank you for forcing me to, Lord Stark."

He takes a long breath. "You push my limits, you know that?"

You shrug. "Maybe they need pushed."

He wasn't sure whether to befriend you or strangle you.

…

The next time he'd come by was during training. You'd yet to spar with him, but you had seen him on occasion sparring with others. And he never lost. They called him one of the best swordsman in the realm. 

Mormont and Glover were paired today. Glover was good. Too good. No doubt Jonnel would emerge with bruises and a few cuts.

So slowly the group had gathered to watch. You'd pushed your way towards your friend's side, yelling out encouraging words as you could. 

He was practically shaking as he held his sword. He'd been here almost three years now and still he couldn't find the courage to 'be a man.'

You'd taught him all you could about defense. After all, there is no sword fight without first knowing defense. And luckily, he was quite good at it. You're pretty sure that's what has kept him alive this long.

But Glover basked in the fear and used it against the boy. His strokes were heavy, the sound of metal clashing filling the icy courtyard. 

Jonnel swung left and right, slowly backing up with each swing in an attempt to defend against this brick wall of a man.

He slipped, his back colliding with the icy patch that had gathered. His sword clattered against it and slid just out of his reach.

That's when you stepped in. You pulled your longsword out and took his place, catching Glover's blade against yours.

He grinned. "Let me finish this, Bolton."

"You're so full of shit," you huff. He'd always gotten on your nerves.

"Enough!" Stark's voice sounded from a little ways off.

It didn't stop either of you.

He swung first, and you stepped over Jonnel to block it. Your feet slipped occasionally, but you didn't let it stop you.

And soon enough, you saw an opportunity and took it, beginning to go on the offense. 

Your swings were fast. They were void of the same power that your opponent had. But any swing of a giant blade towards a body is considered dangerous. You'd managed to use that quickness to your advantage your whole life. The men had always patted you on the back and said, "you'll get the strength up when you're a bit older." Well, you're a bit older now and still now quite at harsh with it as they had hoped.

You were still a force to be reckoned with.

When the dynamic switched again and you were back on defense, you twisted your wrist enough to pull the blade from his hand. It clattered on the ground.

It was not a dramatic victory like some of the spars were. But it was a victory enough. 

The two of you simply stared at one another.

That's why the punch threw you so off guard.

It landed on your left cheekbone, causing your head to jerk to the side and your body to follow it. You stumbled and cursed, holding your free hand up to it.

You weren't going to back down now.

You threw your sword to the side, next to his, and the two of you began a new kind of spar.

You held your own fairly well. Years of fights in the great hall will do that to you. A few encounters with wildlings will do that to you. Pretending to be a man at all will do that to you.

And where your strength ended with your arms, the strength in your legs began. 

You tried not to let it show. It was a clear giveaway that women held most of their strength in their legs compared to men. So, you didn't use it often.

But now was a good enough time as ever. And it got Glover beneath you on the ground as you straddle him. Your fist threw punches as quick as you could managed them.

Until a larger hand tugged at your hair and  forced your face up.

"Didn't I say enough?" Lord Stark seethed lowly from above you. He let go just as quickly and stood over the two of you. "Get up!"

You're only now aware of how the audience of the fight had tripled. 

"Did I stutter?" He growled out.

You force yourself to stand, ignoring the protest of every bone in your body, every muscle. It all hurt so bad. You spit down at your feet, just now realizing how red it is and the taste of iron in your mouth is now hard to ignore.

Cregan steps to you first, giving Glover time to get up. He looks you over with anger in his eyes. He focused on the purple now displayed over your cheek and the red that's trailed down from your bottom lip. You're worse for wear, but the confidence in your eyes has yet to dim. You're proud to have beat Glover's ass.

Hell, he's proud too.

So when Glover stands, Cregan's gaze is more menacing when he gets to him.

And Stark lands a hard swing on the man's cheek. A matching one that Glover had done to you.

When he almost crumples, Cregan grabs his cloak and holds him up. "If you swing openly at a brother again, you'll see for yourself what we fear over the Wall. You understand?"

He groans but the Warden isn't satisfied with that. "ANSWER ME!" Glover goes quiet and he tosses him down on the ground. "You," he points at Mormont, "get the maester for 'em. And you," he looks in your direction, "we're taking a walk."

Fuck.

You spit again to get the liquid from your mouth and pick up your longsword, sheathing it back where it belongs. 

Stark begins to walk, confident enough that you'll follow. And you do.

You step in time with him, forcing it even when you really just want to limp back to bed.

He leads you back into the castle before he speaks. "You really can't keep to yourself, can you, Bolton?"

You wipe at your face, only smearing the red down your chin. "Guess not."

There's a hesitation in your body when you realize you're standing outside of the Warden's solar. 

If you get called to his solar, bad things happen.

He sighs, "I'm sorry about this."

You didn't do anything. One fight? A fight you didn't start? He couldn't banish you on those terms. 

"Milord, whatever it is, I h-"

"-I know," he immediately calms you. "Just humor me."

As much as you want to do anything else, you step into his solar.

He gestured to one of the chairs by the fireside and sits across from you. "I received a letter this morning. With the Bolton sigil."

You sit up instinctively. 

You spent the first year at the Wall having to dream of your family just to get decent sleep. You had to imagined scenarios where you got to go home. Where your brother was happy. Where your father hugged you a little tighter. Where your mother cried at your return.

But that's all it was. Just imagining.

"I regret to inform you that your father is dead. Your younger brother now holds the mantle of Lord Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort."

You go to chew your lip, but the pain of your split lip stops you. You stare at the fire in pure shock. No one had ever prepared you for this. Men you'd trained with here died constantly. But your family? Your true family? 

You'd never truly imagined that the night you ran off was the last time you'd ever see them.

And now you didn't have to imagine. 

"I understand that this could be difficult to hear. But, I believe it is best to hear from your Warden rather than rumors."

You nod, gripping the armrest of your seat, further injuring your already bleeding knuckles. You haven't cried in years, and yet you immediately feel the stinging of water against your eyes.

He sighs. "I lost my father when I was young. But your brother will be a fine Lord. I have no fear for him. And perhaps I should have kept this news to myself. To let you be in the dark to avoid the attachment but… I couldn't bring myself to do it."

By now, the hot tears have fallen down your cheeks, mixing with the dirt, blood, and sweat on your cold face.

"'S alright," he softly cooed. 

He stands with hesitant movements. He doesn't have to deal with things like this often, so he's a bit out of tune.

He just watches for a moment as you slowly fall apart. "I'm sending you home."

"What?"

"Your brother asked me to. You're to leave at the end of this winter."

That was unheard of. It didn't happen. It wasn't possible. You lived here. You died here. 

"Dismiss me," you finally manage out.

Another long sigh. "Go."

And you bolted.

Cregan moved back to his desk, taking another read over the letter from your brother.

…

You'd spent the next two days practically wasting away. You didn't eat. You didn't sleep. You sure as well weren't getting along with anyone. It was misery.

Especially when Stark found you in every room you were in. 

His eyes always wandered to you, like he was trying to figure you out. Or maybe he already knew.

So he didn't miss the way Glover eyed you too.

"Bolton," the Warden called over the Hall. "C'mere."

You sighed, picking yourself up from your bench to go to his. 

He grinned when you'd sat at his side, sliding his untouched bowl to you. "Eat."

"'M not hungry-"

"-Your Lord said eat, boy!" Glover interrupted. 

Cregan looked like he wanted to murder him for it.

With a huff, you picked up the spoon and began to eat. 

"Bruise is healing nicely," he pointed out to you. "It's a fine green now. Better than the red blotch it was a few days ago. Let me see."

Your head lulls a bit to the side to entertain him, and blushed when you realize he's a little closer than you thought he'd be.

He's unmoving, keeping the distance close and a hand reaches up to your lip. He brushes over the healing scab with a nod. "Looks good. Think you'll be fine in no time."

There's a moment where it's just you two staring at one another before you pull away.

He coughs and begins another conversation with someone else.

Towards the end of the meal, Stark excuses himself and takes off. 

That's when Glover approaches you.

"Mind if we have a chat?"

He's still beaten up too. But his cheek is a harsher tone of purple than yours was. Cregan must have hit him harder than you thought. You nod and stand, walking out into the corridor with him.

"Stark tells me you're leaving," he opens.

"Something like that." You're not sure what he wants out of this interaction. But whatever it is, you're not giving it to him. 

"Shame. Who's gonna be the boy's guard dog when you're gone?"

Your eyes flash with anger. "I'm not his dog."

"No, you're not," he agrees. "Not his. But Stark's got you on a leash, huh? Trying to be a good little dire wolf for him so he'll notice you?"

"Take it back," you growl. 

He grins. "No. No, I wanna finish what we started. Before you had to go find out about your daddy's death."

Okay, so maybe you started this fight.

You're blinded with rage as you throw the first punch, but he's expecting it. And you're no match for him this time.

It's a short battle before you're pinned to the wall. "You gonna bite me, little dog? Huh?"

You thrash, desperate to get out of his grip.

He shoves a knee in your crotch, expecting you to double over in pain.

But you don't. 

Cause you're not a man.

And you realize it too late.

He freezes, eyeing you with a questioning gaze. His head tilts before realization comes over him. "Are you not a man?"

Your thrashing continues, but he has a new motive to keep you against the wall. One hand goes down your stomach and over your pants as he feels for something he won't find.

"You're a fucking woman," he acknowledges in shock. 

You spit on him. "You got beat by a fucking woman."

He barely notices the spit. "So, that's why Stark keeps you around?" He gets a tight grip on your hair. "Cause he's fucking you? Is Stark fucking you, little dog?" He asks lowly.

"No," you growl through your teeth. "Get the fuck off me."

"I'm sensing an opportunity," he grins. "So Stark doesn't know. And you want this to be kept a secret? I think you owe me."

His mind works just as quick as your own, and just as you're about to fight against him again, he's trying to get a hand past the band of your pants.

You don't think to scream. You don't think to cry. You're focused on survival. And sometimes survival is in silence. 

But he lets out a small grunt and soon crumples to the floor.

And Jonnel is left standing in front of you with a terrified look in his eyes.

He'd stabbed Glover. He killed him.

You try to regain your bearings with little success.

"Is it true?" He asked in horror. "Are you a girl?"

"Jonnel-"

"-Have you been lying this whole time?"

You lean against the wall, knowing your legs weren't strong enough on their own. And you could only nod.

"Fuck," he spits and he leans next to you. The two of you look down at the body. "What do we do?"

"What's going on down here?" Stark's voice booms. 

He's always everywhere and nowhere.

"Go," you try to push Jonnel. You're willing to take the blame for all of this. No use in dragging him down with you.

"No, I'm staying," he insists. And now it's too late. Stark's approaching.

He hesitates, looking over the scene. "Who did it?" He asks softly. 

"Milord-"

"-Go to bed, Mormont. We'll speak in the morning."

Jonnel has no choice, now sentenced to bed like a child.

Which left you two.

And as soon as you're alone, he pulls you to him, trapping you in his arms.

Cregan Stark is hugging you.

And you're hugging him back.

It's an awkward hug, as he doesn't know what to do with himself, or why he's even doing it in the first place.

But it feels right.

He pulls away enough to access you. "Did he hurt you?"

You shake your head.

He lets out a relieved breath and pulls away. "Good. Good. Why don't you go get some sleep. I'll.. I'll handle this."

And you can't deny him, leaving to go collect what's left of yourself and try to piece it all together in the night.

…

The guys avoid you like the plague the next day, even Jonnel who you've told to 'lay low.'

You're worried that maybe Glover was right.

Maybe you were Stark's dog.

And the rumors are only going to grow when he approached you again today. "You're sparing me today."

You huff. "Don't wanna spar you."

"Didn't ask."

Well, that helped you find the anger you needed to agree and join him in the courtyard. 

Luckily, the two of you are alone when you do so. The other had practicing hours ago, now off to their individual chores.

You swung your sword, trying to start off with the offense against the Warden.

He defends with ease and switches to the offense. He's too damn good.

You take steps back as he swings with power and speed. He's one of the best by far that you've seen. And while your agility is a gift, it's not as helpful against him as you were hoping. 

Soon, he has your sword in his other hand, the tip of Ice under your chin as you're practically on your knees before him. He grins. "You're not thinking with your head. You never are."

You give an annoyed grunt as you stand up and take your sword back from him and assume your position again. "Oh, and you're so smart."

"I'd like to think I am," he says as the two of you begin again. He speaks between hits and his own panting, "I think I have you figured out."

"I highly doubt it," you jest back, getting cocky with your movements.

The two of your grow more serious, opting to fight rather than speak.

As you begin to back up again, he speaks. "Then how do I know you're a woman?"

Your sword easily falls from your hand and your back hits a wall.

His longsword meets your throat again as he stands over you. "You're not as clever as you think you are, Bolton," he whispers.

"Then how'd I get away with it for so long?" You  manage back.

He lets out a low chuckle, pushing the sword a little more against you. "Because I'm a lenient man for you."

"Well, I'm not gonna be your dog."

"Didn't ask you to."

You pause, finally taking in his closeness. His breath against your cheek. "You gonna kill me? Banish me? Make an example of me?"

"No."

His answer was quick. Like he already knew your fate, but wouldn't let you in on it.

As you open your mouth to ask, he continues. "You'll go home like I told you to."

"This is my home," you argue.

His head tilts. His sword drops. His eyes soften. "This was never your home."

He meant it kindly, but it only proves to anger you. 

You shove him as hard as you can, getting around him to grab your sword again and begin swinging. He manages to duck out of the way before regaining his bearings. 

"This." Swing. "Is." Swing. "My." Swing. "Home."

"Your home is the Dreadfort," he growls, blocking with ease. 

"I won't go back!" 

"You don't have to," he says. "But you're not allowed back here."

"Then kill me." You purposefully drop your sword again, holding your arms out. Your chin is held high. You're accepting your fate.

He pauses, then darkly chuckles. He takes slow steps to you. "'S that what you want? You want me to kill you?"

"Do it," you challenge as he gets in your space once again.

His eyes meet yours, his nostrils flaring. 

Then he's kissing you.

And you're kissing him back.

He drops his sword and winds his arms around you. Yours find their place around his neck. 

Your teeth clash, you're both out of breath. You both have put all your pent up anger into this. All this desperation. All this tension. And it shows. 

You only pull away when he tugs your hair back. "'M not gonna kill you."

"Didn't want you to," you admit softly.

His other hand tracing over your cheek, over the bruise that's faded. "Then go to Winterfell with me."

"I'm not your dog," you remind him.

"And I said you're not. I don't want blind devotion. I fucking hate it. I'm not making you. I'm asking you."

And for once, you realize just how easily you've opened your heart out for the Northerner.

"You took your brother's place, and I admire that. And all these years, you managed to fool them. Well done. But stop now."

After years of broken noses, crude language, and bloody knuckles, you still had such a soft heart.

You couldn't be a gentle wife. Not after all this. But he didn't want you to be one. He wasn't asking you to change.

Just to be truthful for once.

"Then fight for me, Stark."

He grips your jaw. "Is that a challenge?" He's grinning now. You amuse him.

"It is."

"Then pick up your sword, Bolton. I have a maiden to win and a heart to capture."

You weren't going to fight very hard.

He'd won you a long time ago.

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[raining-anonymously]

something about mouthwashing that has always bothered me is the cake-baking scene. where the game’s dialogue is usually very realistic, this scene feels… weird. the dialogue is unnatural and too video-gamey. anya, swansea, and jimmy are telling curly things he should already know for the player’s benefit, such as the backstory for the communal birthday parties and how to bake the cake. it’s strange. but i think i’ve finally figured it out!

We start with Daisuke. “Look at your face!” suggests that Curly’s reaction to being surprise-birthday’d was an expression of shock. This is supported by Jimmy later apologizing to Curly for jumping him like that.

Back to the present. Curly, who tends to use fewer filler words comparatively, uses the word “uh” twice in two lines. “Uh. Wow,” followed by:

I wanna talk about this question for a minute. Let’s look at the scene. Curly can see the birthday party decorations from his position. Curly knows the approximate date off the top of his head, according to the dead pixel scene, so he should know it’s around his birthday. Curly has also undoubtedly experienced many Pony Express birthday parties before. All this to say, why the hell is he asking what the occasion is? It should be pretty obvious, no?

The answer is dissociation.

We know from Curly’s POV introduction that he spaces out in conversation, and that Anya is aware of this. This lasts to the point where he’s staring off at nothing until Anya asks if he’s listening.

He also appears to dissociate during his conversation with Jimmy before the crash: he stops talking completely until prompted by Jimmy to respond and doesn’t seem to understand what’s happening (Jimmy tells him everyone on the ship should die and Curly seemingly agrees, only to very clearly be upset and in shock when Jimmy goes and makes this happen).

Now, Jimmy, Anya, and Swansea have known Curly for years. Seems pretty reasonable that they would be able to recognize signs of his dissociation, yeah? And they do.

Again, these are things that Curly should absolutely know. I believe Anya and Jimmy saw the facial expression that Daisuke referred to and noticed Curly’s inexplicable confusion and realized he was dissociating. They then informed him of the details of the situation while posing it as a question, likely in an attempt to ground him. Anya ends her information with “right?” while Jimmy ends his with “remember?” This allows them to give Curly the information he isn’t grasping in a gentle way that doesn’t call attention to the fact that this is something he should already know.

Anya then gives him more direct instruction by telling him where the cake recipe is (again, a thing he should absolutely know considering he eats in that kitchen every day) and lightly tells him to go make it. She’s guiding him to a task that he would ordinarily be able to complete on his own because she can tell that he’s unsure and out of it.

Swansea—who, while not as close to Curly as Jimmy and not as attentive to the crew’s mental wellbeing as Anya, has known the captain for years— does the same thing, more directly. He asks Curly about the cake recipe and tells him where to find the ingredients and recipe. Again, Curly should absolutely know this already, but for some reason he isn’t doing it on his own.

From the crew’s perspective, if you as Curly choose to engage in this optional dialogue, Anya and Jimmy told Curly to go make the cake, and instead of doing that Curly wandered quietly around the lounge. Brought on, probably, by this dissociative episode. So Swansea reminds Curly what he’s supposed to be doing and where to go to do it.

(While Jimmy and Anya are consistently shown to be in tune to Curly’s emotions (Jimmy moreso pre-crash), Swansea typically is not; however, he’s standing near Anya during this segment, meaning she had the opportunity to tell him what she’d noticed.)

Now, an interesting thing about Curly’s optional conversations with the rest of the crew here: He doesn’t say anything during them. This is a little odd, considering Curly is a fairly social character. He does have other optional interactions where he doesn’t respond, but those are typically after he’s just had a back-and-forth with the other person or where you’re able to respond nonverbally (such as closing/opening the door to Utility when Jimmy jokes about it). But for the most part, Curly does respond to what others say.

Not here, though. He can drift between Daisuke, Anya and Swansea, and Jimmy, but he doesn’t say a word apart from when Jimmy notices his silence and prompts him to speak.

Even then, he just agrees with Jimmy without any indication that he processed what Jimmy said. If you go for Jimmy’s second optional dialogue, Curly once again has no response.

All this to say—

This post was not made to demonstrate any overarching story element. Honestly, I kinda thought I was stringing conclusions together. But now that it’s all down? It… kinda makes sense. This is consistent with Curly’s character, with Anya’s and Jimmy’s dynamics with Curly, and with the typically excellent, human, non-meta dialogue Mouthwashing utilizes in all other scenes.

It works down to the little details, such as Daisuke being the only one who doesn’t have weird dialogue here; he’s only known Curly a few months and is probably less in tune to the captain’s mannerisms. (Plus the crew tends not to tell him about anything serious.) Furthermore, dissociation can be caused by stress, and Curly is VERY stressed in this scene, preoccupied as he is with needing to tell the crew about the termination. His flavor text during this scene demonstrates that pretty well; his flavor text is much more cynical than his norm and often leads to him thinking about the termination rather than what he’s supposed to be doing.

Is there a possibility that I’m completely wrong? Of course. But I finally have a plausible explanation for something that has been bugging me for months, so I’m satisfied.

hope you enjoyed today’s episode of MOUTHWASHING THEORY TO FILL A PLOT HOLE THAT NO ONE EXCEPT MY PEDANTIC ASS THINKS ABOUT <3

If I said anything wrong re: dissociation or if you have another Watsonian explanation for why this scene is written so oddly, please do feel free to share!

[xanneeeyyyy]

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!"

Hey everyone! This is my first story here—hope you enjoy it! And sorry for any grammatical errors 🙏🏻 Just drop in the comments if y’all want a part 2! 💟

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Wherein Katsuki Bakugou has a girlfriend who was hopelessly terrible with directions.

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It was supposed to be a simple errand.

"Y/N," Aizawa-sensei had said after class, rubbing his temples, looking like he was already done with life. "Can you run to the store near the dorms and pick up some snacks for Eri? She ran out."

I straightened up and beamed. "Of course, Sensei! Anything for Eri!"

"It’s a five-minute walk. Be back quick."

I nodded enthusiastically. "No worries! I’ll be back before you know it!"

Famous last words.

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9:30 PM – Heights Alliance Common Room

Katsuki Bakugou was pissed. And when he was pissed, everyone felt it. His left leg bounced restlessly as he sat on the couch, gripping his phone so tight that it was a miracle it hadn’t exploded yet.

No texts. No calls. Nothing.

It was past curfew and his girlfriend was missing, and nobody had seen her all evening.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Someone tell me where the hell Y/N is. NOW." The entire common room froze. Kirishima, who had been casually scrolling on his phone, slowly looked up. "Uh… She’s not in her room?"Bakugou’s eye twitched. "OF COURSE SHE’S NOT IN HER ROOM! I CHECKED!"

"Maybe she's in the library?" Momo suggested.

"I checked!"

"Training grounds?"

"I CHECKED!"

Midoriya furrowed his brows. "She’s not answering her phone?"

"DO YOU THINK I WOULDN’T HAVE CALLED HER ALREADY, DUMBASS?!"

The whole room went silent.

And that’s when everyone started to realize—Y/N had been gone for a long time.

Todoroki blinked. "…When did you last see her?"

Iida frowned. "She left after class, I believe."

Kaminari sat up straight. "Wait, after class? That was at 4:30 PM!"

Collective horror filled the room.

"SHE’S BEEN GONE FOR FIVE HOURS?!" Kaminari screamed.

Mina shot up from the couch. "OH MY GOD, SHE'S DEAD!"

Kirishima gasped. "SHE GOT KIDNAPPED!"

"Or lost," Todoroki muttered, sipping his tea.

Bakugou’s vein popped. "OF COURSE, SHE GOT LOST! SHE’S A DAMN DIRECTIONLESS IDIOT!"

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Just then— A knock on the door. Everyone whipped their heads around. Aizawa-sensei stood there, looking slightly more awake than usual. And then he said the one thing that shattered the entire dorm.

"Where’s Y/N?"

Silence. Pure, deafening silence.

And then—

"YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS EITHER?!"

The class erupted into chaos.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE IS SHE?!" Uraraka screeched.

"SHOULDN’T YOU KNOW?!" Kirishima yelled.

"SHE’S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY!" Iida pointed dramatically.

Momo clutched her chest. "Sensei, please don’t tell us you were the last person to see her—"

Aizawa blinked. "I just asked her to grab some snacks for Eri after class." Everyone stopped.

Kirishima stared. "…After class?"

Aizawa nodded. "Yeah. That was at 4:30 PM."

BOOM.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” Bakugou exploded. Literally. His hands sparked, and his entire body radiated fury.

Aizawa sighed, completely unfazed by his student’s nuclear-level outburst. "Why are you all yelling?"

"BECAUSE YOU SENT HER OUT FIVE HOURS AGO, AND SHE HASN’T COME BACK!" Aizawa… blinked. Then, very slowly, he checked the time.

9:30 PM.

"…Oh."

OH?!

"Sensei!" Uraraka cried. "You sent her out alone?!"

"SHE GETS LOST IN THE DORMS!" Kaminari shrieked.

"She once tried to go to the training room and ended up in the boys’ bathroom," Sero added.

"One time, I found her outside the dorms when she was just trying to find the laundry room," Momo said gravely.

Todoroki sipped his tea. "She might’ve accidentally boarded a train."

Silence.

"SHE WOULDN’T—" Bakugou stopped.

He thought about it.

…She totally would.

His face darkened.

"THAT’S IT. I’M GOING TO FIND HER."

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Meanwhile…

I was very, very lost.

What was supposed to be a five-minute errand turned into five hours of wandering. I had taken a shortcut.

I should not have taken a shortcut.

Somehow, I had ended up in an entirely different neighborhood.

I checked my phone. 3% battery.

"…Oops."

I clutched the snack bag tightly. "Well, at least I got the snacks!"

That was not the priority.

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10:00 PM – Heights Alliance

Bakugou stormed back into the dorms, looking furious and exhausted.

"NO LUCK?!" Kirishima asked.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I FOUND HER, SHITTY HAIR?!" Bakugou roared. "I CHECKED EVERYWHERE!"

"We need to call the police," Iida declared.

"Or put up missing person posters," Kaminari added.

Todoroki sipped his tea. "Have we considered checking the store?"

Everyone stopped.

Bakugou froze.

And then—

The front door opened.

I stepped inside, smiling like nothing was wrong.

"Oh! Hey, guys!" I beamed, holding up the bag. "I got the snacks Aizawa sensei!"

Silence.

Then—

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

I blinked. "Uh… funny story—"

Before I could finish, I was tackled by Mina, Uraraka, and Momo.

"WE THOUGHT YOU DIED!"

"You were gone for six hours!"

Bakugou stomped over. His hands trembled. His jaw was clenched. His red eyes were burning.

"YOU," he growled. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

I gulped. "I… got lost?"

"NO. REALLY?"

"…Really."

His hands balled into fists. And then— He pulled me into a crushing hug.

I froze.

The entire class froze. "…Holy crap," Kaminari whispered.

"Did Bakugou just… hug someone?" Bakugou quickly shoved me away, face red as hell. "DON’T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!"

I laughed nervously. "Sorry?" Aizawa sighed. "Never again." He turned to me, eyes serious. "You are never running errands alone again." The class nodded aggressively. Bakugou crossed his arms. "Damn right, she’s not." I smirked. "So… I’m getting a personal escort now?" Bakugou’s face turned redder.

"SHUT UP YOU DUMBASS!"

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[ivyvenus333]

satosugu crack fic!!!!!

a/n: wrote this as a twitter threadfic,, and the difference between writing for twitter vs tumblr is comically insane. this is so unserious and shittily written, but that's what makes it fun ;) poorly smut at the end:)

satosugu who know that they have feelings for one another, but being the first to admit it would just be “too gay.” so instead, they resort to a game of chicken, trying to make the other jealous enough to break first. the lengths they (mostly gojo) go to are insane.

gojo pays shoko $1,500 to give him hickies. ("$500." "who the fuck do you think I am?" "$1,000?" "double it and give it to the next person." "$1,500?" "fine. you spoiled rich bitch.") they are both literally gagging as it's happening and shoko actually barfs after, but gojo is left with a giant purple bruise on the nape of his neck, so he's happy.

gojo runs into geto in their shared kitchen the next morning, wearing an off-the-shoulder comfy t-shirt of course. did he cut the neckline of one of his shirts? doesn't matter. and gojo is so annoyed when geto says nothing even after his eyes clearly drift down to his neck. whatever, at least he saw it.

"what are you doing today, suguru?"

"nothing much. have a coffee date at noon but i'm free the rest of the day after that."

he's joking, right?

"with who?"

"you wouldn't know her," geto comments as he grabs his plate and heads towards the living room to eat on the couch. he can't help but smirk when he hears the patter of gojo's footsteps following him.

"what's her name, suguru?"

"doesn't matter. you don't know her."

truth is, obviously geto doesn't have a date. but around 11:30am he walks into gojo's room with his hair pulled up into a neat bun (gojo's favorite hairstyle of his), tight dress pants, and no shirt. because it's wrinkled and he needs the iron from satoru's room, obviously. gojo's face is priceless, aquamarine eyes widening in shock before scoffing and calling geto a slut.

"since when has the iron ever been in my room. go check the linen closet." thank god suguru listens and leaves his room because wtf is that growing in his pants. (this is what i mean, sooo unserious im sorry).

geto now has to find some way to pass the couple of hours he allegedly has a date. so he goes to shoko's who demolishes him for what he's wearing. he talks to her about the hickies he saw on gojo's neck and asks if he's mentioned anything about seeing someone.

gojo promptly gets a text that reads "send me $500 right now if you don't want me to tell suguru about who you gave you those hickies."

the money is sent before gojo realizes that, wait? suguru is with shoko?

"where are you guys right now?"

"my house. you're not invited. don't show up."

now that would be too good. but gojo isn't going to let geto know that he know he's lying.

instead, when geto gets back, gojo is all over suguru asking how it went, what is she like, show me a picture, why won't you suguru, were you lying about the whole thing? the most geto says is that it went well and he has plans with her next weekend.

"what if we have a double date instead? I can meet this mystery woman, and you can meet mine," gojo says, pointing at the fading hickies on his neck. cringe.

suguru agrees, he's not sure why, but now they're both fucked. what they don't know is that both of them resort to the same solution - finding a girl on the streets that's attractive enough and explaining that they need help making someone jealous and 'i know this is so awkward but please.' gojo's girl agrees after being offered an obscene amount of money, of course, and geto's girl agrees just because he's pretty.

the week passes and the girls come over to their place for dinner. everyone is in a little bit of shock when geto's girl is pale, blonde and blue-eyed, and gojo's obviously a long-haired brunette with brown eyes.

(the girls excuse themselves to the bathroom to have a giggle fest, and oh my god they're so into each other so let's devise a plan to make this happen. they're fujoshis what can i say)

the girls take the lead, each being so touchy with their respective 'dates' and laughing at their unfunny jokes. the dinner goes fine save for the awkward stares that gojo and geto give to the girls sitting across from them. the girls pryyy, with "hey, it's almost like your each others type!" and all they get are awkward chuckles because wtf. whatever whatever.

after dinner, the 'couples' retreat to their rooms. the conversations each 'couple' has go about the same. "oh my god, you're in love with him aren't you. you know what would really make him jealous? if we pretend to have sex." (totally definitely not planned by the girls earlier.)

cue obnoxious moaning noises from each room, and the sounds of beds creaking (its them at the foot of the bed trying to hide their giggles as they jerk the bed back and forth). the plan is failing, because the respective girls admit to gojo and geto what they spoke to each other about earlier and now everyone in that house knows that the noises coming from the other room are fake.

a while later, satoru and suguru walk the girls out at the same time (plot device). gojo and geto receive friendly glares, the girls' eyebrows comically raised and eyes going back and forth between the two as if saying bffr and get on with it. when the door clicks shut, gojo and geto turn to one another, mouths slightly open and each one trying to figure out what to say. geto speaks first.

"really, gojo?"

"don't 'gojo' me. really what, suguru?"

"do you think i'm stupid?"

"yeah, i do. stop being elusive, what are you talking about, suguru."

"the hickies, the girl you've been seeing who didn't know what digimon was (this somehow came up at the dinner idk), your whole charade?"

"i know you were at shoko's during your alleged coffee date. idiot," gojo blurts.

"yeah well shoko told me who gave you those hickies."

"what! i paid her $500 not to tell you."

"and i'm $250 richer, satoru."

gojo scowls because this whole thing is so stupid and they're both so dumb. he doesn't really know what to say to that. but fuck shoko, he thinks.

"are you done, satoru?" suguru says as he takes a step closer to gojo.

"done with what?" gojo says, eyes drifting and voice softer than normal because suguru suddenly seems so so close, and he smells so good, and he looks so pretty.

geto takes two fingers and places them under gojo's chin, tilting his face up and leaving him with no option but to make eye contact.

"satoru, come on. stop pretending."

"stop pretending what?" god he is so annoying.

"that you don't want this" gojo winces because god geto is so sexy and so onto him and there's no avoiding this.

"want what?"

ok, geto has had enough of satoru answering him with questions and you know what, they both want this, so fucking fine he'll make the first move.

"i hate you," geto says, leaning in so the tips of their noses are barely touching, his breath ghosting gojo's face, his lips, as he speaks.

"clearly," gojo whispers with shakey breath as his eyes drift down towards geto's lips.

geto can't help but roll his eyes because of course gojo would still be an annoying brat while this is happening.

they're unsure of who leans in first, but it doesn't even matter because suddenly they're kissing and it's just so sweet. their hands frantically roam each other's bodies and soft groans escape their mouth as their kiss deepens and suddenly gojo is pressed against the door, suguru's hands gripping his waist and his thumbs digging into his hip bones.

geto pulls away briefly just to tease gojo with a "is this what you wanted, satoru?"

gojo shakes his head.

"no? so you want me to stop?"

gojo whines and it's the sexiest thing geto has ever heard.

"tell me what you want 'toru."

and all he says (whines) is "more."

geto lets out a mocking 'tch' before sliding his hands up the sides of gojo's body, fingers suddenly perched and tugging at his silky undercut. gojo is so pliant, immediately tilting his head to give geto access to his neck.

"ah, so you want this," geto says while dragging his tongue up satoru's pretty, pale neck. gojo moans like a bitch which only encourages geto to sink his teeth into his skin and start sucking.

"want me to give you hickies?" and geto's question is stupid because of course he already knows satoru's answer.

anyways, they are both so turned on and things escalate when geto instinctually ruts his hips forward into gojo's. and omg they can feel each other's boners and holy shit both of them are huge.

"more, more, more" gojo repeats like a sacred mantra as geto peppers kisses along his jaw line.

geto gets the point. and his lips are back on gojo's and his hands are wrapping around to squeeze gojo's ass before wrapping them around the back of his thighs - a silent demand to jump. gojo does, obviously, but his legs don't wrap fully around geto's waist. geto hooks his hands under gojo's knees, forcing his legs to stay open and giving geto just the perfect access to thrust his hips fowards and upwards creating the most perfect friction as their cocks grind against one another.

"want me to take you to the bedroom, and have real sex?"

"not funny, you were faking it too, suguru."

suguru chuckles and carries him to his bedroom, and anyways they have sex and it's the best thing either of them have ever experienced. and gojo being gojo says "i hope you know we're dating now" as the two cuddle and catch their breaths afterwards.

"i know, satoru."

and the two talk and giggle about how disgusting it was that shoko gave gojo hickies, and how long they've both wanted that and "suguru, can i try being on top next time?" "no." "ok." and once they've rested they go again and again all night.

the two become good close friends with those girls, who are obviously sat front and center at their wedding.

[moniibu]

Hii, I like very much your work in Yandere Fem Bully/delicuent, Can we have a part four? I been thinking about a reader who is finally the partner of Fem bully and Fem Bully invites her to her house. Or maybe something clingy and fluff with reader trying to find a little peace and taking refuge in the school library, and simply Fem Bully going crazy looking under every stone for her beloved ❤️❤️❤️

Pleaseee come back to write WE MISS YOU

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY X FEM READER *:･ﾟ✧

this is a piece based on my previous works, which are on my page.

hi everyone! after a busy schedule and having my ass kicked by writers block, i am finally back! i appreciate all the love and support you all have given me for my work! it means a lot for me and after seeing this request made me realize why i loved writing so much in the first place.

this piece of work is more “fan-fiction-y” per se, meaning that i wrote a mini story rather than my normal work. there isn’t really a lot to watch for other than *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ being a desperate and needy yandere for reader.

word count: 6.8k, bordering on 6.9

it’s been a while since i’ve written anything, so i apologize for any mistakes or if my work is worse than what my other pieces are. this was pretty fun to write btw.

thank you anon for sending me a request! it means a lot to me that you love my work that much that much you want to see more!

reblogging/reposting is appreciated, but NOT expected. if you would like to see anything specific, requests ARE OPEN!

also, i plan on making a name for this character in the future since it was getting a little annoying spam copying *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ countless times.

remember, this is a LESBIAN post. MEN and MEN ALIGNED people DNI!

summary: you’ve been in a weird position with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. you’ve been distant, and she can tell. after admitting the reason why, she invites you to her house, intent on changing and making you close to her again.

i hope you all enjoy this work of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ !

it was lunchtime, the cafeteria being packed and buzzing with students eagerly awaiting a meal, just like you. after a long day of quizzes and note taking from your teachers, there was nothing more you wanted than stuffing your face with a sub from the sub area of the lunch room.

you walked towards the line, the line of students reaching where the napkins and the silverware were in the middle of the lunch room. you were agitated at the fact that lunch began seven minutes ago, and the line had already increased in size as time went on. you let out a sigh of sadness before hearing your name being called out. you whip your head, seeing *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.

“[NAME]!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ calls out, moving her arm in a motion for you to come over. you awkwardly walk over, cutting in line, not missing the mixture of stares and whispers from the other students as you walk up to one of the most hated people in school.

“hey baby. saved you a spot. i know you like the subs.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ flashes a smile, her eyes shimmering with want, almost as if she’s hoping you would praise her for her action.

“thanks” you mumble, looking towards the side, your feet scuffing the floor. sure, you might’ve made out with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ three weeks ago, and weirdly enough became her girlfriend, but it didn’t stop the stomachache you got from being in her presence.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s smile falters, immediately catching on. she thought she fixed the problem? she threw away her pride! she practically got on her knees and begged for you to forgive her! maybe her gifting you roses and a necklace wasn’t the best present, but she made sure you understood that she wanted to fix this! why was her baby going back to before?

you give the lunch lady your sub order before putting your pin in and grabbing your chocolate milk. as you wait for the lunch lady to prepare your sub, you sneak a glance at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, who looks deep in thought, glaring at the bell peppers.

“*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧?” you call, tapping her arm. she looks at you in a daze. “you’ve been glaring at the food. hurry up so we can sit down” you tell her, grabbing your food and standing to the side.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ does as you say, guiding you two to a table in the back corner of the cafeteria. you only saw one backpack, confusing you. “where are your friends?” you question. you’ve never sat alone at lunch with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ before, and the thought of it made you a bit squeamish to say the least.

“not here.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ barks out. “busy either catching up with work or doing random shit. i don’t give a fuck.” she scoffs.

“besides, told them to scram since i had something to talk to you about.”

“about what?” you raise your eyebrow in both confusion and curiosity.

“you! you’ve been distant lately. you avoid my gaze and every time i try touching you, you look like I’m going to give you the plague! you’re fucking scared with your tail between your legs!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ roars. “like you’re gonna get killed just for being near me! it literally happened just now! and don’t you dare fucking lie to me either because we both know it’s true.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs before calming down. she tries to make her tone softer and gentle, hoping that it would coax out the information she wanted from you. “i don’t know what thoughts are being put into your head, or what your shitty friends are whispering into your ears, but when i told you i wanted to fix my mistake and the way I’ve treated you, and i meant it. please let me in so i can fix it.” she pleads, giving you a look of desperation.

you finish chewing a bite of your sub, looking down at your feet. “i don’t know, okay?” you stumble out. “i know you’re trying to change, and trust me, i want this to work just as much as you do, but i just—”

“just what? fucking spit it out!” she barks.

“i said I don’t know!“ you holler, and before you know it, all the thoughts that you wanted to keep in, the feelings that you kept chained away start coming out. “you claim you’re changing yet we haven’t done anything! you don’t take me out, you don’t call me or text me after school, and you still act “hard” around me! what do you want me to think?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s face heats up with embarrassment. “well you’re my first, okay?! don’t know what i’m doing. i’m fucking trying.”

“i know you are.”

“i want you to talk to me. it’s like you hold it in but get mad that i don’t know exactly what you want.”

a smile dances on *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s face as she banters with you, the two of you going back and forth with “yes it is” and “no it isn’t”’s.

you open your mouth, ready to ask *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ something, but the sound of the bell screeches out, cutting your sentence off. you grab your backpack, unzipping it and grabbing a notebook. you rip out a sheet and grab a pen, scribbling your number.

you rip the piece from the paper and hand it to *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. “what’s this?” she asks.

“my number? so that we can fix the part of us interacting with each other when school ends. maybe you don’t text me cause you lost it.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“I have to get to class, bye *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.” you smile, walking away, giving her a small wave before leaving her in the cafeteria by herself.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles before pulling out her phone. she puts your number in her phone with urgency, like the paper would disappear if she didn’t do it right then and there.

as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks to class, she looks down at her screen, wondering what to text you. she doesn’t want to sound desperate, but doesn’t want you to end up losing interest with her. that’s the last thing she wants!

to: baby

it’s me. save my number if you haven’t.

trying to do this whole “fixing the problem” thing you mentioned properly.

come to my house.

it could be a date or whatever.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ hits send after send, unable to stop herself from the word vomit she was currently spewing. she just hoped you would agree.

god was she stupid. she wanted to smack herself. how come she didn’t realize that her baby wanted more? she always said she wanted you demanding, but now that you did it, she was completely lost. she’s glad that something good came out of exploding on your earlier. now she knows exactly how to fix it so it’s like before; you being happy in her presence, feeling complete bliss.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ anxiously awaits your response. she sits down in her chair, checking her phone every second she could, hoping that she got a response back.

twenty minutes pass by, and *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ begins to grow restless. what the hell were you doing that you couldn’t reply to your girlfriend? english wasn’t that fucking time consuming!

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ phone buzzes. she knows it could only come from one person, and her knowing it was you only make her smile grow wider.

to: baby

it’s me. save my number if you haven’t.

trying to do this whole “fixing the problem”thing you mentioned earlier properly.

come to my house.

it could be a date or whatever.

from: baby

hi!

i’d love to come over

it better be the best date of my life

i’m not kidding either *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grins, unable to contain the burst of excitement. she’s got a date with her baby! she’ll finally be fixing everything once and for all!

the thought of you coming to *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ changes from excitement to being riddled with nerves. what if the plans she makes bore you? make you want to leave? she can’t let that happen. she’ll make sure you don’t want to leave. after all; it’ll be your house in the future. she has to make sure her baby loves everything about it!

the last bell of the day rings, with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rushing out the door. she waits for the driver to arrive, itching her arm in irritation. can’t her driver go any faster? she has to make sure she gets things her baby loves so you’ll have the time of your life!

the driver arrives. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets in the car, throwing her bag next to her. “drive to the store, and quickly.” she barks out, looking over at the window.

“which one?” the driver asks as he turns out the driveway. “one where i can get multiple things. i’m going to have someone over today. it needs to be perfect” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ emphasizes.

“Yes ma’am” the driver replies, driving down the street, heading towards the store. “I’ll be gone for an hour max. stay here.” she commands. the driver gives her a quick yes in reply. she gets out of her car, picking up her pace as she practically runs into the store, thinking of what gifts would make her baby showcase the soft smile that she loves oh so much.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ almost wants to text you, asking what snacks you would like or what activities you want her to buy so you can enjoy yourself. she reminds herself that she wants you to feel just how she felt when she forced you grab her food; that feeling of appreciation and delight she got from the action of you giving her things that she loves without her asking you.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks down the aisles, dumping things in the cart she thinks that you might enjoy; from face masks and coloring books to a matching sweatsuit set and a box of brownies for you two to make. she made sure to head over to the beauty section, grabbing you a bottle of perfume she thought you would like, as well as some nail polish with colors she thought suited you as you always had your nails painted.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks over to the jewelry section, grabbing you a gold bracelet with a pair of matching hoops. she then grabs you a bouquet of light pink tulips and yellow roses along with other colors before putting it in her cart.

as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks up to the self checkout, she can’t help but think about how much her baby is going to love the gifts she bought. you always love her gifts and she just knew you were going hop up and down adorably like you usually did. she knew you were going to gush over it.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks out the store. she opens up the car door, setting down the bags of her items. she grabs out her phone, going to your contact. she sends you a quick message, which gets her a quicker response in return.

to: baby

when do you want to start?

send me your address.

i’ll have the driver pick you up.

can’t wait for you to see what i

have planned for you.

from: baby

anytime is fine

can’t wait for you to rock my

world with your planned

activities

it’s XXXCC SPXX Drive

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ sets the bags in the back behind her seat. “go to XXXCC SPXX Drive.” she demands. The driver puts the address into the gps, pulling out of the store parking lot, heading to your house.

the car pulls up to your house. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. she sends you a quick text to let you know she’s outside. she decides to go on her phone to pass the six minute time it takes for to grab your bags and come to her car.

you curl up your hand, softly knocking on the window. it startles *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, but she quickly barks out for the driver to unlock the door who opens it in a rush.

you get into the car, sitting in the seat across from her. “looking amazing baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ blurts out, unable to stop herself. she grabs your hand, giving a quick peck. “so gorgeous.” she smiles.

“thank you” you say, letting out a soft laugh, making *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s heart swoon. you buckle in your seatbelt and switch from watching out the window to going on your phone as the driver takes you two to her house. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ sneaks glances at you throughout the drive, being in complete awe at the beauty you possess.

the driver *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ pulls into the driveway. she grabs the bags next to her before getting out of the car. she puts all the bags in one hand, leaving the other out for you.

you give a small chuckle, taking her hand as she helps you out the car. as you two begin to walk to the front doors, you see bags that you didn’t see before.

“so..” you tease. “what’s in the bags?”

“shit for our date. gonna make it the best fucking date you ever had just like i promised.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, closing the door for you.

you walk in the door, taking in the entryway of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s house. she wasn’t kidding when she said she was rich.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ guides you to her living room, the size shocking you completely. her living room was the same size of the entire first floor at your house. every detail of the room was carefully arranged, ensuring perfection down to the fiber of the decor.

she sets the bags down on the glass table in the center of the living room. “i asked those freaks what to do for a ‘at home’ date, so here you go.” she says, dumping the contents of the bag onto the table.

as your eyes glance from item to item, you find coloring books with markers, face masks, and a box of brownies.

“wow” you gush, giving *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ a quick kiss. “this is so thoughtful! thank you so much love!” you chirp, giving her a quick peck on the cheek; which turns into two, then three, then you kissing all over her face.

“oopsie” you giggle. “sorry about that love.” you say, wiping your lip gloss prints off with your hands. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ stops you, slapping off your hand. she didn’t want you to wipe it off. she wanted the stickiness of your lip gloss to imprint in her skin. for her to realize the moment she dreamed of happening was real, that this wasn’t a dream.

“what the hell?” you call out.

“it’s whatever. don’t mind my baby kissing me silly over me getting her a few gifts from the store.” she says, looking the other way, the tips of her ears showing a hue of pink.

you let out a chuff before giving her one more kiss on her lips, this time letting your lips linger. “it’s not whatever *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. you took the time to get me things i would like and that means a lot to me.” you smile at her, making *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ fall deeper in love with you more than she already has.

“got you something else.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ blurts out, grabbing the bag she hid.

“oh i didn’t see that one.” you sit up, giddy with excitement. you were curious, trying to anticipate on what she bought for you that she did originally. “what’s in this one?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ pulls out the bouquet of flowers with a box. “open it.” she commands gently. she watches you closely, awaiting your reaction. you open the box to find a pair of gold earrings and matching bracelet. you dig in the bag once more, seeing nail polish and perfume.

you jump on *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ in a frenzy, making her hands quickly latch onto your waist to make sure you don’t fall over. “thank you love! thank you, thank you, thank you, thank YOU!” you scream happily.

you give her a kiss, pressing for more than a peck. it wasn’t as sensual as your kisses usually are, but you wanted her to feel the burst of love you had for her, that you were feeling for her.

“shit. if i knew this would happen every time i buy you a gift then i would’ve been spoiling you all day everyday.”

“well you can start tomorrow. i’ll be expecting a gift when we meet in the morning on the steps.” you say jokingly.

“bet. my baby gets whatever the fuck she wants.” she reminds, hugging you, clutching you close to her chest.

“i was just playing, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.” you laugh dryly.

“i wasn’t. gonna get you so many fucking gifts you’ll become the brattiest girl in the world.” she says, lovingly feeling up and down your sides. “and when you do,” she adds. “i’ll give you my credit card and you’ll spend as much as you want. drain that shit, it won’t make a dent even if i bought you the whole god damn mall.”

you’re sit there in bewilderment, unable to utter out a sentence. “i can’t believe that you love me that much to do that.” you usher out, your heart feeling warm, touched at the gesture.

“better believe it baby, cause it’s gonna happen. don’t mind you acting stuck up and expecting everything going your way. wanna see you demanding shit from me like the princess you’re meant to be.”

you make a mental note in your head to go along with what seems like *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s expectations. “we’ll just save for the next date then.” you press a quick peck on her lips before getting up.

“now let’s started!” you exclaim. “grab the bags with the face masks and the brownies.” you grab *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s arm, leading her into the kitchen.

she places the bags on the kitchen counter. “grab some bowls please.” you ask, taking out the face masks and the box of brownies out the bag. you take out the face mask bottle, squirting some of the black paste onto your fingers. “c’mere,” you call out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks over to you.

you rub the paste on her chin and her forehead. “this is fucking stupid.” she scoffs. you ignore her cries, rolling your eyes. you squirt more out from the bottle and put it on her cheeks and finish by placing some on her nose.

“no it’s not! besides you look cute.”

“no, i look like a god damn idiot.”

“well, suck it up. you look cute and i like doing this stuff. you shouldn’t have bought it then if you didn’t wanna wear it with me.” you point out.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grumbles, muttering under her breath. “okay, your turn.” she picks up the bottle, squeezing out the paste.

“woah woah woah! that was too much! only a little at a time *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧!” you screech out.

“fucking sorry! acting like it was on purpose.” she avoids your gaze, her face bunching up, eyebrows furrowing. you grab her face, giving her a kiss. “it’s okay *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. just try as best as you can to use all of it from your hand and rinse the rest off.” you give her multiple kisses, hoping your attempting at soothing her will work.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smears the paste on your face, rubbing it into your cheeks and rubbing the groove between your nose and your lips, indenting her fingerprints into your skin.

you look up at her, the features sculpted on her face making you feel a sudden urgency of want. feeling your gaze, she smirks. “don’t mind you kissing me baby.”

“god you’re so full of yourself.” you smile, holding her closer by intertwining your arms around her neck, giving her a kiss. the kiss wasn’t sexual, the kiss being full of love and affection.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ taps you, asking permission for more. you pull away, stopping what you know will lead into a passionate make out session, just like the last time. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs in irritation at the removal. “relax love. you might get more later if you behave.”

“then i’ll make sure i’m the best for my baby so i can finally get her in a way i want.” you feel your face heat up as you move away from her.

“w-well! let’s get started on those brownies!” you move away, flustered. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grins, watching you hop around in the kitchen.

you head towards the sink, washing your hands. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ copies you, washing her hands before following you.

you grab a bowl, placing the powder in. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ cracks the egg, putting in the water. you grab a rubber spatula, mixing the ingredients together. “can you please grab a tin so i can put this in there?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks off, grabbing the bowl. she looks to the side. out of the corner of her eye, she catches you staring at her movements. she makes the decision to give you a show. she reaches for the tin in the bottom cabinet, flexing her muscles, the veins in her biceps bulging on display.

she’d make sure to put on a show for her baby. for you to realize how strong she is. for you to see how good she can take care of you just with strength alone.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets up, handing you the tin. you pour the mixture in, placing it in the oven. you set the timer, walking back over towards *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. “and now, we wait.”

“the fuck are we supposed to do?”

“watch tv and color, duhhh!” you drag out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rolls her eyes, walking back towards the living room.

“why don’t you put on something to watch?” you ask, grabbing the coloring books and box of markers and put it on your side of the table.

“what shitty show are we watching.” she asks. she turns on the tv, going towards hulu.

“it’s not shitty” you roll your eyes. “and this new cooking show that just came out. my friend was telling me all about it so i want to see if she’s lying or not.” you ramble.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ digs her nails into her thighs, clenching her jaw. she can’t help the jealousy brewing in her chest. why the hell were you taking a recommendation from that bitch of all people? she had plenty of shows you could watch. why didn’t you ask her? she would always provide for her baby! even if it was something as silly as a tv show or movie recommendation.

“we’ll watch the shitty show recommended by the princesses shitty friend.” she says through clenched teeth, unable to hide the pure wrath of anger she felt.

you slap *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s chest lightly. “my friend is not shitty! and stop being rude. we planned this to have fun, not worry about other people.” you remind. “let’s just watch a movie okay? you can pick it out.”

“gonna pick the best movie in the world just for my baby.” she grabs your side, tugging you close to her chest, or at least attempting to. “wait.., the coloring books” you whine out.

“another time. wanna watch a movie cuddling up with you.” as you struggle to grab the books anyways, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grabs your waist, pulling you close to her chest successfully.

“um hello?!” you shout.

“cmon baby, let’s relax a bit, yeah? it’s been a long week for both of us and we definitely fucking need this.”

“whatever. i’m going to check on the brownies” you say, removing yourself from her hold. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ internally scoffs, loathing you evacuating her hold.

you walk back to her kitchen, hearing a mix of her acting like she doesn’t care to begging for you to come back. in perfect time, the oven goes off. you pull the brownies in the oven. “*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧! come in here!” you chirp. “the brownies are ready! we just need to wait for them to rest a bit.”

“then they’re not fucking ready stupid.”

“well they’re out of the oven aren’t they?” you retort back. “that means they’re ready then. the baking is complete to versus how it was twenty minutes ago.” you usher out.

you grab *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hand. “now, lead me to the bathroom so we can wash these face masks off. i’m ready for this to be off my skin.”

“couldn’t have said it better my god damn self.” she huffs out, holding your hand tight, as if you’d leave her if she let go. she leads you two the bathroom.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grabs you from your ass, holstering you up on the bathroom counter, making you screech in shock.

“the hell was that for?” she asks, her eyebrow arching in confusion.

“oh, well i don’t know,” you say sarcastically. “maybe the fact that out of nowhere my ass was grabbed?!”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ chuckles dryly. “oh, yeah. didn’t know my baby was still shy about shit like that.” she teases, grinning.

“i’m not shy” you retort. “just surprised.”

“yeah yeah. be right back. gonna get us towels and shit. hope this brilliant face mask shit of yours doesn’t ruin my towels.”

“whatever you say loser!” you yell, laughing as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets farther and farther.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ comes back moments later, two black washcloths in her hands. “gonna wash yours off first.“ she explains. she grabs the bar of soap next to her, rinsing the towel under water before lathering soap onto the washcloth.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles at you blissfully. she loves taking care of her baby. sure, she likes making sure you’re taken care of financially, but moments like these, the soft ones you let her do makes her feel that buzz of pridefulness that no amount of credit card swiping can do.

“are you almost done? or are you gonna keep smiling at me like a love-stricken idiot.”

“ain’t no shame in my fucking game. when you have a baby as mesmerizing as i do all you do is admire how stunning they are.”

“thank you *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧” you say bashfully, buffering from the praise. “you never fail to remind me you love me.”

“good. need to make sure you know it. how much i love and worship you. how much i’ll do for you. i’ll dote on you for the rest of my life.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ continues to go on her usual rant of her devoting her life to you. “okay, my turn! get the washcloth wet for me. i can already tell we’re not switching spots” you say annoyingly.

“damn right we ain’t.” she says. she grabs the other washcloth, doing the same thing she did previously. she lets you feel her face, touching each part with pure love, admiration, and devotion. you caress her face with care as you rinse off the black paste from the face mask from her face.

the touch makes *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ feel euphoric. she loves the gestures that prove you feel the same way about her. as you finish, you hand the washcloths back to her. you hop off the counter, waiting for *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ to be done with discarding them.

“fucking finally. let’s go watch that movie i wanted to show you.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks back into the living room, you scuffling closely behind her. she sits on the couch. she yanks your hand, plopping you down right beside her. you scoot your body closer to her, the two of you being just mere inches apart. “i can’t wait to see what you picked!” you chirp.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ presses play, turning on a romcom you like. you rest your head on her shoulder, engrossed in the film.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ steals glances from you throughout the movie, losing interest ages ago. the brightness from the tv shines on you, making you look ravishing and utterly breathtaking. it was torturous. it was like you were created by the goddesses themselves. she debates, fighting with herself on whether or not to caress you and touch each inch she so desperately craved, or to act like how she had been all evening; nice and caring and a girlfriend who wanted to fix the rough patch she was currently in.

was this on purpose? she wouldn’t care if it was. she was too far gone anyway. you could leave her completely broke; stealing all her money and her coming to a house with nothing but bare walls, it wouldn’t matter to her. as long as your eyes showcase the same love and admiration she feels for you then she’ll die a happy woman.

the credits start to roll. you get up, stretching, your body on display. your shirt lifts up, your navel showing. you were surely tormenting her! it was like you were purposely trying rile her up, to entice and provoke her with your provocativeness.

“did you forget the third bag?” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ asks you.

you stare mindlessly at her for a few moments before speaking up. “third bag?” your voice trails off in confusion.

“yeah you idiot. i got three bags in total and you only looked at two.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ shoves the bag in your face, commanding you with her eyes for you to cast your eyes on the bag.

you dig in the grocery bag, finding a red sweatsuit with white stripes on the side with a red matching sweatshirt. “aww!” you gush. your eyesight becomes blurry, your tears glistening as they cloud your vision. “i c-can’t believe you thought of getting us matching outfits.” you blubber out, the waterworks beginning.

“hey, don’t become a crybaby now. i hate criers.” she barks out, although her words have no bite. it doesn’t help the fact that she inches closer to you, engulfing you in her hold, holding you dearly.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ intertwines your hands with hers, your fingers tangled with hers. “go to the bathroom and put it on, understand?”

you nod, walking to the bathroom. the flutter you felt from the gesture sat on your chest. you smiled outside, clutching the bag close to you. it may have been a simple sweatsuit to others, but with a girlfriend like *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, it was like receiving the best gift known to man. she gave you gifts often, but this one just felt different, the reasoning why being on the tip of your tongue.

“hey, stop standing there like a fucking idiot and head to the bathroom!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ discloses. before you can respond back to her, she pushes you into the next door, shouting out. “be ready in five minutes!”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ shuts the door behind you. you’re a bit shocked to say the least. when you told her you wanted to hang out more, you didn’t think she would take it this far.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rushes towards the next room she sees, ripping the clothes off her body and hurriedly changing into the sweatsuit she bought for you. she had to hurry to make sure she would be there when you open the door!

you open the bag, taking out the outfit and placing it on the counter. you take off your clothes before putting on the new outfit. the sweatsuit surprisingly fits you well, not too big or small. you step out of the bathroom only to see *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ standing right by the door.

“what the hell? you startled me!” you exclaim, placing your hand on your chest.

“sorry baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ apologies, pressing a peck on your temple. her hands rest down on your waist, looking down at you. “you look fucking incredible. who knew someone could make a shitty sweatsuit look so god damn perfect.”

“you look good too.” you say, placing your hands on her biceps. you give it a quick squeeze, darting out your tongue. the feeling of your fingertips on her skin makes her moan internally. “you look so strong in your outfit.”

“oh really?” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smirks.

“really. it’s making me feel things if i’m being honest.” you say, your voice filled with want. you grab a fistful of her shirt, pulling her closer to you, kissing her.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rips the door open, shoving you two back into the bathroom. she grabs your waist harsher with much more force, her thumbs circling your sides, pushing you back into the wall.

the kiss was intoxicating. it was like you couldn’t get enough, and neither could she. it was sloppy at times. the kiss was full of desperation and longing. it was like you could tell exactly what *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ was feeling, and it was finally coming out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ licks the walls of your mouth, making your brain foggy.

as you two kiss one another, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ moves her hands down to your ass, making you gasp in shock. as you open your mouth, she shoves her tongue inside. the action makes you moan out in bliss. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ kisses you deeply, your tongues tangling with the others, making you both melt in bliss.

there was a short-lived battle for dominance, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ winning. you wrap your arms around her neck, making her move forward impossibly closer to you. you two make out for a bit more before coming up for air, a trail of saliva departing from the two of you.

you pant out, looking up at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who looks out of it as well. her face is red, as well as the tips of her ears, her chest heaving up and down. you don’t know where the boldness came from, but after kissing her, you want more, and you felt like she felt the same way, she usually does after all. you push her down, making her reach your height, whispering into her ear. “instead of doing this in the bathroom, why don’t we take it elsewhere?” you smirk, your voice sultry.

you take *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hand off your waist and lead it down to your pussy, making her feel the wetness in your pants. her face immediately turns red, switching from touching it and letting go, almost as if she was batting with herself. it seems like the right thoughts won. before you could even register, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ once again opens the door with quickness before dragging you up the stairs.

as soon as you two make it to her bedroom, she shuts the door close with so much force you thought the door would break off it’s hinges. she picks you up, throwing you on the bed. she hurriedly makes her way to her bed.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ kisses you, wasting no time shoving her tongue back in your mouth, making out with you again. her hands roam everywhere, trailing from your neck down your chest, cupping your breasts and scratching your nipples. the action makes you scream out in pleasure.

“ha~, j-just a moment.” you pant out.

“can’t. want to feel all of you. make my baby feel so fucking good that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. want to turn you into a complete mess. you don’t have to worry.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs out, moving down, leaving pecks at your neck. “i’ll take care of you. just turn off your brain and let yourself feel the pleasure i’m about to give you.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ looks back up at you, her eyes filled with desire. “let me spoil my baby. please?” she pleads. you can’t deny it either. you want this, and can’t wait any longer.

“okay, make me feel good.” you command, opening your legs wider to give *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ more access to give you the pleasure you so desperately crave. she sucks on your neck, making you moan wantonly.

“more.” you beg out, trying to push her harder into your neck.

“relax baby, i got you.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, giving you a peck. she kisses on your neck, moving to the side. she sucks on your neck, making you moan out louder than before. she smirks at the fact that she found one of your good spots.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ removes herself from your neck, looking at the hickie she’s just created. she gives you a peck on your neck, before kissing down your chest, she cups one of your breasts, putting your nipple in her mouth. she sucks, moving her tongue to lick the the top and the bottom of your nipple as well as your areola.

you clench the bedsheets next to you, arching your back from the touch. you begin to feel heat down there. you feel so much desire that it hurts. “*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧” you call out, making her take your breast out of her mouth with a pop. she blinks, eyelids half-lidded.

“move lower” you breathe out, grinding your pussy into her. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ chuckles, peppering kisses down your chest, trailing lower to your stomach and lingering near your navel. it was pathetic, but with the pleasure you were experiencing, you couldn’t care less.

she tears off your panties, her eyes filled with nothing but hunger. she darts out her tongue, licking your slit from bottom to top, using her fingers to spread your folds open.

“god you’re so mesmerizing.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ moans out. “i haven’t even done anything yet and it’s already so wet.”

embarrassed, the only thing you can do is let out a shaky moan in reply.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ squeezes your thighs, lapping up your wetness hungrily. a low groan vibrates from both of you, the act of being eaten out making the both of you feel pure euphoria.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ doesn’t stop, continuously giving you kitten licks and sucking your clit out of pure desperation. she sticks two fingers in without hesitation, making you shudder in pleasure. she pounds her fingers into you. the only thing you can do is cry out from the intense buzz that she was currently giving you.

gasps and moans are the only thing that surrounds the room. your brain was turning into mush. you lift yourself up slightly, gazing at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, who looks dazed herself; her eyes half-lidded as she humps the bed, rocking the bed back and forth.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ curls her fingers, making the waves of pleasure that just more intense. “so good. so so so good.” she hurls out. “you taste so good. want more. please, let me do more. wanna devour you whole.”

you grab a fistful of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hair, indicating that you’re close. she picks up the pace, shoving her fingers in and out faster, sucking harder, making you scream as you let go, letting the pleasure consume you and climaxing.

you collapse back on the bed, panting breathless as your chest rises and falls from the aftermath. your body is on fire, your body tingling. you lay there, drowning from the sensation of what your lover gave to you.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets up from the spot she was previously in. she takes off her shirt, smiling at you seductively. she takes off her pants until she’s completely nude, crawling slowly yet enticingly in the bed towards you in pure need. she gets closer to you, biting your earlobe, peppering kisses here and there as she whispers in your ear. “ready for more?”

as you lay in the bed dazed, you nod. “words baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, moving from your earlobe to giving you kisses on your jaw.

“yes. make me feel good. like you said.” you wrap your arms around her, locking your legs onto her lower back. you bring her into a kiss, your taste on her tongue. “i don’t wanna stop until i see stars.”

“your wish is my command princess.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles, kissing you once more as you two begin a night of ecstasy.

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February 2025

[seitmai]

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Iconic speech 😂👏🏻

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though;

Haha I love Nats speech, I just know it was probably longer and just as good and entertaining as this part 👏🏻

Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore.

Past/pre-relationship Bradley would have LOVED this, I mean we have all seen him walk into that bar 😅

The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

🤭🤭🤭

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

🥰🥰🥰

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

To that speech? Valid reaction

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

🤭🤭🤭

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

Just a quick teaser of the wedding night 🤭

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.”

Hahaha this is perfect, I love how nonchalant Phoenix is about it 😂

My Forever Valentine- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

A/N- happy belated valentines my angels! This is just a little something I’ve been working on for @roosterforme, hope you all love it!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

Warnings- a little angst, a little smut, language.

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though; it really was a miracle he’d managed to not only find you but also convince you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with. He’d been full of anger for years over Mav pulling his papers, despite the fact that he’d made it in the navy and been incredibly successful in his career. You’d seen right through his carefree aloha persona, broke down his walls and finally got him to self reflect and realize that the past wasn’t who he was; he’d made it through hell despite the roadblocks and that was what he should focus on instead. He had been stubborn, trying his damndest to push you away when you pushed him to make amends and heal, but you’d stayed. You’d made him better, made his life have meaning, and now he would spend the rest of his life showing you how much you meant to him and making a beautiful life for you.

He remembered the day he met you vividly. You’d been out at the hard deck with a group of friends, it shouldn’t have been any different than any other night out but when he heard your laugh and saw your face he knew. It was like everything in his life had come into focus and he couldn’t stop himself from getting up mid conversation to cross the bar and talk to you. You’d been watching him too, the easy carefree way he seemed to move through the crowd was mesmerizing and the two of you had hit it off like a house on fire. You both fell in love hard and fast, but it hadn’t been without its struggles. Bradley’s line of work was extremely taxing, gone for weeks- sometimes months a time with little to no contact. You’d been lonely but he’d been worth every minute apart, and when he made it back to you after a particularly difficult mission a misunderstanding had nearly torn you both apart.

-6 months ago-

It had been a non-stop carousel of tag chasers from the minute he’d entered his beloved bar, the squad had demanded they throw him a welcome home party for the ages but you’d never thought it would be a wall to wall frat party. Women staring for a little too long, buying him drinks, at one point some girl actually tried to kiss him! Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore. Especially when one of those girls was his ex, she just never quite seemed to understand the word no, and forget about the notion that he had moved on; she didn’t believe for one second that anyone would turn his head from her and despite being the one that left him she just wouldn’t let an opportunity pass to get him back out of her grasp. You knew his heart, and that he had professed that you were his future, but it wasn’t enough. Not when these girls didn’t seem to get his polite hints and kept coming back for more. You knew he liked the attention and that was the worst part; he could tell you all day long that he wanted a family with you but when you took a backseat to his fan club you couldn’t help but convince yourself that he was all talk and nothing more.

“Baby, come on you know it’s not like that! I don’t want anyone but you! Just come back inside, we’ll play some pool with Phoenix and Coyote and then we can head home, just us. I don’t want you going home by yourself.” He pouted and tried to pull you close and damn it you almost let him, but the gnawing feeling of inadequacy wouldn’t let you give in.

You nearly walked away that night, but he wouldn’t have it. If he was going to lose you it wouldn’t be over some stupid girl in a bar, the two of you were meant to be and he was ready to put his heart on the line. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms, you wiggled in his hold but he didn’t budge; tilting your chin up to look at him as he leaned in close to place a searing kiss to your lips. He felt your body go lax in his arms, sighing into his mouth as he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

Now in the fading sunset he watched you dancing along to the band, the quiet beach wedding had been everything you both dreamed it would be, surrounded by loved ones and Bradley can’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. You were everything he’d ever dreamed up but somehow better, the figment in his mind could never come close to the real thing. His hands itched to hold you, need flooding his senses as he crossed the makeshift dance floor to sweep you into his embrace. You grinned up at him and he melted a little more inside, he peppered your face with kisses as your laughter rang out against the crashing of the waves. “I need to monopolize the bride for a little while, think you could find a way for us to escape for a bit?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh until you felt him pressing against the satiny fabric of your gown. He swallowed the moan that escapes your lips, it was entirely indecent the way you two were pressed together in this public of a setting but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You were his wife, his wife. Surely he could be excused for his behavior just this once right? He turned you in his arms and began guiding you towards the beloved bar where the two of you first met. Penny was bringing out more champagne as you burst in the door, a chuckle and shake of her head as the two of you nearly collided with her. “No breaking anything in my bar, I’ll keep everyone out of your hair for a few minutes.” Bradley nodded with wide eyes as you erupted in laughter, ushering you towards the stock room with a playful slap to your ass as you tried to catch your breath between giggle fits.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He said as he placed you on top of the massive deep freeze in the corner of the stock room, mascara was smudging the corners of your eyes from the tears brought on by your glee at getting caught, eyes shining with anticipation at what was to come. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

“You know, you’re my wife now. Mrs. Bradshaw.” He was running his lips and mustache along your cleavage, the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, along with his declaration. “Oh god- we really are married now aren’t we?” You panted as he hiked your dress up above your thighs, running a long finger up the seam of your barely there underwear, reveling in the look on your face as you sucked in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t help but kiss you, licking into your mouth as he continued to rub circles against your covered clit. You were trembling in his hold, whining and bucking into his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Tease. Two could play that game. Sliding your palms down his shirt jacket you made quick work of unbuttoning his dress pants, slipping your hand down into his briefs to grasp his cock. He hissed into the open air, knowing you had the upper hand now.

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.” Bradley says with a laugh as you all step back out into the party, a roar of cheers and whoops echoing out as you do. This was just the beginning of a lifetime of memories, and Bradley couldn’t wait to spend them all with you.

Tagging- @roosterforme @attapullman @sunsetsimpsblog @seitmai @mynameismckenziemae @heavenssins @tenderclio @sio-ina-bottle @shanimallina87 @jessicab1991

[typewritingyip]

I don’t know how these guys do it. I know it’s all serious because of war and trauma, but if I were a Mecha Pilot and I met Cybertronians I would be lying like there’s no tomorrow. It’d just be white lies. Nothing bad, but I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. It’s the eldest sibling in me that craves deception.

“Oh this? It’s just a nuclear bomb.” (It’s not)

“Don’t worry! That arm will grow back in no time!” (It won’t)

“We used to have nine planets, but we hated one so much we destroyed it.” (Pluto has not been destroyed)

Like, are you kidding me?! This is THE time to shine. Best buckle up boys! Earth is about to gain a lot of lore that isn’t true. And Cybertronians would be none the wiser. They know nothing about humans or earth, they’d just have to believe it.

Oh believe me, this was happening during the six month time skip. Just every time Sideswipe opened his mouth he had one of three hands hitting his cockpit, hard.

He first tried it in from of Prowl with Jazz there, offhandedly mentioning the “fact” that their planet was just one of many they inhabited in the system. Jazz was quick to cut that off and knocked with wind out of Sideswipe for it.

Next was on a battlefield to Bluestreak, before the Sunstreaker horrors incident, he tried to make it seam that killing things like Quintessons was totally normal on Earth and that everyone did it every day. Trying to make it seem more badass, only his suit ended up in the mud while Sunstreaker sat on his back, explain that this was not normal to Bluestreak.

Lastly was in front of Hound, he honestly didn’t even mean to lie this time around. It was about them not needing to eat or drink, ever and that they were like plants. Hound punched his suit so hard that it just about left a bruise.

He learned quickly that the fun lies weren’t cool but the boring ones they told all the time apparently were. Just another reason why he’s not adapting very well.

Breakdown keeps telling Knockout little lies, trying to seem interesting, he just doesn’t realize how interesting Knockout finds him and how unnecessary the lies are.

Honestly, Hound is just trying to make Earth not sound like a dystopian society.

[ambereyesandwine]

Red Dahlia- Chapter 2

WC: 2,381

Note: Jason is angsty, sassy, and semi-smitten in this one. Bruce is an ass (this will continue to be the case). Jason finds out the reader is a fan of his. Getting more of Jason's POV in this one.

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

Chapter 2:

Jason had just woken up when Alfred knocked on his door to tell him Bruce had requested Jason’s presence in his office.

“You’re taking a week off.” There was no room for argument in Bruce’s tone.

Jason was already fuming, and this “discussion” had only just begun. “I don’t need a week,” he ground out through his teeth.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “How many stitches is it?”

“I don’t-”

“No.” He raised his volume enough to cut Jason off. “Cassandra told me you were hit, and three of us saw the bandage through the tear in your suit this morning. No excuses. How many?”

Jason’s jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he wrestled with resignation to the order. “23.”

The older man scoffed. “You’re lucky I’m not benching you longer.” He pulled the stack of files he’d been working on prior to Jason’s arrival back to the center of his desk, and Jason took it as a sign he was dismissed.

He stood and turned to leave, only stopping when he heard Bruce speak again.

“Where did you go?” There was no accusation in Bruce’s tone, only curiosity, but the question grated on Jason’s ears anyway. “I know you don’t take supplies with you in the field. Do you have a hideout we don’t know about?” He waited for Jason to answer but received nothing other than his son’s turned back as he waited to be excused. He breathed a heavy sigh as he realized Jason would not be giving an answer. “Dismissed.”

Jason did his best not to rush from the room but closed the door harder than he needed to on his way out. He took a direct path back to his room and slammed the door there too. He returned to the mirror, pulled up the side of his shirt, and peeled away the bandage to once again examine the stitches there. They were small and precise, perfectly spaced, and holding better than anything he’d ever done on himself, and he didn’t even remember getting them. His skin hardly even looked irritated around the threads, which should not have been the case for a wound so fresh. His hand hovered for a moment over the wound as he considered the effort someone must have gone through to patch him up, especially through the suit. And then to cover him in an attempt to shield him from the chill-

No. He thought to himself. Whoever it was could have figured out how to remove his helmet and seen his face. They could have his blood. They can’t see tomorrow.

Just because he wasn’t allowed out on patrol didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to leave, it just meant he had to be more discreet about it. There were only a few hours until sunset. If he waited for everyone else to leave, he’d be able to slip out fairly easily. He could wear his costume under normal clothes and take his bike so he wasn’t jumping roof to roof with fresh stitches, and he would be back before anyone in the house even knew he was gone. He considered the gear he’d need but figured it better for the event to look like a B&E rather than a planned attack, so that nothing would trace back to him. And besides, he still needed to figure out who the person was. Simply taking a shot from the next building over wasn’t an option.

It wasn’t long after the on-duty bats and birds left the manor that Jason got himself together and left as well. The drive toward the apartment building was only a few minutes, and he parked in an alley a couple blocks away before stuffing his extra clothes into the duffle stashed with his motorcycle. He covered the rest of the distance on foot, over rooftops and sneaking in the midnight shadows of the city. His first stop was the landing of the fire escape he’d woken up on.

He landed silently, and found open curtains, with light pouring from the living room window of the 8th floor apartment. He noticed a couch that faced the window, well worn, with the same blanket from that morning draped over the back. There was a coffee table in front of it; a copy of Pride and Prejudice left open, face down on the table as though someone was coming back for it shortly. His eyes seemed caught on the book, one of his favorites, and something akin to familiarity bubbled up in his chest. He had confirmation that whoever lived here was the one who’d patched him up, and that they read the same books he did.

There was movement, and Jason regained his composure some, but realized the figure hadn’t seen him. She was too focused on whatever tune she was humming as she walked to the kitchen with a sway, almost as though she was dancing. She was beautiful. She wore her hair messily pulled out of her face and a t-shirt far too big over her shorts, and a small smile rested on her face as she moved. She was content, happy even.

Was he really about to ruin this? Something in his chest ached at the notion and the foreign sensation almost broke him out of the spell. But he watched as she pulled a mug from the cabinet and set it on the counter before turning her back to the window. The mug was dark grey in color, and on it was the Red Hood symbol.

His symbol.

A million thoughts and emotions ran through Jason’s mind as he was frozen in place. The instantaneous want to protect her was deeply in combat with his earlier decision to kill the person. But things were different now, weren’t they? You couldn’t trust a threat or money to buy someone’s silence in Gotham. If she had seen his face, she couldn’t live. And if she hadn’t?

Jason’s eyes refocused as the sound of shattering ceramic ripped him from his thoughts. She was staring right at him.

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There was not a single spared thought for your favorite mug now shattered at your feet. You felt your stomach on the floor and your heart in your throat as you stared at him. The Red Hood was on your fire escape again, though this time entirely conscious, and he stared back.

Every instinct told you this was bad, that it was time to run, but you forced your feet to stay. If he wanted you dead, you would be already, you told yourself. And there was no chance you’d be able to outrun him anyway. At least not for long. “What do you want?” You did your best to hide your fear as you asked the question.

“Open the window.”

Your heart was beating so fast you could barely hear your own thoughts. You were surprised you could hear him. “And if I say no?”

He pulled two batons from his belt. “Then in a week your neighbors start asking the landlord about the smell.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat and you nodded, the motion small and fast. Before you moved, you grabbed a towel from the counter and dropped it over the spill, with a faint hope that it wouldn’t stain. As though that was the biggest of your worries.

The approach to the window was cautious. You unlocked the latch and began to pull it open, but before you could get it very far, the man on the other side slipped his fingers through and wrenched it the rest of the way open. You scrambled backward as he ducked in through the window.

The room became quiet again, aside from the sounds of the city coming in with the breeze, and you watched as the Red Hood looked around your apartment. His head turned slowly as you could only assume he inspected it all. He paused briefly, facing the table covered in vials and canisters and your microscope, before returning his gaze to yours. Or at least you assumed, given that you could not see his eyes.

“You treated me yesterday.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” you answered, doing your best not to allow your voice to shake. Even inside, where he couldn’t use the darkness to help obscure his form, he was menacing.

Jason stopped stalking forward, something in the back of his head begging him not to scare you. “Why?”

Confusion crossed your face at his question. That was it? That’s why he was here? “What?” You asked.

“Why did you do it?” He hoped the vocal modulator in his mask would hide the slight crack in his tone, his uncertainty slipping into his speech.

“Uh…” you were genuinely at a loss for words. It seemed like such an obvious answer. “You needed help, I didn’t-” a sharp inhale gave you the breath to continue, “You fell onto my fire escape unconscious and bleeding everywhere, what was I supposed to do?”

Jason’s face curdled in disgust under his mask. “You honestly expect me to believe you helped someone just because they needed it?”

“Don’t you do that?” You questioned in return, eyes narrowed, searching for an answer in his body language. “Or do you just go around saving peoples’ lives anonymously for fun?”

He inhaled to begin a reply but fell short when he found he had nothing to say.

You felt the conversation fall open, so you continued, “You and the other vigilantes do everything to keep people here safe and you don’t ever ask for anything in return. Have you not considered other people might do that for you?”

His stomach flipped at the notion. You did cover him up last night. His eyes flicked to the blanket, draped over the back of the couch like nothing had ever happened. He ground his teeth in attempt to bite back the guilt at having questioned you in the first place. “You said I was bleeding. What did you do with it?”

“Your blood?” Shock seeped through your voice at the question.

He huffed in frustration. “Yes, my blood, which could very easily be used to identify me. Did you keep any?”

You clicked your tongue. “Ah. No, I got rid of every scrap today. My job has a biohazard disposal site.” You watched his shoulders soften slightly, clearly satisfied with your answer.

“And my helmet?”

“Stayed on you the whole time.” You raised your hands in mock surrender. “The only thing I moved was the edges of your uniform around the wound, and only long enough to fix it up and bandage it.” You looked to his side where you knew the bandages must still be and saw no tear in the uniform, and no bulk from the covering you’d put on. If he was using a smaller bandage, then the stitches were already well on their way to healing. The compound was doing its job.

“Thanks,” came out of Jason’s mouth before he could stop himself and it caught both of you off guard.

Your reply was a hesitant but genuine, “You’re welcome.”

A small smile formed on your face and Jason felt the back of neck and ears heat up at the sight. He immediately turned back toward the window to leave, irrationally worried that you’d somehow be able to see him through the mask.

“Wait!” When you called for him, he froze, waiting. “They aren’t dissolvable, you’ll need to pull them in 4 days or so.”

He snorted at the idea. “4 days? For a gunshot wound?” He turned back to look at you, trying to determine whether you were serious. “What, are they magical stitches now?”

You huffed a small laugh at the implication. “No, just-” You paused, trying to think of a way to explain. “Trust me.”

I do. Jason crushed the thought faster than he’d ever shot down a feeling before. He shoved every ounce of skepticism he could muster into his response, “Right. Sure.” He turned back to the window and was through it in a moment.  He already had a hand on the roof access ladder when he stopped. You weren’t in his line of sight anymore, but he’d heard you follow to close the window after him. “You can’t tell anyone I was here.” The sentence hurt like a goodbye, and he couldn’t find a reason for it.

“I know.” And you wouldn’t say a word. You knew how important this was, and you’d made that decision long before he’d asked.

You never heard him leave. It was felt more than anything, almost like a source of gravity was gone, and you closed and locked the window. You went back to where the mug had shattered, picked up all the pieces, and got the mop to clean up the half-dried, sticky, puddle of coffee. You shook your head as you examined the piece of ceramic that bore most of the center piece of the Red Hood logo. As your thumb ran over it, your thoughts wandered. He’d come with a threat to kill you, but left you alive and thanked you. You hadn’t expected anything to come from that, only wanting to help when you could, but to know he appreciated it, truly, was a feeling you didn’t have the energy to put words to. The mostly intact logo was the only piece of the mug you saved; it was rinsed and dried, then tucked onto a bookshelf.

You went back to the couch to sit, wanting anything but to be on your feet a minute longer, and picked your book back up. You tried to read, to pretend everything was normal, but found yourself having to go back over the same paragraph over and over as your mind raced, thinking about everything that just happened. The decision to go to bed was an easy one when exhaustion set in. Adrenaline crashes always hit you like this, always made you feel like your bones all rested right against each other with no tissue between them.

At least you have tomorrow off, you thought to yourself as you shut the lights off and made your way to bed. You weren’t even sure whether your head was on your pillow yet when you fell asleep.

[ranting-writer]

To say Dirk didn't want to be there was a massive understatement.

He'd been minding his own business in his corner of the meteor, tinkering with some random piece of machinery he'd found. Then suddenly, they were passing through dream bubbles again, and his room had become his old apartment's living room.

Well, a version of it.

Smuppets and puppets littered the floor, empty apple juice bottles and soda cans were piled in a box, and the air smelled of stale cigarette smoke and week old Monsters. The sounds of a skateboarding game came from the TV in the living room corner, and cresting over the back of the futon was a familiar shade of strawberry blonde poking up under a black hat.

It wasn't until he'd stepped around the futon that he realized who this was.

Him.

Dave's him, anyway.

Dirk "Bro" Strider, the man, the myth, the douchebag himself.

Bro didn't seem to realize Dirk's presence at the end of the couch. If he did, he didn't show it, engrossed in his Xbox.

Bro at once seemed both nothing like Dave's descriptions, but yet every bit like them. When asked about Bro, Dave had given a clearly rehearsed spiel about how cool the guy was. "Aw shit yeah, dude," he'd said. "Bro's, like, the epitome of cool. The god damned Emperor of Irony, and King Shit of Puppet Island. Best ventriloquist rapper in the game."

And, yeah, sure, this guy definitely had an air of "cool" around him. Typical cool guy markers. Shades, a cool hat (everyone knows a good hat adds hella levels to the Cool-Guyometer), a nonchalant demeanor...

Yeah.

He was cool.

Yet, something inside Dirk's stomach gnawed on itself, twisting in knots to get at its own tail. This man before him was a manifestation of all the wrong he could do. Bro was the epitome of who Dirk was or could reasonably be. Manipulative. Cold. Shut off and shut down. Abusive.

" 'Ey. You good there, lil dude?"

The light southern drawl pulled Dirk out of his anxious spiral and he jumped a bit, looking at Bro. Bro hadn't moved an inch.

"Huh?"

"I said, you good?"

Dirk blinked dumbly as he tried to process the question. That was definitely his voice, but lower and raspy, like Bro was a-? Oh, yeah, there it is. Bro was definitely a smoker if the absent tapping of a pack of cigarettes on his thigh during a cutscene was an indicator.

"Yeah," Dirk finally replied. "I'm fine."

Bro nodded absently. He still hadn't looked over. What was this guy's deal?

Before, Dirk hadn't quite understood why his lack of movement, or lack facial expression had unnerved Dave so much, but he was beginning to understand.

Bro spoke again, gesturing to the empty spot next to him. "Then pop a squat, Dirk."

Dirk reluctantly sat, not having much else to do besides tinker again. Maybe this could be an opportunity to learn something about himself, or maybe Dave.

"Aren't you 'Dirk' too?", he asked, curling up as far from Bro as possible. The man was uncomfortable to be close to, if he was being honest with himself.

Bro shrugged a bit. "Depends," he answered. "Who's asking and why?"

Dirk frowned slightly. What the hell did that mean? Two seconds in, he was already confused and annoyed.

"Well, I'm asking, obviously."

"Then it's D', or Bro. Either works fine for me."

Dirk hummed, looking at the TV screen.

What the hell was he supposed to ask? What was your life like? Did you have a good family? Do you use labels for your sexuality, or do you care? Do you like robots?

Unfortunately, what fell out of his face was, "Why is Dave scared of us?"

Bro paused his game and stared ahead.

Dirk flinched a bit.

Oh he fucked up. Perhaps he was going to get first hand evidence as to why Dave winced when he moved, why Dave never looked directly at him...

But nothing happened, not for a long moment.

After a bit, Bro started playing again, speaking lowly. "It ain't you, it's me," he said, voice tight, like he was upset. "I scare him, not you."

Dirk huffed a bit. "Yeah, but why?"

Bro shook his head, pausing his game again. "Are you wanting a verbal answer, or a demonstration?"

Dirk stared a bit as Bro finally looked over. What was this freak on about? What kind of demonstration? Dirk's lips tightened into a line, thinking about what the hell that could possibly mean.

He hoped it wasn't something utterly unforgivable...

Bro, seemingly impatient with Dirk, huffed and stood. "You pop by for a chat," he drawled. "And you can't even hold the damn conversation to save your life." He opened the window and took a cigarette from the pack.

Absently, Dirk realized there was no ashtray about as he answered. "Would you even be able to tell me?", he asked.

Bro shrugged as he lit the cigarette. "I can give you my best guess," he replied. "You could leave it to Dave to fill in the gaps or whatever the hell he'd do."

There was something almost affectionate in Bro's voice when he said Dave's name. Was he proud of Dave? Possibly. Dirk was certainly proud of Dave.

A long silence passed between the two Striders in the dream room, long enough that Dirk thought the bubble might pass before their conversation finished. Luckily, Bro finally spoke up again.

"Would you believe me if I said I genuinely believed I was doing right by him?"

Dirk looked over at Bro's back. Would he believe that? Probably. Dirk himself acted oddly, even badly, towards others in the attempt to help them improve or grow. Brobot, for example, was literally designed to help Jake learn to protect himself and get combat experience in a controlled manner. Ignoring the fact that the robot was also a bizarre attempt at flirting of course...

Bro continued without an answer. "I knew about the game a little, we all did. Rox, Harley, Mrs. Egbert and her son... We all knew. We had to prepare the kids for what was to come."

Dirk hummed as Bro took a drag of his cigarette. "So, what," he began. "You tortured and abused him to, what? Teach him something?"

Bro shrugged noncommittally. "Eh, more or less I guess."

"You kicked him down the fucking stairs."

Dirk really needed to recognize when to shut the hell up. First the question itself, now the angry blurting out? Jeeze, he really needed to take a chill pill. He could defend himself if it came to a fight, sure, but he wasn't sure he wanted to see what this version of him was capable of with twice the lifetime of training.

Bro turned to look at Dirk, something angry in his demeanor. "You try it," he snipped. "You try being 20 fucking years old and suddenly having to be a father without support. Most I had was fucking Dennis, and that guy was borderline useless."

Dirk stared blankly. "...Just because you were 20, without help, doesn't mean you should have treated Dave that way," he retorted. "Dave trusted you for love, support, and affection. You gave him a bruise in the shape of your foot on his sternum at least once."

Suddenly, Bro seemed to vanish. Dirk stood sharply, swearing. He was familiar with his own flash step, but he wasn't accustomed to someone else doing it.

As suddenly as Bro vanished, he reappeared in front of Dirk, making the younger Strider fall back onto the futon. He put his foot up, lightly pressing it into Dirk's chest. "Yeah, yeah I did," he drawled, almost sounding bored were it not for the tenseness in his shoulders. "I left a lot of bruises on him, left a lot of scrapes from the roof."

Dirk squirmed a bit as the pressure on his chest increased as Bro leaned down.

"I was trying to teach him skills he needed to survive that damn game, to persevere and do shit like help your sorry ass."

From the new angle, Dirk could see through Bro's shades. A familiar orange color, perhaps a bit more gold than his own. But more than their color, Bro's eyes were slightly widened. Not enough to really raise his eyebrows over his shades, but it made him look unhinged. Like something in his head had snapped a bit and he was one more comment away from losing his cool.

Was this how others viewed Dirk? As one little thing away from losing it and pinning people to futons under his foot?

Was this an angle Dave had seen Bro from? And, shit, if it was, Dave wasn't the height then that he is now. Dirk frowned as he pictured a much smaller Dave, maybe shaking and scared, with Bro's heavy sneaker pressed into his tiny abdomen. Dirk wouldn't be surprised if crying in fear was one of the things Bro scared Dave from doing earliest.

Bro muttered, "Dave needed to be independent and able, and willing, to draw blood to save his own ass. He needed to be smart, adaptable, and able to feed himself. I couldn't, in good conscience, let him grow up and be scared of weapons or pain. He couldn't be afraid of surprises or the obscene. He needed to have the skills to fucking survive."

So, here were Bro's reasons.

Honestly....

Probably not unlike the reasons Dirk himself would have given had he been in that situation.

And that tore Dirk up inside.

Was he truly so capable of disregarding the actual feelings and affection of a child in favor of hurting them for a long term goal? Was he really so callous and cruel?

Was he really capable of putting a shoe print bruise into the chest of someone he loved?

And that actually brought up a new question...

"Did you even love Dave?"

Bro's eyes sort of slumped into grief before vanishing behind the shades again as Bro pulled away. Bro sighed, "Obviously."

"He doesn't seem to know that."

"He does know that. He's a smart kid, he-".

"Did you ever tell him? Like, outright, 'hey, man, I love you'? Or was it more like, you bought him apple juice and his collectables and thought he could infer from there?"

Bro sat back down, grumbling. "I don't know, okay?"

Dirk let out a little puff of relief as Bro plopped down. He did not like being on the receiving end of a threatening bespatted shoe. Bespatted? Was that a word? Either way, Bro wore spats and that was ominous on its own.

The two sat in silence for a time, ignoring each other, but eventually, Bro mumbled. "Dave was all I had..."

Dirk looked over, curious and confused. Didn't Bro say he had... Who was it? Dennis? Who the hell was that, anyway?

Bro sighed, taking off his hat and shades. He rubbed his face with his hands then left his hands over his eyes, unwilling to look at Dirk. "Sure, my buddy Dennis was around..." Ah, Dennis again. Cool. Cool. New info maybe.

"But he was really only about to help with Game Bro," Bro continued. "And he hated it when Dave cried. Once told me I should lock him in the bedroom to get him to stop."

Bro dropped his hands to let them rest in his lap, letting Dirk see his face for what it was. Sunken cheeks, heavy eyes bags resting under feral orange eyes, freckles dusting his nose, and a few pockmarks on his cheeks. His crooked, broken Roman nose sat almost... Blandly on his face, instead of standing out beautifully. Dirk absently touched his nose, wondering if his was as improperly healed as Bro's from Sawtooth breaking it at least once...

"I know I wasn't 'Dad of the Year', or whatever," Bro muttered as he stared off. "But I would have given anything for that kid. I wasn't warm or cuddly with him for the most part, but... Fuck, I would have sooner burned the world and myself than watch him be harmed in any real way."

And somehow... Dirk believed him.

He understood how it felt to truly care for someone, to want them safe, and to be willing to destroy himself and everything for one person. At one point, maybe that was Jake, but now? Maybe it was Dave, just like it was for Bro. Dirk sighed a bit. "You should consider telling him these things, man," he said. "He doesn't exactly realize how much you gave a shit."

Bro didn't respond, not to that part anyway. He slipped his shades back on and turned back to his game. "Dirk," he started. "Make the best of our second chance. I fucked up our first one. Be a better man than I am."

Dirk stared a bit, swallowing as the meteor began to full pass through the bubble. "I... I'll try."

Bro nodded and then, Dirk was left alone, his room his once again.

[prettypinkeel]

That take came from misunderstanding Astrid's personality in the first movie. Also, in some way, Elita and Astrid are really similar!

I can't say that Astrid can be described as "feral" (as it was used to describe her in the post I referred to); she was one of the few people on the island who was chill with Hiccup, and she didn't show any hostility towards him before the competitiveness flared up. Even then, that competitiveness grows from the constant worry and fear for her loved ones and the entire village. Since she was young, she wanted to fight and to protect everyone, and she grew up with that feeling for years.

And yes, you're right! Astrid absolutely matches Hiccup's crazy, and vice versa. Astrid is not the character that just exists to develop the main character, because without Astrid there will be no Hiccup we saw in HTTYD2 or HTTYD3. She was the first person to show him that Vikings can change, and they can learn to accept dragons. Hiccup also showed her the beauty of a peaceful life without being constantly afraid for her own 24/7. They're born for each other!

The same is very much true for Elita and Optimus. Just like many people hate and misunderstand Astrid, people also very much misunderstand Elita. She is called rude, abusive, and arrogant, but that's not entirely true. For example, TF:One Elita is also introduced as an independent character that doesn't really care for the main character. For some people, her first lack of interest in Orion seems «mean, even though she is just preoccupied with doing her job. In the society built by Sentinel, they don't have much choice but work hard for the small chance of a better future. Elita also shows to be professional in her future goal, as she is ranked first in the team. Just like Astrid being the best in the dragon academy. Are they rude or mean for that? Of course not! Mind you, they both save the main characters from the life-or-death situations at the beginning of the story.

Even though Elita is not in a confirmed relationship with Optimus by the end of TF:One, we can't ignore how they also match each other. The mister-since-the-last-accident who doesn't seem to take his one job seriously (mining and dragon killing) and the 'bossy' character who gets to be involved in the chaos (Elita and Astrid). As the story progresses, Elita shows her own personal growth too. That is why her speech to Orion is one of the most important things, at least for me.

She was accidentally tossed in the chaos, with bots who put her into trouble in the past, and she had every right to feel frustrated. After all, who wouldn't after realizing that years of their hard work mean nothing now? Even then, she learned how to keep her cool. She is also a leader, after all. In the time she loses her own grip, Orion is the one to be with her, trying to show the support. When Orion is insecure, Elita is the one to be there for him too.

It's her speech about how inspiring his actions are that pushes him to fight once again. She shows him that despite their differences, she finds ORION, the person she can trust. ELITA, the very character who was skeptical about everything and didn't trust anyone but herself. The way she talks about Orion saving Jazz, him going to the surface, breaking the protocols with such passion, is just another detail I find heartwarming. And to remember that these things he did in the past made her angry with him, now she sees that in Orion something that she LACKS. To find good in the smallest things, to stay strong and optimistic no matter how hard it is.

Orion and Elita are inseparable. They're also complementing each other. Elita would still work in the mines, strict to the protocols, if it wasn't for Orion. Meanwhile, Orion would not have enough strength to stand up and fight against Sentinel if it wasn't for Elita.

Also, yes, I do agree! Elita and Astrid grow soft for Orion and Hiccup, but not in the way some people think. None of them were "domesticated" or "tamed" (again, referring to the post I saw on twitter), they just grew up.

Take care of yourself and wish you a soon recovery! ☕

that post was about some discourse in HTTYD fandom about how "Astrid was 'domesticated' in the next movies, and she should have kept her wild side from the HTTYD1" (huh??) and I can't agree more with daily Hiccstrid acc.

Hiccstrid really gives me a lot of similar vibes with Oplita, and watching how people say "Elita being in the relationship with Optimus erases her character" very much reminds me with this one situation....

[campbyler]

im at my dads work barbeque and THEYRE PLAYING INTO YOU ON THE SPEAKERS AND IM LIKE 🤏🤏🤏🤏🤏THIIIISSSS CLOSE TO JUST SCREAMING YOU GUYS ARE RUINING MY BRAIN (but like in a good way ofc)

THIS SAME EXACT THING HAPPENED TO ME YESTERDAY GENUINELY I JUMPED

[psychopomp-namine]

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[weaselishmcdiesel]

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[tkbrokkoli]

cant believe that after driving the car, riding the train, booking a hotel room, having a nightmare, visiting the father in law, visiting a hospital, making a friend, and escaping an assassin, the incomprehensible Horrors™ are back at it again and harder to bear than ever 🐻

[gorgugplushie]

Now im overtly anxious that people hate my dandy interpretation . I feel like i have to over explain my writing .

[earthmoonlotus]

I'm suddenly remembering (and having sad and resentful feelings about) a time when someone made a callout for me - for using the terms TME and TMA, no less (like, that was the supposed "problem" they were "calling out") - and called me a cis woman in the callout. When my description says "genderfae" right there at the top. (I remember changing my mobile header from the lesbian flag to the genderfae flag shortly after seeing it too, since it bothered me so much.)