#but now she doesn't even remember why she wanted to be this way in the first place!

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: ...

Ace, Deuce, Epel, Jack, and Grim: ...

Grim: Hoho, Sebek! Are you here to join us at our table?

Sebek: Hmph! No! I'm... waiting for Waka-sama and Lilia-sama to arrive.

MC: Eh? Really? *pulls out their phone*

MC: Hornton said that he and Lilia were going somewhere to sightsee, and they took Silver with them.

Sebek: Hornton... Human! Why are you still calling my liege by that nickname?!

MC: Because we're pals??

Grim: Yeah! What's wrong with calling him 'Hornton'? Myahaha! He's no longer scary now!

Sebek: What do you mean by that, Grim?! My liege is still as powerful and elegant as ever! That hasn’t changed, even with one of his horns damaged!

Ace: Geez, calm down, dude.

Deuce: And you should sit your ass down. Everyone's looking at us.

Sebek: ...

Sebek: Hmph. *takes a seat next to MC and Grim*

Epel: By the way, MC? Have you started writing your speech yet?

MC: ...

MC: What speech?

Epel: Eh?

Jack: You're going to give a speech about your adventures in the dream world. Didn't the headmage inform you?

MC: ...

MC: The written report wasn't enough?!

Crowley: Royal Sword Academy and Noble Bell College are eager to hear about it from you in person. Doesn't that make you happy?

MC: No, not really. Besides, I have more important thing to do.

Crowley: Is it about 'Mickey'?

MC: Yes.

Crowley: Hmm... How about this? If you complete this task, I will personally ask Principal Ambrose to help you research a way back.

MC: Do you actually expect me to believe that?

Crowley: Why not?

MC: You neglected your promise for more than six months, didn’t try to save me when the vines dragged me, and you forced us to take the exams without showing any form of consideration.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I am a busy person—

MC: During the winter holidays, you went on vacation while Grim and I were held hostage in Scarabia.

Crowley: ...

MC: Want me to keep going?

Crowley: ...No.

Malleus: You're back. *was playing with Grim*

Grim: Hench-human! Take the brush away from him! He's gonna make me bald!

Malleus: Doesn't it feel soothing to you?

Grim: No!

MC: What brings you here, Mal?

Malleus: I came here to assist you.

MC: Assist me...?

Malleus: Yes. Don't you remember? Before the incident, you told me that you had found a lead.

MC: Oh... Yes! *smiles*

Malleus: *smiles back* Grandmother sent some ancient texts and scrolls that might help speed up your research.

MC: Wow, she doesn't mind?

Malleus: Of course not. You've only met once, and she already considers you her friend.

Malleus: She's aware of your situation and sincerely wants to help.

MC: I see. Your grandmother is so kind.

MC: Thank heavens she isn't as grumpy as you.

Malleus: What's that? *while Grim is pushing his hand away*

MC: Nothing! You're going to translate those ancient texts, right?

Malleus: *chuckles* I don't know. Maybe you should beg?

MC: What— That's unfair!

[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 4)

A few days passed. After the awkward greeting with Barbara, you didn't see or speak to her again. But that's okay, you're better off this way. You can't expect anything from her; it's obvious she doesn't care about you, at least not enough to have been at least nicer to you.

You haven't seen Dick again either, and you haven't gotten anywhere near Tim or Bruce.

Right now, you were walking quietly through the mansion's hallways, since you were bored and didn't want to stay alone in your room all day today as well. So, you decided to explore this enormous mansion a little. Alfred told you it was okay, that you could explore the mansion to entertain yourself and get to know it better.

As you walked, you also took Toti with you, as was customary. Your only faithful companion in this mansion is your beloved teddy bear.

Oh well, at least now it seems he's not the only one... Because that monarch butterfly you met a few days ago regularly returned to your room, as if it wanted to be by your side. It always came in the afternoon and left when it was already dark.

You smile slightly; you really like that butterfly. You feel almost as if... That butterfly understands you, as if it wants to take care of you.

It's funny how a little monarch butterfly seems to care about you much more than your own father seems to care about you.

As you walked down the hallway, you finally stopped, staring at the large painting on the wall. It featured a picture of Bruce and his adopted children.

But you... You weren't there. You have no connection with your father or your brothers. It's probably because they don't even consider you part of this family.

"I wish I could go back to Mom..." you murmured to yourself, trying to hold back your tears. Why did this have to happen to you? Your life was perfect when your mom was there; you didn't need a father, you didn't even need siblings. You only loved her... You only needed her to make you happy.

Because if there's one thing you've known your whole life, it's that just as your mother was everything to you, you were everything to her too. Remember... How she told you she loved you, that you were the most beautiful little girl in the world, how she was happy to have a daughter as adorable as you, when she told you that... She would make sure to take care of you for the rest of her life.

But now she's gone. She left you, and now you're here... In a cold place, completely devoid of the warmth you used to find when you lived with Mom.

You stared at the picture of Bruce and his sons for a moment, wondering... 'Can I really ever be part of you? The Wayne family?'

You lightly squeeze Toti in your arms, and finally decide to look away and continue walking, trying to push away the feelings of sadness and insecurity in your chest.

As you were walking, you heard someone's voice in another hallway, and when you noticed who it was... It was Stephanie and Cassandra, the two of them walking together.

You knew who they were since, of course, Alfred had also mentioned them to you before.

You tried to ignore the feeling of excitement in your heart when you saw them for the first time, while you thought about whether to approach them or not.

You were nervous, but you didn't know when you would be able to see them again, so you decided to take advantage and approach them, trying to talk to them a little.

You approached behind them, and greeted them in a low voice, trying to appear as unnervous as possible.

As soon as they heard you, they both stopped and turned to look at you. But... Instead of answering you or at least smiling a little, they just looked at each other, murmuring a little.

"Oh... Is this Bruce's daughter? The one who arrived recently?" Stephanie asked quietly, looking at Cassandra.

Cassandra just nodded in response, confirming it. At that moment, Stephanie looks at you again, and as soon as she notices the color of your eyes, she raises an eyebrow in disgust.

"Did you see the color of her eyes? It's too weird and strange... Are you sure she's Bruce's daughter?" Stephanie murmured, with a small laugh as she left, walking beside Cassandra and leaving you behind.

Before leaving, Cassandra looks at you for a moment... You almost shudder at the cold, indifferent look she gave you before leaving.

When they walked away, you stood there, trying to process what had happened... You didn't know what should have hurt more, Cassandra's indifferent stare or Stephanie's mockery. At that moment, you really wished you hadn't learned more English; you only made the effort to learn so you could speak better with your family, but... Now it turns out that learning a little more English only helped you understand the mocking words and comments others made toward you.

You grit your teeth... Stephanie made fun of your eyes. Why did she do that? She's wrong. Because... Your mom said your eyes were beautiful. She said your eyes were 'special and unique,' that they were precious like a brilliantly colored gem.

Yes, your mother is always right... If she said your eyes are beautiful, it's because they are, right? So... Stephanie has no right to contradict that, no right to make fun of your eyes. It's not right.

Before, you let your family influence you and tried to hide your eyes to try to make them like you more, thinking that hiding them would make Bruce and Tim stop hating you. But... Nothing changed. It's obvious that they don't deserve you even trying to hide your beautiful eyes just for them, you've realized that, and you won't make the same mistake twice, you won't let someone from this family make you feel insecure about the color of your eyes again.

What Stephanie said was rude, and you don't plan on tolerating it; it's not fair. So, without hesitation, you run toward them, grabbing Stephanie's arm as soon as you reach her.

"Hey, you have to apologize for what you said about me!" you demanded, your tone firm. It's not fair for her to talk about you like that; she should at least apologize for what she said.

When Stephanie looks at you... You tense slightly at the obvious anger in her blue eyes. Without saying anything, Stephanie simply pushes you hard, causing you to let go instantly.

Oh... Bad time to be right near the stairs.

Being pushed by Stephanie's force, you fail to stop on your own before falling down the stairs without Stephanie or Cassandra even turning to look at you, unaware of the severity of your fall they simply walk away without giving you another glance.

You feel your small body slam against the stairs, causing you to fall. You manage to grab onto something halfway down the stairs, breaking your fall. However, even though you managed to stop yourself halfway down the stairs, you're still pretty injured. You were practically pushed onto the stairs, fell down, and only managed to catch yourself by grabbing something.

You try to get up, but you stop as soon as you feel the terrible pain that spreads throughout your body.

"Duele, duele... Duele mucho" you mumbled to yourself, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to bear the intense pain in your body.

Tears fill your eyes as you continue trying to get up. Trying to ignore the incredible pain that almost makes you want to scream, you finally manage to stand, leaning against the wall next to the stairs as your legs tremble slightly.

At that moment... You feel something dripping down your forehead, you reach out to touch it, and... Your fingers become stained with blood. You realize then that when you fell down the stairs, you had hurt your forehead a little and were now bleeding.

For now, the bleeding isn't excessive or severe; luckily, it's mild. But... It could get worse if you leave it like this, and you know it.

You need help, you need someone to help you.

With that in mind, you try to walk, hoping to find someone who will help you.

You ignore the intense ache in your body with every step you take, praying to run into someone soon.

So, finally... In one of the hallways, you see Tim walking. You smile with relief at seeing him. He'll be able to help you, right?

You try to approach him, saying his name to ask for help. But, as soon as you say his name, he interrupts you. "Stop trying to attract attention, I'm busy," he said in a cold tone, and without even looking at you once, he walked past, ignoring you and leaving you there alone.

You stand in shock for a moment as you watch him walk away... He...? He can't help you? Well, maybe it's because the strands of your hair on your forehead were covering the bleeding wound and he couldn't see it, or maybe it's because he didn't notice your clumsy steps or how your legs were shaking from the intense pain you were feeling. Or maybe... he just didn't even look at you, as if you weren't worth his time.

"Pero Tim... Me duele mucho... Porfavor" You murmured softly, knowing he wouldn't hear you because he'd already left. You looked down, your tears falling to the floor one after another, as you tried to process this.

Tim... He just ignored you. You might have accepted him better in another situation, but right now you were hurt, you wanted him to help you just a little. But he doesn't even feel sorry for you... He didn't even look at you now, when you needed him.

'Why... Are you doing this to me?' you asked yourself, wondering what terrible sin you had committed to deserve this. Even though you were hurt, even bleeding, Tim wouldn't even look at you, just ignoring you as if you didn't exist...

Now you understand. Tim doesn't care about you, no matter what. He'll never look at you, listen to you, or help you. Tim doesn't even consider you his sister, right? Okay, you understand. It's okay that he doesn't want to accept you, but... Really, why did he have to do this? Why did he have to leave you there hurt, looking like he couldn't care less about your condition? Whether he sees you as a sister or not, you're still a human being, and yet, he didn't have one iota of sympathy for you, didn't help you, and just walked away.

You stand there, not wanting to do anything but continue crying from the pain in your body and the ache in your heart, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your own hands. And no matter what... It seems like no one else heard your cries of pain, no one came for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend that he actually cares for you, even a little.

You stay there, with no desire to do anything but continue crying from the pain you feel in your body and your heart right now, sitting alone on the cold floor, trying to hide your face with your hands. And no matter what happens... It seems like no one can hear you cry, no one has come looking for you. Not even your own father... He can't save you, he can't take care of you, he can't... He can't even pretend to care for you, not even a little.

After a few hours, Alfred finally returned to the mansion. He had to leave early to do some grocery shopping, and now he was back. When he entered the kitchen, Alfred remembered you and wondered if you had actually left your room to explore the mansion while he was gone.

Wanting to know, Alfred leaves the kitchen and heads to your room. When he sees you're not there, he realizes that you've indeed decided to go out and walk the mansion's halls this time. However, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of worry in his chest. Wanting to make sure everything was okay, Alfred began looking for you, walking through the mansion and calling your name, hoping to find you soon.

However, after a while of searching, he didn't find you. He grew more worried as he continued looking for you. And finally... he found you. You were sitting in the corner of one of the hallways, your hands covering your face, crying and sobbing.

Seeing you like this, Alfred's heart leaped with concern, and he quickly approached you. He helped you, took you to your own room, and took care of bandaging and treating your wounds gently.

He asked you what happened. You were about to tell him, but you stopped... You realized what had happened was serious, and that if you told Alfred that Stephanie had pushed you, and that Cassandra had ignored that fact, and that Tim had also ignored you when you tried to ask him for help, then he might get mad at them.

Maybe they're not your family... But you know they're almost like family to Alfred. So... You decided to lie and say you fell down the stairs by mistake, and that there was no one around to help you.

You lied because, even if you don't have a good relationship with them, you don't want them to get into trouble because of you if you tell Alfred.

Also... A thought kept running through your mind.

"You just want attention"

You remembered what Tim had said when he'd ignored you. Maybe... He was right? Maybe you'd been too persistent or intense earlier, but... Could he really blame you for that? You were just a little girl desperate to fit in with her new family, a little girl longing for the warmth of this family you were supposed to belong to.

You just wanted... To feel like you belonged here, to feel like you had a family that loves you here. Is that so hard?

❦: (Just to remind you that some of the reader's phrases will be in Spanish and others in English, just to highlight the fact that her main language used to be Spanish, but that she has now also learned some English now that she lives in Gotham. //I hope you liked this chapter♡).

[cheol-e-kat]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐, 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝒄.𝒔𝒄, 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

[ master list ] [ part 1 ]

Pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary: seungcheol shouldn’t have a crush on another alpha, but he can’t help the way he feels about y/n, but he also wonders if maybe it doesn't matter

word count: 2.3 k

genre: a/b/o au (omegaverse), coffee shop au, college au, alpha!seungcheol

warnings: explicit language, drinking, mentioned bitching, fingering, exhibitionism

y/n woke up slowly, her head hurting a bit from drinking the night before. she knew before she opened her eyes that she wasn’t in her apartment. 

she also knew that she wasn’t alone. she bit her lip softly, remembering the night before. she didn’t really need to go through what she remembered - she knew his scent much better than she should. she knew exactly what alpha she had been drunk enough to talk to and go home with. 

but they hadn’t had sex, which was maybe concerning. everything she knew about seungcheol largely revolved around the fact that he loved omega pussy and wasn’t shy about it. 

but, she reminded herself once again, she wasn’t an omega. so why would an alpha who so clearly loved omegas ever pay attention to her, she wondered, even as she was lying in bed with him. his scent swirling gently in the air. 

she had noticed it the night before, that his apartment only smelled like him. there wasn’t a trace of anyone else, which was difficult for almost anyone to maintain. she hadn’t smelled any of his friends’ scents that she knew from the coffee shop, and definitely not the scents of omegas she had seen him with. 

it was literally just his scent. and now a tiny bit of hers. she had been slightly shocked that he asked her if she nested. it was always uncomfortable to be slightly different, especially when anyone noticed. but he hadn’t been asking in the tone that people usually asked either - he asked as though he wanted her to nest exactly where she was…in his bed. 

she sighed and felt him press closer, “you okay?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. 

she nodded, even though she felt her heart start to race. she never went home with alphas. she never invited them to her apartment either. she’d also never met an alpha who so clearly wanted to fuck and then backed out because he wanted to be close to her even more. 

which, in all fairness, seungcheol seemed completely happy with being close. he wanted to be holding her or pressed against her, even when they had first talked in the club, he was so quick to pull her close. not to mention, he’d seemed beyond annoyed to have to leave her the night before even to answer the door. 

she felt him shift - she felt his soft lips press gently to her neck. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked, voice still low and soft. 

she felt his lips shift a bit lower - she couldn’t help moving to the side, giving him the room he clearly wanted. she felt the gentle, teasing kisses and bites. 

when he was satisfied, he leaned up so he could see her. she was used to seeing him look tired, it was part of why she ever went so far as to ask him how his day was - she always felt bad for him when he looked exhausted. 

seeing him look tired and have him be so close though, was - she wasn’t sure, exactly, but her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. she watched them reach up and smooth his unruly black hair. she wanted to lull him back to sleep while she thought…or maybe she could find something to clean anxiously while he slept for at least three days. 

he leaned down, his lips pressing softly to hers. she loved how he felt, how warm  and plush his lips were. his kisses were gentle and unhurried. she felt his fingers trace through her hair - he was clearly in no rush whatsoever. 

he broke the kiss though, his forehead pressing gently to hers, “please tell me if i did something?” he whined softly. 

he hadn’t done anything. she smoothed his hair, and shook her head, “you didn’t,” she whispered.

he hummed to himself, “then why do you feel nervous?” he asked as his fingers traced along the neckline of the tshirt she was wearing, making the lightest contact with her skin. 

she flushed, wondering why he put such a fine point on things. 

“i’m not,” she lied. 

he groaned, “even if you weren’t shifting around and wiggling and making little sounds, you’re right next to me, and everything about you feels anxious,” he was watching her now. his gaze was soft and curious. 

“even your scent is different,” he whispered, his fingertips traced along her jaw. she wished he didn’t sound quiet so concerned. 

she wanted to shrug him off - she wanted to say he was just hungover and there was nothing to sense, least of all from her. 

but she knew what he meant, he meant he could feel her - as in the way alphas felt their mates and their mates could feel them, and that however it started between them, however intense it was, it would only increase if they bonded fully. 

she never thought she would meet an alpha who could feel what she was feeling, much less sound almost worried. 

he was still watching her, waiting patiently for some explanation. she fumbled for the right words. and wondered why it had been so much easier when she had had several drinks. 

she wanted to ask him why on earth he would want to have a bond with her out of all his options, but she had known for months - not ‘why’ so much, but that he did for reasons that she couldn’t fathom. 

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she had realized the moment she swapped back from drawing little hearts around his name to just a smiley face - he had looked like she slapped him when he grabbed his coffee. worse he looked like he wanted an answer regarding the change to his cup sleeve doodles, or at least to lodge a complaint with the offending party, aka her. 

she had the tiniest urge to hide in the employee bathroom or under the counter. she didn’t care which - she never thought a change to her doodles could maybe ruin his day a little bit.

she had wondered if he would say something about it. she had imagined him cornering her and asking ‘why?’ in a very stern voice - but he hadn’t. instead, he looked like he was buffering for almost an hour, but he left like normal. 

and then the next time she saw him, he was sheepish and reserved - all because of the missing little hearts. she had felt bad almost immediately - she knew she had bothered him, but not so much that his personality changed. 

she had drawn lots of hearts that day to make up for the missing ones. and when he got his coffee - it was like she had aligned the planets just for him. he looked happy and almost smug when he grabbed his drink. 

once upon a time, she normally doodled things for almost everyone’s drink, but that was before she met him, and she slowly noticed that her doodles were more and more unconsciously reserved for seungcheol’s coffee cup and no one else’s. 

it helped that he was a regular and came in virtually every day - so all of her doodling could be seungcheol focused. sometimes there were happy hearts and sometimes they were surrounded by clouds - but they were just for him. 

she had only gone slightly red in the face when her co-worker asked her why “lover boy” got all of her drawings. 

she had shrugged, “he’s cute,” she said simply. 

“yeah, who doesn’t love alphas like that?” she had gone on, “you know the type that always let omegas help them through their ruts but are no where to be found when an omega needs help, but that’s just me,” she had finished, her tone harsh. 

y/n didn’t really have any thoughts, since she had never considered asking a alpha to help her through her heats. in her mind, it was way too personal of a thing. the sheer idea of seungcheol and his cute dimples seeing her at her most vulnerable and horniest state was far and away the last condition she would want him to see her in. 

besides, all she did was draw cute things that he seemed to like. it wasn’t like she was chasing him down or something. 

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but here she was, in seungcheol’s room, in his bed, no less. she felt his weight pressing down against her, keeping her still. she savored the feeling. 

he was still playing with her hair. his gaze had shifted. she was used to seeing his profile. she loved the shape of his lips. 

she had no idea how long they had been this way, but she was fairly certain he wasn’t going to let her get out of this so easily. he was heavier than her for starters. 

she considered distracting him. but she knew the truth was easier. 

she sighed, “why do,” she paused, “why do even pay attention to me?” she asked timidly. 

he glanced at her, his large eyes, only getting larger. he looked puzzled by the question. he was stuck in his buffering mode. 

“because, i just do - the first time i met you, i’ve never felt so sure, so certain about anyone ever,” his cheeks brightened to a gentle shade of pink. 

“there’s other people,”— she started. 

he shook his head emphatically, “no, there’s not - there’s just you,” he said with complete certainty, still playing with her hair. 

he finally glanced at her, his gaze was soft, “i’m serious, y/n - there’s no one else - check my phone - ask my friends, whatever you want,” his voice was more serious. 

she shook her head, “i don’t mean,” she sighed, “i’m trying to ask why do you seem so set on me? i’m not brave, i barely manage to flirt with you even,” she could feel her face brightening as she spoke. 

but before she could continue, she felt him kiss her. it was a much longer kiss than she expected. she thought it would be quick, just to shush her. but no, it was mellow and sweet, and his taste lingered on her tongue when they parted. 

he stared down at her, his embarrassment gone, “because i can feel you from across the room - just like i know you’re anxious now, i know when you’re grumpy in the morning, and i just want to make you feel better, reassure you,” he whispered, kissing her again, “do anything for you,” his lips brushed her skin. 

she hugged him close, feeling the immensity of what he had said. it was romantic and very, very old-world to think about finding a soulmate based on scents and innate connections. it was the kind of thing that reminded her of her great-great grandmother sitting and telling her her soulmate fortune by reading the tea leaves left in her cup one afternoon. 

she traced her fingers along his back, loving how smooth and firm his muscles were - she knew he enjoyed the way it felt. she didn’t need to ask him. just like she didn’t need to ask him about drinks or what food he was craving. 

she was used to ignoring the sigma part of herself. but she took pleasure in feeling him relax against her. she tried to remember what her soulmate fortune had been, but she could only remember that she thought it was all a bit fake. she nuzzled closer to him and fell asleep.

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she woke up for the second time, pressed against him - the soft sounds of rain against his window were comforting. she nuzzled closer to him, looking for more warmth. and she felt his kisses. she hummed happily, kissing him back. it was the easiest thing in the world. 

she loved the way they shifted positions so easily - her under him, and his arms around her, keeping her close, guiding her gently where he wanted her. even when she felt his fingers slide just under the hem of her tshirt, she didn’t mind the feeling of his fingertips skimming along the tender skin of her stomach. she pulled his hair softly as his hands moved further up her body - his fingers teasing her breasts and nipples, as they kissed.

she whimpered softly when he pulled one hand away, until she felt it traveling down her stomach and over her hip. and when she felt his hand arrive fully between her thighs, teasing her through her underwear, she whined gently, rolling her hips against him, seeking out friction. 

he barely pulled away from her, “feels good?”

she nodded, pulling him back down to her. his hand slid farther from her center though, instead, tracing along her inner thigh, teasing her. and when she felt his fingers return to her cunt, she realized how wet and slick she already was. it was the feeling of his fingers teasing her opening through the fabric that made her suddenly blurt out the thing she rarely shared.

“i’m—” she flushed, “i’ve never been with anyone,” she finished, biting her lip, wondering how he would react. 

he didn’t seem upset. 

in fact, he sat back, staring at her for a moment, “you mean, no one has ever,”— he broke off. she shook her head.

“even like what you’ve done so far - you’re the first,” she blushed brightly. 

he was still staring, “you go through your heats alone?” he asked, sounding surprised.

she shrugged, “there are things that help, like meds and stuff,” she blushed, almost wishing she hadn’t told him.

“go through your next one with me?” he whispered, his hands tracing along her sides. 

she was quiet for a moment, not knowing how to respond - she’d never been with anyone, and he was asking for that. but she found herself nodding, knowing she didn’t want to spend another heat alone and miserable. she wanted to spend it getting fucked by seungcheol. 

he kissed her again, “we can practice until then,” he murmured against her throat, biting her roughly. she moaned quietly, wondering just how many times he would have marked her by then. 

a/n: soooo yes, they're still negotiating this obvs - hope you like it - tell me if you do and if you don't uhhh plz let me live in peace

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Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 9- What's wrong with you Bruce?

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"Get up from there, that's not your seat" Damian glares at Viviana, the girl didn't move but only widened her eyes, seemingly making her look confused and wronged

"I'm sorry... Was it yours? I haven't been in the house long, so I don't know" she sheepishly smiled, Damian raised a brow "That's (Name)'s seat, get up"

You tilt your head "it's just a chair, I'll sit somewhere else", the boy gripped his fists tight "but that- you sit there and I sit beside you, then the one beside me is Dick, that's how I like it"

Viviana feigned sadness "Don't you want to sit next to me?" She said, "No" he said back

(Name), I'm sensing hostility

"yeah but when is Damian not hostile" you whisper quietly to the system

No I mean, hostile to you, Viviana is hostile to you, she doesn't seem to want to team up, according to her system, she thinks of you as a threat and she- oh my glitches, didn't you die by car accident?

"yeah..?"

Guess who was driving the car.

"What the fuck" you say outloud, too shocked to even whisper, Damian glares even further at Viviana, thinking she's the cause of your profanity

You look at the girl In front of you, why are you so stupid, of course not all reincarnators are good people, you were naive to think you'd found a companion, someone who'd understand the way you felt all these years feeling like you're living in someone else's body, slowly losing the memories of your past self

Viviana smiles, one that is too sinister to ignore, there you realize she wanted it, you wonder if she knows that she's the one who killed you, you stand up "I lost my appetite... I'm going for a walk" you say

"(Name)! What?... This is your fault!" Damian exclaims as he runs after you

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Bruce wakes up feeling okay... He's okay.

He remembers Viviana, the child who grew up without a father, and a child who'd recently lost her mother, he wanted to be able to dry his daughter's tears, and tell her it's okay, that she now has a family to cry with

Maybe he'll arrange his girls and Viviana an outing or maybe not Cassandra doesn't like going out much, Viviana should be his top priority, he does love his other children and he should probably check first if they're comfortable with hanging out with a person who's been a complete stranger not until last night, but Viviana is hurting...

He walks to the dining area seeing (Name) and Damian run off, what has Damian done now? Is (Name) alright, I should probably follow them to make sure they're okay

Viviana is right in front of him, Damian and (Name) can wait, his daughter is in front of him, and she looks... Upset?

Why is she upset?

Did something happen?

Did Damian fight her?

Is she not okay in the manor?

(Name) looked upset too

Enough about the others, Viviana is upset

"Is everything alright?" Bruce asked, he places his hand on the almost in tears girl's shoulder "I feel like-" *sniff* *sniff* "(Name) doesn't like me here, she cursed at me earlier"

(Name) was the reason? Well she probably had a good reason, she doesn't get upset at someone easily that wretched brat? Bruce thought she was finally behaving? Why on earth is (Name) making a sweet girl so upset? When she gets back I should punish her. No I shouldn't hurt (Name), she looked upset as well... Maybe it was a misunderstanding

"That doesn't sound like (Name)" Tim enters holding a bag of coffee beans munching on them like they're chips, Viviana sniffles "You weren't there... You don't know anything"

"yeah... And we can't just believe your word right? Let's ask (Name) what happened first-"

"Tim that's enough, don't interrogate Viviana, she's not a criminal, why would she even lie?" Bruce sneered, Tim looked taken aback "I wasn't saying she was lying I was just saying she might be twisting what actually happened to be innocent, (Name) isn't the type of person who curses at someone unprompted"

"so you're trying to shift the blame onto Viviana?" No he's not, he's just trying to find out what actually happened, why am I yelling at Tim? Bruce feels anger, why is everyone ganging up on Viviana?

Bruce sighs "I'll have Alfred summon (Name), she will be disciplined accordingly"

"Whoa hold one you don't even know what happened! Why are you set on punishing (Name) already, you should at least hear her side-"

"And? (Name) Is still the reason Viviana is upset, so she will be disciplined"

Tim scoffed "What's wrong with you? So if I said Viviana is upsetting me by sitting the wrong way will you discipline her? Also? Why is she sitting in (Name)'s seat, Alfred assigned Viviana her own seat earlier?"

"that's different."

"Well you-"

"Wait please stop! Don't fight because of me! Dad! Please don't punish (Name), it was nothing really... I forgive her" Viviana said meekly

Tim rolls his eyes "Okay court adjourned, no need to punish (Name)"

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Bruce: I love all my children equally.

*Viviana enters*

Bruce: Viviana is an angel amongst my children of demons

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Author: IM BACKKKKKKK

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

What remains of us, pt. 7

Summary: On the night of a certain class' ten year reunion, some familiar faces return to school, driving a wedge between Wally and Y/N.

Warnings: death, angst, mentions of mental health issues, fluff, mentions of a SCHOOL SHOOTING, swearing

Word count: 2.0k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

It's easy to lose track of time when you're having fun. The concept of being stuck in between worlds was daunting at first, but Y/N almost fears leaving it now. The spirit world became her home, filled with certainties she spend months accepting and creating, but now they're a part of her; he is a part of her.

Wally Clark felt like both a blessing and a curse, for she never expected meeting her soulmate would mean she would have to die. Falling in love with anyone else feels impossible now that she knows what love is. It's the way Wally's eyes melt into hers, the way his lips curve just before a breathtaking smile shines through, the way he smells of rain and leather. She finds it in the gentle tone of his warm voice whenever he sees her anxiety creeping up on her, in the sweetness of his guitar melody he claims is inspired by her laugh, in his passionate kisses and tasty pancakes. Loving Wally is as easy as breathing, being loved by him is a work of art.

It's no wonder, before either of them knew it, a year had passed. And then another. And another. On the fourth year, Yuri passed on and reality hit them full force.

"Should we -" Wally pauses, averting his gaze to the ground.

"We should," she sighs. "That doesn't mean we have to."

Locking eyes with Wally, she sees the note of surprise and perhaps a flicker of horror in the earthly brown hues.

"I mean, we have a good thing going here," her voice is shaky, "Right?"

Scratching the back of his head, he nods faintly. "We do. A really good thing!"

"So, why risk it? Huh? Going into our scars, traumatizing ourselves for who knows how long before we can finally move on is insane when we don't know where the hell we would be moving on to!"

"Maybe hell isn't the best choice of words right now," Wally chuckles. He can see she is stressed about it, about losing them and so is he, but there's no doubt in his heart...Y/N is his soulmate and wherever she goes he will follow - heaven or hell, he will be there. There isn't a force in the universe that can keep him from her.

"I'm serious, Wally." Hand on her chest, her eyebrows furrow. "I don't think I'm ready to go through that yet."

Reaching for her hand, he contains a wince as she pulls away. He can't remember the last time she refused his touch.

"I will never push you to do something you don't want to, but I have to ask you to at least consider it."

Licking her lips, she nods meekly. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I will consider it," she promises.

The answer satisfied Wally for a few more years. At least on the surface, he didn’t show it bothered him at all. In his heart though…he was tired. Wally’s mother stopped coming to the games the same year Y/N arrived. He knew she was gone, just like his father. No one who once loved him is alive today, only some still remember him. Even Maddie…he’s certain she let him go. She returned to the school only once after graduating – to leave him her old MP3 player filled with songs that remind her of him…of them. He’s kept it close all these years, a secret he couldn’t bare before Y/N.

Truth is, he misses Maddie. She was his first love. Y/N will be his last and he would never change that.

Except, his past had come back to haunt him.

“Ten years,” Xavier sighs. “Feels like only yesterday yet a thousand years apart in some ways.”

“Do you recognize any of these people?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrow ever so slightly, a compassionate tone coloring her voice. She became rather good friends with Xavier over the years. Not that he’d agree. What she called socializing, he deemed as pestering. He enjoyed his hidden corner in the library, but Y/N could tell his eyes would light up whenever she came around to ‘bother’ him.

“Yeah. Some. They don’t quite seem the same.”

“In what way?”

Swallowing thickly, he gives her a pointed look. “It’s been 10 years for them – they’ve aged. Life left marks, good for some, bad for others.”

“Right,” she frowns. “The world keeps spinning for them, while ours is standing still.”

“And while we are frozen in time, unable to face our reality and move forward, they get to experience everything that was stolen from us.”

“You resent them for it?”

Shaking his head lightly, his blue eyes focus on her little frown. “I resent myself for being too much of a coward to let this world go, far more than I could resent them for leaving me behind.”

Licking her lips, she wraps her arms around him gently. “I don’t see it as an act of cowardice. It’s about healing…That is bound to take a lot of time.” Pulling away, she smiles softly. “To face your scar and everything that’s gotten you here, you have to heal first. Otherwise it’s just torture without a chance of finding a way out.”

“You’ve never even went to yours,” Xavier points out. “What exactly does Wally tell you about it?”

“What he’s heard from others who were trying before succeeding and leaving this world for good.”

Raising a brow, Xavier takes her hand and pulls her closer. “What does he say of his own experience?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she tears her hand out from him, This is why she never talks about Wally with him. It feel as if he has it out for him and she can’t understand why. “He’s never been to his scar either.”

“That’s –“ A heavy sigh passes his lips. “I promise I’m not trying to start shit, okay? But Wally…” Xavier’s frown deepens as his eyes focus on something in the distance. She follows his line of sight as Xavier continues. “He’s been to his scar. He’s conquered it. Wally chose to stay.”

Feeling the knot in the back of her throat growing, making it harder to swallow, Y/N’s eyes finally find what Xavier focused on – Wally…and he’s not alone.

A girl with long blonde hair is right next to him, her eyes trained on his, her smile almost as wide as Wally’s. She looks…gorgeous, like a model would. She was pretty in her yearbook photo, but now? Y/N couldn’t come close to that.

“That’s Maddie.” Xavier speaks quietly in her ear, as if she didn’t know.

She isn’t talking to herself like others may believe – she’s talking to Wally.

Her Wally.

“She almost chose to stay here for him.”

The same Wally who could have moved on before, but chose not to. The one who told her lies for the past six years – and as it seems, the worst one was this – he isn’t over Maddie.

“You said you weren’t trying to start shit,” Y/N reminds him, anger laced in her voice

“I’m not,” Xavier insists. “I like to consider you a friend, Y/N. And I don’t lie to my friends.”

“You let me believe his lies for the past six years,” she turns to him, her eyes filled with rage. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you let me fall in love with him?”

“I tried telling you then, but you never seemed to waver in your affections. What was I supposed to do?”

Closing her eyes for a moment as she inhales deeply, she presses her lips in a thin line. “You’re right. I never gave you a chance or asked about it…Wally was never the topic of our conversations.”

“Look…I hate to admit it, but he’s obviously in love with you. Just…maybe talk it out and figure it out together?”

Scoffing, she glances at Wally walking away somewhere more private with Maddie by his side. “I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you? I mean, he had all the time in the world to tell me the truth and build solid foundations for this relationship. If he wanted to, he could have shared it all with me, but he chose secrecy and lies…again. I can’t pry it out of him by force and if he has lingering feelings for Maddie, to the point he’s been MIA this entire evening…then I’m not sure this can be fixed.”

“You’re jealous,” Xavier teases. “It’s not like he’s cheating.”

“It’s worse,” she claims. “He had me thinking he loves me. I’ve been tricked into baring my heart and soul while he kept parts of his only for her. It’s kind of hard not to feel cheated and betrayed by him when you come to that realization.”

Turning to leave, she feels Xavier’s hand wrap around her wrist. “Where are you going?”

“To face my fears.” Looking back at him, she manages a smile. “If this is the last time we see each other…Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Friendship…Honesty. All of it. I hope we meet again sometime.”

“Once I’m healed?”

Her smile widens. “You’re not broken, Xavier. Perhaps a little bent, but when you’re ready to move on, I don’t think your scar can stop you. In a year…or more…when you make it to the other side, make sure to find me. I’d like to ‘bother’ you some more.”

Clenching his jaw to stop it from quivering, he nods. “Will do.”

He releases her wrist, watching her walk away into a dark hallway. As she disappears from sight, Xavier lets his eyes water. She was his only real friend here��He’ll be alone again. This time, forever.

“Hey.”

Looking to his side, he finds someone from his old life.

“Simon,” he acknowledges. “Surprised you came here after everything.”

“My therapist says I need to face my past fears.”

Chuckling, he nods. “Yeah, that seems to be the running theme here.”

“I hoped you’d be gone by now,” Simon confesses.

“Almost everyone else is,” Xavier shrugs.

“Who remained?”

“Wally, myself, the band. There’s a janitor, but he’s looping still. And…”

“And?”

“Y/N. She was a doctor…killed in the school shooting.”

“Oh…I didn’t even consider she’d be stuck here too. The story about her death was huge.”

“What did they say?”

“A rookie cop shot her dead. He was frightened hearing someone coming closer, he just took the shot without even checking who he aimed at.”

Xavier’s eyes widen.

“The kid who actually shot up the school didn’t hurt anyone…The rookie ended up shooting him at the station. He tried to set the kid up. Claimed he got out of his restrains and attacked him. It took like five years for it all to come to light. They made a documentary last year when they passed anti-gun laws…named after her.”

“She doesn’t know,” he mutters.

“Know what?”

“She just decided to go into her scar for the first time…she doesn’t know who killed her!”

“So?”

“Remember how easy it is to get trapped in your scar even when you know the circumstances of your death? Now imagine walking into it unprepared!”

Rolling his eyes, Simon sighs. “Okay. Let’s go stop her.”

“No. I’m going to stop her and you need to get Wally there immediately! If there’s anyone who can pull her back out, it’s him.”

[marianne-rogue]

Ok. OKAY.

Jinx is not surprised that he is 'there', that he is kind, and trying to pick her up, to "save her". The nickname "Boy Saviour" is a callback to how she think he sees her. Even when you assume the cut content ('I don't need to be saved, I'm Jinx now') did not happened, you still have the diaries.

Everything in between "quotation marks" is likely to be teenager Ekko and teenager Jinx just talking after the wherehouse incident, in the timeframe where Ekko is still trying to keep himself in the good graces of Silco's entourage to get to her and get her away.

Before Jinx burns this bridge and makes it clear she is working for Silco.

The same diary clearly spells out that Jinx hallucinates her victims too. Everyone she killed keeps her from sleeping. She always felt guilty for killing people, but pushed it down because it would mean weakness, being afraid, and all that jazz.

But Ekko was always there, very much alive, and they kept crossing path even when they were not on talking terms anymore.

She always assumed he would be the one being sorry for her, taking responsability for her, debilitating her from her free will and responsability.

Now get this.

We don't know if she never hallucinated him before, but even Eve (the pink haired Firelight she killed because she looked like Vi) was in her dellusions, and Ekko does not?

Because he was never dead or lost in her mind. She never needed to conjure him up to negate his disapearance and the consequences of her actions.

HE IS THE ONE PERSON SHE DOESN'T REGRET HER COURSE OF ACTION WITH.

HE IS THE ONE PERSON SHE CONSIDERED HAVING HANDLED THE BEST SHE COULD. PUSHING HIM AWAY. CHOOSING HIM, BEFORE VI, TO END HER LIFE ON THE BRIDGE.

When she sees him in her lair, knowing full well he can't be here because HELLO, HE NEVE FOUND THIS PLACE, HE NEVER COULD, it very much annoys her that HE, of ALL PEOPLE, would be part of her hallucinations, but it doesn't scares her or surprises her, especially when he TRIES TO SAVE HER AGAIN. Which in her mind is pretty much the same as BELITTLELING HER. A way worse version of what her inner Mylo does.

She stops when he starts to act different from what she remembers. She looks at him intently when she sees him hesitate, like if someone could change her mind, he would be him! Because she thinks SHE DID NOTHING WRONG WITH HIM, and it as HIS JOB to change his mind about how to treat her.

I'm saying it again.

For all of the others, she thinks she did her best, fucked up, and it wasn't enough.

For HIM, she thinks SHE DID THE RIGHT THING AND IT'S ON HIM TO CHANGE BEHAVIOUR. To choose the right words. To stop treating her like she is a failure in need of being rescued.

EVEN AS AN HALLUCINATION, probably fuming from the bomb of the bridge, SHE GIVES HIM TIME TO SAY SOMETHING SHE DOESN'T KNOW.

When she does realizes he is here and capable of changing his behaviour, she stop blowing them up, but she is convinced he would be better off without her, because they are not friends anymore. "Old friend" hurts. Tires her in advence.

Why does she stops? Beside seeing him jump next to her and the weird familiar monkeys in his glowing cell?

Him actually starting a conversation with her. For the first time in ages. Not giving him orders, not calling her names (Powder or Jinx = insulting in his mouth, even in Vi's at this point). A conversation. 'You know, I heard', casual, not about them, not about the desperation, the things that went wrong, the regrets. Just a conversation. One where he is not expecting anything from her. One where he is not trying to tell her who she is, what he can do for her, how she should behave. He's just talking to her as an equal. Just telling her 'fuck it, let's do something else. Anything else. Whatever you want. But I'm here. I'm not a ghost in your mind. I'm real, I'm connection, I'm swallowing my pride up, I'm not your hero, I'm genuinly curious of what you can do if you're not in the bottom of a pit.'

And that's such a FINE line. The subtle change in attitude that makes her look at him for who he is and not the resentment of not being enough. Ekko just 'stopped' being 'her jerk', and she could stop feeling like a failure.

If that's not oppositional autism for you guys I don't know what is, but THERE.

I love'em.

I'm 95.678% sure that Jinx never hallucinated Ekko. Which is strange because he's grouped with important people from her past yk?

First we have Mylo and Claggor on multiple occasions

Second, Vander, Felica (her mom), Connor (her dad)

Third, Caitlyn and Vi again

Fourth, Vi, Sevika, Isha, Silco and some more Mylo!

She hallucinates everyone but Ekko and Benzo. Benzo also not being present trashes this idea right? NOPE! EKKO WAS HER BEST FRIEND???????? WHY WOULD HE NOT BE INCLUDED????? Also Benzo probably was like the least involved in her life, unlike the others listed.

In summary from what I've seen Ekko is like her safe place or something idk. Maybe i missed smth. Not really a timebomb shipper but this was nice.

Okay im done

[windyremedy]

Unexpected Endings | Chapter One 💥

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me.”

— Sydney Rose We Hug Now

Summary: No one expected for you and Bakugou to end up together. Not when Nitta Shika, a classmate he'd grown to respect throughout their time in U.A. was around. They were known to bicker as she confidently retorts his explosive insults while you sat at the back barely visible in his line of vision. Yet somehow, someway it was you and him and that was something you grew to accept with time. However recent events comes to question that very fact and now your back to square one.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, NSFW Implications, Time Skip, Original Characters, Love Triangle-ish, Cursing

Authors Note: FIRST SERIES FIC ‼️ MIGHT SHIT 🚽 will prob redo to full length cause I remembered why I didn’t want to do a series 💀

It didn't always feel right especially in the beginning.

Even when you finally agreed to get together with Katsuki after stumbling into each other’s lives years later past graduation. You had lingering doubts that struck deep. Deeper than you'd like to admit because never has Katsuki failed you in showing his love and care.

Be it through his actions like having at least one arm glued around you at all times or making you food that you mentioned you've been craving. Heck even through words you know he finds difficult to utter, he does it easily with you. Sure probably not as much as some other people might but it doesn't take away that they were meaningful nonetheless, maybe even more so.

So why?

Why is it that you're back in the time where it was him and her. Back when you didn't even think it was plausible to catch his attention. Back when everyone believed they'd end up together.

Well it all started on everyone's favorite weekend, Saturday.

It was a morning you've grown used to, the usual morning beverage, the familiar chirping tweets of the birds just outside the slightly open window with the cool breeze pushing in. It wasn’t grand by any means but it was all home.

Re-entering your bedroom to then shuffling the messy sheets you searched for your phone on the bed and underneath the pillows. Grabbing the device you quickly went to check any messages you might've gotten. Seeing your favorite person right dab at the top, at 8:37 AM.

MESSAGES

— 💥 Suki: You better be awake.

— 💥 Suki: Or else l'm coming on your ass.

— 💥 Suki: Coming for your ass**

You let out a small laugh.

— 💥 Suki: Actually both can be true but there's no time and l'm seriously almost there.

Oh shit.

Quickly you freshened yourself up in the bathroom and made your way through your closet putting on whatever cute dress you could find.

You learned from last time that he really meant it when he was almost there.

In a second or two he'd ring the doorbell and-

Ding.

You didn't bother opening the door for him knowing he had a key to your place so you continued dressing yourself. However you were unable to reach the zipper behind your dress as you tried with all your might. Twisting your body in an angle the door suddenly opened.

There stood with slightly widened eyes was Katsuki. He looked effortlessly cool even with just a black shirt and dark jeans.

"You're not making this easy for me y’know." he said, leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed.

"Well that's the point of getting hard." you answered without thinking.

"You aren't funny and I never found ya funny." he spoke with an amused smirk.

You huffed annoyed.

"Be quiet and help me."

As soon as you said that he got up and walked towards you, keeping you in place with a firm but gentle hold as he assisted.

"..-on't have to go.”

"What?" you asked, not completely hearing what he said, turning around and seeing his slight pout and furrowed brows.

“I said we don't need to go." he spoke a little louder, wrapping his muscled arms around your shoulders.

Practically suffocating your face but it’s a death you don’t mind dying by.

"Suki you haven't seen your friends in probably ages." you said or tried to as the words got muffled from his rather passionate embrace.

"Yeah but I don't wanna see their dumb faces. They're all too damn loud and nosy.” he retorts, placing his forehead against yours.

"We already said we'd go." you replied returning his hug by reaching your arms around his back.

He sighed and relented.

"Fine."

As both of you headed outside he started walking a little bit ahead of you, reaching the black sleek car he opened the door for you to enter first. Moving to your seat you buckle your seatbelt as he gets in himself.

The drive was filled with a few idle exchanges but was mostly spent in a comfortable silence. The way the two of you can just sit together this way was something you're grateful for. There wasn't an excessive need to talk about everything and anything at once and both of you understood and appreciated each other anyway no matter if it's through words or none at all.

Now that you're thinking about it, maybe none of this would’ve happened if that didn’t happen.

"Remember when you almost killed me?" you brought up breaking the serene atmosphere.

He deadpanned and looked at you in the rear view mirror.

"Okay, I told you to stop wording it like that.”

You threw your back in a relaxed manner and giggled. To cut him some slack you are dramatizing it a little bit.

"Well I'm happy it happened." you concurred with a smile.

He raised a brow and looked at you weird.

"What? You almost getting hurt?"

“Not that part but we started acknowledging each other more after no?"

He nodded in thought as you looked ahead, reminiscing the moment that might’ve started it all.

FLASHBACK

"-(/n)!!"

"DUMBASS LOOK OUT!!!"

You heard multiple shouts at once though you were unsure if it was directed at you. That was of course until you saw an explosion head your way.

FUCK!

Raising a forcefield you managed to blocked in time.

Although the quick shock made you tumble down either way.

"Oof.”

Laying on the grass you could only see the cloudy sky. You might've been up there actually if you didn't save yourself in time or down but let's not go there.

As you sat up a few of your classmates came running to your aid. Momo in particular fretted over your body, checking for any injuries. While Hagakure and Uraraka shot a multitude of questions and concerns.

"Are you okay!?"

"Is your back fine?"

"How many fingers am I holding??!"

"Hagakure you're invisible."

As more and more figures surrounded you the more dizzying everything became. Truly you appreciated their worries for your safety but things were getting too swirly for you to understand anything.

“Wha-“

"MOVE YOU USELESS FUCKS." The blonde would scream shoving across his other classmates.

Being so close to him was weird in a butterflies being prisoners bursting out your stomach in jail kinda way. From what you can remember the most near you ever gotten to him was when you two were lining up to get on the bus one school trip ago during your second year.

"A-ah! Bakugou?"

"Here." he spoke irritably calm reaching an arm out.

That surprised you because you thought he was gonna finish the job and off you from the world for whatever reason. Not that he would kill per say nor that he wouldn't kill, just his personality you noticed of getting things done.

"Oh! Thanks." you grabbed his hand and pushed yourself up.

…

Honestly never in your entire life since you started attending U.A have ever thought you'd end up in this mess of a situation. Awkwardly standing with hands held to a guy you might've admired a little more than an average person, surrounded probably by your entire class right now.

With the last person to reach you being Nitta Shika with her arms crossed and eyes glaring straight at you or rather your intertwined hands. You quickly let go of Bakugou, not wanting to make her misunderstand anything between you two.

For a quick second you noticed a hurt look flash through Bakugou’s eyes, maybe you offended him?

"What happened." An emotionless voice asked.

Ah. Mr. Aizawa.

"I left for one minute, someone better fess up. Now.”

Instilling fear in everybody in the vicinity of the situation.

There it was explained that Shika had been messing around and annoyed Bakugou to the point of actually blasting her a new one. However obviously she dodged but what Bakugou didn't know was that you were behind her.

Nitta was held in detention for the day as well as Bakugou because both are partly to blame. With Nitta who should’ve been focusing on training and with Bakugou who shouldn’t have gone through with such a dangerous move like that even when knowing the other person would dodge.

In addition to the fact that he didn't check his surroundings which could've seriously hurt people around him and that is not something you wanna do during quirk practice or out in the real world.

After that whole fiasco, you’re just glad he knew you existed. But what you didn’t know was that he already did.

END OF FLASHBACK

"I told you I didn't know your dilly dally ass was there." he said as he swerved the car left.

You faked an offended gasp.

“Don't be mean to me."

He let out a boisterous laugh as if that was the most hilarious thing he has ever heard.

"Sure, sure.”

Flustered you leaned out the window asking if you're there yet.

"Almost.”

"And by almost you mean in one, two—“

"We're here."

Stepping out the vehicle you begin to feel your palms sweat and heart beat a bit faster than usual.

It isn’t that you weren’t friends with the dubbed ‘Bakusquad’ but you just weren’t in the friend group like that so naturally you didn’t grow so so close to them.

However with Kirishima being the most accepting and friendly, he’s actually the only one you’d consider a close friend due to seeing him and actually hanging out with him when with Katsuki. At times going out on hikes, for lunch, or to the gym.

After that would be Sero, Kaminari, then Mina. Sero because he was chill, Kaminari because he was funny, and Mina because…..well you didn’t get to spend much time with her. She was always with Nitta, being a dynamic duo in the squad. Kinda like with Katsuki and Kirishima as well as Kaminari and Sero. Hopefully you don’t seventh wheel.

But you really shouldn’t be too worried there was gonna be some other people both in and out of Class 1-A attending so really what could go wrong?

Apparently everything.

[braskide]

How come there’s no rikku blogs. YP are covered but where’s R….. Do people not want to use the Al Bhed translator. I understand. You can just like. Put it in <these> and say ‘in Al Bhed’ after I wouldn’t judge.

Anyway to not make this a lame complaint. Fave ff10 summon and fave Yuna dressphere.

going to take this chance to shoutout @starvingtongue for their unique work on paine ( as well as my personal favorites dona, leblanc, tromell & wakka honestly! ) and how consistently they have worked on developping paine throughout all these years i've had to pleasure of being around the ff rpc. honestly, being here wouldn't be the same without their paine.

on the matter of rikku: i agree! we need rikku's! if you ask me, we need the entire x & x-2 lineup!!!!!! generally speaking, back when i started my blog, the rpc all around used to be more lively, but i understand we were all in our teens and late and whatnot, so obviously our free time ranged as time passed, and now it feels way quieter, which is a shame because all in all this is still my favorite hobby, especially coming online and seeing my mutuals post their hc's, their replies, their wishlists of plots, crossovers! i miss it all. i miss the times where there were so many crossover interactions, where there were so many fun crossover ships too, all built on plotted dynamics between the writers! it was a fun time — but circling back to your point: we do need a rikku!!!!!!!! multiple rikku's!!!!! !! hell. we even need multiple yuna's, paine's, multiple girlies from all the titles, all and everything.

if i had to pinpoint some reason as to why someone might be more hesitant to pick up on her again, it's less about the albhed translator ( which is so fun honestly! ) and more about ( in my opinion, as a consistent heroine writer djsd;dfj ) the fact that female muses are usually not as popular as other counterparts. it's been like this in every fandom i've tipped my toes in honestly, and i understand that many are openly trying to fight the stigma, but it still comes down to how much people wish to interact with you to keep your muse alive, you know? personally — my yuna muse has been with me for as long as i can remember, with or without interest from other writers just because she is very representative of me as a person growing with her ( and i've been lucky enough to have amazing writers by my side who helped me develop her further to the point where i feel she's my oc even ). but i've definitely tried my hand at other female presenting characters that seemed to die down for lack of interest for interaction, which it's obviously not entirely no one specific's fault! but it's still something the rpc's deals with, right? so pin it down in a generic way: our ff rpc is way more quiet than it used to be, it also doesn't help that some titles are waaaaaay older than others who are getting revived ( x being 25+ & x-2 being 22 today : skull : ) so not as well known to other videogames fandoms, but also the additional stigma around female presenting/aligned muses not helping!

taking this other chance to shoutout some of my favorites heroines from the ffrpc who i've had the pleasure to have on my dashboard for the past years & that i highly rec! @magitekelite's terra is such a pleasure to see everytime they make an appearance, i love love love love them. @blkmahgik , my returning lulu who i adore to see come back to her and breathe life into her character & their multi where they have an incredible ff roaster @lifebinds. @lockedfighter has put so much effort into loving tifa that i just am in awe everytime i get the chance to see them post. @asterites moon princess to my moon princess, they love love love stella, and you will too. @onegil's aerith study is just worth everything in the world. and i also want to shoutout some others that i've become mutuals with that i've not yet had the chance to interact with yet: @kuloba , @ashereign , @corderis ! i've definitely missed many mores, but please keep amazing me with all your work.

very much sorry for hijacking your post about rikku nonies fjs;asjd but i need to make it my life mission to make sure female aligned muses from ff are told that they're worth everything!! !!!!! and if someone ever was feeling inspired enough to take upon rikku again, i will fight for them to post daily because we seriouslyyyyyyy need a sunshine around here. i love rikku, she's just such an amazing all around character and her themes are so important, too. starting from al bhed's home to how it feels to also be her very individual self growing up in a world everchanging such as spira. i love and adore everything about her & her relationship with y & p. their trio is everything to me and especially to the little kid that grew up playing with them the fantastic game that is x-2.

ANYWAYSmDFJS;DJKS — my favorite x summon has to be shiva. i'm so basic : sob : but i remember how in awe i was when my brother summoned her for the first time. and the fact her stats are connected to lulu made her one of my strongest aeons too! i loved power buffing lulu djs;fjdkdsa UNTILLL YUNA TOOK OVER WITH HER BASE MAGIC STATS. : sob : my second favorite is definitely bahamut & magus sisters coming close after! dressphere for yuna definitely has to be lady luck. i love everything about the concept : the giant ass dices spawning as she does the attacks, the random factor of the attack / magic slots. ugh. x-2 dresspheres is just peak gameplay design. so fun and interactive. ten out of ten and anyone can fight me on this.

[batboyblog]

I frankly think a lot of the problems that plague the far left and their honestly downright abusive behavior towards anyone they deem "liberal" is the same thing that's caused so many problems from the far right in general:

The master/servant dynamic.

I saw an interesting post somewhere that posits that people interpreted the American ideal of social movement and the like in a deeply warped way, in that rather than seeing it as a chance for one to gain and move up the world alongside their fellow human being, that they instead just see everyone as an obstacle for them to step on to reach their own heights, all while sneering down on those same people when they get what they want.

I think there's a similar element at play with the master servant dynamic, in that I think many of the people shouting down on liberals for "failing" subscribe to a deeply warped understanding of what liberal leadership are supposed to be:

Namely, on paper, the ideal situation is that voters and leaders both have their own responsibilities and roles in the social contract between them, where voters must hold the leadership accountable, but the leader is also the result of the voters' own choices regarding them. Hence why a bad leader is partially the fault of the voters and the latter must bear responsibility for that leader coming into power.

What I think instead happened is the warped master/servant dynamic is at play: namely, certain leaders and certain voters instead believe that their relationship is basically all take and no give, that THEY are the masters who can abuse, brutalize, demonize and generally mistreat the other part of the social contract, while the latter is expected to take the abuse and do whatever the "master" wants them to do without complaint, and that their own lives and agency and humanity are essentially forfeit.

And this is the root of a lot of the anti-liberal behavior I've seen as of late: They don't see liberals as people who are trying their best under bad circumstances; they see them as worthless servants who aren't giving their "superior" master exactly what they want while getting nothing in return, or outright dying with a smile. There is no equal responsibilities, no acceptance of the complexities each face; only the expectation of submission from their victims to feed their need to feel dominant.

interesting,

I for sure agree that there's a element to American success that people view their personal success as purely personal, no matter what help they got, and often bitterly resent anyone having an "easier" time of it than them.

I remember reading about a Mexican illegal immigrant who was "proud" of her two American sons voting for Trump. The thrust of it was she found the wallet of a Nicaraguan refugee who had TPS, so a legal immigrant, and she was outraged that he had some different aid money (the article didn't say but I think she robbed the poor guy's cash, and it wasn't clear she gave back the wallet) But basically she was so mad about this legal immigrant getting help she never did she was happy to have her son's vote for Trump even though she still doesn't have legal status. So now the Nicaraguan lost his TPS (Trump has set Nicaragua to expire in July, basically all TPS programs are shutting down in the coming months) and she'll still get deported, and Trump wants to take her sons' citizenships away.

idk if I see the relationship between voters and electeds as a master-servant dynamic though

hm, how to articulate, one dynamic you see all over, though its particularly clear in dictatorships, is much of the public give up on "politics". The idea is that politics is for other people, "we're not political" the not only are you personally not "political" political is for a totally different type of person, a different class of person, from you, you are utterly removed from it.

I think in America, one there's just a lot of people who feel that way, thats why about 40% of the people didn't vote at all in the 2024 election. Also I think that view, or at least the idea that all politicians are the same, corrupt, self enriching, dirt bags, who are again an "other" removed from normal society and not like you or anyone you know, helps Trump bigly, because one he's "not a politician" and two if you say "my god he's so corrupt!" to a certain set of supporters the answer is "so what? all of them are"

where was I going? oh okay, I think this idea has entered a new and strange evolution in America, where there are people who aren't disengaged from politics and the news about politics, they aren't apathetic, which is the usual "we're not political" view, they would say "I am political" "I'm a leftist/progressive/socialist" HOWEVER they maintain the politician as other view. Like with rightists and Trump they have a handful of anti-politicians, Bernie Sanders or AOC they like, I think thats why you sometimes get overlap.

I remember a Bernie volunteer in 2016 telling me that a popular phrase in the Bernie field office was "A Trump voter is just a Bernie voter who hasn't been educated yet"

so you have a weird disconnect, that politics is done by some other class of men, and not for "you", but also deep rage at the "system"

finally I think, we just live in a lazy age? with the internet its easier than ever to sit and home and do nothing and not be bored, I have half a dozen tv shows I've been meaning to watch and 3 movies on my laptop, I have an audio book on my phone I've paused to type this, Bluesky is open if I need to make a pithy remark about the politics of the day, I'm answering you. So in that context effort, going to boring meetings and hearings, traveling to your state capital or DC, knocking doors, making phone calls, writing letters, post-cards, emails etc for your politics, its effort and no one wants to be asked. You can tweet in 30 seconds get the "rush" like you did something and then watch 10 TikTok videos. It's why you see so many protests, or boycotts that seem to have no meat to them, going out and marching with a sign for a couple hours with friends is fun, did you sign everyone there up to volunteer? no? well nonetheless... And boycotts well everyone seems to have decided how they interface with capitalism, and particularly entertainment media is the ultimate moral and political litmus test, again because I think "politics is for other people" so "I don't watch TV shows with problematic characters" is more meaningful to a lot of people than "I'm a member of my local Democratic committee" when clearly the latter does a lot more good for the world than the former.

Also I guess that also nets back to American individualism in the influencer age. Everyone wants to be famous for being themselves and, like.... hmmm in 2016 I lead a campaign field office, in a swing state, we knocked tens of thousands of doors. The difference between our Democratic Senate candidate and the Republican? 1,017 votes, we knocked 100 times that number of doors out of my office, the volunteers I trained 4 shifts a day for the last 2 weeks? they brought that election home. And in 2017, Republicans tried to repeal Obamacare the ACA, it failed by a single vote, the Senator I helped elect made all the difference. I'm not going in the history books, no one will ever credit me, but there's a very direct line between me getting up at 5am on Election Day to put door hangers on hundreds of doors, and millions of Americans having health coverage.

People don't want that, a part of a collective story that matters, they want to make a video that gets a million likes or whatever, they want to be the star and get the credit.

[chasingfigments]

Wheel of Time, Season 3, Episodes 1-3

Some scattered thoughts about the first three episodes of the season, including vague full book series spoilers.

(Why vague, you ask? Because I've only read the series once, and a majority of that was over twenty years ago at this point, and I am disinclined to do in-depth research for this post beyond googling spelling.)

1) I appreciate that they're having Siuan lay the groundwork for her own destruction. I'll admit, the coup caught me entirely off guard in the books, but here I can see the very careful build up:

Barring one Ajah's Sitters from the Hall.

Revealing that only 11 people (a simple majority) are needed for a vote to pass.

Siuan did not deny Liandrin's charges, and instead dodged them with the Black Ajah reveal, while still admitting that if Liandrin were telling the truth, Siuan could be deposed for what she did in Cairhien.

A number of Sitters were killed in that fight, and between that and the four that jumped to Liandrin's help, the Hall is going to have a chunk of (probably) new Sitters who may not be inclined charitably toward Siuan.

Sending Tsutama out with (presumably) seven of Tsutama's hand-picked Reds, leaves Galina and Elaida behind for power grabbing. This is extra bad for Siuan given that Tsutama seems opposed to Elaida from the start (by refusing that gift).

2) I think the show is going to keep masking/inverting weaves as a thing, primarily because Egwene did not see any of Lanfear's weaves in the "mirror" bubble of evil. We were firmly in Egwene's POV in that scene, so the audience should have seen something. Nynaeve also didn't see what was happening with the playing cards and Mat. (Then again, it's possible that the weaves were small/subtle enough Egwene/Nynaeve didn't spot them...but I'm not willing to do a frame-by-frame rewatch looking for that)

3) This is contrast to the very clever split-second pauses before Rahvin used compulsion on a BUNCH of characters in episode 2. No one in Tar Valon was capable of seeing him do that, so the audience didn't see it either. I do hope the show continues to play with POV like that now that more of the Forsaken are out.

4) LOLing over the Forsaken meetup where they point out that last time they were all fighting each other only for Rahvin to turn around and be dealing with Moghedien behind Lanfear's and Sammael's backs. And we've got confirmation that Nae'blis is still a thing.

5) Yesssssss, we're keeping Semirhage. Given the Forsaken statues we saw in season 1, sounds like we're getting Asmodean. I'm not sure if I want Semirhage fucking about with the Seanchan (we saw Ishamael doing that last season) or if I want her to take over Mesaana's plot. Maybe she can have a cold open of murdering the Empress and then jaunt over to the White Tower.

6) Mazrim name drops! Is Taimandred not happening? Or are we getting Mazrim's ascension much sooner? Either way, I hope this means Shara doesn't come out of left field in the last battle because that made no fucking sense. Taimandred did, and I'll never not be angry that it didn't happen. XD

7) Thank god they changed the Morgase + Rhavin plot, btw. I'm glad that in 2025 we're not going to have "competent queen destroys her queendom by going crazy over Some Guy" + slutshaming that happened in the books. I like that we saw Morgase murder her formal rivals to secure her power because when she starts cleaning house in Andor (we got that Bryne name drop, so there's some alienation going on already), it's not out of character for her to do this--she's purged folks before. This also makes Elayne's eventual succession crisis have even higher stakes, because like fuck is anyone going to want to fold to her once they've made their own claim because they remember what her mother did when she won.

8) It does not seem like the Choedan Kal + access keys are going to be a thing. We'll miss out on some great visuals without the giant statues, but we also won't get the Amayar's mass suicide, so that's fine with me.

9) Mat's slow build-up of annoyance with Galad and Gawyn was hilarious and made his eventual beatdown of them immensely satisfying.

10) We've already got Galad's disdain for Aes Sedai! (Though that does not stop him from fucking Novices/Accepted. XD) I wonder if we'll actually see his recruitment to the Whitecloaks in the show.

11) The Gray Men are horrifying (and also I hope we see some actual female Soulless because those were allegedly a thing we never got to see on page). Let Moghedien take a lady apart in a horrifying manner!

12) Awww, I want Mat and Min to make up eventually. Her new viewing of him was horrifying (but fun! because of course that was going to happen I do not understand why so many people thought we'd totally miss the Snakes & Foxes in the leadup to this season??? why was that even a serious worry).

13) I'm not necessarily opposed to Aiel taking in outsiders (though Tigraine was a pretty notable exception, from what I remember?), but I'm a little surprised they're repurposing Melindhra and using that as backstory for her. I doubt they'll have Lan hook up with her, but I guess this hint of a connection to Malkier could serve as a way to get her close with Lan (since Mat's off to Tanchico).

14) Very much appreciate that the show is not glossing over Egwene's PTSD or Mat's--PTSD from prior lives? (I'm not sure how to classify it, but he's also having a hard time right now.)

15) Awww, Bain and Chiad flirting with Loial was very cute. I do like that they're following Loial here, and I'm going to assume Aviendha fulfilled her toh to Perrin in the battle at Falme.

16) Ryma is free! 😭😭😭

17) ON THAT NOTE, I think we're actually going to avoid the endless the-black-Ajah-and-Seanchan-don't-exist-or-if-they-do-they-aren't-threats nonsense in the books. The White Tower was so infuriating in the books under Elaida's rule, but they've got the attack in the Hall, they have Ryma and her testimony, and the show is putting its work in to make its antagonists competent instead of caricatures, so I doubt they'll backslide and deny those things.

18) Not at all worried about not seeing Egwene and Elayne's Accepted tests--we got the "full length" version of Nynaeve's last season, and we'll certainly get flashbacks to Egwene and Elayne's as they are relevant. We had other things that had to be covered first.

19) Elayne and Aviendha hooking up is the best change they could have made to Rand's harem plotline.

20) Liandrin rescuing that child bride was both very nice and also horrifying, but hey, mind wiped and alive is probably better than dead? XD

[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 5)

You were sitting quietly on the small couch in your house, watching some cartoons while your mom prepared dinner.

"Mamá... ¿Por qué yo no tengo papá? " you asked, with a curious expression as you turned to look at your mother.

She stood still, a little surprised by your sudden question, but... After all, you were almost six years old, it was obvious that sooner or later you would ask yourself that question.

You'd seen your friends with their dads, and you'd also seen how the characters in your favorite TV shows had dads too. So, eventually, curiosity arose in your little mind... Why didn't you have a dad too?

Mom never mentioned anything about Dad, you never met your father until now, you don't even know who he is, let alone the reason why your mom doesn't tell you anything about him.

"Ah... Escucha, mi adorable (y/n), tú si tienes un padre, es solo que... Él no está aquí, él vive muy, muy lejos. Y no puedes conocerlo" She explained, leaving the kitchen and walking towards you.

"De todas formas... No necesitas un padre, mi pequeña hija. Te prometo que yo te voy a cuidar y amar tanto que jamás te hará falta un padre" She murmured sweetly, hugging you.

"Tú me tienes a mi y yo te tengo a tí, eso es todo lo que importa". She finally stated, her voice as warm and soft as ever, as she placed a small kiss on your forehead.

Oh, how right your mother was when she said that... You didn't need a father. You didn't need Bruce. Because... It was obvious he didn't need you either.

After the incident on the stairs, you had to rest and stay in bed in your room for almost two whole days. And... It wasn't even difficult for you to accept having to stay locked in your room resting these days, since, after what happened... You definitely didn't even want to run into Tim, much less Stephanie or Cassandra. So it was better to stay within the safety of your own room, without any of them being able to get close.

Alfred took care of you; in fact, it's thanks to him and his diligent care that you've already recovered quite a bit. The pain in your body disappeared; only small marks remained, but nothing serious.

In times like these, you definitely appreciate that Alfred at least makes time for you. If it weren't for him, living in this mansion would be much more complicated.

He takes care of you, listens to you, makes sure you eat all three meals a day, teaches you English, explains to you about this family, and helps you in every way he can. You're truly grateful for that.

You sigh softly, really... It was so boring staying in your room all day. Luckily, you have something to help you entertain yourself a little.

You take the notebook and pencil that were next to you on the table, and you start to draw a little bit of the first thing that comes to mind.

Your grip on the pencil is soft, and you have a calm expression as you slide the pencil tip over the white sheet of paper.

You draw a house, a small but pretty house, with a garden, three windows, a big tree next to it, and a sun in the sky. Then, you take some colored crayons and start coloring.

The walls of the house are yellow, the flowers in the garden are pink, yellow, blue, orange, and red. Of course, the tree is green. And finally, you paint the sky light blue and the sun bright yellow.

You smile slightly at the result... You've drawn the house you used to live in with your mother before. Of course, a simple drawing can't fully capture your beautiful, warm home. But at least... This will help you remember what your house used to look like. Your real home.

You look to your side and suddenly remember that Toti isn't with you. You lost him when you fell down the stairs, and at the time, because you were hurt, you didn't notice and didn't pick him up. And for now, since you had to stay in your room resting, you hadn't been able to go out to look for Toti.

But... Now you feel better. Your body no longer hurts when you move or walk. So you could go out and look for Toti, but you hesitate for a moment, not sure you really want to leave the room, afraid you'd run into Tim, Cassandra, or Stephanie if you left your room.

You sigh softly, trying to calm down a little. Toti is important to you, you can't leave him alone any longer... Besides, with luck, you won't run into anyone this time.

You finally decide to get up and go outside to look for Toti. You get out of bed, walking toward the door. Before you leave the room, you notice that the little monarch butterfly you knew had returned. She flew in through the open window, approaching you and landing on your shoulder.

You laugh softly at the sight of her again... You're so happy to see your little friend again. She seems to want to go with you, so you let her tag along.

You walk calmly through the long, almost dark hallways of the mansion, trying to remember exactly where you fell and lost Toti.

After a while... You finally reach the spot. You shudder a little at the sight of the stairs and remember what had happened; what Stephanie said about you and how she pushed you at the end.

You shake your head, trying to push those memories away. Right now, the last thing you need is to remember that moment... After all, when there are painful moments, it's always better to try to forget them as if they never happened, right?

With determination, you approach the stairs, and look around carefully, searching for Toti.

You frown slightly when you can't see him; you can't find him on the stairs. So you decide to go downstairs to see if you can find him at the bottom.

Once downstairs, you tense up when you hear loud footsteps nearby. Then... You see him, you see Jason for the first time.

He... He's definitely very tall and intimidating, with a serious, tense expression. You freeze for a moment when you see him, not knowing what to do.

You remember Alfred telling you a little about him earlier, saying that Jason had a somewhat complicated and strained relationship with Bruce right now, and that was why he didn't come to the mansion regularly.

As you look at him, you notice he has a small wound on his face. He's hurt.

A feeling of concern fills your chest at the sight of him hurt, and without thinking, you try to approach him, but... He stops you, not allowing you to get any closer to him.

"What do we have here? Looks like this is the new little freak Bruce brought to the mansion... Really, he should learn not to accept just anyone here." Jason's tone was aggressive, a cruel, mocking smile on his lips as he looked at you, observing the peculiar color of your eyes.

You flinch at hearing him be so directly hostile toward you. You feel afraid of him, of how big and intimidating he seems. But, deep down... You can't help but feel annoyed by what he said, too.

"I'm no freak..." you muttered under your breath, looking away.

"Of course you are, just look at your strange eye color and you'll know. Only a freak could have eyes that hideous," he replied, completely indifferent to what his words might provoke in you.

Definitely... This is too much, you can't stand him talking about your eyes like that, he has no right.

With anger flashing in your eyes, you walk over and try to push him away in revenge for what he said about you. But... He stops you instantly, grabbing your arms in a tight, almost painful grip.

"Do you really think... that a little weirdo like you can do something to me? How ridiculous," Jason stated in a mocking tone, staring at you.

You wince slightly at Jason's grip, and try to pull away, but to no avail, as he's definitely much stronger than you.

At that moment... The little butterfly on your shoulder finally flies away, going straight for Jason's face, as if it wants to get him to let go of you.

And he succeeds for a moment, Jason is taken by surprise and lets go of you, now using his hands to try to push away the annoying butterfly that was fluttering near his face.

Jason was already angry, so having a butterfly trying to attack his face definitely pisses him off even more. Without hesitation, Jason manages to catch the butterfly in one of his hands, and then... He crushes it, closing his fist tightly until the small butterfly is completely crushed. Then, he opens his hand and lets it fall to the ground.

You felt like your heart had stopped the moment you saw it. You watched as the butterfly fell to the ground, its wings crushed and broken, not moving at all.

Instantly, your eyes filled with tears, you dropped to your knees as you stared at your little friend on the ground, completely broken.

Before you could complain further, Jason simply walks away. He turns around and walks away with cold indifference, not regretting what he's done at all.

You watch him walk away and turn his back on you, your eyes filling with tears after what he did.

"Jason... W-why?" your voice trembles slightly, looking down at the butterfly on the ground again.

You reach out with one of your trembling hands, touching the butterfly's broken wings. You try to murmur soft words, asking it to move even a little, to not leave, that I didn't leave you. But no matter how much you beg, it doesn't budge.

You carefully pick it up in your hands, making sure to pick up every little fragment of its wings as well.

You try to stop crying, you try to ignore the way your hands shake, you try to stop feeling... The pain in your chest.

You arrive at your room, close the door behind you, find a small, empty box, and put the butterfly in it.

You stand there for a moment, staring blankly at the small box on the table.

'I... I didn't do anything to him, I didn't do anything wrong to Jason, so why... Does he do this to me? Does he hate me too?' you thought, sighing softly. You were definitely no longer surprised to being hated by someone in this family.

But even if he hated you... It doesn't justify what he did. He literally shattered the little bit of hope and joy you had. Because that's what the monarch butterfly represented to you; hope and a chance at happiness. And he just... shattered it right in front of your eyes.

It's okay if he has issues with Bruce, if maybe he's upset all the time, it's okay if he doesn't like you, but... He didn't have to do this.

The unpleasantly warm tears continue to fall from your eyes, your gaze still fixed on the small box.

How should you feel? Angry, disappointed, or maybe... just sad? You don't know. All you know right now is that you've never felt that way in your life.

This is a different kind of pain, not the same longing you feel for your mother. This is much more... cruel. Being hurt without even a shred of mercy from people like them is too much.

It's incredible... As soon as you arrive, everyone seems to hate you. Every time you meet a new family member, they do something worse than the last.

And the worst part? The worst part is that you have to suffer in silence. Because you can't tell Bruce, you can't tell your own father about the way your siblings treat you. Because simply... He doesn't care about you either. And you're absolutely certain that he much prefers his other children to you.

You don't want to tell Alfred either because you're afraid of what will happen. What if he also prefers others to you? What if he leaves you behind too? You can't risk it. For now, it's best not to say anything.

❦: (I was going to post this chapter last night, but my internet was failing too much, so I better post it today. Thanks for reading, I appreciate the support, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.)

✯/Tag list: @hopingtoclearmedschool

(If anyone else wants to be added please ask in the comments :D)

[kiyomitakada]

it's abouttttttttt how misa defines herself as someone who is in love with light and how the narrative goes out of its way to superficially agree with her (htr describes her as "the second kira who loves light" like it's her defining personality trait other than the mass murder) but also she definitely does not love him. she has like two panels max "justifying" why she likes light and both of them are the most weak "he's cute and perfect" justifications i've ever seen. misa amane i love you i love that there is a hole where your heart should be after your parents' deaths ripped it out of you. you can try to refill it all you like but you're never getting it back

[ecrireverie]

okay lol mini rant in the tags sorry i just HAD to get this off my chest 😭 sorry if this is very incoherent and poorly worded or structured or whatever i'm just. pretty out of it and i cannot really think to write this properly. well, that or i am probably just illiterate actually. Yeah that's it lol

[iniziare]

While finally writing a thing, I suddenly remembered that I never shared (I don't think) when I HC Guizhong's birthday to be: the first day of each year, January 1st. Why? Well, I was thinking of the Guili Assembly, and how it seems really rather likely that it was created from the names that she and Morax, at the time, went by (not Zhongli, or... well, maybe that was exactly what he went by actually, come to think of it; why wouldn't he?) Which, to me, is further confirmed by the translation of the area's name's from the Chinese source directly. We have the 'Plains of Returning and Departing' (歸離原), which correlate with the meanings of a symbol in each of their names, the 'Gui' (歸) from Guizhong which means 'to return', and 'li' (離) from Zhongli, which means 'to depart'.

Now, regardless of the perceived nature of these two to others, I think saying that they're intertwined in stone (history) and memory either way, to hardly be far from a stretch at all. Now, keeping the above two translations in mind, and remembering that they put Zhongli's birthday in our western calendar on December 31st, I think January 1st would be a beautiful decision for Guizhong's. He represents the end of a fruitfal year, and she represents the start, or chance, of a new. I love the symbolism more than I can put into words.

[hsslilly-blog]

okay so now i'm thinking. wild flowers should be a period piece. i'm not pleased with the title and i'm probably changing it to something else but it's fine for now. but it should be a period piece just not sure what time period it should take place in

[girl-bateman]

Reading my great aunts annotations and underlined words and finding her shopping-list bookmark stuck between the pages of books, I feel closer to her than I ever did and I wish we had talked more when she was alive but all I can hope for now is that she's happy that someone's reading her favourite books and thinking about her. I would be.