#no petra stop flirting i can't

[dipolardruid]

OKAY back with another request! How about Flirty reader with the yanderes? But reader dosnt flirt with the yanderes only to other people like friends/people they just met but never the yanderes. And most importantly if they ask why they say.. “Because I have too much respect for you. Also cuz I see you as my sibling!” The yanderes were family zoned which might be a lot worse than friend zoned lmao

-🌊 anon

TW: Mention of manipulation

Anell

"Too much respect....? Sibling?" She'll be gripping her head in astonishment, she understands the sibling part it happens but too much respect? That's the dumbest crap she's ever heard.

If you want to see her genuinely get mad tell her that, she hasn't made it a secret that she has feelings for you and that she wants to be with you so everytime you'd flirt with someone else infront of her it'd chip at her more and more, so she'll tell you straight up she has feelings for you and be persistent to the point that it could ruin your chances of any romantic interest with anyone else.

As mentioned before saying you see her as a sibling won't set her off since she will still see it as a chance to be able to win you over like in those romcoms.

Tina

"What...?" She stares at you disbelief as you tell her this "I....I don't need a sibling! If I wanted one I could've just asked my parents and too much respect!? If you do give me a chance show me the same amount of respect in our relationship!" Her voice now raised.

"I hate when you let others touch you or give you honeyed words in your ears even more so when you return those advances! I hate it so much that everytime I witness it I can't help but feel like I want to scream!" She finishes her sentence with a puff crouching on the floor with her knees against her chest.

She looks up at you with her brows furrowed before speaking "I'm sure you and I both know what'll happen if my patience truly runs out so how about you quit what you're doing and continue on as usual except your flirting with anyone who isn't me or the others...ok?"

Paul

He stares at you with furrowed brows and jaw clenched his hands in a fist so tight you can see them shaking from the force "I already have brothers and sisters I don't need another one..." He says through gritted teeth his breathing becoming ragged as he finishes his sentence.

He takes slow steps towards you "Not only that you give me the stupid excuse of having too much respect for me...I have people who throw themselves at me saying how much they respect me, admire me some even want to be me..." He stops halfway towards you upon seeing your face which causes him to begin slouching.

"Yet the person I want more than anything to look at me with those eyes and give me those flirtatious remarks can't help but see me as nothing more than a sibling...it's not fair."

Petra

You see as her cheeks, eyes and the tip of her nose turn red at your statement "I...I understand." You watch as she turns away from you and quickly makes her way out of the room not leaving you to process what's happening before she has the door closed.

Throughout the days you notice how she seems to be more quiet and a little distant when it comes to her usual routine but she will converse with you if you talk to her but besides that she won't initiate any type of discussion even with the others. The only one who seems to know what's wrong is Jake but he stays quiet at the request of Petra and is keeping out of it.

It wouldn't be until you would return the advances of another classmate that she'd finally give in, she would wait until she was sure you both were alone before doing anything.

"I don't understand....you barely met them yet you are so ready to throw yourself at them while I'm left in the dust, haven't I shown you how much I care!? I just don't understand what am I doing wrong...."

Jake

He doesn't even need to ask he already knows how you view him but will act as if he didn't and use that to his advantage he'll slowly use the people around you to keep your attention on him he'll just put you in situations where you need a hero to save the day, someone to give you a comforting hug or even a protective figure when going out because you never know who could be waiting.

That respect you have for him he will have it be raised so high that when you look at him your eyes will shine as the first thoughts in your mind are how someone like him could even bother with you and once he has you in that mindset he'll begin to trick you into believing that the respect you hold for him is so much more than that.

I mean why else would someones eyes light up upon seeing someone, how your thoughts will slowly start to be filled with him at all times even for basic tasks and he will ensure that by the end of the month everyone else won't even be able to register in your mind besides him and the others.

Request are open!

[yusuke-of-valla]

Confused as to why they went with Hubert instead of Yuri given that literally every other character on that banner is a 3H mascot but I suppose I can accept thinly veiled Edelbert content

Eh probably they felt Yuri was popular enough they'd rather have people pull for him

One benefit of these is that usually the lords get one (1) person outside their group to interact with but like damn! We have not had interesting banner pairings with them I'm sorry!

How funny would a day of devotion vanner featuring the Faerghus Four and like Seteth as the TT be and then the plot of the paralogue is Sylvain trying to get Dimitri to flirt while Felix and Ingrid roll their eyes really hard.

But we don't get that because Dimitri can't be on a banner without Claude and Edelgard (Fallen Heroes excluded because of Claude's better mental health) so we can't GET that paralogue so the interesting lord interactions are like their first and second Forging Bonds!

Like yes, I think the dynamic of all of them hanging out would be funny, but that's because I'm being silly on Tumblr, and it's not all I want from them.

Hell a banner that's like Dedue, Petra, Claude, and Shamir/Cyril would SLAP! Foreigner banner

Girls Night Banner with Edelgard, Dorothea, Mercedes, and Annette.

Please stop arbitrarily limiting yourselves the game's been out for five years already Jesus H Christ.

[deadgirl-reverie]

Syrin's Muse- Listen

✷✷- violence F! OC x Rick Flag Part 3/ (?) W/C: 2300+ Read Part 2 here

Summary: Vera is taken on her first mission with the team.

A/N: So between the updates I changed a few things, I also had to delete the first upload so I had to start over. Terribly sorry.

T/W: language, violence, threats of violence. Depictions of violence. Mild flirting?

Her boots clicked against the floor as she was led down the halls. Vera's eyes scanned the walls, as silent as ever she wondered if Sila would be wherever she was going.

"You'll be joining my team today-" She smirked as he spoke. Finally, some fresh air. Rick slightly chuckled, finding amusement in her lightening features. His slight chuckle didn't go unnoticed by Vera, which caught her slightly off guard. Her smirk fell as she waited for him to speak again. He's a strange man.

"Your friend will be joining as well."

The rest of the walk was silent as he led the way to an open hanger. Vera noticed others lined up awaiting their arrival, her eyes met Sila who nodded just slightly. Along with Sila, she saw a few others who she recognized immediately.

"Alright, you know the drill." One by one they boarded the awaiting plane. As seats were taken, Vera took a seat next to Sila, the seat next to her remained empty.

"Hi sweetie, nice to meet ya', what is it you do-"

"Harley." Rick snapped as Vera's eyes flew from the lady sitting opposite of her, "We have two new recruits, Sila Pero AKA Petra, and Verana Cadenza AKA Syrin."

"What can they do?" One of the men sat across from the two and spoke, his eyes analyzing Sila first.

"Petra can manipulate stone and minerals. Syrin can manipulate sound-"

"Hence the names." Sila nodded.

One by one the other aircraft occupants were introduced, Harley Quinn, Harkness- who they called Captain Boomerang and Cleo- who they called Ratcatcher II. Cleo and Harley seemed sweet. Harkness on the other hand, seemed annoying as hell. 'I can't use my powers on him. I can't use my powers on him', was all Vera thought.

Harkness leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, "So Sweetness, do you hypnotize only men or are you... one size fits all?"

"Oh Sweetness, it's better for you to find out on the field, trust me." Vera leaned forward, batting her eyelashes as she spoke, "Or, I could always use you as an example."

"Harkness, Cadenza. That's enough." Rick chastised.

"What about you, how do you work?" Harley looked at Sila.

"Oh, well, I can touch you, or not, but it's not always as strong." Sila paused for a moment, a slight smirk growing on her face, "I've turned a man to stone by breathing on him."

Her eyes landed on Harkness as he sat back quickly, looking anywhere but in their direction. Cleo lightly giggled at the reaction, eliciting a small smile from Vera, glancing at Sila, she isn't one to tease. Rick rolled his eyes at the conversation choosing to ignore the back and forth.

Rick went over the group’s task, they were being sent to eliminate some dude acquiring more firepower and ground, at a suspiciously quick rate. They didn't want us to make too big of a commotion.

"So, are you gonna turn this thing off? Or Am I just a pretty face, wielding a knife?" Her eyes bore into Rick’s as he sighed.

"You won't need it."

"Mmm, I don't know man. They want us in n' out with no mess?"

"Forget it."

They reached their drop-off, each one exiting with their ride taking off again. She looked around, it was dark out, with nothing but light foliage surrounding them.

They walked for a long while, Rick leading the way. Sila and Vera stayed close together. They had no real idea how this team functioned, there was no promise they'd have their back when shit hit the fan.

As they walked through the foliage there was a quiet snap from behind, even though she couldn't use her abilities, her senses were still heightened. Vera glanced at Sila and she looked at her. Sila spun quickly, and her eyes lit up a soft yellow. There was a quick gasp, followed by silence. Everyone stopped in their tracks. Rick motioned for them to stay where they were. Vera's eyes met Rick's as he walked closer to the source.

He moved some hanging branches from his view and revealed a statue, its arms holding an assault rifle pointed in the direction of the group. Rick's attention shot right to Sila.

"Sorry, was I supposed to ask?" It was so genuine- she almost sounded snide.

Rick rolled his eyes as he began leading the group again. Everyone moved just a tad faster, trying to keep quiet. Vera had never felt so useless, granted they hadn't caught any real trouble, but what could she do if they did? Sure, she was proficient, expertly deadly even, with her supplied weapons. Without her ability, she wouldn't be able to help all that much.

They arrived at a building, almost swallowed by ivy. Vera felt tense, it wasn't a sense of anxiety causing her tension, no, it was her heightened senses altogether. She was scanning every inch of their surroundings, listening to each sound. If she could use her power, she'd rely on her senses.

Rick motioned for the group to split up. He took Vera and Cleo. Harley took Harkness and Sila. Vera and Sila exchanged a quick nod. She'll be fine. She'll be fine.

Harley led her group around the front while Rick led his group around the back. As they arrived at a side entrance Rick stopped, "We enter here, the man we're looking for should be up the staircase to our right and down the hall, last room on the left."

"And how do you know this? What if he's left? What if it's a trap?" Vera asked just as quietly. She felt her questions were valid.

Rick rolled his eyes, "Scans show a consistent presence in that wing of the building. Scans also show it to be a male."

"Christ we're gonna die." She muttered, "Seriously though, you should turn this thing off. I promise I won't be bad." Again, batting her lashes.

“Uhm- Colonel Flag- I think turning it off is a good idea. I mean why else would she have been assigned?” Cleo piped up from behind the duo.

"You don't give up do you?" Rick arched an eyebrow at Vera’s persistence, “The device stays on.”

Vera rolled her eyes; I can still do this. Vera glanced over her shoulder at Cleo, giving her a soft smile- mouthing a ‘thanks’. Rick led them into the building, his steps carefully placed as they navigated through the halls. Vera could hear whispers behind the walls, and footsteps in the halls ahead of them. She focused on the whispers, trying to catch what the voices were saying. Her feet moved reflexively as her ears honed in on the voices. They were speaking in another language.

She was so focused on listening, while Rick was focused on her that neither of them had noticed a group of men approaching from down an adjacent hall. The clicking of their boots echoed a little louder and Rick spun on his heels to check the sound when a man near his same size tackled him into the wall beside him. Vera spun -just as Cleo squeaked out, “Guys”- barely turning around when Vera too was tackled against the wall. Her face knocked against the ragged wall, the sudden sting forced her eyes closed and she struggled against the foreign body.

“Flag disarm the damn thing!” Vera choked out under the hand at her throat as it lifted her higher against the wall.

“Fuck- no.” Rick gained the upper hand on his attacker, as he disarmed him, Cleo’s rat friends helped divert the attacker's attention and finished him off.

Her attacker pulled her from the wall, turned her around, and slammed her back against the wall. Her lungs emptied and she felt a burn in her throat. She looked at her attacker, his wild eyes piercing hers.

Vera grunted, kicked her legs out, and was able to release one of the daggers behind her back. As she lifted it to stab at her attacker, he twisted her wrist. There was a rush of force from behind the attacker, and Vera planted her feet back on the floor. Without putting much thought into her next action, moving on instinct, she dodged Rick as he was knocked back. She dashed around him, her fist connecting to the man’s face. As he recoiled she plunged the knife into his chest. Vera was so concentrated on not dying that she didn’t notice the rat that was gnawing at the man’s throat.

“Ohhh, now that is gross.” Vera chuckled dryly as she rubbed her chest. The burn in her throat and the pulsating pain from her right hand became very clear. She turned to glance at a disheveled Rick as she adjusted her battle gear.

“-just disarm the damn thing.” She grunted as she rubbed at the parts of her throat she could reach.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Alright, fine.” He tapped at a screen, and she began to feel vibrations in the air- she could feel the soreness in her throat and the pulsating in her hand dissipate.

“Thank you, Colonel.” She nodded and put her hands to the cold metal at her throat, “Do you mind if I remove it all the way? I’ll leave the cuffs.”

He gave her a stiff nod and she did away with the neck restraint. He led the way once again. They headed down the hall to a set of stairs that led to the second floor, where she could no longer hear the voices. She focused. Vera could hear the faintest of thumping- they’re still here.

Vera’s feet fell right behind Rick’s as they reached the top of the stairs. She moved faster than Rick, pulling him behind her. Right as she covered Rick the door just a few paces ahead to their left violently swung open. A man stepped through, gun raised and ready to fire. Vera’s eyes glazed over; a smoky blue haze shone across her eyes - like a band that ran from temple to temple - as she stood firm in front of Rick.

The armed man stood in the doorway frozen, unmoving. She tilted her head, a soft solemn hum echoed from her sealed lips as the man collapsed like a pile of rubble. She took a breath- the glow from her eyes dissipated and the echo of her hum dissolved in the air. Vera stepped forward like she was floating on air. Rick stood in awe of her movements; his weapon still aimed where the man would’ve stood.

‘She dropped him like a sack…,’ he thought as he slowly stepped over the crumpled man. Vera strode forward with purpose, unhesitant -the faintest glow behind her eyes. It was like a sudden gust of wind ran against her with the way her hair flowed behind her. It was a haunting sight, she passed through two more doorways- a heap of a man there after her. She stopped at the beginning of a long hallway, and her eyes snapped toward Rick, “Are you coming? Colonel.”

His grip tightened on his firearm and Cleo tiptoed forward, over the crumpled men. “How did you do that? Did you kill them?” Cleo whispered rapidly as her eyes floated over the bodies.

Vera chuckled, a smile tickling her features, “Well, you said Waller didn’t want a mess.”  

They arrived at the end of the corridor- the last door seemed sturdier than the others. Strange. The air around her felt thick, something even Rick picked up on.

Rick whispered as he tried to get Vera, “Alright ladies- Syrin’ll breach and we’ll follow.“

“Smart.” She whispered back, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt on edge. Rick rolled his eyes before readying himself to take the door.

Vera waited a beat- her eyes closed and she focused on the room behind the door- it was eerily quiet. She inhaled, exhaled- her eyes burst open and she rammed the door. Her eyes lit up as before, a haze of lilac overcoming her  pupils. Her hands shot forward, palms out and the air stilled, her voice heavy, “Be still.”

The room felt as heavy as she thought, the stale air. There were four men stood frozen in a semicircle, their weapons trained on the now open door.

“Whatever you do, don’t stop.” Rick whispered to Vera as he side stepped the men, his own weapon trained on them.

She smirked, her hands lowering, “Sleep.”  Her voice echoed in a sing-song tune.

“That wasn’t the objective.”

“We got it done didn’t we?”

“That’s not the point-“

“She said she didn’t want witnesses-“

“What seems to be the problem?” Vera and Rick both stilled- their voices immediately silenced. Vera side-eyed Rick, daring him to throw her under the bus.

“There was a slight hitch in the plan.” Rick took a step forward, “The target was eliminated but his men got away.”

Waller glanced at Vera before her eyes focused on Rick, “Will they remember anything?” Rick opened his mouth to speak when Waller arched an eyebrow, “Syrin?”

“Oh- no. They won’t remember a thing- Nothing about why they’re there. They’ll wake up confused as hell.”

“Well, next time I expect absolute follow through. If I say the target is to be eliminated- then I expect them eliminated.”

Rick escorted Vera back to her cell, the neck collar, foregone, in favor of the sturdy cuffs. Vera stepped in tandem with Rick, they weren’t heading back to her original cell.

“Where are you taking me Flag? Somewhere private maybe?” Vera smirked hoping to annoy him.

“No, new housing for you.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Her eyes rolled as she sighed.

He stopped in front of a cell, as the door slid open revealing a single bed, “Ooh, I did well I take it? Mother was pleased.” Vera whispered in a sing-song voice.

Rick rolled his eyes as she stepped into the cell, her eyes tracing him in front of her. The door slid close between them, her palms against the door and she whispered ever so clearly, “I promise I’ll be good.” Her voice as clear as if she was next to him, speaking right into his ear.

Hey look... an update ... This took way longer to get to, and by that I mean I didn't mean for it to take *looks at watch* years.

[bambiesque]

New thread for Pertwee!Doctor

Serial: Spearhead from Space - Ep.1: It's 1970. We have a new Doctor. We have colour. We have Liz and the Brig. Let's go!

It's a bit Carry On Doctor with the whizzing around in wheelchairs and comedy hospital staff.

Serial: Spearhead from Space - Ep.2: Nope. Nope. Nope. I hate Autons. Loving Pertwee!Doctor's tattoo. Nothing like starting a regeneration with a bit of joyriding.

Serial: Spearhead from Space - Ep.3: I love Liz. I love the Doctor's cape. I really do hate Autons. Theyre the creepiest Who villain imo.

Serial: Spearhead from Space - Ep.4: The shop mannequins coming alive and walking the high street, killing people is something I remember watching as a kid and being utterly terrified. This has been a fun serial, though. Great start to 3's run.

Serial: Doctor Who & the Silurians - Ep.1 - 3: Bessie! I wish this guy wasn't called Dr Quinn. Liz is so smart. The Doctor is so gentle with her.

Serial: Doctor Who & the Silurians - Ep.4 - 7: The Doctor immediately offering his hand to the Silurian was genuinely touching. This was a nice introduction to The Silurians. I have enjoyed the serial, though I think it could have done with fewer episodes.

Serial: The Ambassadors of Death - Ep.1: The TARDIS control room looks like a late Victorian Gentlemen's Club. Nice to see the Doctor is still upset with the Brigadier over the end of the last serial.

Serial: The Ambassadors of Death - Ep.2-3: The Doctor is stealing again. Oooo that was a surprise! I was expecting aliens. I love Liz's outfit. Well you can't see the astronaut's faces so something is definitely up.

Serial: The Ambassadors of Death - Ep.4-6: I love Liz. Have I mentioned? She is amazing. Benton! The Doctor wants to go back to space so much he's willing to travel in one of Britain's crappy rockets.

Serial: The Ambassadors of Death - Ep.7: Of course the sady General was behind everything. The Brigadier has saved the day though. The aliens and the astronauts are saved and Liz looks fantastic. Whee!

Serial: Inferno - Ep.1-4: That was a lot of set up for a parallel universe story. Evil!Liz looks amazing. I don't know how they dragged this story out another 3 episodes. 4 total would have sufficed.

Serial: Inferno - Ep.5-7: This is very exciting but I still think it should have been shorter. I'm sort of weirdly invested in Greg and Petra. I love the Doctor & the Brig as BFFs. I am going to miss Liz

Serial: Terror of the Autons - Ep.1: The Master ❤️😭 Jo ♥️😍 Pertwee!Doctor's snazzy new smoking jacket 💜🤤 What's not to love about this?

Serial: Terror of the Autons - Ep.2: The inflatable chair ate someone. I remember that horrid creepy doll. Nope, nope, nope, nope. I hate this doll. However, I love that this Doctor is a sarcastic little shit.

Serial: Terror of the Autons - Ep.3: I really do hate Autons. Last season Pertwee!Doctor was big on car theft. Now he's moved on to safe-cracking.

Serial: Terror of the Autons - Ep.4: Everything got wrapped up very quickly and easily, but I did enjoy The Doctor and The Master flirting.

Serial: The Mind of Evil - Ep.1: There is so much going on. Priso riots, Mysterious deaths straight out of Room 101. Intrigue at the World Peace conference.

Jun 28 Serial: The Mind of Evil - Ep.2-3: There was a dragon! I am very much enjoying the Doctor speaking other languages. I love Jo. She's very brave & she just managed to single-handedly stop a prison riot. The Master started it again 30 seconds later obvs, but it's still impressive.

Serial: The Mind of Evil - Ep.4: So, the Doctor is afraid of Daleks, and the Master is afraid of the Doctor laughing at him. Sounds about right.

Serial: The Mind of Evil - Ep.5-6: The Doctor and The Master had some fun science times. The Brig played dress-up. Benton got a weird promotion. The Doctor and the Master flirted some more. UNIT blew up a factory for no reason. And then they all had tea.

Serial: The Claws of Axos - Ep.1: The Axons look awesome. The poor Master has been kidnapped and he looks so humiliated. Jo is being brave again while the men are being very stupid.

Serial: The Claws of Axos - Ep.2-3: Emergency. There's an emergency going on. These tentacled slugs doing interpretive dance don't look so awesome but they're certainly creepy. I loved The Master critiquing the TARDIS.

Serial: The Claws of Axos - Ep.4: Love a good fake out. A time loop is pretty self-explanatory, Brigadier. The Master trying to sneak past the eyeball was hilarious.

Serial: Colony in Space - Ep.1-3: At some point I would like Doctor Who to prove to me that any story set in a quarry is interesting. The machine with the claw hands is ridiculous. Always here for Pertwee!Doctor doing some "martial arts" though.

Serial: Colony in Space - Ep.4: The "brain" people are weird enough but the baby brain person is possibly the creepiest thing I've ever seen on Doctor Who. The Master voted for capitalism - shocker.

Serial: Colony in Space - Ep.5: Every time the Doctor and the Master are in the same room, my brain is yelling, "Just kiss, you morons!" I suppose it's not surprising that (Friends to) Enemies to Lovers is one of my favourite tropes with these two in my brain for 40 years.

Serial: Colony in Space - Ep.6: Well it picked up towards the end but it's probably the weakest of Pertwee!Doctor so far.

Serial: The Daemons - Ep.1-2: The Master is having the best time summoning "the devil" but his minions are definitely phoning it in. The Doctor is not dead despite being frozen to a block of ice, which makes Mike happy because now he doesnt have to tell the Brig.

Serial: The Daemons - Ep.3: I love this serial purely for the frustrated eyeroll response everyone has to finding out The Master is behind it.

Serial: The Daemons - Ep.4-5: There is literally nothing wrong with this serial. Everyone is magnificent. It is one of my favourites. Mike and Benton get plenty to do. Jo is brave and gentle. The Doctor is clever. The Master is a scoundrel. Bessie saves the day more than once. A+

Serial: Day of the Daleks - Ep.1-4: The Daleks are looking very colourful but they feel completely superfluous to this story. I enjoyed the non-Dalek parts more.

Serial: The Curse of Peladon - Ep.1-4: Princess Josephine taking her rightful place. An enjoyable serial with a very nice supporting cast of characters.

Serial: The Sea Devils - Ep.1-2: This is giving me Sherlock vibes. I bet the Master is running the prison. Oh look, the Master is running the prison. Did anything else happen except the duel and a lot of flirting? Nothing of importance.

Serial: The Sea Devils - Ep.3-4: I'm now half-way through Classic era Who. Jo is so amazing. I love her. Will she ever get to eat again?

Serial: The Sea Devils - Ep.5-6: Jo is ruining her suit crawling through ventilation shafts while the Doctor flirts with the Master over circuit diagrams. He reversed the polarity of the neutron flow!!!

Serial: The Mutants - Ep.1-6: I quite enjoyed the first and last episodes but the middle dragged a lot. Not one of the best.

Serial: The Time Monster - Ep.1-6: I really liked this one, though it felt a bit like two halves slapped together. Loved Benton getting turned into a baby. Love the Doctor's very important scientific equipment that was exactly the same shape as a thingy. Love Jo, always.

Serial: The Three Doctors - Ep.1-4: The Doctor meeting himself and other companions is always my favourite things in the Who-niverse. It's nice to see Troughton!Doctor again and in colour. I love how easily Benton takes it all and how weary the Brigadier is.

Serial: Carnival of Monsters - Ep.1-4: I've throoughly enjoyed this. It's mad and fun - mini time loops, creatures being dragged out of time, very grey aliens wanting to commit treason. I loved it.

Serial: Frontier in Space - Ep.1-6: The Master is back! Jo is usuing the excuse of providing a cover to lecture the Doctor on his relationship with the Master. This is only part of the reason Jo is The Master's favourite.

Serial: Planet of the Daleks - Ep.1: The Doctor is dying, which is an excessive reaction to being sort of shot imo. Jo is talking to a cassette tape. "Dear Diary, the Doctor is still unconscious…" Oop! The Daleks seem to have gained the power of invisibility.

Serial: Planet of the Daleks - Ep.2: Noooo, Jo has been poisoned. But she's still battling on because she is the best ever. I love Pertwee!Doctor's jacket. I would totally wear all of his clothes. I too am a dandy at heart.

Serial: Planet of the Daleks - Ep.3-4: That shaft suddenly got big enough for four people. And one Dalek. The Doctor and Jo are reunited; I'm possibly as happy about it as they are.

Serial: Planet of the Daleks - Ep.5-6: Why is there so much goo squirting everywhere in this story? I'm glad Jo didn't end up going to Skaro. Imagine how much more angst the Doctor would have had later if she had.

Serial: The Green Death - Ep.1: I don't want Jo to go. I will go with you to Metebelis III, Doctor. On second thoughts… The Brig is looking very dapper in his sports car. I love Jo even more for her environmentalism. She's the best.

Serial: The Green Death - Ep.2: I thought Pertwee!Doctor was going to slap Prof.Jones across the face with his driving gloves, but actually they're just bonding over science like the massive nerds they are while Jo is down a literal mine, trying to save the world.

Serial: The Green Death - Ep.3: Jo doesn't want to go to Metebelis III and be eaten by a snake. She wants to go to the Amazon with her boyfriend and be eaten by a snake. The Doctor, however, will not be allowing Jo to have any sex with Welsh professors on his watch.

Serial: The Green Death - Ep.4-5: The less said about episode 4 the better. The megalomaniac computer is kind of a brilliant villain. The Doctor is so done with it. Uh oh, Mike's in trouble. Benton will be beside himself.

Serial: The Green Death - Ep.6: Jo is getting married. The Doctor is sad and I am sad. I hope she hasn't been saving that wedding cake for him for the last 50 years. That was lovely.

Serial: The Time Warrior - Ep.1-2: Hello, Sarah Jane. Can you explain the Doctor? No one else can. I do like the Sontarans. I think they're cute. This has gone a bit Bedknobs and Broomsticks, with the armour moving and killing people on its own.

Serial: The Time Warrior - Ep.3-4: Sarah Jane is now leading an army, apparently. "I never lie." What a liar. Well that was lots of fun. You can't complain when you've got Pertwee!Doctor swinging on chandeliers can you?

Serial: Invasion of the Dinosaurs - Ep.1: Loving this post-apocalyptic London. Did the Doctor cut Sarah's hair during that quick TARDIS trip? Wow, that is a terrible dinosaur puppet. The poor Brigadier's life is so hard.

Serial: Invasion of the Dinosaurs - Ep.2: Nooooooo. Mike! Noooooooo. Benton is going to be heartbroken. I am heartbroken. The betrayal!

Serial: Invasion of the Dinosaurs - Ep.3: Sarah is waking up the awful dinosaur inflatable by taking pictures of it. Poor Benton - he hasn't even found out about Mike yet

Serial: Invasion of the Dinosaurs - Ep.4-5: WTF is that? Where's Bessie? Benton is such a good boy. I love him. I have enjoyed parts of this story but it could have been 4 episodes and I'm very sad about Mike.

Serial: Invasion of the Dinosaurs - Ep.6: Benton is the absolute MVP of this story. And the Doctor wins by reversing the polarity. With a nice anti-pollution message to end on.

Serial: Death to the Daleks - Ep.1: The Doctor has wandered off on his own and been captured, surprising no-one except poor Sarah, who just beat a burlap sack to death with a crank handle. The Doctor has escaped but Sarah is going to be sacrificed by the sacks.

Serial: Death to the Daleks - Ep.2-3: The Daleks arrive to the jauntiest music ever and can't kill anyone. Then they go off to have a little pow-wow. Hilarious. A giant vacuum cleaner has risen from the water to set one of the sacks on fire. This serial is wild!

Serial: Death to the Daleks - Ep.4: The Doctor has to get out of an escape room to blow up the evil city. Utterly bonkers.

Serial: The Monster of Peladon - Ep.1: Sarah is sick of tunnels and I can't say I blame her. I do like Alpha Centauri. How can you not like a green eyeball with arms and legs?

Serial: The Monster of Peladon - Ep.2-6: So much of this feels like a repeat of the last Peladon story. The Doctor has a sword though and I'm never going to argue with that. (I miss the Master)

Serial: Planet of the Spiders - Ep.1: I can't believe I'm on the last Pertwee!Doctor serial already. I don't want him to go. Mike! Mike interrupting a weird ritual. I like Sarah's 1920s hat. Jo! I miss Jo. And she misses everyone. Sarah you are being so dumb right now. Uh-oh.

Serial: Planet of the Spiders - Ep.2: The fake master stand-in has summoned a giant spider that shoots electricity. Poor Benton! Thinking he's expendable and then getting beaten up twice. Then there's a car chase, an air chase AND a boat chase.

Serial: Planet of the Spiders - Ep.3-6: So many giant spiders. Oh no, Sarah is been controlled by the Queen. That's terrifying. Mike!!! No!!! Oh phew, he's okay. Goodbye giant spiders. Goodbye Pertwee!Doctor. "Here we go again."

Pertwee!Doctor Era Round-up

Favourite Companion: Jo. No contest. I worship her.

Least favourite Companion: N/A I love them all

Favourite Serial: The Daemons / The Sea Devils

Least Favourite Serial: The Monster of Peladon

Pertwee!Doctor is a sexy bamf and I love him.

[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

listening to ALLEINE by B3000 over and over again until I feel a bit okay [12.10.23]

I woke up tired but happy to be back in my city. My room still smells like something I can't put my finger on, not unpleasant.

Going to university again was a great refreshment. Being in my office there already makes me productive and in control. I sit down on my desk and I am ready to start achieving things. That the computer is working again since my colleagues fixed (aka put the cables in the right ports) it, is a big blessing. Working on a big, fast computer, I feel even more productive.

In the lunch break, I ate with A and I really enjoyed my first meal at the cafeteria again. We talked about science and the month at the office while I was away and like with everyone at my office, I felt like I have at least 10 IQ points less than them, but A is very kind and it's still enjoyable to talk to him. I can't stop thinking about the fact that he eats dry French fries every day at the cafeteria, though.

On the way home, I sent all 3 film rolls into development. Then, I found my bike where I locked it over 3 months ago and carried it to the repair shop. Bike repair guys are people from another planet, I swear. The guy told me that repairing my bike would basically cost more than double it's value and in that moment, I decided to finally lay it to rest after 6 years. I thanked my bike for all it's efforts these years and then just put it on a bike stand without locking it. The city will do the rest.

At home, I finally gave in to my hyper horny urges and took some pictures for reddit/gonewild. Listening to Slut Pop by Kim Petras and drinking coconut water while taking half- naked pictures on my room floor gave me another kind of confidence.

I met with B to have a big debrief of my trip to Portugal. I can understand a lot of her dislike for Brazil a lot better, yet, I'm even more excited to go there now. The place we went to was kind of fancy for this city, I think it was a French restaurant. The waiter was so nice I wondered if he was flirting with me but he was just doing his job, lol. B was apparently sick for the last 3 weeks and then also got stomach issues again from the desert there and have to leave.

I'm still so tired, physically. I feel also like I'm still processing Portugal now.

After B, I went to C's place. I thought I was late but actually, everyone was still there; Y and even G! I ran towards everyone screaming and hugging them so much and I the hallway I said to myself "You're home" Being with everyone was like always; everyone is kind of constantly talking, sometimes over each other, everyone wanted to know about Portugal, I tried to get drunk on the wine there but failed. I felt like I wanted to talk to everyone individually in peace but it was too full, too loud, too chaotic for that.

Also, S had canceled me for the weekend. Last minute again, of course. It was the third time she canceled a long planned thing one day before now and I didn't see her in 10 months by now. I decided to not put any effort in our friendship now, I don't wanna bother with someone who keeps canceling like this. Of course, it ruined my mood for a bit. Then I tried to ask one of the others to join me for the birthday party tomorrow so I can take a friend there like I said. Y said she wanted to come but she is also not completely cancel - free and I will feel nervous about it until I see her there. I hate that I am so not chill about meeting friends. I wish I could actually be spontaneous, actually not care when people cancel, actually be okay with people coming or not coming. Instead, I await the meeting half eagerly half anxiously. I might meet G on the weekend as well, if M agrees to go to another place Saturday. I should be happy I have so many amazing friends to do things with but not having security about people coming makes me nervous and I'm still tired from the holiday with my parents or Portugal or both or because it's winter or because I'm tired in general.

I wish there were more comments on my gone wild post.

[moonsmourning]

with each lap, petra swears the rink is growing smaller. that, or her speed grows quicker, she's not present enough in the moment to be able to tell. skating is second nature to her now, she doesn't need to think about the way her legs move, the way her body sways as she rounds a corner, everything comes so naturally when she's on this rink. that, and because her mind is preoccupied, she doesn't count how many she's done, she only snaps out of her thoughts when she comes around near the railings and hears atsumu speak. she slows down but doesn't stop, face scrunching as she replays his apology in her head, brows furrowing as she proceeds to do another lap of the rink, sitting on her response for at least twenty seconds before she comes back around. petra slows down once more, gaze landing on the man as she speaks. ❝ who said i was flirting with you? ❞ she asks, drive-by style, doing another slow lap of the rink to let her question sit with him for a moment. she wasn't flirting with him, she was teasing him. there was a difference. the difference being... that if she were flirting with him she'd be a beet-red mess, cheeks flushed, probably messing it up in the process. she doesn't think her face was red back then, surely?

as she comes back around, she makes a right, cutting off from her route to skate over to the guard rail, coming to a stop just before it, hands moving to grip it to stop herself from colliding with it, and in extension, from tumbling over it and onto him. ❝ i don't understand, ❞ she begins, shaking her head, almost as if it would realign all her thoughts. ❝ if you don't like roller derby, why do you come? do you like someone here on the team or something? ❞ turning her head, her attention flickers over some of the other girls, but none come to mind. atsumu never talks to anyone else here, not unless they approach him. he comes alone or sometimes he brings his twin brother, who seems ten times less complicated than this miya. nothing makes sense. ❝ do you even like me? most of the time i think you don't. then you have moments where you're really nice and charming. i can't tell with you. ❞

for what it's worth, he does feel bad when he watches the hurt come across her face.  his lips purse in a tight line; osamu yells at him about this all the time, the way that he doesn't bother to think before he speaks.  he's too used to being around the guys, around fans that think that they're going to mean something when they never will.  but he's also just never fully understood petra and her ways; or the way that she feels the need to destroy her body in a sport that she makes little to no money on.  because how in the world does anyone play a sport at their age and not make money from it?  he can't imagine that she's doing well  ––  hell, he's lucky that his sponsors in division 1 pay him well.  at least then he can afford to keep throwing himself on the court and bending his body into positions that make him ache in the morning.  as he signs every single piece of paper that's thrust his way, he smiles for the cameras and doesn't bother to give it an honesty in his eyes.  there's a hollowness in the motion like there always is  ––  all he cares about is the court, the ball in his hands, and the way that he's a winner at the end of the night. 

but when the group finally dissipates, he finds his way closer to the rink.  his eyes settle on her form moving around so effortlessly, but he can see the telltale signs of injuries that have plagued her since the accident.  there's the moment when she takes the corner a little too slow, can see the tense lines of her back, the way that her leg drags ever so slightly.  it's things that only another athlete can recognize; trained to notice the little weaknesses to exploit when they're going to against them.  he's never grown out of it, even if volleyball isn't the most physical sport in that sense.  he leans his elbows on the guard rail and watches her do another lap before he speaks up, his voice carrying in the empty space.  ❝ i'm sorry i hurt your feelings.  you gotta work on your flirting game though. ❞

[butwhatifidothis]

Not to mention that Captains use of "little flower" as a nickname for Edelgard is super uncomfortable when you remember that he made her a sexual abuse victim despite there being no such indication in canon and that "deflowering" is a common term for taking someones virginity. And now Dorothea views herself as "unpure" because she is not a virgin and thats why shes "unworthy" of Petra? Its just unfortunate implications about womens sexuality all around with this guy.

Different nonnie: I can't tell if Dorothea calling herself too impure for Petra is because she flirts a lot or because of her implied sex worker past but either one's pretty terrible! Real progressive to have this woman call herself too impure for a relationship because of a history, Cap!!!

I do wanna put up the full context of the "pure" thing, just to be clear:

Not so much "not a virgin" (though that could play a role, not sure tho) and more what Dorothea has done? If that makes sense? And you know, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing to explore (Dorothea's feelings about whether she deserves love, not because she's slept around but because she's actively manipulated people, mostly for money) if it. Just. Wasn't fuckin' phrased as her being IMPURE.

Like, women are so rarely just assholes or people who've just done wrong things, so often it's that they "lost their innocence" or like here, "aren't pure but so desperately want to be" and it's like man!! Stop!! Just describe these women normally?? It's so goddamn annoying to read.

And the little flower name... like. I get it. Crimson Flower, little flower, it's an homage to the route name and Edelgard's (supposed) connection to flowers (even though imo it's pretty surface level but whatev). Literally not supposed to have any connection whatsoever to her being an SA survivor. But there are some things that just don't look good when used at the same time, and this is definitely a couple of those things

[pickalilywrites]

Hey this might be a weird request but I've had it in my mind for a while. Rivetra. Levi is a vampire that plays with drunk women on many ways. Late at night at the bars he flirts with drunk women before taking them away for a one night stand where he ends up drinking their blood. But one night his victim is Petra. While taking her home for a one night stand he realises he doesn't want to hurt her and decides to not feed on her. He just can't (because he loves her owo)

thank you i hope you enjoy ^^

Late-Night Snack

Rivetra. Vampire AU. 

3787 words. 

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Levi does not particularly enjoy frequenting bars for his late-night meals, but he prefers them to the dizzying night clubs with the blinding neon lights where he oftentimes finds himself pressed up against too many sweaty strangers. Disgusting. No, he’d rather find his food at a dimly lit bar where the patrons don’t take too much notice of each other, and he can slip in, get his food, and slip out without anyone turning their heads.

The dark-haired man sits in the corner booth, scanning the crowd lazily as he decides on what to eat tonight. He waits for something to catch his eye. It’s usually a woman – occasionally a man, but they aren’t as easy to lure back to his apartment without suspicion – but he’s rather picky. He doesn’t like the flashy ones. Girls who wear too much jewelry or bright colors. They’re too easy to remember once they disappear. He prefers the plainer girls, usually the ones who are quietly sipping a drink at the bar up front, wondering if it’s alright for them to abandon the bachelorette party they were dragged to against their will. Usually, he goes for someone who’s already a little tipsy even though he dislikes the bitter taste of alcohol in their blood when he sinks his teeth into their neck, but his meals are a lot easier to handle with a bit of wine or champagne.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone quite to his taste at this bar tonight. There are a few loners – a few drunken men singing nursery rhymes with the wrong words, girls that have had far too much to drink and are currently crying their eyes out, and loudmouthed men that are looking to pick a fight with anyone that looks at them – but Levi doesn’t care for any of them. This group is rather disappointing, although he’s not completely surprised about not finding prey to eat. There are nights where he has to visit a few bars before he finds anything worth eating. It seems that tonight is one of those nights.

With a sigh, Levi gets up from his booth, pulling up the collar of his shirt so that it covers his neck. He makes another quick scan of the establishment, but nothing has changed. It makes no sense for him to stay here and starve, so he turns to leave. He’s thinking about where he should go next – preferably another bar, but he might have to walk into a club if he gets desperate. He grimaces at the thought of it.

He’s nearly at the entrance when a pair of men bump into him, hard, but they don’t seem to have noticed. They just move past him. Depending on his mood, Levi would either hold them by the back of their shirts and demand an apology or allow them to pass him without a word, but not tonight. The way that they move stops Levi in his tracks. It’s familiar to him – that cadence, that stride – as if they are hunting down prey. It’s only when he sees them sit down at the bar, each man on either side of a young woman who had been seated alone, that Levi understands why.

It’s not any of Levi’s business what happens to others, but the two men look at the woman so hungrily that Levi almost mistakes them for vampires. It’s the way that they eye the woman up and down that gives them away. No vampire would bother assessing their prey that closely. Only a human would care for frivolous details like the fit of a woman’s dress or the length of her legs. It’s almost disgusting, the way they’re watching her, and it nearly makes Levi lose his appetite. It seems the woman isn’t too fond of the men’s interest in her either by the way she’s leaning away from them as they try to engage her in a conversation. When she tries to leave, one of the men grabs her rather roughly by the arm, pulling her back.

It only takes a second for Levi to cross the floor and reach them. He puts a hand on the woman’s shoulder, and she turns around, a surprised expression on her face. “Oi,” he tells her. “I thought I told you to wait for me out front.”

The woman blinks at him with big amber eyes, nodding but not saying anything at all. He wonders if she’s stupid, but she eventually finds her voice and quickly says, “Oh, right. I must have forgotten.”

The other men at her side try to make an escape, but they’re frozen in place when they see Levi’s glare.

“And you two,” Levi growls. “What were you doing with my woman?”

The men trip over themselves trying to find an excuse. They seem to know that their intentions for the woman were obvious to everyone present, and their attempts to cover them up are futile. “Nothing, sir, nothing,” they mumble as they shuffle away, bumping into themselves while making their getaway. “Have a good evening, sir. Miss.”

Although the woman watches the men leave, Levi’s eyes are fixed on her. She’s not his type at all – her bright hair, a ginger the color of a setting sun, is far too memorable and although her dark dress is plain enough, the fashionable white scarf tied around her neck is just too distinct. It’s a shame because she’s petite, smaller than him even and he’s already rather short even though he hates to admit it, so he wouldn’t have trouble with her if she ended up putting up a fight when it came time to feed, but he can’t run the risk of becoming a possible suspect when people begin to search for her. He’s been through it once before and it’s far more trouble than it’s worth. It would have been more convenient if she had just been a mousier-looking girl, but it’s not like this has been a lucky day for him.

“…for dragging you into this.” The sound of the woman’s voice, quiet and apologetic removes him from his train of thought. She looks up at him with her big doe eyes and he realizes that he still hasn’t moved from his spot, his hand still resting on her shoulder even though the men had long gone.

Quickly, he removes his hand from her shoulder as if sunlight had burned them. “It’s nothing,” he mumbles, embarrassed although he doesn’t know why. “It’s what any decent person would have done.”

“I suppose you're right,” the woman says with a soft laugh. She brushes a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and looks at Levi for a while before extending a slender hand. “I’m Petra, by the way.”

Levi doesn’t take it at first. He stares at it, blinking. Somehow, he feels as if he’s gotten in too deep already. He should have just let the men take the woman instead of sticking his nose in their business. Now he has to shake off this woman without seeming rude. On the other hand, he doesn’t really regret the decision he’s made either. He thinks he prefers this inconvenience to the alternative.

“Levi,” he answers gruffly, finally taking her hand in his. He’s surprised by the strength in her grip. She’s far stronger than one would think given her petite frame.

“Levi, huh?” the woman repeats. She lets go of his hand, leaving him almost reluctantly although that might just be his imagination. The ginger gives him a wry smile. “I was actually supposed to meet someone here, but he hasn’t shown up. It seems he’s stood me up. But if it’s allowed me to meet you, then it doesn’t seem all that bad, right?”

It’s difficult to believe that anyone can stand up a woman so beautiful, but men can be pretty unbelievable. With enough luck, perhaps she’ll be able to meet a man with manners, but Levi isn’t that man. It seems that tonight isn’t her night either.

“I suppose you could do worse,” Levi tells her, and she laughs. She covers her mouth when she does, but he can tell that her smile is dazzling from the little he sees of it.

“Are you really that terrible?” Petra asks, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

Oh, you have no idea, he thinks, but it’s not like she’ll ever know.

She asks him if he’d like a drink – she even offers to buy it for him – but he refuses. He should get going soon, but he decides to wait for her to finish her drink and see her off before he leaves. The night is young after all. (“What a gentleman you are,” Petra tells him, but he isn’t, not even close.) He figures that it’ll take her a few minutes to finish the half-filled cocktail that’s left in her glass.

Levi has never cared for the fruity cocktails that women tend to drink, but the way that Petra sips the rosy drink – a Singapore sling almost the same soft shade of pink painted on her lips – makes it look enticing. He wonders if it tastes as sweet as the vibrant red maraschino cherry sitting on top of the ice, or if she can detect that slight hint of lemon from the wedge that she had taken out before she had taken a sip. He watches as she swirls her drink around, the cubes of ice whirling about as she stirs with her short white straw. It must be good if she’s drinking it so slowly. Normally it would annoy him, having to first save her and then wait for her before leaving, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it this time. Instead, he finds himself wondering if the drink really is as good as she’s making it look, licking the corner of her mouth with her pretty pink tongue, and whether it would taste just as good from her lips or if he’ll have to settle for sinking his teeth into her flesh to get a taste. He notices then that she’s smiling at him, looking up at him through her lashes while her straw is trapped between her teeth, and he looks quickly away, wondering how long he’s been staring.

He knows it’s dangerous when she begins to ask him questions about himself – what he does for a living, how often he visits this bar, what his favorite drink is – and he knows it’s even more dangerous when he answers them. It might have something to do with her wide amber eyes, curious and unsuspecting of what he truly is. He doesn’t have to do much poking or prodding to get her to speak about herself either. She offers herself up easily, telling him about her occupation (an online translator), her thoughts on the bar (a little more crowded than expected, but it has a few nice people), and her plans for tonight (probably watch a romantic movie to make up for the date that didn’t show up). He never gets to know his victims let alone strangers he’s found abandoned at the bar, but it’s harmless if they leave right now. If he never returns, then they’ll forget each other eventually. It’s what’s best for everyone.

“I’ll pay for that,” he tells the bartender as soon as Petra finishes her drink, his card already out and ready before Petra has even set down her glass.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” Petra tells him, but the bartender has already swiped Levi’s credit card. She frowns as she watches him tuck the card into his wallet and into his pocket. “I could have gotten it myself.”

“It’s fine,” he assures her. He gets up and glances subtly at his watch. It’s past midnight. He still has time to look for a meal, but he’s spent far more time here than he had planned. He should have left a long time ago. To Petra, he asks, “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“It’s fine! I actually live close, so I can walk there,” Petra tells him. She gets up from her chair and takes a step, but somehow loses her balance and would have fallen on her face if Levi weren’t there to catch her. It’s surprising because Levi didn’t think she’d be so affected by a measly cocktail, but her low alcohol tolerance does make sense given her small stature. She thanks him profusely for catching her and allows him to help her up and steady her, clinging onto his arm. “I’m so sorry! I guess that drink was a lot stronger than I could handle,” she tells him with a laugh. She looks over at him, her ginger locks a little messy from the fall, and bites her lip. “I know you’ve already done so much for me already, but would you mind taking me home? It’s really not that far, but if you have somewhere else you need to be going…”

He has no obligation to help her, not back then and certainly not now. Even if she’s a little too tipsy to walk in a straight line, her apartment is probably close enough for her to make it back just fine. She really isn’t even all that drunk, he reasons. She’s at least sober enough to recognize that she’s a little buzzed, and she could probably even call a friend to pick her up. Besides, he has prey to catch, and the night isn’t getting any younger. Still, he opens his mouth and the word “yes” tumbles from his lips.

“Thank you so much,” Petra gushes as she clings to his arm. He’s allowed her to hold onto him as he guides her back to her apartment. It might just be his imagination, but it seems as though her grip on him has gotten tighter. With her other hand, she fiddles with the white scarf around her neck, moving it so that it doesn’t fly into her face as it flutters in the wind. “I know I said I could have gone home myself, but it feels so much safer having you around.”

Oh, how wrong she is.

“Is this your building?” he asks as they approach a tall, modern-looking apartment building with large glass panels for windows and rigid metal balconies. It doesn’t look anything at all like the sort of building that he imagined her to live in. He had thought she’d prefer living somewhere a little more class, an old stone apartment with ivy climbing on the side for instance, but it’s not as if he knows very much about her. As he gazes up at the apartment complex and wonders which window belongs to her.

“Yes!” she says. He expects her to let go of his arm, but she doesn’t. Instead, she begins to lead him into the building. Despite knowing better, he allows her to tug him along. Even though she had been stumbling only a few blocks ago, the alcohol seems to have worn off because she’s walking just fine now. She walks him through the glossy floors of the lobby, pulls him into an elevator, and punches the button that will take them up to the third floor. When they’re alone in the elevator, she turns to look at him, a bright smile on her face, and he can’t help wondering if she had even been drunk at all or if she just pretended to be.

Once the elevator lets them off, the two walk down a long hallway, eventually stopping at the last door at the end. Levi tries not to glance at the black numbers tacked onto the door, knowing that he’ll try to burn them into his memory despite his better judgment. He looks at Petra instead, who is fumbling to get her keys out of her purse.

“I should leave now,” he tells her, but he stays rooted in place.

“You don’t want to come in for a minute?” Petra asks, looking up briefly before returning to her purse. She finally manages to fish them out and begins to unlock the door. It swings open to reveal a pristine apartment. It’s almost as if she had plucked out a living room from one of those home living magazines and plucked it into her apartment. “I should at least treat you to a drink before you leave. You’ve done so much for me tonight. Do you like tea?”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Levi begins, but he doesn’t resist when takes his hand and pulls him in, shutting the door behind them.

“Don’t be silly,” Petra laughs. He’s not sure how her hand has ended up cupping his cheek, but the touch is not unpleasant to him. She traces a thumb down his jaw, her skin brushing his ever so lightly, and shivers from the touch. Her other arm is wrapped around him, pulling him close. A smile spreads across her face, a coy smile that’s so different than the innocent one he had seen that night at the bar but it’s no less alluring, and she asks, “How could I possibly let you leave without giving you a proper thank you?”

When their lips meet, Levi reciprocates immediately, his lips parting, eager for the taste of her. There isn’t a hint of alcohol; he detects neither the sweet cherry brandy, the tangy lemon juice, nor the sharp taste that Levi typically associates with gin. As he slips his tongue between her lips, he finds that she tastes warm and sweet like vanilla, dainty and delicate. He wonders, his hands on her slender waist and pulling her in, if this had been her plan all along, to lure him into her apartment. It’s rather unfortunate that she chose him. He doesn’t mind satiating her hunger, but it’s late and once he’s satisfied her, he’ll need to sate his own appetite. What a pity. Ah, but he can think about it later.

“I thought you were busy?” she teases, pulling away from him for just a second. A lock of orange falls in her face and Levi quickly brushes it away.

“It can wait,” Levi murmurs, running kisses down her jawline.

Levi tries not to make playing with his food a habit, but he finds that it’s typical meal prep. If the prey wants a good fuck before they die, who is he to deny them? It’s the least he can do for them. After all, they are providing him with a full meal. It’s a shame that this woman must befall the same fate as the others, but it’s her own fault for being so damn tempting. He can just imagine sinking his teeth into her neck, her blood thick and red flowing from her veins. He wonders if it will taste anywhere near as sweet as her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” he hears Petra curse, and he stops abruptly, surprised at hearing such words from her. He hadn’t realized anything was going wrong – she was responding well to his kisses, his fingers tangled in her hair, and his other hand running down her back – but then he realizes why. He must not have noticed her hand traveling across his skin, too aroused by the way her fingers ruffled through his thick black hair to realize that her fingertips had begun to travel across his skin, down his neck where his popped collar hid the puncture wounds from a vampire bite he had received long ago. It looks like dinner will start earlier than he intended.

Levi sighs, straightening up and folding his collar down properly. “I suppose we should get this over with now that you know what I really am,” he says. He looks over at her, expecting to see a look of horror on her face as many of his victims did when he revealed his true identity. He’s surprised to see a look of minor annoyance on her face instead. “Why aren’t you…afraid?”

“Jeez, I knew you were a little too easy to lure to my house tonight,” Petra mutters, not at all bothered about having found out that her date was a vampire all along. She merely rolls her eyes when she sees how offended Levi looks. “Oh, come on. It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow me home, did it?”

“I…suppose not,” Levi admits. He feels a fool now that she’s pointed it out. Although, that still doesn’t explain why she’s not the least bit frightened of him. “You do realize I’m a vampire though, right?”

“Unfortunately. And here I thought you could be my next meal, but cannibalism has never really appealed to me,” Petra says with a sigh. She reaches up to undo the scarf around her neck. She lets it fall to the ground and turns her head for Levi to see, holding up her hair so that it doesn’t block his view. Like him, she also has two puncture wounds on her neck. She lets her hair down, another sigh escaping her lips as she does. “I probably should have just gone with those two bastards that spotted me before you came.”

“Unfortunately,” Levi says numbly, still trying to process the events of tonight.

The female vampire cranes her neck to check the clock on the wall, frowning when she sees the time. She moves around Levi, already grabbing the doorknob. “At least there’s still enough time to find some other prey tonight. I could last a night without eating, but I hate feeling hungry.” She looks behind her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you plan on staying in my apartment?”

“No, of course not,” Levi says, hurriedly following her out. He’s not surprised when she shuts the door behind him, locking it with a quick click, but he feels a strange twinge in his chest when she turns away from him, already walking down the hall without even giving him a second glance. He should just let it be. From the very beginning, he should have let her be, and yet he never did. Even now, he finds himself chasing after her, calling out her name. “Petra!”

She turns around, tilting her head curiously. “Yes?”

“It might be a little too late to grab dinner,” Levi says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “But I think it’s possible for us to grab a late-night snack together…” His voice trails off and he looks over at her cautiously, wondering what her reaction will be.

“Oh, Levi,” Petra grins, her eyes gleaming hungrily. “I’d love that.”

[rogue-barnes-16]

RUSSIAN ROULETTE (Destroyer fic)

Request: just watched Destroyr too nd I'm thirsty for a fic nd saw you're taking requests from it. Can you do a fic where chris goes undercover with the reader instead with erin and when the Russian Roulette shit happens the reader does something to stop it nd chris confronts her later or smthng || idk it's a messy request sorry. || Pls make it anon??? || lol srry XOXO

Pairing: Chris x reader (Destroyer)

Genre: angsty (?) idk how to describe it

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Warnings: not actual spoilers (that's a warning), tension, makeout, language

A/N: first of, I feel like I should make this clear again THIS DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS BUT IT IS BASED ON A PART OF A SCENE OF THE MOVIE. Also, DAMN I enjoyed writing this. Also, it soothed the pain caused by the movie (thanks Nicole Kidman, you lovely human being, for destroying my heart). Anyway, enjoy <3.

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I lay down on the sofa, giving Chris a brief glance to check on him. A while ago, I could have just asked him since all the party noise would have covered our voices, but it all had gotten really quiet.

People had slowly left, and in the house there were just a few people left. Silas, sitting on the armchair; Petra and that other girl, checking their messed up makeup in the mirror; Toby, playing some random video game; Chris, sat right behind Toby, and Arturo, who was coming my way in the moment.

"look what I found" he shook the pack of beers on his right hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

"reinforcements" I extended my hand for him to give me one. "nice, I needed it" I opened the one he gave me and took a sip.

When Arturo made a hesitant attempt to sit besides me, I moved my leg for him to have more room. "looking gorgeous today, Y/n" he said, half cuddling me.

Arturo was kind of pinning over me, I knew it. I sometimes, if I was in a playful mood, would lead him on. He knew I 'was with Chris' —even though we weren't actually together—, so there was nothing else apart from teasing and light flirting.

Chris, however, to pretend, most of the times would play the jealous boyfriend card, but right now he was distracted.

There was someone who was noticing it, though. Silas had his eyes on us, and, if I only had noticed it before, I would have stopped.

But I hadn't.

I jumped at the loud thud that sounded right besides me. When I turned to it, I saw a small gun on the floor.

"Arturo" Silas called the boy besides him. He tilted his head to the gun with a sick smile on his face. "let's see if your time has come?"

The room, now silent, was filled with anxiety and tension.

I tried playing it cool, but the fear in my eyes gave me away. I knew I was being too obvious when Chris decided to intervene.

"fuck it, Arturo" he said carelessly, not looking at anyone, but at the joint he had just rolled. "don't do it" he added, lighting up the joint before giving it a puff.

"it's none of your business Chris" Chris replied at Silas' statement with a gesture of indifference while he let out the smoke. "C'mon Arturo, grow a pair. Don't wanna play?"

I knew things were about to get worse than expected when Arturo got up and grabbed the gun from the floor.

"there he goes" Silas commented, letting out a dark chuckle. "c'mon, come here and look at me in the eye."

I stole a glance at Chris, who was subtly staring at me with almost unnoticeable nervousness in his eyes.

"Wait" all of them turned to me. "he doesn't wanna do it." before Silas could protest, I gave him a knowing smirk "doesn't have what it takes"

"sweetheart, it's done" Silas made himself more comfortable before looking at Arturo again. "someone gotta play now, so go ahead"

I wasn't going to allow that to happen.

"I wanna play." I stated, standing up. "and I definitely got what it takes" I made my way to then, noticing how Chris' breath hitched, making him swallow the smoke and causing him to cough. "c'mon give me the gun"

Arturo gave me the gun, not before looking at Silas for approval. "Okay sweetheart" the man sitting before me let out a chuckle. "same rules. Gun against your head and eyes on me"

"Silas, c'mon" Petra, who had stayed silent until then, spoke with a trembling voice. "don't- babe, let's drop it."

"Nope, babydoll" the man replied. "c'mon Y/n, make the roulette spin, will you?" it took me a second, but I managed to made the cylinder spin without looking at it. "atta girl."

"baby, quit it" I heard Chris voice, but I didn't really listen to it. "leave it, c'mon" I took a deep, shaky breath, and, when I felt my eyes watering, I pulled the trigger. "Y/n!"

Nothing happened.

I exhaled, tossing the gun to the floor and shutting my eyes. "Y/n, sweetheart, you're nuts." Silas started to laugh, giving me a surprised look. "it was loaded. You can't let people tell you what to do like that" everyone started to chuckle lightly too.

"it has three bullets inside" I turned to Chris, who was holding the gun with the cylinder open. "holy fuck" he managed to feign a laugh and I exited the room, feeling my whole body shaking.

"Chris, go get your crazy girl" Silas said, not able to stop laughing. "go and fuck, she'll calm down!"

I heard heavy steps behind me before a large hand grabbed my forearm, dragging me into a dark room. "what were you thinking" Chris hissed, shutting the door. "what the fucking hell, Y/n?"

"he-" I chewed my lip harsh enough to draw blood, while my back rested against the wall. "there was three bullets, you said it yourself. I knew there was a trick."

"so what?!" he hit the wall besides me, taking a shaky breath "it was damn obvious there was a fucking trick. That's not a reason for you to play the Russian fucking Roulette"

"what if he had killed himself?" I asked, hugging myself in a vain attempt to refrain my goosebumps.

"better him than you"

"Silas gave him the gun because of me. 'cause he was flirting with me" I explained "I didn't want his death in my conscience" I replied, gripping my forearms.

"yeah? Well I didn't want a bullet in your fucking skull and I almost got it" he bit back, choking on the last few words. "do something like that again and you're out"

"you can't fucking do that" I stated. "we're undercover, you can't make me leave."

"fuckin' bet, baby" he growled, trying to pass by me and open the door. He couldn't, though since I put myself between him and the door. "move your ass out of my way, Y/n"

"you really wanted one of the criminals we're chasing to get killed?"

"I swear to fucking God Y/n-"

"Tell me" I shoved him back for him to get away from the door "that you wouldn't have done something like that if you thought it was the right thing to do" when he, instead of replying, growled under his breath with his eyes on the ceiling, I repeated, "fuckin' tell me you wouldn't-"

We heard the door's lock clicking open and I panicked, afraid someone might have heard us.

"fuck"

I took a glance at the door, which was being opened.

"shit" When I turned to Chris again, I barely had time to process that he, with his hands gripping my hips, was backing me against the wall before hurriedly crashing his lips against mines.

"Hey guys- Okay" Toby stood there, holding onto the door frame, for a long minute, watching us making out. "they're fine!" he yelled, turning back to the room where everyone was. "I think they're gonna fuck!- sorry for the interruption, I'll give you some... Privacy"

With that, the door closed again and we were left alone in the dark. It was only when we were sure we were safe, that Chris let go of me.

We stood close to each other, breathing heavily. From my current angle, the moonlight made the tears in his face gleam.

Those tears that I didn't even know were there. Those tears that kept running down his cheeks nonstop.

"what are you fucking looking..."

He went silent when my arms wrapped around him, gripping the back of his jacket with both of my hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry" I whispered. "but I don't regret it. It was the right thing to do. Arturo didn't deserve that shit, you know it"

"you didn't either" he circled my hips, pulling me flush against him, like I was going to banish. "Goddammit, Y/n. You didn't either" he muffled a brief sob by burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. "God fucking damnit."

"nothing happened, Chris" I mumbled in a shaky breath, bringing him impossibly closer to me. "I'm fine"

"you scared the shit out of me" he muttered under his breath, letting himself rest against me. "I was so fucking terrified-"

"we're alright" I whispered, pulling away to wipe his tears.

After a beat of silence, he leaned on me an planted a tender, careful kiss on my lips. And it was easy to tell that this one wasn't feigned. This one had Chris' actual feelings on it.

"what was that?" I muttered, slightly confused.

"two weeks deep into this and you already put your life on the line three times" he explained with his jaw clenched. "I'll better come clean 'bout my feelings before you do something stupid and get yourself killed." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "you... Don't have to- we can just keep pretending, it's fine with me" he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of my jacket. "but, just in case, I needed you to know"

I nodded again without letting any word escape my lips. He waited for an answer that didn't come, and after a few seconds, he cleared his throat again and walked to the bed.

I frowned at him sitting on it. "we should wait a bit." he explained "they think we're fucking so-"

"it's gonna make it more complicated" I blurted out, half wining because, damn, I wanted to be with him. To actually be with him.

"why?" he questioned, resting his elbows over his thighs. "because we'll get too attached? Because we'll get hurt if something happens to the other?"

Those questions made me angry because they were, in fact, the reasons I was going to give him. Now that he had said them out loud, I realized they were stupid reasons.

We were already too attached to each other. We would get hurt anyway if something happened to one another.

"Y/n, I need you to say something"

I walked to him, sat on his lap, and caressed both of his cheeks with my hands. "Okay. Let's do this" I replied, pulling him into a kiss that was, by no means, meant to be rough, but ended up being it.

"Listen" he pulled away for an instant to take off his jacket and mine. "don't you fucking dare to play the Russian Roulette ever again."

"Okay" I pulled the tee off my body and tossed it to the floor. "I won't"

"promise you won't do anything stupid" he demanded, leaning to kiss my jaw, just to pull away to throw his shirt besides mine.

"I promise"

"Good" he cupped my cheeks, bringing me closer to kiss my lips. "cause I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay undercover if something happens to your reckless ass"

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NOTES: Sorry for that delay! Holidays got a bit crazy, and I've been sorting out my life since then. Will try to get this posted a bit more regularly from now on!

Also, the theme song for this chapter is "Feeling Of Falling" by Cheat Codes and Kim Petras.

                                             CHAPTER ELEVEN

The corners of my mouth lifted up the tiniest bit. "So… this counts as a date?"

"UGH!" Miss Kawakami got up from the table and crossed to lean against the kitchen bar. Seeing her framed there, between the mini water cooler and the espresso machine, her dress revealing just enough of her back to make my fingertips tingle and my mouth run dry…

'No, Makoto,' I thought to myself. 'Focus. Don't let your weird new gay feelings distract you from helping her.'

"Look. It doesn't have to be a date. This was just the kind of dinner you deserve from a date. Not specifically from me. Not me being your date, I mean, um… if that makes sense."

"Well, why not? I'm already a maid for two of my students. Gave you a bath and let you massage me, put on this dress for you. Why shouldn't I just say 'fuck it all' and throw myself into your arms? Huh?"

There was anger and frustration bleeding through now, and it made me duck my head in fear. "I'm sorry. Y-you can leave, I won't tell anybody you left early. I d-don't want to keep you here if you-"

"No, that's exactly what you want. Right?" Finally, she turned, and she was shaking with anger. "I told you already that this can't happen, and here it is. Happening. What gives you the right to just ignore my wishes? Like I'm not the grown up here!"

"O-oh," I breathed softly, shutting down. Like a puppet with its strings cut. "You're right. I apologise."

"Makoto, what…?" Then she sighed in exasperation, throwing up both hands. "See? You act like a little kid getting yelled at! Why aren't you yelling right back at me? This is not how it would work if we were equals in this relationship! What the hell am I saying? We're not even in one! Oh my GOD…"

"Hey, it's alright," I said, finally rising from the table as I kept my voice low. "Listen. I'm… I'll go to my bedroom for a few minutes. Please enjoy your meal, and… if you're gone when I come back out, I'll underst- understand."

My voice had broken on the last word but I tried to recover quickly as I strode away from the table, the room spinning. Sadayo didn't do anything, but she did watch me go, trembling as she stood there trying to weather the blunt force of a million different emotions buffeting her all at once.

Something I could relate to.

I had only been laying on my bed for a minute or two, tears rolling down into the pillow silently as I stared at the wall, when I heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in," I said as I hastily blotted at my eyes with the tissue in my hands.

"Hey," she breathed. My lights were off, so all I could see was the halo of her slightly messy hair from the backlighting. "I, um… I seem to have lost my appetite."

"That's fine. I'll clean it up later, and… Sae and I can have the leftovers. She'll just wonder why I made duck. I'll get your money in a m-"

"I'm not leaving yet," she reassured me. "Can I sit?" I nodded, so she sat on the very edge of my bed, not quite far enough back so that we were touching. "So… now it's my turn to apologise."

"For what? You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, I did. I really overreacted out there, I… don't know why I did that. Well, I do, but it doesn't make it okay."

Eyes still blurry, I glanced up at her face that I could see a tiny bit better now. She looked pale, and scared, but not nearly as two-steps-from-crazy as she did before. Her eyes closed for a moment as she contemplated the situation, chose her next words carefully.

"You aren't… the only one."

"Hm?"

"You aren't the only one who feels this… pull toward each other." Another breath to steel herself. "I couldn't tell you when it started, or why, or how I could actually feel anything this strong for a girl in my class. But it's real and it's there."

Now I sat up a little more on my elbows. "What are you saying? Do you-"

"Wait," she bade me with a hand raised. "The thing is, that doesn't change the situation. You're a kid! And my student - and my boss when you request me through the agency. It's so messy… and I'm straight, so even if we did anything with these crazy feelings, it's probably not going to work out in a 'happily ever after' way. When I sit there and picture my ideal future, it's married to a husband who's providing for me, whose big, strong arms can comfort me when I'm sad or stressed out." Then she snorted. "Not that I'm gonna meet one at the rate I'm going, as my mom would say."

"Oh."

Her lips pulled into a little sad smile. "But I will admit you got to me way more than I thought. Just something really special about you, Niijima-san."

"And there's something special about you, too, Kawakami-san." At the term of address, she did raise an eyebrow and laugh a tiny bit, but let me continue instead of interrupting. "I've done a lot of thinking, about… what you said. Your bath and all that."

"Don't remind me," she sighed. "And how much thinking could you have done in five minutes?"

"No, not just now. The whole week." I sat up a little more as I continued, "You're my first in a lot of ways. But honestly? I don't think it matters that much. Because I know how I feel about you even without those things. Maybe I already did, because…"

When I didn't continue right away, she prompted, "Because?"

"You were the teacher I looked forward to seeing the most every day," I confided. "Probably because you were attractive to me, even though I didn't understand that until the hotel room. But it must have already been there, because… you flirting with me shocked me, but not enough. I should have been a lot more scared - I should have wanted to run screaming from the room. Instead, it almost felt… natural. And that scared me the most."

Miss Kawakami frowned. "But that flirting was just part of the job. You know that, right? I didn't… I thought you were a young man who paid to have me flirt with him. That isn't disgusting to you?"

"Like you said, it's your job. I think it would be pretty stupid and narrow-minded of me to judge you for that. Really, the way you're working so hard to pay that student back only makes me admire you more."

"Oh," she breathed, staring down at where her hands lay in her lap. As she watched, one of mine came to rest atop them, and she looked over to see my face was a lot closer. "M-Makoto, wait…"

"For what?" I whispered - and I could barely believe I was doing any of this. But it was too late to turn back; that ship had sailed. "I think you need to know right now how serious I am. Sadayo…"

Her eyes closed. "Shit. You say my name like that, and I can't…"

"Can't what? Sadayo?" That time, I was teasing a little.

"Can't resist you. Can't fight back against this huge mistake."

The last word gave me pause. Enough so that I changed my tactic; my lips pushed into her cheek instead of her mouth. But it was still a kiss. I had never kissed anyone before, and now I had, and it was my Japanese teacher. Life really is crazy. For that moment, however, we were just two women who didn't know how to handle their feelings, and it was more powerful than I ever dreamed.

"Oooooh, okay," she let out in a shaky sigh a few seconds later, when I had drawn back to rest my chin on her soft, warm shoulder. "Wow. That was nicer than a little peck on the cheek has any right to be. God…"

"Yeah?" I breathed cautiously. "I figured I should start small. Not push too much."

"So you're all in now, huh?" she asked with a bitter chuckle, despite the warmth in her eyes as she gazed down at the floor. "Totally gay, and totally gay for your teacher?"

I shrugged as I pet along her back, and she melted. It was almost comical except it was too inflaming to be laughed at. "Guess so. I'm as confused as you, but it just seems silly to pretend I'm not interested."

"Makoto… your moves are like… A+ level moves. How are you only eighteen? How are you a girl?!"

"Do you want me to put the mustache back on?" I laughed.

"No!" We both chuckled for a moment, even though halfway through she shivered and arched her back. "Oh my GOD, you are barely doing anything and I'm ready to go."

"Ready to go?"

Fearful eyes turned on me. "Wait - forget I said that. Shit, why did I say that?!"

"Do you mean…" My eyes widened, and I felt heat explode within my cheeks. "Oh."

"I said forget I said it, so stop thinking about it! Wow, I really am a mess - I need to see a therapist or something!"

My teacher was turned on. Was this really happening? Despite the fact that, as she said, I was barely doing anything to her, apparently it was getting her aroused and ready for me to explore further. Only question was…

Was I as ready to explore as she was to be explored?

"It's okay," I reassured her, petting a little more firmly and hoping it would help. "I, um, I don't remember you saying anything. Just that I have some good moves. Did you say something after that?"

Her embarrassed laugh spoke volumes. "Nice try, kid. Ugh, I'm such a loser."

"Why? Because having someone focused on you feels good? Because this…" I pet a single finger down the middle of her back - not even sure how I knew to do that, running purely on instinct - and she shook and shivered. "…feels good?"

"Stop, please…"

"Really?" My hand came to rest in the middle of her back, staying totally still. "I will if you want me to."

"Yes. I do." So I took the hand away. Her eyes were sad, but what she said was, "Thank you."

Swallowing hard, trying to ignore the pinprick of fear in my stomach, I whispered, "Of course. I'm sorry, I just… I thought I could make you feel nice, and you might feel less… mad at yourself? Scared?"

"You did, in a way. But you also made it way worse." She turned to gaze at me. "Because it worked. You got me all revved up by barely doing anything - and I only felt that with the best of the dates I've been on. Even then, most of the guys had to work harder to get me there."

"Except… you don't want it from me. I'm a student, and a girl." She nodded, and I sighed. "I understand."

"Well, I don't," she blustered, folding her arms over her chest. My hand was resting on her thighs now, but I tried to keep it still so as not to draw attention to that. "This is nuts! I feel like I'm being pranked, except it's way too real to be a prank, so…"

"How do you think I feel? You're my teacher, and so beautiful. And a woman - which I think I'm somehow more comfortable with that than you are. But it doesn't mean I'm not panicking."

"You're panicking?" she asked, and I could tell she was almost grateful to think about me instead of her own feelings. "But you seem so cool with it all. Like, other than when I scream at you like an idiot."

My lips split in a smile. "Not an idiot. You just weren't expecting any of this. We're both trying to figure it out." I pet her thigh a little now, and she shivered. "Is this alright?"

"N-no." I stopped. "God… I can't believe how different it is with girls."

"Hm?"

"I ask you to stop, and you actually do it. No 'Aww, c'mon' first, no telling me I'm some big tease if I get less comfortable."

"Oh," I chuckled softly. "Do you want me to do that instead? I probably could learn."

"GOD NO!" Then we both laughed. "It's one of the only clear advantages. But, um… anyway, yeah. How do you keep from blowing your stack while I'm over here, sweating enough to fill a bucket?"

"You are not sweating," I snorted as I thought the question over. Finally, I sat up completely, my legs out and to the side behind her as my face rested against her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind me there, even if my touches were too much for her to handle at the present.

"Miss Kawakami, I wish I knew what to tell you. But I've always been like this under pressure. I'm still freaking out and trying to figure out what to do, but it's like… there isn't any point in letting the panic turn me into a mess, so I just… don't. And I can't explain to you why I'm like that, either."

"Lucky," she pouted.

"I feel lucky. You're not yelling at me for all this, and… I do keep worrying about what you said."

"Which thing I said?"

"That I'll go too far and you won't tell me to stop, and I'll hurt you. That's why I keep taking such… small chances." I kissed her shoulder again, and she sighed. "Like that one."

Humming her pleasure at the next kiss, she finally whispered, "They're small but they aren't small. My brain is telling me 'no', but my body…"

After the next kiss, when she still hadn't finished her thought, I whispered, "Tell me."

"My body wants this. Needs it - and that's all I'm going to say, because it's already really terrible that I told that to any student. I deserve everything that's happened to me in the past few years. Scummy old woman."

"Hey." I reached up and gently moved her chin so she was facing me, and her eyes grew wide and fearful. "Don't talk about yourself like that. It's not fair. Those two are wrong."

"How are they wrong? I got a student killed, and now I'm feeling way too much for another. I'm a monster, Makoto-chan."

Smiling, I leaned a little closer. "Don't you mean 'Niijima-san'?"

"Right. That thing."

"You aren't a monster. And you aren't scummy. You're a beautiful, smart-"

"I can't take any more compliments," she laughed shakily as my face got closer. "I can't take any more of this, no matter how much I…"

"What? No matter how much… you want it?" I guessed.

All she could do was nod before our lips made contact.

Kissing Sadayo was both everything I had ever dreamed it could be, and nothing like I expected. Which didn't seem to fit together very neatly, since those feelings were such different shapes. It was warmth, and softness, and openness… passion and comfort mixing like fire and water. And now that I had tried it…

I could no longer imagine kissing a man. That easily. As much as I still couldn't believe I was with a woman, it felt so right that I didn't want to question it anymore; didn't think it was necessary. Her mouth was sweet and warm and open to me, and as our lips kneaded each other, I craved more, I leaned up harder against her, my arm wrapping around her back to keep her close.

"Shit," she breathed when we finally broke apart. Only then did I realise her hand had come to rest on my upper arm, another around my waist.

"Huh? I mean… hey."

"Hey." Swallowing hard, eyes swimming with the threat of tears, she went on, "I'm… just… it's not fair."

"What isn't fair?"

"That a little girl just gave me the best kiss of my life."

Blushing though I was, I managed to protest, "I'm not a little girl. I'm a grown woman; I just so happen to be in school, that's all."

"You'll be 'grown' when you can order that wine at a restaurant," she muttered, and I couldn't help smiling. "This is still a really… terrible idea, but…"

"It's good, though?" I insisted on knowing. "You're not just flattering me? I've never kissed anyone before."

"Stop reminding me how young you are," she whined. But when she saw me biting my lip, she closed her eyes and whispered, "The best. You just barely beat out Katsuya from my high school; he was really good, too. Like, legendary."

"Wow, high school must have been a really long time ago. How do you even remember?" When her eyes flew open, I dipped my head. "Teasing. O-or trying to. You really shouldn't shame yourself so much for this happening; it was… fate."

Her hand began to caress up and down my arm, and I felt the goosebumps dimpling and shifting under the light touch. "You believe in that stuff? Like fate? Oh - right, you still owe me a reading."

"Reading?" Her heeled foot raised up and waggled just in the corner of my vision, and I smiled bashfully. "Oh yeah… I don't know why I thought that would work."

"Honestly, I wasn't sure why you were asking about my shoe size until I saw the heels in the bathroom. So it did work; it just was very suspicious. Like, what is solestry, anyway?!"

"It's a real practice!" When she squinted at me, I shrugged and admitted, "So maybe it's not very widespread…"

"If you wanna play with my feet again, just ask. You don't have to make up fortune-telling excuses; I don't even believe in tarot cards or any of that."

Sure I was beet red by now, I whispered, "Wh-why are you so sure I'm some pervert? I just liked giving you a massage!"

"You did kiss them," she laughed. "And I'm teasing. But you keep getting all flustered, so if you want me to stop my teasing and let you play with them… just say the word and I will. I mean it."

"But you freaked out when we kissed. Why would that be any different? Because they're only feet?"

"In a word… yeah?" We both laughed. "Okay, okay, so you're not into it. I just… I don't know, I'm trying to think outside the box. Things that won't be as dangerous as that kiss was a few seconds ago. Do you want to take another bath?"

"Only if we're both naked."

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Sadayo was still gulping and gaping at me when I hastily averted my gaze to stare at the wall, my fingers flexing where they rested against her shoulderblade. Seconds ticked by in silence as we tried to figure out how to recover from that line.

"So…"

"Maybe we should go back to eating," Sadayo whispered.

"I thought you lost your appetite."

"I did. But um… that kiss kind of… woke it back up. So either I satisfy it that way, or…"

My eyes lifted to meet hers, and I was aware of how close our mouths still were. "Or we could do it in a fun way?"

"No. We really shouldn't do that. I want to, I… guess there's no point pretending I don't, but it's still a bad idea."

"I'm sorry I said such a stupid thing," I suddenly blurted. "I thought it would be funny, or flirty, but instead it sounded… kind of… scary."

"Yeah," she agreed with a hard swallow as she pulled me tighter against her side. "But I know you weren't doing that on purpose; I'm… this is why you don't date somebody nine years younger than you, right? They don't have the same experiences you do. I've been around the block a few times; you just got to the neighbourhood."

"Then show me. You're already my teacher at Shujin; teach me this, too. How to do it right instead of… of messing up and making you feel bad."

"This is not what 'sex education' is supposed to mean, you know," she chuckled. I smiled a little along with her.

"Let's finish dinner. I feel like you don't want to try more because you're worried about too many things, so maybe it's smarter if… we don't keep sitting on my bed."

A long whine issued from her mouth. "I kissed a teenager. On her goddamn bed, I must be out of my mind!"

"Yeah, but… think of it this way." I couldn't help smiling up at her as I whispered playfully, "You're hot enough to get a teenager to kiss you. On her goddamn bed. Has to count for something."

That did at least earn a giddy laugh from her as she facepalmed. "Sure. It means I'm a real vixen for a predator, right?"

"Hey, don't call yourself that," I scolded her, eyes darkening a little. I saw her blink in surprise at how insistent I was. "Not ever again. I'm the one who's been chasing you, not the other way around; that makes you an herbivore, I think."

"Well… I… sure, yeah," she admitted with a weary nod. "You're right, let's go eat. That duck was really good and I feel terrible that we kind of flirted our way out of finishing it."

"You really like my cooking?" I asked as we stood up, arms still loosely around each other. Now I was a lot shorter than her again - only because she was still wearing the heels. Which was at my insistence, so I had no one to blame but myself.

"Makoto, it was amazing. Where did you get that recipe?! Not that I can cook anything besides curry and instant ramen, anyway… what a failure of an adult I am."

"I think you're perfect," I breathed as we left the room. That only made her groan.

                                                    To Be Continued…

[the-godzilla-x-mikasa-blog]

The Start of the Relationship

Godzilla: Today I see that life is sad for me; I don't even know where to start. Okay; I see Anguirus talking to Baragon and Rodan, while they are in the lake; I know that Anguirus is in love with her, but I am not in love with anyone.

Nah, who am I kidding?

I love Mikasa, he's easily noticed, and I know someone else has noticed, maybe Gamera, he's the smartest of all and notices other people's problems

Gamera: I see my friend looking at Anguirus, Rodan and Baragon.

I know he loves Mikasa and he is very lonely and depressed in these last days because he doesn't know how to declare himself before her, her only friends are Anguirus, Baragon, Kong, Rodan and me; Although he doesn't get along with others anyway, he even helped them several times, but hey. I think I'm going to convince him of her to talk to her.

Gamera goes to where Godzilla is and asks him:

Gamera: What's wrong with you Godzilla?

Godzilla: Nothing, nothing's wrong with me. Go see if he already put the sow.

He responds to hide and try to get Gamera away by faking his situation without success.

Gamera: Hey, what if you talk to Mikasa? maybe you can ask her out on a date.

Godzilla: Date? And why would you want that?

Gamera: I'm not a fool, I know you're in love

Godzilla is perplexed, because according to him there was no way for anyone to discover his secret, so to get out of the game he continues talking to Gamera.

Godzilla: Well, yes, but how will she react? Will she feel the same?

Gamera: I have no doubt about that, do I?

He asked the last one after seeing that Godzilla was still down, so he tried to cheer up his reptoid friend.

Gamera: Come on my friend, we are friends. You can tell me anything. Tell me what is stopping you from doing it?

Godzilla: You should think again. She's in a relationship with Eren Jaeger and I can't betray her trust. No, things aren't going my way.

Gamera: I see

Godzilla answered, who was discouraged and therefore thought he would not dare to flirt with Mikasa, because he knew that it was not a good idea to betray the trust of his human friend Eren Jaeger. Gamera seems to understand until at that very moment an idea occurs to him.

Gamera: Something occurred to me.

Godzilla: Do you have a plan?

Gramera: It's very simple. Just tell him what you feel, you have to be very frank when it comes to expressing your feelings to him.

Godzilla: Do you think it works?

Gamer: And why not? I did that technique with Petra Ral when I met her and it worked. Now we are together.

Godzilla: Mikasa and I together? Is that your plan? You're crazy; that will never work. You've been locked in your shell too long, your head is crazy.

Godzilla responded in an aggressive manner. Obviously, Gamera didn't like the comment and made hints about Godzilla; this done, Godzilla eventually had to relent.

Godzilla: Alright, alright. Okay, okay. I don't think what you say works, but I trust you. But if I fail, go flirt with a Gyaos. did you understand?

Gamera: As you say (In his mind: Shit)

Godzilla: I just hope you know what you're doing.

Godzilla says that before jumping into the water and swimming towards New York, but before arriving, he has several difficulties.

20 kilometers from New York, a fishing boat is operating, but at that moment, Godzilla accidentally hits it from below, causing the boat to nearly capsize. Fortunately, it does not happen to majors.

Once arriving at the Hudson River in New York, Godzilla gets on a pier and walks into the city; and on the sidewalk he waits for a taxi that will take him to the multi-apartment where Mikasa lives. After waiting 5 minutes he raises his hand to hail a taxi, which stops when he sees Godzilla raising his hand; then Big G opens the door and gets in.

Godzilla: Good afternoon.

He greets as he gets into the taxi, at the same time the taxi driver responds with the same greeting. Going up the window next to him, Godzilla sees a sheet attached to that same window and then sees all the driver's personal data:

Full name: Phillipe Roache

Age: 52 years

Date of Birth: April 14, 1968

Blood type: A

Telephone number: 99 8756 3216

Knowing that Godzilla saw the data on him, the taxi driver pretends he didn't see anything and doesn't speak to him until he reaches an alley. Godzilla tells Roache to slow down and gives him his pay; then, before Godzilla comes down, Phillip advises him saying:

Phillip Roaché: Be very careful when crossing

After saying this, Roaché starts the taxi again. Arriving at the building where Mikasa lives, Godzilla knocks on the door, and surprisingly, Mikasa opens the door for him.

Mikasa: Hello Godzilla.

Godzilla: hmm… Hi Mikasa. I'm fine. Is Eren in there?

He waved and then nervously asked to be exposed.

Mikasa: No, it's not. Why, what are you doing?

He responded by denying, then asked. Hearing this question, Godzilla replies

Godzilla: Good. I was walking down the street and as my friend Gamera gave me your location… Well, the point is that I was going to your apartment and I was thinking if I could ask you something

Mikasa: Yes? You can ask me anything.

Godzilla: Well, um… do you want to… go on a date… with me?

Mikasa: U.. a date? Did water get in my ears or did you really say that?

Godzilla: Yeah, a date… I know it sounds weird and all, but… I don't know if you're going to…

Mikasa: Yes I want.

Godzilla: Really?

Mikasa: yes

Godzilla: Okay, where are we?

Mikasa: I think it would be a good idea for us to meet at the volcano on Monster Island.

Godzilla: Ok, well see you there.

Mikasa: Well, see you there.

Godzilla leaves the building and goes down the stairs. When he sees Godzilla come out of the alley, he makes a comment under his breath.

Mikasa: It's ridiculous that that lizard asked me to go on a date; but i'm going anyway I just hope Eren doesn't find out about this.

Godzilla walks the same path that he did to get to Mikasa's apartment to leave New York. Once he arrives at the Pier he jumps into the water and after a few hours, as night has fallen, he returns to Monster Island.

Back on Monster Island, we see Anguirus, Baragon, Balkzardan, Behemoth, Gamera, and Rodan waiting for Godzilla on the shoreline. After a while, the latter reaches the coast, comes out of the sea and receives his friends:

Godzilla: I'm here. Good evening, how are you?

Everyone: We're fine.

Anguirus and the Behemoth: And how did it go, Big G?

Godzilla: Alright, thanks for the question.

Balkzardan: Where is the date going to be?

Godzilla: On the island's volcano, Burning Peak. We will use it as if it were a restaurant

Baragon: We have to make the preparations and we have to do them well

Godzilla: You said so yourself Baragon, so it's time everyone started now.

Baragon: You heard Big G. Quick, let's get going.

Godzilla: Yes, while they do that I fall asleep there in the caves

Rodan: As you say.

Saying this, Godzilla goes to the caves and arriving he lies down on the ground. Before sleeping he says to himself:

Godzilla: I just hope it works Gamera, I just hope it works.

[the-cicer]

The most amazing thing is that no one calls out their flirting. I'm shocked.

"You think I'd let that happen? I'd die before I let anyone hurt you, Rin,"

The dialogue between Venka and Nezha is amazing, painful and sweet❤️

Kitay has been basically adopted by the Cike ❤️

Kitay and Golyn Niis speech

"They have a choice. Niang made her choice. She just happend to be dead fucking wrong."

So, Rin has in front of herself 3 journey interconnected: stop being just a soldier and becoming a commander with all the responsibility, free herself from Altan's memory, reconnect with her power again. Kitay is on a journey to free himself from the structures he knows (allies/enemies, rational/irrational). Nezha?

The dialogue between Rin and Petra and all Rin's vision of the Hesperian is just a very interesting perspective, being in that world that would probably where I'd come from, and with all the references to Europe and christian/monotheistic religion (the references are clearly to christianity, but the concept of "one maker" and the duality between order/chaos is common to the three monotheistic faiths)

Nezha is a shaman! (spoiler: he's not exactly, but it seemed so at this point)

Kitay whistled under his breath "Lovers' spat, you two?" Finally, someone called them out! The fact the Rebecca Kuang has managed to convey a love story where the two of them basically never even touch (at least for now), on one side amaze me, on the other it makes me think of the Crows, and finally it makes me realized that getting older, I feel less the need to have the couples touch to convey their feelings. They're sweet.

Qara ashamed of her family and Chaghan vouching for Rin. That's the content I'm here for ❤️

"I'm finished wondering now, Altan, I'm ready to kill you"

Nezhad is her opposite. Kitay is her twin. 🥺❤️

"It was a petty exchange and it didn't make Rin feel nearly as good as she thought it would" If Chaghan and Rin fucked (horrible tought, please remove the picture from my mind), she would be on top and they would insult each other during all the act.

It's a choice. You can choose to depart this earth together. Or you may break the bond." Foreshadowing, but also, up to this point I was sure Nezha would be Rin's killer in The Burning God, now I think Kitay could kill himself to stop Rin. All of this because one of the booktuber I follow, without making spoilers, defines Rin as a villain, so I'm kind of expecting her downfall at a certain point; but also because Rin's death seems the most plausible end of the saga since the first book.

Venka ❤️

They hugged 🥺❤️

"Nezha's over there." "And you'r afraid for him?" She whispered without thinking. "I'm always afraid for him" "Ah. I get it." Baji gave her a courious look. "You're in love"

Everyone can see it. You should not deny it, Rin. It's unbecoming.

Again, the all "We are all pieces on a chessboard that we not only can't control but can't even see" will always be one of my favourites themes.

Venka ❤️ Rin ❤️ The Cike

POV: he dreams you, just to see you die.💔

Why was it that whenever she looked at Nezha she wanted to either kill him or kiss him? That's the only thing I miss about being under21: hope and desire towards other human beings.

"Rin, pleas - you have more enemies than you think you do" Yeah, Rin, please, listen to him, because you're an ass who cannot strategize or see the pattern around herself. At this point, if he could dies I would think he'd die for her

I still have to listen to the last 8 chapters, but to be fair R.F.Kuang managed to create great male characters, that is rare when the protagonist is a warrior-woman. I love all of them: Nezha, Kitay, Chaghan, Baji, Ramsa, Altan (poor Altan)...

The dragon republic - Listening to the audiobook

Addiction, withdrawal, escapism from guilt, Altan

The Cike are beautiful

It's written ""Shut up about Altan," said Chagan", but it's read "Shut up about my husband"

Nezha ❤️

"Can't I be happy? I've missed you." He's so soft

"Your men tried to blow up my house"

Parent issues everywhere. For ones, we got lost-orphan 20yos that behave as you would expect them. Kinda. At the end of the day, blows up without the ability to really evaluate long term consequences is exactly what I would expect from someone who's almost a teen.

Considering how graphic was the violence in the poppy war, the guilt in the dragon republic is far easier to handle

Lusan was clearly untouched by the refugee crisis that had swept the rest of the country; it could afford to focus on luxury. The distance between the poor people and the simple soldiers vs riches and generals is a big recurring theme also in this one, especially between refugees and people who live in "luckier" provinces/cities.

Kitay lifted hios chin. "I want troops." I love you. You're my fav apparent cinnamon roll who can actually kill you, without letting you talk, with an arrow, under your breast.

For all her abilities, Daji seems to understand nothing about Rin

Chagan gets angry everytime Rin confuses her mental projections/illusions with his husband and I'm here for it.

If she wasn't making the decisions, then nothing could be her fault. I feel you, babe. Can't wait to see you open your wings and fly.

"He loved her and feared her," Nezha said. "They're not mutually exclusive"

Do you know the feeling my dear Nezha? Will you kill her?

Oh Rin, are you falling for him?

Are you letting him brag, Rin? Are you flirting?!?! I was expecting this, but still, I didn't think you could have such a flirting side

Chagan and his masochistic side 😏

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