#ok ok i'm going back to calling him god instead of got

[pharawee]

Are you thinking about me now?

[no-144444]

ruined for you- l.norris

summary: lando gets a wake-up call about his feelings for you

pairing: fakeboyfriend! lando norris x fem! fakegirlfriend! actress! reader

warning: SMUTTT, ngl yall, this is filthy. so, enjoy! 18+ please :)

a/n: kinda part 2 to cherry kisses. i'm thinking of making this an au series instead of my regular chapter-focused series?? lmk what yall think!!!

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He couldn’t believe it was happening. The feeling of your skin on his, your hands on him, your lips on his. It was maddening. 

“You alright?” you asked, breathless. “Do you want to go further or-?” you trailed off. 

“Please,” he whispered against your lips. He was desperate and he didn’t even care. “I want you.”

He saw the way your lip twitched and he felt accomplished. He was doing something to make you like this, he was doing something good. 

“Eager, are we?” you teased as you pushed his head back, pulling on his hair. “So good for me, Lan.”

Ok, he could’ve sworn he whimpered that time. You didn’t seem to care, too busy pulling off your top to care. He was glad just to sit back and watch the show. Those pierced nipples he fantasised about so often, on full display, just for him. Fuck he was hard, straining against his jeans as he struggled to his keep his hands to himself, and off himself. He’d thought about this a million times, his favourite fantasy coming true. You. 

“Like what you see?” you smirked, moving off his lap to pull off your trousers. He was genuinely rendered speechless. “Cat got your tongue?” you teased, playing with his hair again, sitting on his lap, bare pussy to hsi clothed crotch. “I like it better when you don’t speak anyway,” you smirked and pressed your lips to his again, a searing, all-consuming kiss. 

His brain short-circuited. His hands were hanging aimlessly beside him, until you placed them on your body, then he shot into motion, his brain actually working. He was groping all over your body, whimpering in your mouth, and grinding up to your pussy. “Need to be inside you, please,” he begged, his hands digging into your waist, trying desperately to stop himself. He could feel your tits against his chest, your hands in his hair, your bare pussy over his jeans. “I-I’m going to cum,” he admitted, grinding himself up to your soaking pussy. He couldn’t help himself, and even if he could, he didn’t want to. It felt too good.

“You’re going to cum?” you questioned, whispering in his ear. “In your pants?” 

He nodded against your neck, his moans and whimpers getting more and more desperate as he got closer and closer to his peak. You licked that spot just under his ear and he knew he was a goner. His moan was high-pitched and whiny, but you pulled him into another all-consuming kiss and smiled against his lips. He came in his pants like a fucking teenager. And it felt good.

You laughed against his lips and pulled back, making him groan at the loss of contact. He came in his pants like a fucking teenager. It was hot. “You’re so fucking eager,” you smirked. “And yet I’m the only one who’s naked.” 

He leaned back, pulling off his shirt. You barely had enough time to run a hand down his toned abs before he was hoisting you further up his body as he lay back and pulled off his trousers as he stared up at you from between your thighs. Shit, he was between your thighs. His cock pulsed against his boxers as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of one of your thighs, and we could’ve sworn he heard you gasp. He just wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to make you cum. He wanted to be good for you. 

“What do you like?” he asked, basically breathless.

“In what way?” you smirked. “Are you eating me out or fucking me?” 

God. He gulped. “Eating you out.” 

“Good,” you nodded. “Y’going to let me ride your face?” 

He nodded before he knew what he was doing. You moved up, and suddenly he was met with your pussy. He pushed his tongue between your pussy lips experimentally, and found your clit pretty quick. He racked his brain for any idea of what to do. He’d never done this before, and he wanted to impress you. From what he’d seen, he just fingered you and sucked on your clit, right? He hoped you would give him some idea of what you like as he started sucking on your clit. 

“Just…” you breathed out above him. “Fuck me with your tongue, yeah?” You were breathless, he was doing something right. 

He smirked against your pussy, his hands finding your waist to start you grinding against his face, making you moan out above him. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and you groaned his name, your hand finding his hair as you grinded harder. 

“Faster Lan, please,” you begged. “Faster.” 

He didn’t need to be told a third time when he had you practically sobbing on his tongue. He wasn’t fucking this up, and he could feel you pulsing against his lips. You were close. He was going to make you cum. 

“Cum for me baby,” he slurring against your cunt. “Need it baby.”

And you did. You came with a violent shake and a loud moan as he held your limp body against his face, tongue-fucking you through your orgasm. He smirked against your cunt-

“Wake the fuck up Norris, breakfast ends in 30 minutes!” 

The loud banging on his door and your angry voice was not what he thought would come next, but alas, the greatness of his dream was interrupted by the main character in it. You. 

He got out of bed, trying to shake off the dream, but he could feel the uncomfortable truth of his cummed-in boxers, and the way his cock was already hard again. “Go without me, just save me a croissant please?” he called back. 

“Suit yourself!” you shouted back, and he could hear your footsteps retreating back down the hall. He stepped into the shower, hoping to wash the dream off of him. The image of you naked in front of him was what got him through his second orgasm of the morning, and he got dressed and walked downstairs. Maybe he shouldn’t watch your sex scenes before bed? He noted it down for the future, and ran downstairs to meet you before another day of pretending to be your dutiful boyfriend. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asked as you handed him his croissant.

“Great, beds comfy,” you turned to him, smiling. “You?”

He smirked as he looked at your white tank, your nipple piercings poking through. “Wonderful. Really good dreams, actually.”

You stared at him, and he could almost see a hint of curiosity, but it was gone as soon as it appeared, and you moved on. “Alright then, we have like 5 minutes until the car is here, enjoy your croissant, I’m getting a coffee.” 

Fuck, he was ruined for you. 

And he didn’t even care.

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I neeedddd more Foxes on TikTok content! Them doing their own versions of trending videos and challenges like the "dress up as something that starts with your first initial challeneg"

Allison, looking ethereal dressed like a literal Greek God, glammed to the heavens: I'm Allison, I'm dressed as Aphrodite and it's the onw year anniversary of my boyfriends death so I better be the drunkest tonight.

Renee, wearing a real leather F1 jacket/jumpsuit that Allison for some reason has in her closet with a blow up steering wheel in her hand: I'm Renee, I'm a race car driver and I think Nicky might be the drunkest.

Andrew, dressed exactly the same as normal but has a stethoscope around his neck and a piece of paper saying "Aaron" duct taped to his chest just stares into the camera for 30 seconds until it's obvious Allison will not be leaving without an answer: when Kevin starts puking I'm leaving.

Once everyone has given their answer the video enda with a pic of Nicky and Kevin passed out in a bathtub together.

Or the Trauma Dump Candy salad video which goes off the rails immediately and PSU makes them take down 3 hours after posting

"Hiiiiiii, I'm Nicky and I'm a gay teenage father of two and I brought Nerd Cluster Gummies"

"I'm Aaron and instead of going to rehab my evil doppelganger locked me in a bathroom w a blanket and a weeks worth of canned food and I brought Reeces"

"I'm Allison and my parents didn't even yell at my brother when he got expelled from boarding school for having coke in his room but I got kicked out of the house when I showed up to my deb ball with a black eye and a busted lip after playing (and winning) an exy game. They didn't even ask if I was OK. And I brought cherry flavoured Twizzlers"

"I'm Neil ans whenever I burn something while cooking I have a panic attack cause I start to think about burning my mother dead body in a ditch on the beach and I brought ... Andrew what are these called? Oh, I brought sour patch kids"

"I'm Kevin, I grew up in a cult and I brought raisins" except he's body tackled by a blonde blur before he gets a chance to dump the raisins into the bowl.

Them posting stupid shit to popular sounds:

Aaron, sat on the couch, study notes laid out around him, energy drink cans littering the place: I want to sit back and enjoy my my evening when all of a sudden ...

Camera flashes across the room to Neil just minding his own business: ... I hear this aggravating, grating voice

***

The "My Shalya" sound over clips of Neil absolutely violating people.

***

Zoom up of Kevin in full Queen Day sttess mode on the sidelines of practice with the sound "yes I'm a drama queen, but it's not by choice" playing over it and when it gets the "it's genetic" part the video zooms out to show Wymaxk next to him with the exact hand on hip, stressed look on his face

***

Renee doing the "actually I do cuss a little" sound while she's getting her gear on to spar with Andrew and when it reaches the "probably fuck" portion of the audio the clip switches to her taking Andrew downnnn. And then there's a beat drop just cause.

***

Another edit of Neil but with the "am I the drama? I don't think I'm drama" sound.

***

Upperclassmen scrolling through news articles or flipping through sports news channels rhag are reporting on them while miming along to "is this fucking play about us"

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Some teammates, probably upperclasmen, definitely Nicky also miming along to "I'm sorry, not everybody fits in the bad bitch genre, it's a genre, not everybody fits on the he roster" while dressed in full exy uniform, with the caption "when you're coach only recruits the most traumatised bitches"

And forcing teammates to do "day in the life" "what i eat in a day as a member of the most fucked up exy team" and "ootd" videos.

Andrew (bribed with alcohol, ice cream and ten dollars) does a What I Eat in a Day as depressed mother of 3 whose forced to play stickball. There's no sound, its just the picture carousel style w block letters next to pics of his food:

Breakfast is a massive mug of hot chocolate with half a can of squirty cream and marshmallows.

Breakfast 2 is a big bowl of whatever sugary flavour cereal that's overflowing w E Numbers and almost illegal food dye you guys have in the US.

Snack 1 is a chocolate bar.

Lunch is a slice of pizza, fries and then there's a hand forcing salad onto his plate. Andrew adds a note to this pic saying "I'm allergic to green, Kevin's trying to kill me"

Snack 2 is a an energy drink and a cigarette

Dinner is a pint of ice cream

Midnight snack is just a pic of Neil which Andrew thinks is an obvious coming out without coming out vibe but everyone is immediately worried about Neil's safety and there endals up being a Reddit thread about Andrew being a cannibal.

Then they post a follow up video of Kevin reacting to this and he just watches on in despair saying "no. no. Andrew you have a nutritionist!"

[kayharrisons]

Caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face [Erik Campbell x Fem!Reader] [18+]

Erik Campbell has escaped death - narrowly.

So, naturally, his first pit stop on the way home is to the first dive bar that crosses his path.

The dive bar where you just so happen to be working that night.

His ex girlfriend. The woman he never got over.

The one that got away.

A/N: ok I know I said I wanted to get my other works out first but I just saw FD6 and 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I'm in love with Erik RICHARD HARMON I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE THE MURPHY DAYS anyway have this lil oneshot!!! Happy FD6 release day (note: it was release day when I started writing this LMAOOOO)!!

Warnings: fire mentions, injuries, drinking, smoking, death mentions, making out, thigh riding ehehe, piercings ;) , use of the word cunt and whathaveyou, lot of swearing from our boy LMAO, spoilers for FD6!

Minors dni!

Heat still licks at his skin.

The fire that could have killed him, should have killed him, is looming over him like a frigid chill. Ironic, he knows, but the goosebumps all over his entire fucking body speak for themselves.

If he'd worn one of his band shirts, or literally any-fucking-thing else, he'd be dead.

Lucky, the fire fighters had called him.

Erik prefers invincible.

He certainly felt it, in that moment.

Relief, yes. Smug at his cousin's theory being a big fat wrong-o, most definitely. Still jittery with nerves after literally falling into fucking fire, being branded and almost having his sweet as hell piercing ripped out, absofuckinglutely.

"Get ahold of yourself, Campbell," he breathes, laughing to himself as he trudges away from the smoked husk that was once his livelihood. Boss'd be pissed, but fuck him, he left him to lock up when he wanted to go home, grieve his father and drink himself into a fucking nice long sleep.

Yeah, fuck him.

Ri-fucking-p that sweet leather jacket too, by the way.

Saved him, sure, but god at what cost?

He should go home. Should change out of the ratty band shirt that is a few sizes too big and had been left in the lost and found box at work. Should cling onto his family tight and laugh at his luck.

He doesn't.

His feet, he finds, take him on a fun little detour, boots clomping against the pavement in a rhythm that's oddly soothing, like that of a heartbeat.

He's alive. He's alive. His heart is very much still beating, air is still flooding his lungs.

Take that death, motherfucker that you are.

A lamp-post sparks above him, and he flinches back with surprise, blinking at the light as it flickers weakly and then sputters to a dim end.

He holds up his hands, whistling low. "My fucking bad, dude. Jesus, can't even keep my thoughts to myself now?"

A pause.

"I'm not like grammy. Not gonna start that shit and yabber to the fuckin' walls. Fuck you."

That's all he has to say on the matter before he continues down the sidewalk, flipping the bird to the lamp-post as he saunters on down the street.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, kicking a loose pebble and watching it skip across the sidewalk as it would upon the flat calm reflection of a lake.

It's strange, wandering with no sense of purpose. Well, beyond heading home, but he knows that won't be his first stop of the evening.

It's just a matter of what catches his interest on his way there.

Initially, he debates stopping in at 7/11, debates grabbing himself some seriously unhealthy chips and an obnoxiously large slurpee that'll give him an intense as shit brain freeze and make him wish he was dead.

Ha.

But his feet pull him past 7/11, away from cherry syrup and fake cheese covered nachos.

They instead pull him to the end of the street, where the street corner diagonal from him is dimly lit red by one large sign;

BAR

Erik's lips curve up into a toothy, wide grin.

You take the last drag of your cigarette, tilting your head back against cool brick and watching the smoke curl from your lips and fade into the stars above you.

It's been a long night, so far.

Some firefighters had stopped in earlier after their shift, talking about the shitty tattoo shop a few blocks away that had burned down, about the poor man that had only lived by the skin of his teeth.

Or, rather, the leather of his jacket.

You can't help but think of Erik, wondering if it was his shitty tattoo place that had burned, if he was the one who had been inches from death.

No, you decide, flicking your cigarette butt into the trash.

Can't have been his.

Or else he'd have sauntered in here by now, would've taken the best seat at the bar and asked for your shittiest beer all the while staring down your shirt at your cleavage.

Or, well, that's what your boyfriend would've done.

You haven't seen him in a few months. Not since your last argument, your last screaming match post break up that was fucking Oscar or Emmy worthy.

You'd fucked him that night.

Because of fucking course you had.

You don't know what it is about Erik, even at his worst, or more terrifyingly his best, you would crawl back to him and beg him to fuck you like a goddamn bitch in heat.

The man melts your damn brain.

You can't help but wonder if he used one of those damn tattoo guns to etch himself deep beneath your skin, if he's penned himself into your bone marrow; the deepest and most intimate parts of you certainly feel like he has.

With a sigh, you push yourself off the wall, smoothing down your black shirt, your miniskirt, before heading back into the bar.

The juxtaposition of the sweet silence of your alleyway compared to the deafening dad rock of the bar is jarring.

You feel the beginnings of a headache, as you always do when coming back into work. It nips at your temples, the base of your skull. But it will pass, as it always does once you readjust to the noise level.

"You blow through a whole pack out there or something?" Todd asks you as he pours whiskey over ice, giving you side eye as you tie your apron back around your waist.

"Debated it," you hum, tying the ties in front of you in a neat little bow. "Why, you get a hoard when I dipped?"

Judging by the fact that there's only one guy at the bar and the tables are half empty... you're gonna go with a big fat nope.

"Just don't pull bullshit like that again, alright?" Todd scowls, to which you smile angelically back at him before turning around with a roll of your eyes as you start to polish glasses.

Fucking Todd.

You aggressively wipe at a smudge in a martini glass. Fucking Todd and his inability to clean his damn fingers before he touches glasses. Fucking Todd who's worked here not even a year and he thinks he owns the place. Fucking-

"Polish that any harder and you're gonna break it," comes a sing song voice from the end of the bar.

Your head whips around so fast it's a wonder you don't give yourself whiplash.

Erik is sat at his usual seat, elbows leaning against the bartop and expertly dodging any sticky patches. His hands are clasped in front of him, and you follow them up to his wrists, then his left forearm, which now boasts a piece of gauze likely covering a new tattoo.

"Doodling on yourself again, are we?" you ask, arching a brow as you instinctively reach for the shittiest lager you guys have on tap. Just the way he likes it.

"Less doodle, more memoriam," he shrugs, taking a swig from the pint with a content sigh and smack of his lips.

Your expression softens, any venom and fight leaving you within an instant, "I heard about your dad," you frown, reaching over and settling your hand atop his. "I'm really sorry, Erik. He was a great guy-"

"You believe in fate?" he blurts out, those icy blue eyes of his locked onto yours. You feel as though you're stood on thin ice, watching your breath in the air as you wait for it to shatter and pull you beneath and into the freezing depths. "Coincidences? Luck? Any of that bullshit?"

"Like... step on a crack, break your mother's back? That kind of thing?" you clarify, furrowing your brow.

Erik clicks his tongue a little. "No, not quite. Just... fate, like I said. Say every member of your family died a horrific death by the time they were twenty-seven-"

"Morbid."

"My dad got his face mown finer than the damn grass on the fourth of July, literally fuck off. Anyway... they all die by the time you're twenty-seven, but you live past your twenty-eighth birthday... what would you call that?"

You purse your lips in thought, considering your ex a moment as you lean against the bar. His eyes drift down your throat, glimpsing at your cleavage before flicking back up to your face.

"Luck, maybe," you concede, tilting your head. "Divine intervention, maybe."

Erik barks out a laugh, spraying some foam from his lager across the sticky bar. You scrunch up your nose, grabbing a rag to start cleaning.

"Fuck, sorry, babe, just... kind of riding on a high," he explains, pushing his dark hair out of his face, setting his glass down on one of the beer mats.

You'd instilled that into him during the early days of your relationship, ranting about customers who never had the goddamn thought to use the little mats.

Erik, at least when you'd dated him, had never set a drink on the bar.

You arch a brow as he leans in, his smile wide again. "I feel kind of fuckin' invincible right now. Legit on the greatest high of my life."

"Are you high?" you ask, giving him a quick once over.

"What? No. Do I look edible induced to you?"

You grumble your agreement that no, he does not.

"The tattoo parlour burned down," he informs you, casually, as if it's a completely normal thing to drop mid conversation.

Your heart stops in your chest, even if only briefly.

"Erik! Jesus Christ- are you okay-?"

"Fucking obviously, babe. Look at me, not a scratch on me- oh! Telling a lie, I did get this sick branding-"

He moves to lift up the gauze, and you wave him off. "Fuck- no, no. Don't wanna see that, you freak. Cover it back up, slut."

"How is this slutty?" he asks, bewildered, as he waves his left arm around. "In what universe is this slutty?"

"It's you," comes your flat remark. "You once humped a mailbox and asked if she was a good girl."

"...so?"

"You can make anything slutty, if you try hard enough." you say, tutting at him.

Erik considers you a moment, before his lips curl up into a devious smile. Like that of the Cheshire Cat.

You point a threatening finger at him. "Not an invitation, Campbell."

"Not even a little bit?" he asks, batting his lashes.

You hate that it's working.

"No."

"Boo." he pouts, before taking another sip of his lager. "...I almost died tonight," comes his soft admission, eyes glued to the tiny bubbles in his lager. "Literally was on fire. If I hadn't worn that damn leather jacket then... Jesus, I'd be right alongside my ole pops some time next week."

You reach out again, fingers gentle as they rest upon his.

He exhales, shakily, eyes flickering up to meet yours. "I almost died."

"But you didn't," you remind him, thumb gentle as it rubs back and forth along his knuckles.

"No," he agrees, voice softening in that way it always does with you. The same tone that turns your insides into mush. "I didn't."

And with that, he leans over the bar and kisses you.

You startle, lips tingling even as you lean back. "Erik!" you chide, shakily. "This is- we're broken up, we can't keep doing this. It super goes against what being broken up means-"

"Our break up," Erik breathes, eyes glued to your lips as if hypnotised. "Our rules."

That's all it takes to convince you.

It never does take much, when it comes to one Erik Campbell.

"Smoke break!" you bark out to Todd, as you toss your apron aside and dash out from the bar, grabbing Erik's t-shirt and pulling him along behind you.

"Fucking AGAIN?!" you hear Todd cry out indignantly behind you as the door closes, which you pay no mind to.

Erik has you pressed up against the cool brick wall in seconds, your face cradled in his palms as he slams his lips against yours.

You moan at the sensation, at the familiar feel of his hands, of his mouth.

His tongue pushes past yours without a second thought, in no mood to play fight for dominance. No, tonight, he's the one in control.

You slide your fingers beneath his tee, fingers lightly scraping up his chest, tracing designs of familiar tattoos that are burned into your memories.

You wonder if he's gotten anymore recently. It's tempting to rip that shirt off and find out.

But you control yourself, for now. Though your fingers do creep up his chest, lightly brushing over the piercings in his nipples.

Erik groans deep into your mouth, the sound reverberating in your mouth and straight down to your cunt which pulses with want.

You whimper, your hips bucking instinctively. You want him so badly it fucking aches between your legs, your underwear flooding with warmth as you think of his rock hard length filling you up. As you think of that damned piercing he got whilst drunk, and how it feels so fucking good when he-

Erik shifts, sticking his thigh between your legs. "C'mon, baby," he pants against your mouth, hands moving from your face and down your body. His fingers trail fire in their wake, leaving you feeling as though your skin is burning. His digits only briefly linger over your breasts before continuing southward and finally settling on your hips. Gently, he moves you forwards upon his thigh, and then back, then forwards again. "Be good and ride it for me, yeah? C'mon, sweetheart-"

You whimper again, and do as you're told. It doesn't take much more coaxing from Erik before you're leisurely rubbing yourself up and down his thigh. Your panties are a fucking mess already, and you know for a fact that Erik's jeans are going to follow suit soon. "I've missed you," you admit, eyelids heavy as you pick up the pace, grinding harder against his thigh as that ever familiar delicious ache begins to build.

"Missed you too," he murmurs, leaning forward and tipping his forehead against yours. Your noses brush with every desperate grind of your hips against his thigh, and his breath is heavy against your skin. "Fuck- didn't realise just how bad until-" he cuts himself off as he surges down, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips.

Your fingers reach up and tangle in his hair, holding him closer as you move faster, and faster and oh god yes you canfuckingfeelityou'resofuckingclose-

"Dude your smoke break is going on a little lo-OH MY GOD-"

Both your heads snap in the direction of a wide eyed Todd, who is averting his eyes from the pair of you.

"FUCK OFF TODD!" comes your joint yell, to which Todd does, in fact, fuck off, stumbling as he shields his eyes and returns inside.

All the while you are still grinding against Erik's leg, desperately chasing your release. It crashes over you just as the door slams shut, and you cry out softly as you come against Erik's thigh, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your hips.

Like you said; the man practically reduces you to a bitch in heat.

You pant softly as you come down from your high, leaning your forehead against Erik's shoulder as he noses at your hair, pressing kisses to your temple and forehead.

"...that'll teach him to fucking knock, huh?"

"We're outside, dumbass." you can't help but laugh, swatting at his chest.

"Dumbass that you just came all over," Erik sing songs, nothing but smug pride in his tone.

You lean back a little, eyes dancing over his face with a little smile. You could have lost him. You haven't been together in months and yet... the thought fills you with a terror you've never quite experienced before.

You've never not been in love with him.

"...I'm glad you're okay." you say softly, brushing his hair out of his face.

Erik nods, turning his head and pressing a kiss to your palm. His lips linger, his eyes flutter shut as he takes a minute.

Takes a minute to soak it all in, to soak you in. To think about whatche could've left behind, had the fire killed him.

But it hadn't.

And standing out here with you? Your slick heavy against his jeans, the smell of your perfume lingering in his nostrils, your warm touch...

If he thought surviving a fire made him feel invincible...

You make him feel infinite. Immortal. Everlasting. Untouchable.

"Yeah," he agrees, pressing another kiss to your palm. "Me too."

[transboyswitchytales]

Busy Woman

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Governor Claire DeBella (Alpha) x Student Fem Reader (Omega)

Sugar Mama Claire DeBella is having a hard time away from her bonded mate.

SMUT WARNING (MDNI) 18+

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But if you need my love My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place

You can’t believe how long your day was, but you got home after a horrible day of finals. Homework and papers were making you exhausted. Keys jingled as you opened your apartment. Kicking off your white Converse and throwing your backpack. B-lining it straight to bed. You felt nauseous and had a body ache. You shivered, sweat dripping down your neck. As soon as you hit the mattress, you fell asleep.

By the time you woke up, it was dark out, and you grumbled, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. The room smelled like you and something sickeningly sweet. Not like your heat, though. Something more floral and wet?

There was an irritating sound, and you tried to block it out and go back to sleep. But it just kept going. Realizing it was, in fact, your phone. The ringtone that sang out was the one you’d picked for Claire. You hear ‘ Call me Karizma’ sing Nails. 

Push me, shove me

I don't wanna have no gushy loving

Make it hot till your makeup's coming off your face but

Baby you aren't looking ugly, yeah

Hit me, punch me

Give me more, baby, this is nothing

Feel the sweat on your forehead soaking all of your bed

When we're fucking

I feel your nails in my back

Punish me for my past

Like how you're making it last

If you're gonna hurt me, hurt me

Your hands quickly fumbled under your comforter as the ringtone restarted again. You felt under the pillow until finally you found the vibrating phone. 

You swiped up, eyes blearily opening. You don’t say anything and lick your lips, trying to clear your sore throat. 

“Baby? Are you there? Are you ok?”

“Hmmmm?” You say confused. 

“Baby? You didn’t text me when you got home. I kept messaging you. I’ve called you so many times. I’ve been worried sick!”

“Mommy?” You rubbed your eyes. 

“Baby, I was so scared. I tracked your phone to see if you were home. I was ready to call a wellness check on you. It’s been hours!” Her voice sounds like she’s been through it. 

You look at your window again, seeing it was indeed nighttime. 

“Oh my god, what time is it?” Your voice cracks. 

“9:30, I’m in the car en route to you,” Claire says, and you hear her snap at the driver, telling him to take a left, she tells him it’s faster. 

“Wha?” You say sleepy and feeling groggy.

“Baby, you never answered me, and I dropped everything. I’ll be there in less than ten. Are you alright?” 

“Claire, you can’t come.” You say, and you hear the Governor snort. 

“I took a different car, no one is going to see me get into your building. It’ll be fine, let me worry about that.” She says like you are being silly.

“No, Claire, I’m serious, you can’t come here-”

“Why? Is someone there?” The sound is so broken and cold from her throat.

You are momentarily taken aback and you don’t answer, and you hear Claire growl deep. Something so animalistic it sounds like she’s got rabies.

“Answer me now Omega, do you have someone there? Is that what you are doing while I’m away? Is that why you didn’t pick up the phone? Someone’s fucking you? Someone’s touching you instead of your alpha? You are mated h-” Her voice sounds murderous and your body responds to it. 

“Oh my god, no! Absolutely not! Claire, I think I’m sick. My throat hurts, and I’m nauseous. I don’t want to get you sick.” You say, and you listen for Claire’s mind to release the idea of you cheating on her. 

“When did you start feeling sick?” She says, and her voice isn’t steady like it usually is when she talks to you. You hear her snap at the driver to cut through the parking lot, she couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I don’t know, I think this morning. But honestly, this whole week it’s been coming on. I went to class, but I hurt everywhere.” You say, closing your eyes, pulling the blanket up closer. For once, it feels rough against your skin. And another cold shiver wracks through your body. 

Your teeth chatter, and you regret the action because Claire hears it. 

“Baby, I’m gonna be there soon. I’ll stay on the phone with you, close your eyes. I’ll be there before you know it.”

“But I don’t wanna get you sick.” You say, and your voice cracks again, and Claire is having road rage on the other end. You hear her yelling at someone not turning right in a right-hand lane. 

“My love, I am not worried about that. I’m worried about you. Now close your eyes.” The governor instructs you, and you sink back onto the pillow and put the phone on speaker. Closing your eyes and falling asleep quickly. 

When you wake up, Claire is in your apartment. She’d used her key you figured. You are curled against her body. Her fancy cream dress she’d worn to work, is still on. But her heels are kicked off by the door. You shiver again, and she pulls you against her body. 

“Yes,” she says, and you realize she’s on the phone. Your head hurts so bad. You wince at her annoyed tone. The good news is you can smell her and that helps your mind at least.

“No, she’s waking up, and I’m going to take her temperature…. Lionel shut up. You can send me a bill…yeah I can afford it you fucking dick.” She says, and she pushes you back into the blankets, and your body is shaking. She looks conflicted about leaving you to go to your bathroom. 

But Claire’s worry wins out, going to the small white bathroom, she opens drawers to find a first aid kit. 

“Lionel I’m trying to find a thermometer keep your fucking hipster pants on….No, I’m ready to take her to the hospital…… She’s delirious.. No, I’m not being dramatic..I’ve been in her apartment for two hours and she keeps drifting out of consciousness and talking in her sleep..” 

Claire says, and you move your hand to grab your phone, and you unlock it. The iPhone’s screen is too bright, but you blink and see sure enough, two hours have gone by. The picture of a naked Claire is your lockscreen. You move the phone to the side table, and you swing your legs over the bed.  You feel yourself falling forward, and Claire moves with lightning speed, dropping your first aid kit on your bathroom floor. 

Her body moves to block you from plumetting forward. She grabs you and pushes you back so you lay on the bed. Feet dangling off the side. 

“Claire?” You say, and it’s whiny in your throat. 

“Hold on, my love.” Claire moves back to the bathroom and comes back with her phone and first aid kit. She puts Lionel on speaker, and you hear the scientist. 

“Is your friend mated?” He says and you can hear that he doesn’t believe whatever bullshit story Claire told him.

“Yes, she’s got a mate. What am I doing, Lionel?”

Claire thrusts the thermometer into your mouth. Her cold hands are pressed your forehead. 

“Claire I’m not gonna say shit. Is this your mate? Because her symptoms are in line with bond sick. If she’s been away from you for too long, this can happen. It’s not super common but if you guys have a pretty..” he coughs “frequent amount of sex, and she’s under a lot of stress…this can happen. Especially if the alpha is away too long.. They used to say it only worked on ‘true mates’…I don’t know how much of that you believe but…If she’s this sick?” He trails off thinking about science. Before Claire shouts at him again, not caring about true mates or science right now. 

“Lionel what the fuck do I do? Tell me how to fix it.” The Governor hisses at her friend. Guilt is coming off of her pheromones in waves. You put your hand weakly up, and she grabs it. 

“You can’t leave her-“

“Why the fuck would I leave my mate like this?” She growls at the other alpha. The scientist, to his credit, doesn’t growl back. Claire takes out your thermometer to read it. 

“Claire, let me finish, you can’t leave her in clothes. Her body temperature is probably fluctuating, and her pheromones can’t keep up. You gotta get her in the bathtub. Lower her body temp. If it was me..and this was my mate. I’d get in there with her.” 

Claire works quick, zipping the side of her dress and throwing it across the room. She moves and pulls down your pants. You try to stop her, your teeth still chattering. 

“Too cold-”

“My sweet girl I need to get you into the bathtub. Be good for me a little longer. I promise I’ll never let this happen ever again.” She says, and the strength in her voice makes your heart ache. 

“Cold water or hot, Lionel?” Claire says, and she pulls your boxers down. She hauls you to your feet and makes quick work of your wet sweatshirt. It’s sticking to your sweaty body. 

“Luke warm, is she on heat suppressants?”

“Why do you need to know this, Lionel?” Claire grits out, not wanting to talk about it with him. The voice makes a cracking noise from the speaker. 

“I’m gonna remind you, you called me. If she’s on a heat suppressant or birth control, that can make her really sick. Mixed with bond sick these fuck up her body’s ability to fight it.” Lionel says as clinically and precisely as he can. 

“She’s on both,” Claire says, and your body feels so achy and sticky. Worse than any heat you’d had. Claire wraps her strong arm around your shoulder, and you both walk naked across to your bathroom. 

“Claire it’s ok- I can call someone. You have so much work-“ you say deliriously.

“I’m not going anywhere, and no one is coming in here.” Claire’s alpha voice comes out.

“Yeah, it’s a really bad idea for anyone to walk in. Does your mate have roommates? Because you will be in an alpha standoff. It won’t be pretty. Like to the death…”

“No roommates,” Claire answers and feels so protective over you. She sits your naked butt on the toilet. Moving to start the water and make the temp luke warm. 

“What else, Lionel?” 

“She’s not…pregnant, right? I mean..birth control and suppressants aren’t 100%.” It sounds more condescending than he meant it to. 

“No, she’s not,” Claire growls through the phone. 

“Are you-“

“Yes I am absolutely sure. I’d smell her and know. She’s my mate. She’s my omega I’d fucking know if she was carrying my pup. The room smells different, though.” Claire snaps, and Lionel shuts up on the idea of you being pregnant. 

“Could you smell it from outside? Like almost floral-ie?”

“Yes.”

“You locked the door, right? Because if it’s a sweet scent, some Alphas will go into a frenzy.” Lionel said, and you watched Claire’s body look menacing now.

“I bought my mate four different padlocks and they’re all locked. I checked the windows, even. Also, I have a gun in my purse. No one’s getting in this apartment. No one is touching my mate.” She informs him, and you hear him gulp.

“You are one tough alpha Governor.” He says seriously, and she isn’t fazed. 

“Ok, what else do I need besides the bath?”

“Um.. don’t make me say it…” He says sounding unamused. 

“Lionel, I'll tell ‘you know who’ about that thing on your laptop. The secret file.” She threatens, and he’s quick to answer.

“Fuck her. Jesus, Claire, you don’t need to threaten me. Fuck her, your body is her best medicine.”

“But if I take her off birth control,” Claire says delicately, and you are relieved she doesn’t just take the bait and knock you up even in her angry, possessive state. You knew Claire would love you pregnant but you’d said not before you gradnauted and she was respecting that.  

“She won’t be pregnant while she’s bond sick. Her body isn’t responding like it should. So you can..finish inside or whatever. Scenting will help too. Just any bodily fluids are good. Ok, can I go now? I don’t wanna talk about this with you anymore.” Lionel sounds like a child in this moment. 

“Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Keep checking her vitals and make sure she has fluids. You can text me whenever. But don’t tell me any sex details. I really don’t want to know.” 

“Thank you, Lionel, I owe you. You can collect whenever.”

That was terrifying, you thought absently.

“I plan on it!” He hung up. 

Claire is strong enough to lift you, and you both end up in the bathtub. You are shivering and shaking like a leaf. The water isn’t super warm and it isn’t helping as you sweat. Claire is making it so you are straddling her lap. Your arms wrap around her shoulders and you realize how sweaty you are now. 

Trying to move out of your girlfriends embrace.

“No, no sweetheart. Stay with me honey.” Claire coo’s and then she does something you weren’t expecting. She lets her long tongue go flat and she licks the scar on your shoulder where she claimed you. Then she keeps licking your sweaty neck like she’s a jungle cat cleaning you. Your heart rate picks up at the feeling of her tongue against your sticky skin. 

It’s working though, your mind doesn’t feel so foggy. 

“Don’t stop. Oh god I must taste so gross though, and I’m getting you all sweaty-” You whimper and Claire takes a moment of solace in knowing it’s working. Before she pulls back to talk to you. 

“You always taste good. Don’t worry my love. I’m going to put my cock inside of you, ok?” Claire asked and it sounds so sweet when she says it. Like she was telling you she’s giving you some cough syrup for your flu. 

“I am so not cute right now, I don’t know why-” You shudder and her manicured nails move down to your cunt. You are embaressed by how much slick is there. You shake against her and your head falls back. 

“You are my mate, always so adorable. I always desire you. There’s never a moment I don’t want to be inside of you. It’s gonna help ok?”

Claire tried to be gentle with you. But the truth was the second she’d smelled you from the taxi she’d been hard as a fucking rock. Feeling the need to use your holes. 

“Inside, please alpha god.” You murmur and for the first time you realize how her cock is pressed against you and it was hot against your skin. Claire moves with practiced ease, she can tell that you don’t need any foreplay. You are swollen and wet as hell. But Claire doesn’t let her instincts take over. She only inserts half of her dick and you both moan in tandem. 

“More, god more please.” Your pussy clenches against Claire’s hot cock inside of you. 

“Slow-”

“No, it’s been too long. Please go inside. I need you so badly. I’ve missed you so much Mama please use me.”

Claire’s body responds without her say. Her thick cock pushes all the way in and you cry out in relief. Your pussy fluttering against her, skin on skin, your eyes fall close. Claire doesn’t move to fuck you, she wraps her arms around your wet body. The two of you sway to a beat that isn’t auditory. Bodys as close as possible, breasts against breasts. You inhale into her neck smelling her expensive perfume, clean shampoo, and something so signature Claire. Calming pheramones are pushed around the room, and you can’t tell who started them. 

You stay in the tub for a really long time. You’re not sure how long. But when you wake up you are dry and dressed. In a very expensive long mercedies town car. 

You blink and realized that your entire comforter is wrapped around your body and someone is in your blanket burito with you. Blinking you see Claire is staring off to the side. She’s got dark circles under her eyes.  

“Claire what’s happening?”

“I’m taking you home baby.”

“I thought we were home? We were at my apartment how’d we get here?” You said confused and panic started to come to the surface. You look over to see a bunch of boxes and your three suitcases. Claire packed your shit. Your school bookbag was on the top. 

“No gorgeous, I’m taking you home, to our home.” Claire’s arms are strong and tight against you but you pull back enough to look into her sad blue eyes.

“Claire?”

“We can talk more inside, we’re almost at the townhouse. I packed everything I thought you’d need. Tomorrow you’re going to end your lease-”

“Claire!” You were awake now. You saw her gulp but she looked so tired.

“I will contact movers for the rest of your things in the morning-”

“Claire!” You snap unable to believe her right now. She was being such a paranoid alpha.

“We’re coming out in a press conference in two days. I already emailed my team-”

“You are being such an asshole right now! You can’t just make these decisions! That’s such a toxic alpha thing to do Claire! Come on we talked about this!” You tried to push off of her chest but she grabbed your wrist hard, harder than she ever had before. You saw Claire’s teeth bare, knowing the alpha in her wanted to growl at you and pin you. Remind you of your place. Which was ridiculous, that’s not who Claire was! But Claire cleared her throat instead. 

“Baby-”

“Don’t Baby me-” You snapped and Claire lost her composure now. She pulled you tightly against her and she let you have it. 

“You didn’t hold your unconscious lover against your body in the bath for four hours. So until you’ve experienced what I just saw you don’t get to tell me what I’m capable of! I thought you were going to fucking die. I thought it was all my fault! That I had come too late. So no, I don’t much care about your landlords opinion or your furniture. Or whatever CNN or Fox is going to say. I want the love of my life. My fucking wife to be safe and warm in my bed. No more of this long distance bullshit. It’s done. You can be mad at me as much as you want, in the comfort of our home. You can yell and shout at me and tell me how I’ve taken your choice away. Like I’m the bad alpha of this story. But my god will you be safe, and that…that will be enough.” Claire panted like she’d just run a marathon with you. Like her heart was broken. 

The car stopped just then and you felt like you wanted to cry. But the omega inside of you wanted to give into her. You’d hated the long distance and so had your strong Governor. Claire had done it for you. She’d been relieved to not have to do a big press conference. But not because she didn’t want people to know you were her mate. Because she wanted you to have a little bit of normal. Get to be a college student. But now, now she needed you home. Safe.

You were both snapped out of a trance of staring at each other. 

Larry, a nice Beta from the Bronx tapped on the glassdoor. Obviously he smelled the mixture of upset and alpha pharmones all in the car. He’d probably have to go get it cleaned to get rid of the two of their smell. 

Claire pulled the blanket back and you saw she had on her dress from earlier again. While you were in black sweat pants and one of Claire’s college sweatshirts. You would have normally found it cute. She’d even put on your light blue fuzzy socks with your lucky white converse. Claire knew you and it showed. But you refused to focus on that. You were pissed at her. 

Claire opened the car door and put her hand out and she took you. Pulling you into the townhouse and easily resetting the alarm system. 

Your jaw was jutting to the side in obvious upset. When you’d imagined coming home to Claire you hadn’t thought it would be while you were unconscious. Larry surprised you by coming in with your boxes. He moved them easily into the hallway. 

“Thanks Larry.” You gave him a sad smile and he nodded. 

“You be easy on her flower. Governors been a mess without you.” He whispered to you and you felt a little guilty. But he turned on his heel and went to get more boxes. 

You walked into the house and inhaled. It smelled like Claire, but it was also a little too clean. Obviously she didn’t spend as much time here. Claire walked into the kitchen to pour herself a scotch and get you more water. She was concerned about the amount of fluids you’d lost. 

When she walked back into the hall you took your shoes off, and then went to grab the alcohol from her hand and she pulled it back. Before giving your palm the water instead. You rolled your eyes but took it. Taking long sips you were really thirsty. 

You both didn’t wait for Larry, walking up the stairs you went up two flights before going towards the guest bedroom. Agatha grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt and pulled it like a leash. You couldn’t believe her, but then again you could. 

“Nice try.” Claire said sarcastically knowing you were trying to be passive aggressive and she wasn’t going to put up with that. Guiding you into the master bedroom. You walked in and rolled the blankets back before pulling all your clothes off. Knowing Claire’s rules when you two slept next to each other. You were always supposed to be naked. You didn’t want to forgive her right now. But you also didn’t wanna fight right anymore. 

Going into the middle of the bed you grabbed Claire’s pillow and inhaled. Claire’s eyebrow twitched, she was suddenly jealous of a stupid pillow. She took the dress off again, bra and underwear gone. Letting it fall and not caring about putting her clothes away right now. Claire moved into the bed and you tried to pull away and she growled. 

Then got on top of you. She grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them over your head. You felt her strong cock against your hip. A bit of wet precum leaked against your skin.

“How long are we going to play this game little girl?” Claire leaned down so that you were sharing the same breath. 

“You-”

“I know, you don’t like that your alpha made a decision without you. But it’s time. You need my knot. I need you safe. I need…god damn it I need you. Can we make a compromise for the night? Then tomorrow you can be upset with me again?” She offered and her tongue pressed against the side of her cheek and you watched the muscle move in her mouth. 

“I can be really mad? All day?” You clarified. 

“Throw things, run up my credit card, smash all the vases in the house if It makes you feel better.”

“Tomorrow?” You leaned in and it sounded more like a whimper. Claire’s cock became fully hard at the noise her omega was making. 

“Tomorrow.” Claire says and you close the little distance and kiss her hard. She greedily takes every inch of your mouth over. Claire’s desire to fuck you on FOX may come true if you keep making those little noises. 

“Breed me?” You pout and Claire laughs grabbing your hips she opens your legs and you wrap them around her hips. It’s a vice grip and Claire doesn’t have any plans on trying to get out of it. 

“You were so mad at your alpha two seconds ago for forcing you to move in with me. Now you want me to fill you up with my seed?” Claire’s voice is dark and raspy and you nodd. All anger leaving your body and only want coming back. You’d been feeling so ill and the physical proximity of Claire was making everything better. 

“Touch me please, It’s been so long.” You cry and you try to free your hand to grab onto Claire’s cock. But her perfect nails dig into your wrists. You can tell she’s about to go feral. She closes her eyes and tries to stop herself. You see her counting. And you shake your head. “Let go Claire. Use me.”

Claire loses whatever composure she was working on when you say that. Releasing your wrists she moves her dick and pushes into you. 

Her fingers go down and pinch your clit hard and you scream. She holds your clit between her nail and finger and then she fucks you with abandon. Her hips seeming to have a mind of their own. Like Claire isn’t even aware of her own actions. Like only her alpha need can see you right now. You twist and cry and scream and Claire doesn’t stop. 

The wet sounds of your cunt being ruthlessly hammered into. You don’t assist you just hold onto Claire’s shoulders with your nails. 

Claire fucks you like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do. Like you are her last meal. Sweat is rolling off the Govenor and her pupils are blown. 

You are about to cum and you bite your lip and your eyes roll back trying to contain the noises and Claire leans down, not liking you quieting yourself. She bites down hard on the soft spot where your neck meets your shoulder and your toes curl. Blood comes from her bite. You wail until your voice is gone. 

And Claire keeps going and you realize she’s holding on, and you can’t have that. So you decide to do something you read in a smutty book. See if it works here. Reaching up you grab her hair and she jerks in surprise. 

“I thought you were going to be an alpha and breed me? If I wanted a good time I’d just call a friend.” You said it and something so sinister crossed Claires face that you wondered if she was going to lose it. If you’d be in even bigger trouble. Her knot twitches against you and fills quickly and she slaps against your body in a way that stings now. 

“I’ll invite everyone of our friends over so they can see you get pregnant for me. Is that what you want omega? Is that why you think you can taunt me? You need me to show you what you are?” 

Your mouth opens and nothing comes out as her knot is pushing against your soaked abused cunt. And you can’t believe how big it is and that Claire is making it go in so slow, and you can’t breathe. But Claire fucks you with precision until the knot is inside and you two can’t move. It’s pressing against your walls. You are almost painfully ful. 

“Hold my cum inside baby. Be good for me. And maybe I’ll forgive you for what you just said.” Claire sucked your neck leaving giant hickies and you shuddered. Knowing that her knot wouldn’t deflate for hours and she was going to do whatever she wanted to your body in that time. 

To Be Continued...

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

Arguments Between Twins as Told by Stanford and Stanley Pines:

if the few minute difference between their birth times matter (it does)

If not age, how to decide who gets to shower first (rock paper scissors triangle? Stanley, I am not incorporating a triangle into this children's game. I think you are exploiting my trauma)

Who has the worst ex, as sparked by the previous argument (Who, Stanley, could possibly compare to an interdimensional world-ending demon? You know what, I don't want to know)

Who's more of a criminal (MULTIVERSAL CRIMINAL, Stanley, it's in the name. I mean, what have you done that could have compar--- oh. That's not... that's not the kind of crime I'd thought you'd say. You really shouldn't joke about that)

How many jokes about trauma are too many (I'm not trying to overregulate your healing, Stanley, I'm just saying that humor as a coping mechanism can only go so far until it becomes detrimental to---)

How Ford has managed to remain such an egotistical ass (that's not fair, Stanley. Nearly as unfair as you pushing me into a portal)

Is it unfair to show your brother the burn scar from when he pushed you into a red-hot rune on the control console of the portal that he made (Stanley. That's enough)--

See above argument (this is your problem, Stanley. You still haven't grown up. You're still immature, childish, and resort to illogical tactics and low blows to win battles instead of resolving arguments in emotionally mature ways. How you survived this long without me, I'll never know. God knows if you didn't find purpose in bringing me back from your mistake some ditch would be calling your name right now)

...

(Stanley. I didn't--- that was too far of me. I just--- thirty years drifting across worlds, surviving in environments that are unrecognizable to the human condition---)

(The things Bill put me through--- I can't bear to even think of them. What he's done to me- I don't know if I can recover from them. And you... you don't deserve that)

(I'm sorry, Lee)

Are you allowed to lightly punch your brother for saying stupid things, and also apologize at the same time (sure, Lee, if that's what makes you happy)

How to convince brother that all you need to be happy is for him to be happy (...)

How to awkwardly walk away to take a shower after an emotionally vulnerable conversation (it's OK, Lee... hey, wait! Who said you got to shower first? Stanley, get back here!)

[cinnamongrl2006]

Ok hear me out- shower sec with Bruce.

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ •Bale!Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader•⊹₊ ⋆୨ৎ mdni, 18+!!!

Warnings: Vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex

a/n: I watched The Dark Knight at the movie theater on Sunday and my life changed, I loveee Bruce Wayne, guys; in fact, I need him. Also, I can't believe there's 200 of you already, wowzas.

You’d been arguing with Bruce for the past thirty minutes. It all started shortly after you woke up. He was already up, a steaming coffee mug in his hand, with another on your bedside table. The plaid pajama pants he wore sat low on his waist, and he smiled at you when you opened your eyes. You mirrored his expression for a second, but then your gaze fell on a bruise that ran down his side and up his chest.

"Bruce, what happened?" You sat up in bed, sleep no longer sticking to your limbs.

"Rough night." He let out a humorless laugh and ran a hand through his already messy hair.

He hoped you’d relent, look away, and stop asking questions. Maybe you’d sigh worriedly and mumble something about how you disliked him being Batman before getting up and going on with your day. Instead, you got up from the bed and started scolding him, following Bruce around the room as he went about his tasks. He seldom argued back, knowing there was no bite in it—he knew you were right.

You followed him into the bathroom as he undressed, not stopping the argument. He insisted it was nothing—no broken bones, just a gnarly bruise. "It doesn't even hurt," he claimed. You knew he was lying because he would wince whenever he raised his voice, his arms stretching out to prove a point.

Your reply caught in your throat as he finished undressing and stepped into the shower, shooting you a playful smile.

"I can't hear you from out there. Come in and scream at me all you want," he called out.

God, he was smug; he knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. So, you took a rain check on the argument and joined him in the shower, expecting soft kisses and whispered apologies against your skin. Instead, you found yourself backed up against the wall, under the spray of the showerhead.

He smiled against your lips. "I'm fine, you know?"

"Stop lying for one second, will you?" you said, deepening your frown.

"Yes ma'am." He didn't even give you a second to react before he kissed you fervently, hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer against his hardening length.

Your heart raced as the heat of his body pressed against yours, but the worry nagged at the back of your mind.

"Bruce, seriously, you need to be careful," you managed to say between kisses, your voice laced with both desire and concern.

"I will be." He brushed off your worries, one of his hands tangled in your hair, the other dipping between your thighs. "Just relax, sweetheart."

"How could I relax when you're getting hurt every night and—" Your words were cut off with a moan when you felt two of his fingers dip inside you.

You gripped his shoulders as he pushed the pads of his fingers against your spongy walls. Your hips grinding against the palm of his hand. You whined at the loss of contact before you felt the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance.

He grunted as he pushed in, slowly, and picked up a pace. Your nails dug into the skin on his back, leaving little indents on his shoulders.

The hand previously on your hair moved to lift up your thigh and wrap it around his waist, his other hand rubbing circles on your clit.

"Bruce I—" You whined.

"You're close? That it sweetheart?" He breathed out.

You shook your head before speaking, "I'm not done arguing."

Bruce laughed and picked up his rhythm, trying to prove a point to you and to himself, with what purpose he didn't know. Your moans got louder and you threw your head back, his mouth latched onto your neck, kissing and nipping wherever he could reach.

He felt your breathing get ragged, your voice louder. He felt your legs give up on his hands and your hands pull at the hair on the nape of his neck as you came with a loud moan. He came shortly after, kissing you as he emptied himself inside you.

"Still mad?" He panted.

"Not mad, just worried." You breathed as he worked his way around you to clean the both of you up.

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Requests are open!!

@prettywritergirl2 proofread this 😛

[midnightshindig]

I know you have a lot of requests so I feel bad about adding another request to the pile so feel free to ignore this if you're too busy but how about Cecil and delinquent!kid reader? (Like the kid is Cecil's kid). Like the kid gets into fights at school, skips class, spray paints buildings. Like classic teenage rebellion stuff.

Cecil is such a hardass I want him to him a delinquent kid. I'm leaning towards Cecil and the kid having a good/ok relationship and they're acting out to have fun but you take the request in whatever way you see fit! (If you don't want to do Cecil/don't know what to write about, how about Donald instead? Or anyone else you think would be funny to give a delinquent kid/little sibling.)

Cecil & Delinquent!Child!Reader

probably not going to do too many more of this genre of Cecil request, but I like the idea of a lovingly rebellious teenage child reader

hcs under the cut!

You and your dad had a pretty good relationship

Don't get me wrong

he's BUSY

but he shows up when it counts

You know a lot of the things your dad should be at, some GDA intern shows up to instead

but there's the intent, and they always come with a personalized message from Cecil.

He wasn't there to get photos of you in your prom outfit with your group/date, but he made sure there were plenty of photos being taken

All in all, things weren't bad, you had dinner whenever he could spare an hour or so, and sometimes, in the super chill months, Cecil would even take you to things like the movies

and you'd always been a good kid

A/B student, a "pleasure to have in class", a bit of a backtalker but it came from a place of curiosity and a natural born sense of leadership

if the worst he got from you was the occasional sass when you asked a teacher why you had to ask to use the restroom, that was alright with him

What WASN'T alright with him, was the first day of your junior year of high school

he'd been called to the office and assured this wasn't something that could happen over the phone

Not even the GDA can sway the power a public school front office lady possesses.

So there he is, in some public high school's principals office, with his crisp grey suit crunching into the plastic of the underfunded office chair he sat on

"Mr. Stedman, your child was... distracting in class today, to say the least. A blatant violation of the dress code-"

Cecil cut him off, a sharp bitterness in his voice "You called me here because my child was wearing the wrong clothes? Really?"

The principal coughed "Well- Y/n responded to their disciplinary waring with extreme hostility, calling the teacher an-" he checked the papers in front of him before cautiously reciting "'ornery fucking prude' were their exact words."

Cecil's eye twitched "Where are they, then? What was so bad that they had to be disciplined in the first place?" his waning patience was obvious.

The principal responded by using his telephone to call the front office "Send Y/n Stedman in."

You were wearing a tanktop. Not a low cut or particularly inappropriate tank top, mind you, a regular cut two-finger strapped tank top. God. Forbid.

Cecil was furious with your Principal and took you home immediately

"What a prude-" Cecil stated decidedly, ranting about the insanity of it on the car ride home.

You just had poor administration.

Or so he thought

Two months later Cecil got reports that you were being driven home in a cop car

He supposed he couldn't really be surprised, after all, in the last two months you'd already exceeded the normal limit on missed days, Cecil having to pull the government card to keep you enrolled

He teleported home right as the cop knocked on the door

"Hello officer, how can I help you?" he levelled a glare at you: what have you been getting into?

Your eyes responded with a roll: nothing, get off my back

the officer was blissfully unaware "Uh, sir, we caught your kid here spray painting the CVS down on Dupont Circle.

"....spray painting?" Cecil's tone was genuinely confused

of all the things?

"Yes sir, spray painting. Nothing obscene, seems just like tagging, but criminal nonetheless." The cop gently released his grip on your arm, allowing you to step inside your home "The manager of the building has decided not to press charges, but they are expected to clean the building. Please get in contact at your earliest convenience."

With a tip of his hat, the cop left

leaving Cecil with his newly convicted child

"Really, Y/n? Petty vandalism?"

You scoffed "Dad, it was just art! I wasn't doing anything wrong, this whole city is covered in graffiti-"

He groaned "It isn't just the 'art'-" he mocked you with finger quotations "It's the skipping, the blatant disrespect to your teachers, god... Y/n next thing you know I'm going to find you in cahoots with the Mauler Twins on national television!"

You folded your arms, lowering a glare at him "That's low, even for me."

"Ugh-" Cecil flopped defeatedly into the dining room chair across from you "Why are you doing this?" his frustration broke into defeat "What's going on, kiddo?"

Your eyes warbled back and forth as you stared at him for what felt like forever

before you let out probably the biggest, most pent up sigh of your life

and you laid your head on the table unceremoniously

"I don't know, Dad. It's not like I'm trying to get into trouble." You looked askance, your face pressed into the hardwood of the table

"I just want to have some fun, wear what I want, and be a normal teenager that does normal teen rebellion stuff."

Cecil could empathize with this, but conversely:

"And normal teenagers get in trouble when they do normal teenager stuff, Y/n. Like right now." He gapped the distance between the two of you, resting a fatherly hand on your shoulder

"I love you, kiddo, and getting in trouble for breaking some flimsy dress code is one thing, but you gotta keep it within the law. I can't protect you when you do dumb stuff like this."

"I know..." you mumbled, not wanting to meet his eyes

Cecil sat next to you, pulling his chair over "Look, you and me are gonna disagree on a lot. and that's fine, we don't have to agree on dating or clothes or anything. But on stuff like this, you have to trust me. You're my child and I want you to have fun in high school, but I also want you to graduate and get OUT of high school."

his words broke through to you a little, and the guilt of being sent home by the cops crept up through your spine, spreading through your nerves until you felt nauseous

"I'm sorry, Dad....."

Cecil's expression softened, his eyebrows raising and his eyes widening "It's okay, kiddo. Just do your best, that's all I ask of you."

He pulled you into a brief hug, before letting you go

You returned the gesture by pulling him into a tighter hug, your arms wrapped around his waist

[yuri-is-online]

Hey, Yuri, do you think Yuu would ever run the risk of being put in danger by having a romantic relationship with any of the more high-profile members of the cast? I mean, we’ve got royalty, nobility, celebrities, and the very wealthy attending this school. I’ve just been rotating my brain about how these relationships would work out and Yuu is a pretty vulnerable target without NRC’s security. - 🦐

Hmmmmmm. I have a bunch of thoughts about this actually... I tried ranking them from least to most dangerous if that makes sense? But don't read too deeply into the bullet point placements they were mostly just a stream of consciousness thing.

Not that Risky (surprisingly)

Leona- we don't really have details about his brother's marriage, but I don't think his family has been shown to be overly keen on forming alliances with outside countries, the Savannah seems more concerned with itself. I don't think his family would be too fussed with his partner being a magicless person from outerspace, if anything this might be seen as a plus to the councilors that are always mocking Leona behind his back as his partner's lack of royal blood makes him even less fit for the throne. Not to mention Leona himself is more than enough to protect Yuu, he's the only royal at the school without a proper retainer (which you could argue is because no one at home likes him) but I doubt his family would let him do that if he was genuinely in danger.

Rook- he's Rook. His family does sound rather sweet from the very very very little we know about him (he also seems like he was kind of sheltered as a kid, something I should chew on sometime) so I doubt they would allow anything too bad to happen to Yuu.

Vil- his main issue is his contract, the Japanese Idol industry is cut throat and often sees things like bans on relationships as part of the contract. Vil doesn't want to risk his career or reputation, he mentions that he himself is a brand and I can't see him wanting to put that pressure on Yuu if they're not up for it. But... there are also celebrities who have really private personal lives and I sort of get the sense Vil is like that? And I don't think he would be too bothered if Yuu didn't want to be super public, it would certainly make it easier to keep you safe.

Idia- S.T.Y.X. might be a gloomy place but no one knows where it is

Medium Danger (danger is real but can be managed)

Jade and Floyd- we don't actually know what their family does, just that it's probably sketchy and that Mama Leech calls them every day, taught them self defense, and just generally seems to worry about them a lot. The danger is very real under the sea, but I also sort of get the sense that messing with the Leech family is skipping the fuck around and going straight to find out.

Azul- his business is going to make him enemies sooner or later, but at least during school Yuu should be more or less safe. Azul's able to keep on top of the students who mean Yuu harm, and Yuu is able to politely ignore their boyfriend's business (or maybe they have a knack for helping?) When you get older I can see Azul's need for a security team expanding, but he'll have money to get the best.

Riddle- ok so. I don't think his mom would try to kill you. But god she would be such a toxic person to manage. I'm actually working on a (very old) request atm that involves discussing what Riddle's mom might do if she finds Riddle with a partner instead of his studies (which I assume she's paying for) especially during his internship. She'd go full scorched earth and get very confused when Yuu doesn't back off like Trey did.

Huston We Have a Problem

Kalim- the amount of assassination attempts my poor boy has already canonically endured... I imagine there are probably going to be more in his future. I can see Yuu needing their own retainer (which could be a fun concept for an oc) to protect them and test their food. When Grim becomes a great mage I'm sure he could help with that actually, wouldn't that be cute?!

MALLEUS- acceptance of humans is virtually non existence in Briar Valley AND his mother hated humans so much she "blessed" her child to only be loved by fae. We don't actually know how the senate works but I imagine they would lose their ever loving shit if Malleus brought home a human as a friend and now he wants to make them his spouse? No. They say no. Time to show them what an absolute monarchy means I guess.

Assuming Yuu isn't in a relationship with Malleus I could see their friendship actually sort of being a boon to them, especially if Yuu was with Kalim or Azul. Pissing of the merchants is one thing, but the King of the Abyss? No thank you, they'll just take their losses and go.

[h1biscusgal]

ASKS IN A BUNDLE BC IM TIRED : PART 3

YESSSS FOR EVERY QUESTION MY LOVE.

NAH ITS OK, WHENEVER THIS HAPPENS? LITERALLY BE DELULU (ik some people say it's bad to say be delusional, i meant don't feed further into it and take it as a funny shit)

i literally know and been there, i have every proof but my mind wants the material, i simply go by my logic where "i don't see oxygen but it's a fact i breathe it, so the same with my DR."

oh my god i'm sorry what the fuck??? first of all my deepest apologies, are you fine now? i seriously get you and understand what you mean, have you confronted him? tell the school if he's in the same school as urs or actually alert someone about it on higher position to take actions, hacking is no funny business no matter how much "ashamed" your posts are (WHICH ARE NOT, NEVER BE ASHAMED MY LOVE, FUCK THEM). keep calm in the meantime and don't panic at all! affirm continuously that everything is under control, and don't let real life threats mix with your mind, good luck!

MWAH I MISSED U MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, YESSSSS THIS IS COMMON, it's a state where your mind is actually entering UNAWARE OF ITSELF, but once you say "omg i'm entering" your body will hold u back saying "wtf we are entering? that's not allowed, this only happens when we are unaware." focus on a point or count backwards and simply do WHATEVER you want as long as you keep your mind off it, simply exist and whenever you get the symptoms? be like "oh yeah that's nothing."

OK EASY THING I USED TO DO AND HELPED ME SM: daydream.

no fr, i love daydreaming and imagining scenarios like i'm bayonetta or sm shit (i fucking love netta) anyways, distract yourself gently, feel your body getting pulled back to your senses? be like "oh wait there's another scenario hol up" and go back to it for fun, IGNORING in the best way, but if you're really wanting to get in it without it all, wake up in the dead of the night and try.

I ADORE U SO MUCH MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ML

THAT'S BEFORE HYPNAGOGIA, hypnagogia is where even when you are numb or see colors, YOU'LL FEEL TRIPPY AND KINDA HIGH.

that's my experience yall, don't come for me,

like i feel being pushed pulled rolled and literally being done everyshit to me, i seriously understand the boredom part but trust me, this time? go and go, affirm and affirm no matter how much it takes, feel bored? imagine what will you say when you wake up and send me a success ask about how you entered and got in! good luck!

FOR REAL UGH, Y'ALL THAT'S LITERALLY IT.

IT IS ACTUALLY MANIFESTING CALLED REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY TECHNIQUE.

hate, negativity, fear, and whatnot is actually a very VERY big metaphor that helps people get their desires bc of how powerful it is once you KNOW how to use it, and no i don't mean go hate yourself, but since this anon KNOWS that whatever she says the opposite happens, it actually applies to her reality. i used to say "ugh i hate apple juice so much"

and then for some fucking reason i keep drinking it.

my mother wanted to go to med school so bad, but she kept saying "i fear engineering, i can go anywhere but never there."

guess who's there then? she PULLED this to her life instead of telling herself she's already in med school.

IQWUEGFYEWQ FIRST CONGRATS BBY, OK TO BE AWARE IN IT, you can either ask yourself thru the day "am i in the void?" so much to the point you'll ask yourself that when you're there, or just repeated "i always stay aware in the void" before sleep like a mantra and that can help a lot, BUT GOOD LUCK DARL I KNEW YOU CAN DO IT.

OMFG GIRL IF YOU STAYED A WHILE LONGER YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN THROWN IN THE VOID.

THAT WAS HYPNAGOGIA BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO WAKE UP FROM IT, i get the fear tho like it is TRIPPY as FUCKKKKKKKKK, BUT CONGRATS YOU WERE SO CLOSE MWAH.

oml you always are in the hypnagogia already-

when you're there, that's the point, throw every anxiety aside, you're literally one second away from everything, stop the "i can't" and flip it to "i can."

watch the thoughts like you're watching tv, at the end every thought will go away and leave a blank tv, there we go, that's the mind clearance, do that before entering, GOOD LUCK.

SYMPTOMS ARE NOT SIGNS MOST OF THE TIME, THEY R JUST YOUR BODY SENDING SIGNALS WHEN SOMETHING NEW IS HAPPENING, when you enter a pool, your body goes cold first, right? that's adapting, same with symptoms, continue as though you already have them bc having them or not having them have no meaning at all!

nah shifting time is in your hands, frustrations are a food to the belief that you need time to shift.

to shift, you have to THINK from your DRSELF, not AS your DRSELF, credits to someone on youtube i heard from, but either way, shifting is not by time, it's by decision, it's not about the method, not about the time, not about the duration, it's simply about you, ACCEPT YOU CAN SHIFT, acceptance is when even when you did not shift, the ability to wake up being like "nah i still shifted, that was fun." that's acceptance y'all, shifting is in your hands darl.

HI LOVE, it's not "reaching" it's just being aware when you reach it, bc every functional human gets it before sleep, and yeah you actually can feel your body bc hypnagogia is not the void!

sit somewhere, and just talk with yourself, why are you scared? what's holding you back? argue with it, tell it to leave, do whatever, but you are the one in control, you overthink it too much, shifting is just being and the void is just awareness, that's all my love.

because once you change yourself, reality will follow.

ITS OK ML, hell yeah you can manifest them with u! you can simply manifest them to be in your timeline as though everything was that way, good luck!

HI DARL, ok so that's actually such a good idea, BUT I CANNOT PROMISE IF I CAN AT THIS MOMENT, but i can promise you whenever i have the time to instantly make one, alr? GOOD LUCK,

hi doll! first of all, i hear you and i understand you, i know how it can feel.

but reality can NEVER fail you, once you decide, it has been decided already, this means changing EVERY thought of the exam, not just "oh i have xyz grade".

it means feeling and KNOWING what you answered was already correct and you know it is, you know you have it and you won't even have one ounce of anxiety, it's like you ordered something and laid back to watch it come to your doorsteps, NOT: didn't order it but i tell myself i have ordered it.

yk?

time does not dictate it, start FRESH and start new, throw all the victimization off, you can do it!

HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ALREADY A MASTER MANIFESTER WHY U LIMITING YOURSELF BBY.

there's this block in your path about it, THROW IT AWAY, and nah it's not ab ignoring or to "have faith".

actually stop giving a fuck and know you'll have it, get doubts, tell yourself "but i literally manifested xyz." omfg my hand hurts.

[nomazee]

dan heng x gn reader — 1.6k — long overdue continuation of my dumb delinquent au (and the two remaining fans cheer in delight), high school au, probably very americanized, probably ooc, very super incredibly vague implications to sad things but it's so blink-and-you'll-miss-it, himeko is dan heng's adoptive guardian in this au, do u guys hate me for the hoops i'm jumping through to squeeze every character in this au, reluctant friends-to-crush-to-lovers fast/slow burn unbearable unspoken feelings trope

drabble no. 1 of this series/universe, u should probably read this first heh...

notes: hi guys, i'm back after taking yet another unplanned year-long hiatus, hope u missed me! (the crowd stays quiet) i bring u another delinquent au drabble because the worms got to me and i couldn't help it OK, OKAY?!?! enjoy! :3

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Dan Heng hasn’t seen much of you in the last week. 

It’s unusual, he defends his worries to himself, very unusual. Despite not having a single class with you, he sees you often. In the last few months since he’s known you, he’s seen you at least three times a week after school, sometimes bloody and other times free of any injury, but the point is, he sees you. Talks to you, lets you walk him home (and pointedly doesn’t let you take him to any antique stores or overpriced tea shops on the way there). 

Today is Friday, and the fifth day straight that he’s stood in the courtyard behind the school for thirty minutes after dismissal, waiting for you to show up, appearing in a breeze of glitter and dust like a poorly-practiced magician. It’s the fifth day straight that you haven’t shown up, and he’s starting to realize how paradoxical your friendship feels. 

Dan Heng is hesitant to even call it a friendship. It feels weird—it’s like he’s known you for years, like he’s grown up with you on the same block in the same neighborhood, except in truth he’s only known you for three months, and he just learned your birthday last week after (embarrassingly) prying it out of you. He doesn’t know where you live, which front door to knock on so that he can check up on you, he doesn’t even have your phone number. All he can do is circle the perimeter of school grounds, waiting for you to show up, or looking for a top hat somewhere so he can pull you up out of it like he’s the poorly-practiced magician and you’re the bunny that he’s unethically shoved into a top hat. 

Luckily for him, though, fifth time’s the charm, and on his (miserable, lonely) walk home, he bumps into you as he rounds the corner to his block. Like, really bumps into you.

He hears a semi-familiar shout of horror as he stumbles back, the sudden slam of pressure on his nose making his eyes water, and he clasps his hands over his nose (it doesn’t hurt that bad, he swears), and then your hands are grabbing his shoulder and giving him a firm shake before he can even process that it’s you he’s just stumbled into. 

“Oh!” You shout, and he registers the tilt of your head through his watery, cloudy vision, “It’s you! I was looking for you.”

Dan Heng feels like— laughing, dryly, or maybe grabbing your shoulders back and shaking you until you reflect on how ridiculous you sound—as if he wasn’t the one wandering school grounds for an hour each day for the last week in search of you, like a lost dog, and god he really hopes no one caught him doing that, but at the very least March 7th definitely saw him, which means it’s going to hit the rest of his social circle eventually and he’ll have to hang his head in shame and stay silent when all his friends ask him why he was moping for five days straight. 

“Looking for me?” he mumbles, repeating your words instead of coming up with a thought of his own because he’s still sort of reeling from the sudden sight of you and the buzzing ache in his nose. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Oh,” you say, yet again, and he feels your hands take his wrists and pull them away from his face so that you can get a good glimpse of him. “Nope, no blood. Thank god. I’d feel really bad if I had to return you to Himeko with your face mangled.” 

“Return me,” he echoes again, and in two seconds flat he sobers up and straightens his posture and finally gets a good look at your face. “What? Where have you been?” 

“Around,” you answer vaguely, like you always do, and Dan Heng is now half a step closer to actually shaking you by your shoulders and turning you upside down until the truth falls out of your pockets like cartoon coins. “I’m back now, though! I wasn’t going to get a perfect attendance award anyways, so it’s kind of whatever.” Your lips quirk up into a stupid smile, and your eyes are scanning his face and his potentially bruised nose bridge. “Did you miss me?” 

“Yeah,” he admits, like an idiot, and he unfortunately doesn’t miss the sudden stalling of your expression, the way your smile freezes for half a second and the twitch in your brow. “No,” he quickly rights, but it’s a moot point by now, “whatever. What do you mean, around? Have you been at school at all this week?” He finally looks down at your clothes, which are very much not any kind of school-uniform-adjacent garb, but rather a collared shirt with some kind of logo on the top left. 

“I’ve been working,” you say, and it’s maybe the most honest and straightforward answer that Dan Heng will ever get from you, so he relishes in it for a moment. “You know, a job. Have you heard of that before? Jobs? Employment?” 

“That’s allowed? Are we allowed to work?” 

“Well,” and you do it again, glance off to the side before coming back to him, “I hope so. I’m not looking to quit this job so soon. They hired me, so it’s all good. I just had to miss school this week so they could train me, but I’ll be back on Monday. You’ll get your daily dose of me again soon, don’t worry!” 

Working. Dan Heng doesn’t know much about your schedule, what you do after school besides annoy him and walk him home and get into fights with seemingly invisible and untraceable and unnameable people, but this feels like one more piece in a thousand-piece puzzle where half the pieces have been drenched in water and bent. He feels two steps away from knowing more about you at the same time that he feels miles away. 

“I’m at the movie theatre,” you tell him, “so you should come visit with your friends some day. Four to ten P.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You can introduce me to your friends properly, you know,” and you have that nearly-tense, nearly-dishonest quirk of your lips, and you’re looking right at him like you’re trying to tell him something without saying it, “unless you’re too embarrassed to let them meet me.” 

This is not the first time you’ve said things like this, not by a long shot. Dan Heng thinks back, and is sure that you say something along the lines of aren’t you embarrassed at least once for every two times that he talks to you. Scared you’ll get caught with me? you asked him just last week, like being with you was a surefire way to get cursed or shunned or ostracized. Dan Heng doesn't get it, and it doesn't sound like you want him to. 

“No,” he says, steadfast, realizing belatedly that your hands are still around his wrists from when you’d tugged them down off his face, and his skin beneath your fingers is heating up rapidly, but so are the tips of his ears. “That’s not it,” and he really doesn’t have the strength to say anything deeper than that, so he dodges, “what were you doing on my street? Did you go to my house?” 

You’ve been caught. Sheepishly, you let go of his wrists, one hand going up to scratch the back of your neck instead, looking at his neighbor’s dead half-dead rose bush next to the sidewalk. “I kind of figured maybe I’d check in on you, or something. Ask to hang out. But when I came at three, you weren’t home yet, so I just kind of hung out with your mom. I was leaving just now. Figured you were busy, or something?” 

It’s an open-ended question, one that Dan Heng is very unwilling to honestly answer—if he did, he’d have to admit that the task that was oh-so-arduously occupying his time after school was sitting in the courtyard like a grieving wife waiting for her spouse to come home from war. He shakes his head instead of explaining anything—that should be enough of an answer. 

“She gave me cookies,” you continue in lieu of a real response from Dan Heng. “Seriously, am I the only one that eats them, or am I, like, stealing your only source of food every time I come over?” 

“The first one. I hate those things. They’re dry. I don’t understand how you eat them like that.” 

“Woah! Rude! Whatever, more for me. Hey, you’ll help me with all that schoolwork I missed, right?” You punch him in the shoulder playfully, which might’ve knocked the wind out of him had it been aimed any closer at his sternum. “I think we have almost all the same teachers. And I'm a quick learner, so it won't be so bad for you."

“Fine,” he says with a faux reluctance that would really only be convincing to a child, “I can walk you home.” 

“Haha,” and you punch his shoulder again, soothing it this time with a pat before you trail your hand up to the side of his neck, clasping the side of it with your warm palm, like you’re holding his pulse in your hand, and Dan Heng holds his breath so you won’t easily feel the rapid thump of blood underneath his skin, “maybe next time, champ.” 

You’re smiling again, laughing when you look at the paling expression on his face, like you know something he doesn’t, and he barely has time to feel disappointed at your easy rejection before you laugh, breathy, one more time, and say goodbye. 

(Himeko, to Dan Heng’s utter misery, hounds him for “details, the whole story, what did they say, Heng?!” the second he steps into the threshold of his house, keys still dangling from his hand. Terrible, awful, miserable. He does in fact, tell her everything.)

[afortoru]

𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: you express your love to him in this soft moment when you're both cuddled up on the bed.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Genre: smooch ball fluff

Warnings: you might fall in love...none lol

Word count: 925

A/n: wrote this when I was crying while missing him once, pretty much self indulgent....also a comeback fic ig <3

It's not easy....

It's not easy to love The Strongest but it sure was easy to love Satoru.

The way he holds you,longs for your touch when he comes back from a long mission,when he smiles softly playing with your hair strands while you're half asleep.You know he loves you,he never fails to keep raising the bar for himself. Sometimes it's the intimacy you share, sometimes when you both are coddled up in the quiet peaceful nights and sometimes it's just you two laying under a bright sunny sky in the winters. 

You know your man deserves the world. You'd do anything and everything for him,too much to say that you want to protect this precious being. 

But mostly it's him,he's always there. God,Satoru would turn the world upside down for you.His world brightens when a smile spreads across your face. 

It's 12 in the midnight right now.You rested your head on his chest feeling his heartbeat,your heartbeat. 

Satoru smiles gently,caressing your hair. Oh how much he longs for moments like this.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" You asked,breaking the silence.He looks down at you,wondering what made you ask it.

"Uh...not really since I just got some important work done.Why sweetcheeks?"

"Can you take a day off?"

Satoru smiles before nodding."Why, Missing me too much?",he teased with a light smirk across his face. 

"Yes.Hate it when you're not around."

Oh.... 

He loves when you show your dominance over his love,after all he's all yours.He loves it when you ask him to stay instead of telling him to go otherwise principal Yaga and the students would be mad at him. He wants you to pull him closer when he's about to get up from the bed at dawn to face the world. He longs for when you actually show your longing for him.

"Don't worry, I'd take a week off for as long as you want my lovely wife",he smiles cupping your cheeks. 

You lean forward,your chin pressed on his chest as you face him up. 

And when you notice his eyes,those beautiful crystal blue eyes deeper than the ocean you feel like there's his younger self behind those eyes wanting to be held closer,wanting to be loved without being demanding, wanting to be loved without being called out too clingy or childish,wanting to be loved as a human, as Satoru, as your Toru.

Your Toru….

You didn't realize when the tears brimmed into your eyes and came right down to your cheeks.Satoru's eyes widened...why are you crying,he's right here.Why'd you cry?

"Hey baby....look at me I'm here. I'm staying here forever,by your side.", he tries to convince you but you hide your face in his chest before looking up at him.You wipe your tears and smile lightly hitting the side of your head. 

"God I'm so stupidly in love with you,I'm not crying it's just....happy tears."

Satoru smiles softly before putting your hair strands behind your ears and cupping your face.

"I love you and we both are stupidly in love with each other, ok?",he said, making you chuckle as you nodded.

His heart swells with the amount of love you couldn't help but shower him with as he pulls you gently into an everlasting hug.

You know this is your love,that you and Satoru build through all the ups and downs. 

He looks at you like you're some blessing that was granted to him not knowing how much he needed it. 

“I love you too,Toru.Love you so much that I might say the corniest stuff right now so I'll shut up.” 

You both chuckled and you swear how much you love his voice, his soft chuckle is what your heartbeat sounds like. 

“Then say it…”,he bends his head down gently biting your soft cheeks.“...please I wanna hear it, sweet cheeks.”

You looked up at him smiling giddily.“I'll hide the sun if it bothers you,I'll stop the rain if you don't like it, I…I wanna take away your pain from the past and give you the happiest future.Just come back to me,I don't care about anything. Never hide your emotions from me, Toru…never please.Promise on our love, I'll fight the world for you.”

Why would you say something like this? How can Satoru love you more than he already does? 

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the longing which made his breath hitch.

“Baby…” he cups your cheeks into his palm and leaned closer to kiss you as you wrapped your hands around his head and caressed his hair, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

The emotions he's feeling right now is overwhelming. He kissed you since he doesn't know how to respond. It's mostly him being so vocal like this but today you decided to switch roles and oh god, his head is spinning. If it wasn't for you holding him so close right now, feeling your soft touch on his skin he'll think this was all just a dream. But it's not, it's real.

Satoru could die a happy man in your arms, but he can't die now since he has to live for you. He'll come back to you, doesn't matter wherever he is. 

In this world where nothing is his, he's assured that you're his forever. His love is all his. 

Dividers by @rookthornesartistry

[seaglassmelody]

A Word With Friends!

Hello hello! I am your host for this week's version of @hedwigoprah's lovely game! I was stuck between a few words for this week, but I picked one that was a little less sensory to mix things up!

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! 

This week's word is: Sanguine

Definition (Adjective): optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation. OR Definition (noun): a blood-red color

My piece is under the cut!

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Bellara was anxious. So terribly terribly anxious.

Cyrian wanted to talk.

Cyrian was always so good at talking. Confident, reassuring, mellow. His reasonable words and calming tone were essential for her as a child, when her brain got too busy and everything was so loud.

And now…

She needed to be good at talking too. She had to make him see, to make him understand. He wasn't helping their people. He was hurting them.

Hurting her.

"Bel?"

Bellara jumped, knocked out of her spinning thoughts by Rook's quiet call.

"I-I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Rook smiled sympathetically. "Just asking if you were ok."

"Oh. Well." Bellara chewed her lower lip. "Is it ok if I say no?"

Rook gently grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop.

They couldn't stop yet. Cyrian was waiting. In the clearing up the hill.

Waiting for her.

"Bellara, will you breathe with me for a few seconds?"

"Rook, we can't-"

"Cyrian will wait for you. If he's anything like you've described, he'll wait as long as he has to." Rook was calm, relaxed. Her pink eyes were kind and understanding. "He's your brother. He wouldn't be asking to talk if he didn't care. He still loves you."

Rook was always like this, somehow, in the face of inescapable pain and high risk of failure. Bellara wasn't sure how she did it. They've faced down a darkspawn horde, an archdemon, blighted dragons, two gods - their gods - and every step of the way Rook has held them together with a kind smile and a sanguine attitude.

"I…still love him too." Bellara admitted quietly, hugging her arms around herself. "But what if he won't listen? What if I say it wrong and he leaves? What if I…" She trailed off. Every time they talked about this, she was reminded of what he might make her do to him if he didn't stop. Didn't turn away from Anaris.

And every time she hid away from that reality. She couldn't face it. She didn't want to think about it.

This had to go well.

"He will listen, and you won't say it wrong." Rook rubbed Bellara's shoulder reassuringly. "The Cyrian you knew is still there. Even if…" Rook paused, her nose wrinkling in that way it did when she was really thinking things over, "If he still needs time, that's fine. Making him question is still progress. You're opening the exit door. It's still his job to walk through it."

"And if he doesn't…?" Bellara's voice was weak. She hated how small the question made her feel. She hated that she was leaning so heavily on Rook to relieve her of this burden.

Rook's grip tightened on her upper arm. "You won't have to deal with it alone. If it really came down to it…" Rook took a deep breath and released it slowly. "You won't have to face it by yourself. We're with you, every step of the way."

So Rook wouldn't say it either. But the look on their face…

Bellara knew Rook would do it for her in a heartbeat, if it meant she wouldn't have to suffer.

But she wouldn't ask for that. She couldn't.

Not yet.

Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to match Rook's relaxed, even breathing.

"All right. I…I think I can focus now. I can do this." She gave Rook a shaky smile. "Let's go."

Rook nodded firmly, giving her arm one more gentle squeeze before letting go.

"Let's go get your brother back."

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Tagging to start: @strugglinggranola @serensama @tkwritesdumbassassins @thedissonantverses @tacoteddy22 @thecraftybaroness @himluv @notyourmamasdeerbat @bubblecat-co @mythals-whore @operative-arrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @seaglassmelody @sidneysussex @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @jenn2d2 but please tag me if you do it! I'd love to see and share! No pressure, I know everyone worked really hard on Davrin week and made some really awesome stuff :D

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Here's a crack Stobin idea

It's platonic Hanahaki by instead of puking flowers, it's migraines and mind reading.

***

After they're injected with the same experimental mystery drugs in the Russian spy bunker, Steve wakes up two days later with a killer headache.

Must be the concussion.

Except throughout the day it gets worse, worse than his migraines after his fight with Billy. He tries to go to sleep early, but the pain's so intense he seriously thinks his head might implode.

Does he call Robin?

They aren't what he'd call friends. But they survived torture together, so that has to mean something, right?

No, he decides. She's got her own problems and it's almost midnight.

He's up, can't sleep. At 6:30am he wraps an ice pack around his head and sits in a warm bath. At 7:30am he's throwing up water and bile. By 9am he's got a bloody nose and he's popped a blood vessel in his right eye. Just as he's about to pick up the phone, there's knocking on his front door that feels like a hammer to his skull.

Robin's on the front stoop, the front of her Fleetwood Mac sleep shirt covered in drops of blood and she's holding a wad of napkins to her face. She's crying and practically collapses into his arms.

The pain recedes so quickly he gasps. He didn't realize how difficult it was to breathe. The sharp stabbing behind his eyes is gone and it feels like he hasn't eaten in days.

Robin's still holding his shoulder, looking at him with wide eyes. She moves the napkins and even though her face is a mess of dried blood it's clear the bleeding has stopped.

"Steve, what's going on?"

"How the hell should I know?"

Her hand slips from his shoulder as he backs into the house, and suddenly the pain's creeping back in. It's minimal compared to before. Robin grabs his hand again and the pain recedes.

He looks up and she's staring at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open like a fish.

"I do not look like a fish!" Robin scoffs.

He didn't say that.

"Oh holy shit you didn't say that!" she practically screams at him.

She grips his other hand, squeezing them both tight as they stare into each other's panicked eyes.

Oh my god playing on loop between them, yet Robin's mouth isn't moving and he's pretty sure his is closed.

Can we read minds?

I have no idea Steven I've never done this before! You're the freaky stuff expert.

It's called the upside down Robs.

He's so bitchy.

I'm not bitchy!

"OK we have to stop this," Robin finally says. He knows she said it. He saw her mouth move and everything.

"Jesus I'm not sure I can handle your brain Harrington I've already got enough going on up here on my own."

"Yeah tell me about it," he replies as he thinks about her rambling about nothing for hours on end during shared shifts.

Robin sighs, squeezing his hands again as she scuffs her shoes on the white tile.

For what it's worth, I like your rambling.

A light smile ghosts her face. He always feels better when she's smiling, and that gets a wet chuckle from her as she wipes her teary eyes.

"Ok," Robin says, putting her game face on. "We're going to figure this out and I've got some ideas."

~~~

s4 follow-up ficlet

[psy--conic]

Reading the Iliad, Book 16 thoughts

This is my first time ever reading it and I know next to nothing abt greek mythology so if I interpret anything wrong by all means pls correct me

Im reading the Robert Fagles translation

Patroclus has his moment in the sun. Too bad the god of the sun doesn't like him all that much

Haven't finished the book but I'm pretty sure this is my favorite chapter

Patroclus makes it back to Achilles' tent in full-blown tears and instead of being helpful Achilles says "You're crying like a little girl clinging to her mother's skrits and that's really uncool of you."

LMAO like Achilles wasn't doing the fucking same in book one

Achilles then wonders if Patroclus has heard news back from Phthia, maybe one of their fathers dying.

Patroclus basically tells him that it's a shit show out in the camp and things are not looking good for them.

This man even gives Achilles the benefit of the doubt and asks him if there's some prophecy Achilles hasn't told him about that is barring him from fighting. Achilles is like "Agamemnon disrespected me and it's not deeper than that tbh"

Bro..

I feel like we have to give Achilles his flowers here bc if he isn't anything else he's committed to the bit THAT MAN IS NO QUITTER. In the worst way possible ofc

Achilles calls Patroclus "My Prince🥹" IM FINNA CRY

Then we get into the whole "Put me in your armor" thing and Homer writes Patroclus as "condemned to beg for his own death" so we love that ig

Achilles tells Patroclus to NOT fight Hector and to just push the Trojans away from the ships and to definitely NOT try to take Troy without him.

Achilles stresses that Apollo may kill Pat if he does any of those things.

Honey, you got a big storm coming..

"Sure" - Pat

Jump back to Ajax (greater) bc he's kinda on the ropes, he's tired, he's being swamped, he's struggling

Achilles sees this and he's like "Okay hurry up and get out there NOW"

Patroclus takes every piece of Achilles armor except for the shield and the spear because no man besides Achilles can even lift them

Achilles assembles the Mrymidons into 5 battalions, led by 5 men I don't feel like naming to all be led under Patroclus and Automedon

While they ride off into battle Achilles goes into a chest of his and pulls out a super nice cup, fills it with wine, and prays to Zeus while pouring it on the ground

He prays for two things: "That the Mrymidons push the enemy back AND for the safe return of Patroclus." Zeus only grants one of these wishes

Take a wild guess which one🥲

Okay so Patroclus literally kills 15 people consecutively... AS IN ONE RIGHT AFTER THE OTHER

Sarpedon sees Patroclus going wild and he decides that he really doesn't like that so he hops off his chariot and begins making his way toward Pat.

Patroclus hops off his chariot to meet him halfway

Zeus is stressed as hell bc he doesn't want his son to die so he wrestles with the urge to just sprit Sarpedon away from the battlefield and away from danger

Hera tells him that he absolutely cannot do that because all the gods will hate his ass if he pulls a move like that PLUS he changes fate which means that all the other gods would do it too

But does Ahprodite not pull that move like every other chapter? No one's up her ass about it so why can't Zeus

Zeus is literally crying tears of blood but he says ok

Sarpedon and Pat start going at each other, and both miss a couple of spear throws at each other until Patroclus picks up his spear, lunches it, and hits Sarpedon square in the chest.

Rip Sarpedon

Glaucus calls out for Apollo to heal his arm (bc Teucer shot him in it) Apollo heals him so he grabs a bunch of ppl to protect Sarpedon's body from being stripped

Patroclus goes to both Ajax's and tells them that Sarpedon is dead and that they have to get his armor/keep pushing the Trojans back.

More fighting, more dying

I noticed that Homer was actually talking to Patroclus during this book ("Patroclus O my rider, you did [insert action here]) I think this is the first time he does this so far (correct me if I'm wrong)

Anyway, ppl are still fighting over Sarpedon. Zeus is watching from afar and he just can't decide when Patroclus should die but he says "Not yet"

😔please stop

The Greeks end up stripping Sarpedon's body anyway

The Trojan army is shaking in their boots bc holy shit Patroclus is kinda fucking insane rn. Even Hector wants to go home at this point

The Greeks end up pushing the Tojans ALL the way back to the walls of Troy

Patroclus tries (and fails) three times to mount one of the towers BUT Apollo is a cheater and keeps knocking him down

Homer says Troy would have been taken that day if Apollo had not intervened.

On his fourth attempt to scale this fucking tower Apollo knocks Pat away again and yells "BRO THIS ISN'T EVEN UR DESTINY GO TF AWAY." 😭😭 wtf

"Okay my bad" - Patroclus🧍🏾‍♂️

Hector is inside the gates of Troy and bro does NOT wanna go back out there rn

This whole poem is just Hector not wanting to even be there and I don't blame him

Apollo comes to Hector in the form of his uncle and encourages him to get back on the battlefield bc Glory or something idk

*Sigh* so Hector rides out and makes a B-line straight for Patroclus....

Pat throws a rock at Hector which ends up hitting the guy driving his chariot right in the head and pops his fucking eyeballs out of their sockets.

Patroclus laughs at him and taunts his corpse.

So now it's just Hector and Patroclus and they end up having this game of tug o war with the guy's body which the Greeks also win

Patroclus kills 27 MORE people

Apollo steps in and shit hit the fan yet again. He knocks Pat's helmet off and then starts fucking up Achilles' armor basically leaving him exposed to attack.

THEY ARE FUCKING JUMPING MY GOAT PATROCLUS

A random man throws a spear which lands in Patroclus's back and he falls forward

Hector walks up as Patroclus is trying to claw his way back to safety and stabs him in the stomach

Hector starts shit talking. And I like Hector don't get me wrong but bro you were just pissing urself about having to fight this man like a paragraph ago???

But does Patroclus go out like a bitch? NO. He looks at Hector and says "You didn't earn this kill and we both know that. TEWNTY Hectors wouldn't be able to bring me down, Apollo is the one who killed me not you and Achilles is gonna rock ur shit soon enough♥️." And Hector is like "🤨?"

LIKE HELLO??? HE FUCKING ATE THAT

And then he dies

When the one character I read the book for in the first place barely had any screentime and the one time they do they end up fucking dying

Rip to the babygirl ig

[cursedappendage]

Slay the Princess Narrator, Princess, Voices in Japanese

<<Vessel Names Part 1(Chapter I & II + Razor III & IV) <<Vessel Names Part 2(Chapter IIIs) Part 4(TLQ, TSM, Echo)>>

VOICES TIME BABY

Actually, I'm gonna go in chronological order of character mentions. So, we will start with:

The Narrator ナレーター(Nareetaa) [Narrator]

Simple and direct. There is a word for "narrator" that is of Japanese origin(語り手 lit. "Story hand" meaning narrator/storyteller), but the English word is the one more widely used. He also says "I" using the first-person pronoun 私(watashi), I'm assuming to indicate his "formal" attitude as, although men can use it, it's usually only in formal situations/you don't know someone well. He is of course referred to in third person with the kanji 彼(kare) meaning "he" or "him", but some voices like Contrarian and Smitten use katakana for him instead of kanji(カレ) for some different type of emphasis, I'm assuming.

Now in the Narrator's first lines, he tells you that there is a

Princess(or "The Princess" sometimes) プリンセス(Purinsesu) [Princess]

Like I mentioned in the "Princess and the Dragon" portion of last post, the Princess always referred to with the English word "Princess" rather than the Japanese word for princess.(She's also very often referred to with the pronoun 彼女(kanojo) meaning "she", of course). She tends to use the first person pronoun わたし(watashi), like the Narrator, although in her case it's written simply in hiragana, I assume to show less formality and more just how she refers to herself. 私/わたし is also used by women casually, in contrast to what I said in the Narrator section. She also tends to use あなた(anata, "you") for her 2nd person pronoun(formal/regular way to say "you").

The 1st and 2nd person pronouns the Princess uses also tends to change with each chapter:

The Spectre, Stranger(Chapter II), Damsel, Wild, Grey - 1st わたし(watashi, わたしたちwatashi-tachi when Stranger Princesses merge)・2nd あなた(anata)

Base Princess(Chapter I & Heart of TSM)*, The Nightmare, Moment of Clarity, Razor, Prisoner, Cage, Princess and the Dragon, Happily Ever After, Stranger(Heart of the Shifting Mound)- 1st 私(watashi, 私たちwatashi-tachi for Stranger)・2nd あなた

The Adversary, Eye of the Needle, Fury, Wraith - 1st 私・2nd お前(omae, can be seen as rude or more colloquial, for someone of equal/lower rank)

The Tower, Apotheosis- 1st 我(ware, not really actually used in real life, but gives a sense of profound, old, important-ness, typically used by king/god/godlike characters)・2nd お前(omae, though she also calls us 小鳥kotori "little bird")

The Beast - 1st アタシ(atashi, feminine, more casual form of watashi)・2nd オマエ(omae, she also calls us ヒヨコhiyoko "fledgling", all three of these words are written in katakana)

The Witch - 1st あたし(atashi)・2nd あんた(anta, colloquial/familiar form of anata, often considered rude, sometimes spiteful)

The Thorn - 1st あたし・2nd あなた(omg she uses the same 1st as the Witch but switches from "anta" back to "anata" omg y'all I'm cryingggg😭😭)

*Chapter I Princess tends to switch from あなた to お前 when antagonized(pre Tower, Adversary, Beast, Witch)

OK SORRY I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE VOICES IM SO SORRY

Now let's start with the homie, the one who's always got your back

The Voice of the Hero 勇者の声(Yuusha no Koe) [Voice of the Hero]

Simple enough. Something to note is that there are two words for "hero" in Japanese, 英雄(eiyuu) and 勇者(yuusha). 英雄(eiyuu) is what you call a great person, someone respected for accomplishing something and leaving great impact on society. 勇者(yuusha) is moreso a brave person sent on a quest of adventure to defeat evil/protect others. The former emphasizes the impact and admiration of their achievements, while the latter emphasizes courage and bravery. Someone said something like "勇者 is someone on a journey to slay a dragon, 英雄 is someone who had already come back home from slaying a dragon". In the context of the Voice of the Hero, rather than someone with emphasis on the change he's made in the world, the emphasis is on his morals and good-intentioned actions. He uses ボク(boku) as his 1st person pronoun, which gives him a little bit of a "good boy" typa feel. Or at least some politeness. It's also noted that he uses katakana for boku instead of the kanji 僕(boku)(which, the Long Quiet himself actually uses out loud).

I'm doing the voices in the same order as their respective Chapter II Princesses in the first post(based off the "Memories" menu)

The Voice of the Stubborn 頑固者の声(Gankomono no Koe) [Voice of the Stubborn]

Yeah okay, this one's the same. 頑固者(Gankomono) means "stubborn person". He uses 俺(ore) as his 1st person pronoun, a very masculine pronoun, can be seen as rude in a formal setting, but is very typical and normal for casual men speech.

The Voice of the Broken 負け犬の声(Makeinu no Koe) [Voice of the Loser]

Now this one's insulting. 負け犬 (makeinu) means loser, failure, you get the picture. Made up of the words 負ける(makeru, to lose/to be defeated) and 犬(inu, dog). But it's very fitting I must say(Broken would totally bark for the Tower 100%). He uses the 1st person pronoun 僕(boku).

The Voice of the Cold 冷血漢の声(Reiketsukan no Koe) [Voice of the Cold-Blooded]

冷血漢(reiketsukan) mean "cold-blooded person" or "coldhearted person", or simply "heartless". 冷(rei) meaning cold and 血(chi) meaning blood. Same meaning as in English, someone who can kill a Princess with no hesitation. Like Stubborn, he uses 俺(ore). (He also tends to use quite blunt/rude ways to refer to the princess)

The Voice of the Paranoid 妄想狂の声(Mousoukyou no Koe) [Voice of the Delusional]

妄想(mousou) means delusion, while 狂(kyou) refers to lunatic, or insanity or mental abnormality. Now, delusional isn't exactly the same as paranoid, but the Paranoid can come off as delusional sometimes. Of course, anything we believe in the construct becomes real, so the Nightmare route is full of our real delusions. He is the intrusive thoughts part of our brain that manifests into reality. And in other routes, the Paranoid can come off as a bit insane(the Cage and Apotheosis especially make him seem more erratic). He also uses 俺(ore).

The Voice of the Cheated 野放図の声(Nohouzu no Koe) [Voice of the Unruly]

野放図(nohouzu) can mean wild, arrogant, unruly, but it can also mean unchecked, uncontrolled, unregulated. I put unruly as I thought it fits a title better, but in my head I think more like "unhinged". And I guess that kinda does fit the Cheated's personality, his main objective in the Razor is to win against her, and he's basically like "let's keep getting stabbed until there are enough of us to be better than her", definitely not sound of mind(he also has that comment when you take the blade of "let's make her hurt for what she's done to us"). He very much let's his emotions take the better of him, usually hating on the Princess and the bullshit of everything or spiting the Narrator. He's also, again, very unhinged(mentioning dropping the Cage's head and he says "I mean... we could...") His pronoun is also 俺(ore).

The Voice of the Hunted 獲物の声(Emono no Koe) [Voice of the Prey]

This one I don't have much to say, as it's pretty obvious why he's named that way. And it's pretty much the same as the English name. Like the Hero, he uses the pronoun ボク(boku), I think it's in katakana to mirror the Beast's pronouns.(He refers to her with kanji in 彼女(kanojo) but he does refer to her with katakana in アイツ(aitsu, something akin to "that guy" or "that person", when he say's "She's coming(アイツがくる！)")

The Voice of the Opportunist お調子者の声(Ochoushimono no Koe) [Voice of the Easily Elated]

お調子者(ochoushimono) refers to someone who get carried away easily, someone who does whatever they feel/want, someone who gets easily elated from praise and flattery. I think this is both a funny and accurate translation of the Opportunist. We know he definitely gets carried away easily. He says that second line in the game even(freeing the Thorn: "I can do whatever I want, and I believe with with my whole heart...").I can't really think of instances of him getting praised off the top of my head but he does seem to think it will work on other people. He very much goes with the mood, attempting to curry favor so he can make sudden rash decisions out of nowhere. He uses 僕(boku) which I think fits his suck up personality.

The Voice of the Contrarian あまのじゃくの声(Amanojaku no Koe) [Voice of the Contrarian]

Direct and simple translation again. あまのじゃく(amanojaku) refers to someone with a perverse personality, or someone who opposes other's opinions. Interestingly, あまのじゃく can also refer to an actual small demon in Japanese folklore. I just thought it reminded me of that one line from him "Time to get back to our old devilish ways". He also uses 俺(ore).

The Voice of the Skeptic 疑心暗鬼の声(Gishin'anki no Koe) [Voice of the Skeptic]

疑心暗鬼(gishin'anki) is an expression/abbreviation, it means something like "suspicion creates monsters from shadows", it's about how suspecting something can lead you to suspecting everything, and doubt and suspicion makes you jump at shadows. I think this makes some sense, as his hyper-focused perception of things makes him question everything around him. He notices small details that grow into things bigger and more important than they were before. Also 俺(ore).

The Voice of the Smitten 騎士の声(Kishi no Koe) [Voice of the Knight]

This one I find really funny. 騎士(kishi) refers to the medieval type of knight, known for their chivalry and honor, like ones in armor and usually on horseback(騎(ki) relating to horses). I think it makes perfect sense in the context of the Damsel, a knight come to rescue his beloved Princess, to free her from the confines of the cabin. I also think it works in the Thorn for similar reasons. But I think in most other routes it's hilariously out of context, like "damn, this knight guy kinda freaky calling this blade Princess gorgeous/calling this Princess with a dress of her own skin gorgeous" Like the Tower, he uses 我(ware) giving him that old medieval feel, and he addresses the Narrator with 貴君(kikun), meaning "you" used by men in letters addressing their equals/lowers, and he addresses the Princess with 貴女(can be pronounced anata or kijo), polite language used to refer to women in letters. I was planning on this being the last post but I dont think I can fit it all here sorryyyyyyy rest of the stuff will be next post

Edit: added pronouns of voices

<<Vessel Names Part 1(Chapter I & II + Razor III & IV) <<Vessel Names Part 2(Chapter IIIs) Part 4(TLQ, TSM, Echo)>>