#setting up all the different areas and enemies so you can just walk through the world and take pictures

[softandwildx]

imagining you as a stereotypical tourist in bloodborne with khaki shorts and a little fanny pack lol

Lmaoooo that really would be me though. Pulling out the snack pack and posting to insta. Thank you for gifting me this image 😂

[uhhhh-em-draws-stuff]

So Spider-Man AU won!

Red Hearts is the daughter of the head scientist Bridget Hearts at wonderlabs, a lab specializing in genetic mutation. Her mother wants her to follow in her footsteps in the scientific world, but Red has no interest in science. She wants to pursue art but isn’t allowed to, so she sneaks out at night to use spray paints across the city. Bridget isnt an abusive mother, rather just strict and emotionally distant. Red is enrolled at a science specialized high school even though she has no interest in it. There she met her best friend. Chloe Charming. Chloe is the daughter of the NYPD captain charming and Ella charming who was friends with Bridget in high school. Red has been secretly harboring feelings for Chloe for months now and refuses to tell her, convinced they aren’t returned. As of this point Chloe feels nothing but good friendship for Red.

One night while staying late with her mom at her lab, an escaped spider bites Red on her upper left arm. Red smacks it away and doesn’t think anything of it until she gets home and immediately passes out on her bed face first. She wakes up in the morning and notices she can see without her glasses. Then she walks toward her mirror and notices something is different about her appearance. Her arms are much more muscular than before and she has definition in her abdomen. “oh that’s new” she says. She spends much of her morning trying to control her sudden strength and stickiness, weirdly enough. Red makes it to school in one piece, barely, causing Chloe to worry.

Over the next few weeks she creates a suit and starts dealing with small crimes in her area, to captain charming’s dismay. She creates a persona known as “the red spider”

Meanwhile with Bridget, she is trying to genetically engineer ways to enhance brain performance, but she tested it on herself too early and turns her mind into a Jekyll and Hyde like state with “Bridget” and “The Queen of Hearts” the queen of hearts quickly becomes the red spider’s #1 enemy.

One night the red spider saves Chloe from being mugged in an alley. Chloe starts saying how she can’t shake the feeling that she knows her. The spider refuses and says she must be confused. Chloe slowly rolls up the bottom of her mask and the spider let’s her. She stops just above her nose. She leans in and kisses her in the pouring rain. A few moments later she pulls away and stammers a goodbye and runs into the night leaving a confused Red behind.

The kiss stayed on Chloe’s mind for days, why did she do that? Who did she even kiss? Whoever it was her father despises. She also feels strangely guilty. Feeling like she betrayed Red, but she doesn’t like Red like that? Right?

Afte one particularly bad fight with the queen of hearts, Red manages to swing to Chloe’s bedroom, seeking bandaging, knowing she has to reveal her identity to Chloe. She slips in through the window, Chloe staring mouth agape from her bed. Red slowly pulls off her mask and looks up at Chloe. The two stared at each other for what felt like forever, until the moment was broken by red wincing and clutching her torn up stomach. Chloe rushes over and helps red pull down her suit to her waist and sets her down against her bed. She heads to the bathroom and comes back with a cloth, water, and bandages. She starts to clean the blood and grime off. Once a good amount was cleaned Red noticed Chloe looking at her newly there abs.

“Is THE Chloe charming checking me out?”

Chloe turns the color of Red’s hair and goes “WHAT? NO! ….those are just…new, is all”

Once red is all bandaged up, they lay in Chloe’s bed, side by side. Chloe sighs and says “so we have some things to talk about” Red turns to her and goes “okay I’m sorry i didn’t tell you but I didn’t want you to get hurt and about the kiss, I’ve liked you for like ever and I would’ve let you kiss me even if you didn’t know it was me, but you do now, so I don’t really know what that means for us but-“ the blue haired girl cuts her off with a kiss, placing her hand on the side of Red’s face.

“If you couldn’t tell, I like you, too”

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell after you kissed me twice.”

A few weeks later the red spider and the queen of hearts have another particularly heated battle. In the last move, the queen throws her cards and the spider creates a reinforced web to bounce them back at her, hitting her square in the stomach. As she lay on the ground, her mask slipped off. The spider slowly approaches the figure and realizes the figure looks familiar. As she reaches her, the cold shiver of realization goes down her spine. Her mother is the queen of hearts. She just HURT her mother, possibly fatally. She rips her mask off and kneels next to her.

“Mom, hey, you’re gonna be okay”

“Red? Wha..what are you doing here?”

“Mom I’m the Red spider. I just hurt you, I’m so sorry please hold on I’ll get help-“

“Red, there isn’t time. I’m going, we have to face it”

“No no no no no no no mom you’re gonna make it, just let me get help”

Bridget grips onto her daughters hand with the little strength she has left.

“Red. Listen to me. I’m dying. Right here. There are some things I want you to do.”

Red nods signaling for her mother to continue.

“I’m leaving wonderlabs to Maddox, I know it was never your dream. You still have a share in the company but all of the stuff I do is left to him. I’m sorry I tried to force science on you, I just wanted you to be successful.”

Bridget takes a shakey breath.

“Keep in touch with chloe, she’s a good girl with a promising future. Maybe one day she’ll work at wonderlabs. I’d love to have her brain there.”

Red feels the tears welling up in her eyes start to fall.

“I love you, Red. I know I didn’t say it enough but I do. So please get out of here so you aren’t wanted for my murder. Go, I love you.”

And with that Bridget was gone. The queen of hearts, the head of wonderlabs, her mother. Gone.

Red flees the scene. She cleans up and prepares to face the press that night. Her funeral was the next week. She was asked to say a few words. She got to the podium and started sobbing immediately before she could say anything , she stepped down and let Maddox talk instead.

The city doesn’t see the red spider for a while after that.

After 6 months, the spider comes back, but something in her air was off, it was more reserved, less chatty, less there, but the city was glad to have her back either way.

Behind closed doors the spider cries in the arms of her girlfriend almost every night, plagued with nightmares and guilt she can never share.

[jinxs-gf]

Can I? (kiss the hurt away)

YJ!Conner Kent x Spider!Reader

summary: you get hurt during a mission and Conner just wants to help. this finally brings you two together.

content/warnings: set in s1, lots of wounds, blood mentioned, awkward flirting…this was a shared prompt w my two besties, here’s my version! (I switched it up a bit), funny writing bc it’s from spider!reader’s perspective (mostly)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: FIRST CONNER FIC YAYAYYAYAYAY I hope people actually read for him lmaooo…enjoy!

There's a ringing in your ear for a while, your vision blurred. Just as you come out of it there's a voice—

"You okay?"

One you're very familiar with.

You slowly blink your eyes open. You're not sure what the hell your enemy just blasted you with, but it was enough to knock you out and make everything hurt. A lot.

"Uhh I think so?" Conner watched the white eyes of your mask blink, he could tell you were in fact, not okay.

He could see it from a distance, the distance he unknowingly made while fighting. He promised himself he'd stay close at all times when the team was in danger, when you could potentially get hurt. And look at you now. His ignorance to what was going on around him got you hurt.

At least that's what he told himself.

You swat his hands as he starts fussing over you, too disoriented to think about the action. Until you see his hurt face. He was only trying to help.

But Conner thinks, you were pushing him away, and rightfully so when he's the reason you're hurt in the first place.

"No no it's-" you heave a rugged sigh, your lungs feeling heavy. "I'm just out of it. Sorry. What was that guy packing in his gun anyways?"

Conner's reluctant in his assistance to you now, but you encourage him with a smile. He lifts you to your feet, securing an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall back down. You definitely weren't in a state to be walking and that's proven when your legs wobble and all your weight falls onto him. Something he doesn't mind and in a different situation would smile at.

But you hiss as his pulls you up, and he's brought back to reality.

"Thanks Con-man." Another smile for him and his shoulders relax.

"I have no idea what that man was packing in his gun. All I know is it hurt you...really badly. You were out the rest of the fight."

"I was?" A quick look around and sure enough, you were. The quietness of the area should've been a clear sign there was no longer a battle going on.

"Looks like I was." And suddenly the team is behind you. It's a miracle the rest of them avoided getting hurt the way you did (which was a little embarrassing considering your spider senses).

"You alright, Spidey?" Wally and Artemis ask at the same time, they glare at each other for it.

"Jinx. Artemis, you owe me a soda."

"I do not-" you cut them off, ending the argument before it could start.

"Yeah I'm alright." But the way you leaned heavily onto the SuperBoy and breathed unevenly told a different story. Although that was nothing new, was it? You somehow were constantly hanging off the boy one way or another (not literally...though you wish it was).

"Are you sure? We'll have you get checked back at headquarters," Kaldur speaks. You simply nod, too weak to really do much else.

Robin was looking worriedly, trying to hide it but you could see right through him. You shot him a smile.

While the team discussed what to do with the bad guy, you stayed with Conner. There was an awkward silence until he spoke up, having enough of your small hisses and puffs at his side.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, everything? I'm hurting everywhere," you were practically mumbling, fatigue evident with every word you spoke.

He huffs and places you on the floor again, carefully avoiding any rubble from the fight. Another pained hiss from you.

"Sorry sorry, I know," he's trying to figure out his next move. "I don't know how to make it better."

You shake your head, "that's alright Conner. You don't need to, you're not a doctor or anything."

And yet he looks guilty, like your wounds and the fact that he hasn't already done something to ease the pain was his fault. He eyed the arm you've been holding around your abdomen this whole time.

"You being here right now is enough. I promise. And this," you lift your arm finally, making a soft noise of pain in between, "it'll go down by tomorrow-"

"Shit! When did that happen?" His voice startles you, the sudden noise rattling your probably concussed brain. You finally look down to see blood dripping from a scratch in your suit.

"Shit. When did that happen? How..."

"I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry."

"No Conner, it's okay-"

"Can I?"

"Huh?" And Conner is gesturing to your mask, your eyes widen.

"You're breathing too heavily for it to be comfortable. Please?" He wouldn't say part of it was because he needed to see your face to comfort him.

You nod.

He doesn't freak out when he takes it off, so that's a good sign.

"How do I look?" he doesn't answer for a few seconds, he's carefully observing your face it seems. You can't help but smile.

And he smiles back, "still beautiful as ever."

"Okay lover boy," you desperately wish the mask was on, if only to hide your timid expression. "You don't need to flatter me."

Conner clears his throat quickly, awkwardly. As if he didn't realize he said it out loud.

He really didn't mean to. But seeing how shy and...dare he say happy you looked after he said it, he thinks it wasn't such a bad thing.

"You have a few scratches. But you're still-"

"Beautiful as ever, yeah yeah I heard you," maybe he wasn't going to say it again, but you weren't going to risk it. You don't think you could take it if he said it. You'd probably do something stupid like kiss him—

He swallows thickly, still embarrassed. "We need to get you back," he goes to pick you up, only this time it's not so you can stand upright. No. He's preparing to carry you bridal style. Oh no. Now you really might kiss him (that is if you don't pass out within the next few seconds). "Can I carry you? I don't think you're in good enough shape to walk right now."

"Rude."

"No I didn't mean-"

You laugh, maybe a little meanly, you knew he wasn't good on certain social cues yet, making teasing him easy, "sorry- I know what you mean. Yeah it's...alright. You can totally carry me." Now you were beginning to feel awkward.

He picks you up easily. And you're starting to agree with him, you definitely weren't in any shape to walk if him lifting you was enough to make you dizzy.

You weren't kidding yourself when you said you'd pass out before you could kiss him.

Your head lays comfortably on his chest...right over his heart which happened to be beating like crazy.

Was that your doing? You really hope so.

He carries you a little behind the rest of the team, murmuring reassurances and praise. 'You did good back there.' 'You're gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it.' 'Stay close to me okay? I'll make it better.'

Bioship took you all back to Mount Justice, M'gann talking your ear off the whole time. Starting with worried rambles about how hurt you looked and fading into a new tv show she got into. One she wished her people on Mars could enjoy.

Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you could feel an oncoming headache the whole ride. You didn't have the heart to tell her to stop nor that you weren't really listening. Not feeling bad only because Wally seemed enthralled with her storytelling (suck up) and flirted here and there.

You were too busy focusing on your shadow anyways. Aka the SuperBoy who refused to leave your side and was quite literally on you the whole way. Between him, M'gann, and Wally's flirting with her (and Robin's occasional butting in to tease) you were surprised you didn't go insane on the ride back.

When you did get back, they told you it was bad (fatal for a normal person) but nothing you couldn't handle. Just a broken rib (unfortunately common for you) and a slight concussion. Great. Accompanied with bruises and the big gash on your abdomen. That weapon really did a number on you. Conner went off on the adults for saying it was "nothing you couldn't handle" because you were "on the brink of dying". Which is a bit dramatic, but having him be so protective over you was kind of nice...or whatever.

They suggested you took a break for a week and a half (a conclusion you came to after you'd negotiated with them for a good 5 minutes. because who do they think they were benching you—for good reason—for 2 weeks?!) should a mission come up within that time.

You sighed on the couch, everyone was either in their rooms or went home for the day. They said their goodbyes and wished you well, to which you replied 'pfft I'll be better by tomorrow. just watch.' It would be really embarrassing if you weren't better by tomorrow...you unfortunately bet money on it. Stupid.

"You okay?"

"A little better now. Thanks for taking care of me."

"I wish I could've done more...I said I would but all I did was sit back and watch everyone else take care of you." This was clearly eating at him, although it's a wonder why.

Nothing about the situation was his fault nor should he feel guilty about "not doing enough."

"Conner, I told you it's alright and that you being there for me was enough. And I meant every word."

He sits with you, thigh to thigh with his head in his hands.

You pat his shoulder, "it's alright big guy. I'm okay, I'll be fully recovered soon."

"Not soon enough."

You sigh, he could be really stubborn sometimes. Frustratingly so.

"Con, please. Look at me?" He listens. And you regret asking him. You hate the look in his eyes, or rather you hate the way it makes you feel. Another case of you're going to kiss him if he keeps this up.

How could such a big, stubborn, and (apparently) non-affectionate guy have the biggest puppy eyes? Ones that have you melting.

His face is now in your palms. With the way he's looking at you, surely he wouldn't mind if you gave in and...kissed him, right?

"Can I kiss you?"

He's stunned for a moment before finally speaking up, "isn't it obvious that I want you to?"

You both share shy smiles thinking, finally.

You lean in, hands still cupping his face, his now doing the same.

Although the kiss was a little awkward, the two of you not exactly experienced in that department (him coming out of a literal tube only months ago), as well as a little...messy—it was everything you could've wanted in your first kiss with him. A kiss that was going to be the start of the two of you. SuperBoy and the Spider. You hated how warm the thought made you.

You were practically radiating giddiness, Conner could feel it. He pulled away still smiling, "I've wanted to do that for a really long time now."

"Me too. You know what also was great about that? You kissed my ouchies away. I'm all better now."

"Ouchies? What are we, five?"

There's silence, not of awkwardness, but from two of you reeling from the kiss, processing the fact that it was real.

"I don't want to be the one to break this up but...we should really get to bed. With your concussion and training being early tomorrow..."

"Yeah, of course," the giddiness hasn't left, "would you uh...want to come? With me? To bed."

"Gee Spider, at least take me to dinner first."

"Oh, so he's got jokes now?"

"Only for you, babe."

"Ew, you sound like Wally."

"Ouch? Don't insult me like that," but he doesn't look offended in the slightest. There's probably the biggest smile you've seen on his face, ever.

Safe to say it was not fun explaining why Conner was in your bed the next morning, trying to convince everyone it was purely innocent.

Batman was disappointed, reminding you that you needed to wait until you were healed before you did anything physical. Haha. Very funny.

And the team snapped pictures that they would definitely use against Conner (seeing as he was the more...emotionally constipated and reluctantly affectionate one).

But you honestly couldn't be happier. And neither could he.

does it seem a bit rushed at the end? unfortunately

do I have the patience to fix it? no

hope you enjoyed :D

[ganondoodle]

(totk rewritten)

finally, all the arm and spirit abilities- for the first half of the game (rauru) and for the second half with the shiekah arm replacing links arms instead and the spirit abilities gained through ganondorf

(please excuse my handwriting and sometimes repeated info on the first two, i lost motivation/patience at the end and couldnt get myself to basically redo it all from scratch just to make it a bit more cleaner)

note, the camera rune is unconnected to the arm, its the shiekah stone copy link has (zelda carries the one from botw, a copy was attempted to be made for link but it lacks all runes except the camera, the map and its teleportation, and journal/archive)

note for the heal effects of some spirit abilities- im also reworking the healing system, making it more like the older games, so healing isnt as easy and much more restricted, thus making those effects of spirit abilities more valuable ( lil potion icon on the d pad will act a little bit like in skyward sword, opens your limited selection of healing items and if chosen link switches to holding it and letting you consume it with -a- while walking around in real time- to avoid more pausing and mass healing on regular items while in menu)

additional note, the automatic recharging of the magic meter depending on the environment gives you a reliable but less abusable way of using abilities and allows for even more creative dungeon/challenge design by using it effectively- it works by absorbing magic from its surroundings, so if its an area with little magic it recharges slower, if its a very spiritual or healthy place it will recharge faster, it can be used to make things more challenging and also as subtle storytelling (example, theres a graveyard with the magic energy around being off the charts, even if there are no spirits to see, it could hint at the people buried not having died peacefully, no matter what their gravestone says...)

the usage of magic and how much the different abilities cost also allows for a much more dynamic fighting style for players to choose and try out, balancing them all out with their cost instead of a fixed timer, and the recharging beign affected by the environment perhaps forcing players that favor high cost magic abilities to use the lower cost ones for example, or not being able to charge one up bc the enemy is too fast and doesnt give you enough time to charge it

about half of the small overworld dungeons (not shrines) are also locked/inaccessible for the first half and new quests appear as the second half commences- together with the additional changes raurus return brings with it (sonau buildings, enemies being mostly cosntructs that he summoned etc) and whole set of new abilities giving you a fresh new way to play while (hopefully) not making you feel too restricted for the first half

... making these detailed concepts took me longer than id like to admit q-q

[samandcolbyownme]

WHEN IS KILLIONAIRES PART FIVE?!?!?!?!?

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX

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“Eight dead.” The chief announces angrily to the room, “Eight goddamn deaths.”

“I know, chief, but they-“

He cuts the officer off, “Don’t give me that they’re smarter than us bullshit.” He shakes his head, “We’ve taken down perps bigger than this group of.. of..” he sighs, closing his eyes as he takes a second to compose himself.

You couldn’t help but sink down in your chair, your guilt getting the best of you.

“I need all officers called in. Two at each residence until these assholes are in the ground.”

The chief’s words sent chills down your spine. Your mind beginning to spin out, Am I one of the assholes? Am I a perp, too? Of course I am, fuck. I’m going to die with this case. There’s no way out, no way out.

You close your eyes, the thought of just turning Jake and his gang in makes you want to puke.

“You wanna take one of the houses together?” Cody asks and you take a deep breath through your nose as you nod, “Sure.”

“You okay? You don’t seem as chipper this morning.” Cody tilts his head, “Did you sleep?”

You shake your head, “No. I’ve been up constantly trying to figure out how to get a jump on these Killionaires.”

He nods, “I understand, but at the same time, y/n. You won’t be able to help anyone if you’re burnt out.”

“I know.” You look down, “I just don’t want anymore fathers and sons and uncles losing their lives. This is just.. getting ridiculous anymore.”

“I’ve just been informed that we will be getting more agents from the FBI, each team will be getting one agent to help them out. We will be rotating shifts, so once we get the schedule out, the ones who aren’t on the first watch, get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

“If we aren’t on first wave, you can come back to my place so you know you’ll get up.” Cody smirks and you roll your eyes, “That was one time.” You laugh, “Let it go.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Fine, fine.”

You were in fact not on the first watch. You were on the night watch.

You left as soon as you found out, driving back to your place and you just hoped Jake wasn’t there. You got out, scanning the area as you walked up to your door.

A package, placed neatly on your door mat, catches your attention.

You bend down, picking it up to inspect it.

No return address, just your name written on the front which is covered by twine tied into a bow.

You unlocked your door and walk in, closing the door behind you. You walk over to your counter, setting down your keys and you just stare at the package.

“See you found my gift.”

You jump, spinning around, “What the fuck.”

Jake smirks and walks over, “Whatcha got for me today, baby?”

You roll your eyes, “We’re all being placed on houses. I got night shift.”

“Everyone gets a babysitter, how cute.” Jake chuckles as he leans down on the counter next to you. He motions to the box, “Go on. See what I got you.”

“I’m not going to be knocked out when I opened this, taken to a whole different city again, am I?” You look over at Jake and he shakes his head, “No, nothing like that. Actually..” he stands up, drumming his hands gently on the counter, “I think you might actually kiss me when you see what it is.”

“Mm.” You raise your brows, shaking your head as you pull the twine off and ripping open the brown paper.

Inside is a small box. Once you lift the lid off, you see a flash drive, “What’s this?” You look over at Jake and he shrugs, “Guess you’ll have to plug it in and find out.”

“Jake. I need to sleep.” You sigh, laying a hand over your face, “I didn’t sleep all night.”

“I didn’t say you had to do it right now.”

“I kind of expected you to just tell me what it is, but that’s on me.” You roll your eyes and Jake scoffs, “You’re moody when you don’t sleep.”

You stay silent, ignoring his presence as you grab the box and walk to your room.

“Are you going to watch it tonight?” Jake follows you and you turn towards him, “So it’s a video?”

He sighs, nodding his head, “Yeah, yeah. It’s a video.”

“Of what?” You tilt your head as you sit down on the end of your bed.

Jake smirks, walking over to stand in between your legs. He reaches up to grip your chin, tilting your head up for you to look at him. He leans down, an inch or two from your face, “Watch it. And see.”

You move your chin from his grasp and stand up, “Fine.” You walk over and grab your laptop, going back over to the end of the bed and sitting down.

You turn it on, looking over to pluck the flash drive from its place and you hesitate for a second before plugging it in.

A file pops up and you move your finger on the pad to take the cursor to it, double clicking.

A screen pops up, it’s black at first, but then it looks like security footage.

Your eyes move back and forth, looking at each individual that appears. You gasp, bringing your hand up, “Ben?”

“Keep watching.” Jake sits down, leaning behind you to watch the screen, “Right… here.”

A man pulls out a gun, shooting Ben where he stands.

“Did you see the shooter?” Jake glances at you and you nod, “That’s not who’s in prison.”

“Mhm.” Jake takes a deep breath, “That’s all you get for now. Do what you want with it.” He moves to stand up and you set your laptop on the bed, “Thank you.”

You look over at him and he nods, “Thank you.”

As he turns to leave, you stand up, “Jake, wait.” He stops, slowly turning around, “Yeah?”

You walk up to him, arms wrapping around his neck, “This.. could change everything with Ben’s situation.”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods a few times. You lean back, your eyes moving from his to his lips, “I.. um..” you swallow, stepping back and Jake sighs, “I can’t do this anymore.”

He pulls you back in by the waist, his lips connecting with yours, and you’re all in.

He walks you backwards, pushing you to lay on the bed as he slips his white tank off his body. Your eyes scan up and down his body as undoes his belt and your shirt was gone.

Just as you were getting ready to kick off your pants, Jake grabs them and pulls them down, quickly moving to lay his body over yours.

Everything is happening so fast.

His hand slides down your body, hooking into the band of your panties. You disconnect your lips, panting as you reach down to push his hand, “Please.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss back your jaw and down your neck while his hand slips between your thighs.

Your back arches as he presses his thumb to your clothed clit, rubbing circles which earns small whimpers from you.

Your lips connect with his and he pulls his hand away, only to pull the fabric aside and he swallows your moans as two of his fingers push into you.

“Wanna tell me why you’re so wet?” Jake asks, his voice low, “Fuckin’ soaked, baby.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Jake stops and pulls his head back, “Do you not want to?”

You laugh slightly, “I was answering your question.”

He smirks, chuckling slightly, “Oh, well, alright then.” He goes back to kissing you, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly.

Your back arches off the bed and your hand slide to the bicep of his arm that’s holding up his weight, “F-fuck.” You roll your hips, moaning out as your nails dig into his skin.

“You sound so fucking hot.” Jake mumbles before kissing you, swallowing your moans as he picks up the speed of his fingers.

You throw your head back with a loud whine, squeezing his fingers as your hand creates red lines down his arm, “Fuck, fuck.”

Jake watches as he guides you through your high, biting down onto his lip as your face twists with the best pleasure you have felt in a long time.

He pulls his hand away and brings it up to his lips. Your jaw falls slack as you listen to him groan while his tongue drags up his fingers.

You brings you legs up, taking off your panties fully and Jake presses his hands to your knees, pushing them up and out.

He looks down, watching as the tip of his cock rubs against your soaked folds. His eyes flick up to yours and he smirks, “Last chance. Still wanna do this, baby?”

“Just fucking fuck me al-“ your words are replaced by a loud moan.

Jake groans, his fingertips digging into your knees, “Goddamn.” He sighs, pulling out and slowly pushing back in, “You feel so fucking good.”

He begins thrusting, slow at first, but he quickly gets into a fast and hard pace.

Whines and whimpers turn into moans, loud moans.

Your hands grip his wrists tight as you throw your head back, “F-fuck, Jake. Jake.”

He lets go of your knees, bending down to pepper kisses all over your face, “What baby?” He reaches up to turn your face towards him, “Tell me.”

Your nails draw lines up and across his back, gasping out and moaning as you feel a second orgasm rolling into station, “I-I’m.. so close.. sofuckingclose!”

“I gotcha baby, let go for me.” Jake kisses your forehead, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips.

You cling to him, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, and Jake groans as your nails drag up his back once more.

“Fuck.” He moans against your lips, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You stay attached to him, your nails continuing to mark up his shoulders as they dig in, moaning out, “S-shit.” You gasp out, “Feels so good, Jake.”

“Better than anyone else?” He asks lowly in your ear and you nod, “So much better.”

Jake smirks, kissing down your neck before groaning, “Fuck, baby.” His thrusts grow sloppy and you feel him pull out.

You lay your head back, panting as his cums on your stomach.

He rolls off and lays next to you, “Just so we’re clear.” He pauses and you look over at him, “No one can know about this, I already know.”

He shakes his head as he sits up, pulling up his pants and underwear, “I was going to say that you’re mine.”

“Yours?” You question, laughing slightly as you reach over to grab your shirt so you can wipe off with it.

He nods, “Yeah. Mine.” He bends down, his hands on either side of you as his face grows closer to yours, “No one else gets to feel the inside of your pussy anymore. If I were you, I’d shut that shit down with Cody as fast as you can.”

You stare at him, “He’s my partner for this job, Jake.”

“That’s fine, but if I see or hear of him touching you or flirting with you in any way, he’s done.” Jake stands up and puts his shirt on, “You know I mean it.”

All you do is nod, swallowing as you stand up to get clothes from your dresser.

You get dressed, breaking the silence, “They’re brining in another team of FBI agents. You guys need to-“

“We’re familiar with them.” Jake nods, walking over to kiss your head, “Worry about you. I’ll be fine.”

“You’re leaving?” You question and he nods, “You work tonight. You need your sleep.”

You nod, “Right, yeah.” You walk over to the bed and sit down, “Thank you, again, for the flash drive.” Jake turns around, leaning up against the door way, “You helped me out so much, figured I’d give you a little something back.”

“I appreciate it.”

“I know.” He smirks, “See ya later.”

“Wait.” You tilt your head, “Later as in tonight or tomorrow?”

He smirks and shakes his head, “See ya later, baby.”

——

You woke up to pounding on your door.

You jump up, hurrying out to see who it is, and sure enough, it’s Cody.

“What the hell?” You ask as you pull the door open and he laughs, “Your shift starts in twenty and I haven’t heard from you.”

“Shit I.. must have not set an alarm.” You run your hand through your hair and you sigh, “I’ll go get changed. I’ll be right out.”

You leave the door open with Cody standing in the doorway as you walk back to your room. You look at the bed and your morning with Jake flashes in your head.

You hear Cody talk, which snaps you out of it and you walk over to pull out your outfit for the night.

“Did you hear me?” Cody asks as he walks into your room and you shake your head, “No, sorry.”

“I asked if you knew the agent who was working with us tonight.” He leans against the door and you can’t help but picture Jake standing there like he does, “What? Sorry.” You shake your head, “I must still be half a sleep.”

“The agent. Who is working, with us tonight. Do you know them?” Cory tilts his head and you shrug, “Who is it?”

“Agent Golbach I think?” Apparently he’s a new agent, but I guess his background is pretty damn good.”

“Golbach..” you whisper, shaking your head, “No, no. I think I do.” You quickly change and walk to the bathroom to brush your hair before putting it into a bun.

You grab your gun and badge and walk to the door, “I’m ready.”

You walk out to the car and get into the passenger seat. Cody walks out and gets in, starting the car and driving, “You seem.. out of it lately, y/n. Are you su-“

“I’m fine.” You snap, taking a deep breath, “I’m just.. tired. No matter how much sleep I get, this case is still driving me into the fucking ground.”

“Maybe it’s best if you step back from the case.” Cody glances at you and you scoff, laughing at his words, “What good is that going to do? Everyone, and I mean everyone has had no days off in how fucking long? You think that’s fair for me to just step back and.. and not help at all?”

Cody takes a slow breath, “I’m sorry I upset you.”

“No.” You shake your head, “You just caught me at a bad time and you got the brunt of it.”

“Seems like that’s all I’m doing anymore.” He mumbles as he turns into the station parking lot.

You shake your head, letting out a sigh, “I just have a lot going on, and whatever.. we are, were.. I don’t think it’s a good idea for that to continue.”

“I understand.” He nods, “You have a lot to focus on, I mean, you are a step higher than me so I can only imagine the kind of stuff you have to deal with.”

You raise your brows and sigh, “You have no idea.”

He nods, “Come on, let’s go meet our buddy for the night.”

You get out and follow him into the station.

“Y/n, Heathers, your agent is in the conference room, I told him to wait there until you arrived.” Chief motions to the door, “He’s eager to get to work.”

You smile, giving him a nod as you walk in through the doors and back to the conference room.

Cody walks in first, “Agent Golbach?”

The man turns around and your stomach turns.

“Yep, Caleb. Nice to meet you.” He shakes hands with Cody and looks at you, “You must be Agent y/l/n. Chief has a lot of good words about you.”

He walks up and extends his hand, “Caleb.”

You slowly lift your hand and lay it in his, “Y/n.”

“Let’s get to work, shall we?” Sam looks back at Cody and starts to head out of the room. Cody nudges you, “I like this guy already.”

He follows Sam out and you take a deep breath, “It’s gonna be a long night.”

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There is your long awaited part five. I figured I’d add a little razzle dazzle as a way to make up for not updated it as often as I planned. Let me know what you think! I love you all so so so so much. Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[felassan]

Some DA facts collected together, from recent tweets -

GhilDirthalen: "the frostbite engine didn’t do ending slides, so the slides you see in DAI are actually paintings that quickly spawn in your bed room. You can zoom out during the end with fly cam" John Epler: "i remember when we were trying to do these and we're like 'hey can we display still images' and the answer was 'uhh it's a lot more complicated than you think' so this was the solution. i set up all the cameras, and I THINK level design handled all the scripting logic" JE: "anyways videogames are basically held together by magic and hope and it's a legitimate miracle anytime one gets finished"

JE: "When you 'sprint' on a horse in DAI it doesn't really do much because frostbite couldn't stream in levels fast enough, so we just added speed lines and changed the camera so it felt faster. JE: "i've carried the guilt of this for years. guilt is an ocean, and i'm tired of drowning." "feels like I just murdered Santa Claus in front of many of you" [source], "feels like i just declassified Area 51" [source]. "i'm just glad the truth is finally out there" [source] Seb Hanlon: "ME1 did it first" JE: "just to be SUPER clear, riding a horse is faster than being on-foot, but the difference between normal horse run and horse 'sprint' is non-existent except for making it look faster". "the base horse speed is faster than unhorsed run speed, but horse sprint doesn’t move you faster than normal horse speed" [source] JE: "there were three days on that project where my entire job was ‘try to make horse sprint feel faster’" User: "I swear to god John I knew it, I fucking knew it, none of the mounts have different speeds, either?" JE: "i actually don't know the answer to that one, i just set up the gameplay cameras and did what what i was told." Seb: "but they have different sounds /screams in Red Hart" JE: "no one believed that's what a Red Hart really sounds like but they are fucked up animals."

Seb: "The save system in DAI loads with all doors in the area closed. This is a problem if there’s a door between you and a party member when the save happens, because they can’t open doors. If they can’t path to you, they get teleported to join you before the fade-up from black." Seb: "This “system” was rigged entirely in Frostbite Schematic logic quite late in development once we realized it was a problem." JE: "i vaguely remember that the first time we really saw this problem was when we were putting together the Redcliffe demo for... whatever event we showed Redcliffe at." Seb: "Yeah I think that was the map I tested the teleport-fallback in. Dorian was there in those saves for sure?" JE: "yeah 100%. it was when you first end up in the future and you're fighting your way to the locked-up followers. i think we were playing it in Hanged Man or Neverwinter and we discovered 'oh shit our followers can't get to you'"

Seb: "Zither’s first-pass ability icons originally echoed a broad swath of iconic album art. The UI art team made me so happy. Why didn’t it ship? Ain’t nobody chasing down those IP clearances for an April Fools DLC."

JE: "in DA2 Mark of the Assassin, if you let Baron Arlange live after the first encounter with him, he shows up very deep in the background of several scenes, creeping on Hawke and the party around stalagmites and around corners." "no one asked for this but i put it in as a little treat because i thought it was very funny. i still do. oh the scene where you get captured in the vault by Prosper and his guards, that's the same 5 (6?) guards just cycled through multiple times." [source, two]

JE: "i've told this story before but the reason Iron Bull's romance scene takes place in a separate tower is because the mocap for everyone walking in on you assumed that there was a doorway, and the player's bedroom ended up having stairs. so we moved the scene to the Sex Tower"

Seb: "DAI: To enable party followers’ AI to use their defensive abilities (dodge/block/parries), enemies spawn a “telegraph volume” as part of their ability wind-ups. This tells the party AI what kind of reaction it can use to counter (if it’s not on cooldown and it can branch in time)." "“Parry” telegraphs are the ‘weakest’ (can activate block, dodge, or parry abilities); “dodge” telegraphs are the ‘strongest’ (dodge or get fucked). There’s an all-abilities AI cooldown on these responses; before this was added, I saw Cass perfect block for minutes at a time." [source]

Seb: "the Qunari Ashaad in Trespasser is the only combat creature I personally implemented; and the only one intentionally plays both ranged and melee. and it was great fun watching play-testers climb a ladder to close and shut down his range attack—and get kicked off by the sweep"

Seb: "I’m still personally pleased that the Red Templar faction in DAI has such a strong overarching principle: “power corrupts”. The more elite the creature, the less human they are."

Seb: "Both the Children in DAO Awakening and the Harvester in DAO hide their extra body parts *inside* their torso mesh before they appear."

Seb: "Varric in DA2 is the most specialest snowflake; he’s not like any other dwarf because his rig includes all the Bianca animation bones."

Seb: "DAI’s Emerald Graves was the map where we hammered out the conceptual balance of using abilities based on the enemy composition and position."

Seb: "There’s an animation-driven movement mode in DAI that’s only used by a handful of large creatures; the dragon and the Red Templar Behemoth are the ones I remember."

Seb: "“making two combat creatures at melee range face, and not slide past, each other when they’re playing attack animations” took a surprising amount of problem solving on DAI; most of the basic-attack animations have both moving and standing variations for this reason."

Seb: "30 seconds of good combat gameplay takes more-or-less the same development effort as 10 minutes of good combat gameplay. Which is more than you’d think. IYKYK."

Seb: "The original concept for the Grand Fear Demon at the end of DAI’s Fade was a “level boss” - instead of a single big combat creature (like a dragon), the idea was it was so big it would attack out of the darkness with “limbs” (creatures) that shared a health pool. Cut for scope."

Seb: "The core combat ability animation/effects/branching system in DAI is called “CSM”, for “combat state machine”. It’s the third generation spiritual successor to the first system called CSM that I worked on, built for a project called Revolver…"

Seb: "The “impassable” purple fire zones in Trespasser were a tremendous pain in the ass, because both: - making them do enough damage fast enough to be a lock-and-key for invincibility powers as intended - keeping party members from following you in and getting bug-zappered" User: "I hate to tell you this but my first time through, I was determined to get through and I did not know that invincibility powers were literally down the stairs so I spent 10 minutes and eventually managed to get through with some mage shenanigans" Seb: "by the time we got to trespasser there were so many abilities you MIGHT have that MIGHT JUST get you through that we gave it our best shot and said “good enough”" User: "I died at that thing SO MANY TIMES until I realized there was an invincibility boost, lol" Seb: "clearly signaling “THIS IS A THING YOU WILL DO LATER” without saying it, especially if it’s a mechanical systems thing, can be surprisingly difficult"

Seb: "during development on DAI someone made a staff that, when used (hit the ground with the butt animation) spawned a bunch of nugs that ran off in all directions. for checking pathmesh bounds, obvs"

[daffodildelight]

Enemies (Part Two) | Shuntarō Chishiya x Reader

Title: Enemies (Part Two)

Pairing: Shuntarō Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: Things start to get a little bit heated between the two of you

Themes/Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of smut, season 2 spoilers, injuries, mention of blood, voyeurism kind of?

Word count: 2600sh

A/N: Since the first part was so well received I decided to pull a all nighter for you guys. Merry Christmas, here’s your part two. Highly unedited but I will make my way round to it.

Even with Chishiya protecting me from this blast it wasn’t enough. A few tiny bits of shrapnel from the grenade lodged itself into my arm. I couldn’t feel it at the moment because of my adrenalin but when it wears out it will hurt like I bitch. I’m just hoping it hasn’t nicked an artery. But that can be focused on later for now I have Chishiya pinning me to the ground protecting me from the King of Spades.

The King of Spades quickly sprints off towards Ann and the gang, completely forgetting about us. My guess would be when I kicked the grenade towards him and it exploded he didn’t see Chishiya and I dive to hide behind a different car. What luck we have. Chishiya is chest-to-chest with me. Faces super close to each other. We stay like that for a few seconds none of us saying anything. The tension is thick, but it’s soon over when Chishiya turns his attention to my arm. “Come on we have to go, you’ve been injured and we need to fix it. Let’s find a place to set up.”

Chishiya pulls me from the ground and walks us pretty far away from the King of Spade's blimp. This walk took us over an hour and I can start to feel my arm hurting. I look at my tight white long-sleeved t-shirt covered in blood, and Chishiya notices. “I think we should rest up there” Chishiya points to a sky tower. “Hight will give us an advantage over anyone” I start to sway ‘’Yeah, I think you might be right but I also want to sit down, I'm starting to feel very dizzy.’’

Chishiya and I make our way up a few flights of stairs until we agreed upon a level to stay on. We decided to stay on the 10th level, not too high if we get ambushed but also high enough to see what was happening on the street. Chishiya looks at me seriously before saying “I’m going to go scavenge, try and find us some food and medical supplies for you. I want you to stay here and set up our new space’’. I gave Chishiya an appreciative look ‘’That sounds like a great idea, and when you get back we can discuss our game plan.’’

Chishiya takes his leave and I start to look around the surrounding area to set up our space. This building was in the middle of being constructed so the entire floor was an open space, really was not much I can do with my limited resources and bloody arm. I spotted a small 2 seater couch in the corner of the floor and started moving it towards the centre of the room, making sure to face towards the door in case anyone comes in. It hurt like a bitch to move the couch but it needed to be done for the sake of comfort and security. I didn’t have any valuables on me so there wasn’t anything to unpack so I just sat on the couch waiting for Chishiya to come back to me.

You had been sitting on the small couch for what seemed like days, but in reality, it was just an hour. You felt nervous that Chishiya was out there all alone and if he ended up dead it would be your fault since he was getting medical supplies for you. Anxiously sitting on the couch waiting for Chishiya to come back, that was until you heard a noise coming up the stairs and heading towards the door. You hid behind the couch, in a low position so that when this person comes you could give them a surprise attack. But it wasn’t necessary because the person who walked in through the door was Chishiya with bags full of food and medical supplies. ‘’You can’t believe how much medical stuff there is left behind.’’ Chishiya gives a smirk.

Chishiya makes his way towards the couch and dumps the bags of food and medical supplies right in front of me. ‘’Alright let me get my medical kits ready, for now, I want you to take off your shirt and sit facing towards the door.’’ Chishiya explains. ‘’I’m sorry you want me to take off my shirt? Why can’t I just roll up my sleeve?’’ I try to debate, feeling nervous that this is how Chishiya will see me shirtless and not the way you imagined it to be. “You’re shirt is tight. If I roll up the sleeve it will cause pressure on the wounds which will make it impossible for me to close up. Now hurry up and get rid of it.” Chishiya sighs frustratingly before going to prep his kit.

Taking off my shirt was a lot harder than I thought it would be, making sure I don’t move my shoulder or let the fabric graze my wounds. There were a few times this happened and it caused me to let out a hiss which bought Chishiya's attention. He makes his way over, and stands in front of me assisting me to pull off my shirt. Once that was done I was only left in my lacy purple bra which was stained with blood. I looked up at Chishiya and he was looking down at me with his piercing brown eyes. You had never been this physically close to Chishiya apart from nearly being killed by a man with lots of rifles. Now I had the chance to actually observe his handsome features. Blonde hair drops down to his chin which suits his perfectly crafted facial structure, you now know why you kinda had a thing for him back at The Beach. He was so handsome.

We had been staring at each other for about upwards of 2 minutes and the tension was thick. Chishiya was the first to pull away and he goes to grab the medical kit and crouches next to me. He puts his gloves on and softly examines my wounds with his fingers. “You are very lucky the shrapnel didn’t hit your artery. You would’ve been in a bad place.’’ Chishiya continues to look over you before cleaning the wound, grabbing tweezers and pulling small chucks of metal out. It was agonising, I was trying to hold in my whimpers of pain to make myself look stronger in front of him but some did escape. “You know I thought I would have you whimpering in other ways” Chishiya whispers into your ear before pulling more shrapnel out.

“Ha very funny, how do you even how to do this? This hurts much less than I was expecting’’ I laugh but also feel physically hot from the previous comment. Chishiya let’s out a sigh before speaking “before all this, I used to be a doctor”. You shugged your shoulders ‘’I had a feeling that your career would be something like that with the way you react to things” Chishiya looks baffled “What do you mean?’’. You looked at him with a smirk and continued  “Medical professionals have to be calm in stressful situations. When we play these death games you always remain calm. Hell, today when everyone was running away from the King of Spades you were walking’’. Chishiya looks surprised “you're smarter than you look”. He finishes pulling out shrapnel and holds medical dressing to the wound to stop it from bleeding any future. He then gives you a look to hold the dressing as he then pulls out a thread and needle.

“While I was sitting here and waiting for you I was thinking about our game plan” I explain. Chishiya nods with approval and waits for me to continue while penetrating my skin with the needle. I let out a whimper again “I don’t think we can take on the King of Spades by ourselves and if we wait any longer our visas will expire which means we have to compete in a game.” I shift in my seat after Chishiya ties off the first stitch, still waiting for me to continue. “I don’t think we should do a spades game because I’m not physically up for it. Diamonds are out of the question because it’s my weakest point, these are face games which are harder than normal. Which leaves us with hearts or clubs. But what do you want us to do?”.

Chishiya finishes up with another stitch before saying “I agree with you, we aren’t enough for the King of Spades and our visas will run out if we even try. I think we should do the Jack of Hearts since it’s the closest to us.” You nod approvingly, “we will sleep tonight and get ready for tomorrow”. Chishiya goes to walk away and comes back with a brand new top for me, I had completely forgotten I was half naked in front of him this entire time. Pulling this new shirt over my head I remembered that there was only one couch and it isn’t big enough to fit 2 people to sleep on.

“Listen I’ll take the floor and you take the couch tonight as a thank you for patching me up” I smile. Chishiya doesn’t argue and goes to pull off his top and robe. I pull my hands over my eyes for respect but you really did want to have a look at his chest again. “Chishiya! What are you doing!” in a loud shout. “What? I sleep shirtless stop being childish” he replies with a teasing tone and a sexy smirk before collapsing onto the couch and chucking me a pillow. “Goodnight princess I’ll see you in the morning and don’t sleep on the sore side of your arm.” He says sarcastically. “Yeah, no shit sherlock” I laughed.

-

Waking up in the early hours of the morning is never fun but it’s good when you wake up earlier than Chishiya and can look at his beauty without feeling panicky that he could catch you, yeah this is a bit creepy but my feelings for him gotten deeper since the 10 of hearts game. Chishiya is laying chest down on the couch facing you, his hair brushed over his face and it moves every time he takes a breath. With the limited view you had, you gazed at his shirtless torso, this guy is ripped! Just makes you feel all hot and bothered but you can’t help but imagine Chishiya in a more sexual way. Imagine waking up to Chishiya on top of you leaving neck kisses and whispering words of praise into your ear. His strong hands grazing your sides and hips grinding into yours. Your hands in his hair tugging at him to continue his assault on your body while letting out whimpers and moans. “You like what you see?” speaks Chishiya from the couch as his eyes make direct contact with you. Immediately snapping out of your daydream you recover with a fake laugh “as if”.

Chishiya and you get ready for the game, not before trying to get one last glimpse of Chishiya’s abs. Packing up your stuff you head towards the exit. “How's your arm feeling?” Chishiya asks “Can I take a look at it after this game just to make sure it’s okay and that there's no infection?”. You let out a light laugh “You care about me Chishiya? Of course i’ll let you have a look but you’ll have to pay me good money to get a look at my sexy arm” Chishiya groans and you end the conversation with a wink.

Arriving at the game venue early is always good, it gives you a chance to look at the venue and figure out any crucial information. Chishiya and I arrive at what looks like a prison, in the entranceway is a table with multiple collars. Chishiya puts his one on first then I do mine and it seems like we are some of the firsts here. “Come with me, let's have a look around the game venue” Chishiya states and without hesitation, you follow. Nothing seems out of the ordinary apart from having a huge pantry. You and Chishiya make your way to the cells where you can hear whimpers and moans. Chishiya and you turn and look right at each other, both thinking of ways to use this information in the game. We both head towards the cell to see who is having sex. A man and woman both in business suits are screwing each other in the cell, him having her from behind.

As Chishiya and I walk away from the cell all I can think is what if Chishiya and I were doing that? It slowly consumes my thoughts but I soon snap out of it before Chishiya notices me daydreaming again. We head to the main lobby and wait 10 short minutes, by then the lobby is filled with people who are risking their lives for visas. The last man walks in making the amount of people in the room stand at 20. He has very broad shoulders and a look on his face that could make you freeze. Chishiya sighs next to you while he leans against the wall.

The P.A. then chimes “Difficulty level, Jack of Hearts. Game, Solitary Confinement. Rules, Guess the card suit that appears on the back of your collar. However, you may not look at the symbol yourself. The time limit is one hour per round. In the final five minutes, enter your cell and disclose your symbol. If you do not answer with the correct symbol the game is over. The collar will explode and you will die. Additionally, when the time limit reaches zero the symbol on the collar will reset and change for each round.” Discussion can be heard throughout the lobby area, you overhear people saying that we can just give each other the answers but you and Chishiya know that it's not gonna be that easy. The P.A. continues “The solitary confinement game is about how much you can trust your fellow players. Be aware that your opponent, The Jack of Hearts, has already been placed among you.” I turn to look at Chishiya and laugh “who could’ve guessed”. The P.A continues a third time

“How to win. Rounds repeat every hour. You win the game when the Jack of Hearts dies.” you look around the room and see players try to take off their collars to no avail. “Prohibited actions. Looking at your symbol with a reflective surface is cheating. Players must not use weapons or violence to kill fellow players.” Chishiya goes to whisper into my ear with his hot breath “This means that the only way this game will ever end is if the Jack gives the wrong answer. So basically no one here is getting out alive unless they lie to the Jack.” You have to admit Chishiya’s intelligence is a real turn-on for you and you can’t help but notice how close you 2 are right now. His back is right up against yours while he’s whispering into your ear. You have to bite into your lip to compose yourself.

“There is no limit to the number of rounds. Enough food has been provided. While participating in this game no days will be removed from your visas”. Chishiya shifts his body so he’s now facing you super closely and whispers quietly “So we need to start lying, find the Jack of Hearts and kill them off, or we’ll live out our days in this prison. Soliartary for life.” he leans in even closer to you. nose to nose. “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my days here with you” he finishes while staring into my eyes with his perfect face. We were rudely interrupted by the P.A system again.

“The game will now commence”

[jokertrap-ran]

Disney’s Twisted Wonderland: NRC Magic Assault Practice with Crowley Episode 1- Orientation Translations

“I am Night Raven College’s Headmage, so it is without a doubt that I am strong. Terribly so, in fact, so you’d best be prepared.” *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut*

Event EP 1 / Event EP 2 / SSR / Album Lines

Crowley: I see that you have all gathered. I’m happy to see that you’re all here on time.

Crowley: Now then, let’s start your practical training orientation, a compulsory subject that you are required to take… Oh, wait!

Crowley: Hear me out first. I recently went to the town at the foot of the mountain.

Crowley: I’d heard that a store specializing in gibier cuisine had opened there, and I just couldn’t sit still.

Crowley: I waited in line for three hours, and I wasn’t quite sure whether it constituted lunch or dinner by the time I got in, but… I must say, it was very delicious, indeed!

Crowley: Did you know? Gibier refers to the game meet, and as such, comes in many different varieties…

Crowley: If not properly processed, the meat will smell and be too tough. Hence, the art of processing game requires a skilled hand, honed through many years of experience.

Crowley: It also requires a lot of spontaneous decision-making on the spot, so this skill isn’t something that can be learned and attained overnight.

Crowley: What an exquisite art form! Fascinating, wouldn’t you say?

Crowley: …Excuse me, why do you all look so uninterested in what I’m saying? This has to do with all of you as well!

Crowley: It’s important to have the ability to make spontaneous decisions based on experience. This applies to mages as well.

Crowley: And the reason why practical training is a compulsory subject is because actual combat experience is what makes an excellent mage.

Crowley: Therefore, I’d like all students to participate knowing the importance of this lesson.

Crowley: “An all-out magic brawl seems fun.” You’ll be in for a hard time if you think lightly of this class!

Crowley: Ahem… And there you have it. Now then, allow me to explain the basics of this class once more.

Crowley: This practical training class is where you’ll be putting the knowledge and skills you’ve learned in practical magic to use.

Crowley: We will be moving to the Coliseum where a virtual arena has been set up. There, you will all be made to make full use of your abilities, pushing them to their limits.

Crowley: Everything that goes on in there will be monitored, and I will personally judge just how effective your day-to-day studies have been when put into practical use.

Crowley: …Hm? Is there really a need to carry this out in a virtual arena, you say?

Crowley: BUT OF COURSE!!!

Crowley: It is true that past practical training sessions have been held outside of school grounds, such as uninhabited islands or locations that the school has specially rented for the sole purpose of hosting it, but…

Crowley: There have been past incidents of students going missing and taking advantage of the teachers’ blind spots to circumvent supervision!

Crowley: Students dissatisfied with their teachers have also engaged in full-out brawls… In short, it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

Crowley: Huff… huff… Anyway, there’s no longer any need for us to travel that far away from school grounds now.

Crowley: Magical projector tech has greatly improved in recent years, and it has now become possible to virtually recreate areas and enemies alike.

Crowley: With this, we can now cross deserts, forest bathe, and even walk across the ocean floor in the comfort of our own homes. Canceling plans due to bad weather is now a thing of the past!

Crowley: There was many an occasion where we had to postpone it due to sudden storms and blizzards… so we should all be thankful for technological advancements!

Crowley: In any case, since this training is going to be taking place within a virtual arena, you will all be fighting a virtual enemy created by the magical projector.

Crowley: An enemy… modeled after me, Dire Crowley!

Crowley: Taking everyone’s safety into consideration, my virtual clone’s magical abilities have been limited. Although it is a far cry from my original capabilities…

Crowley: I am Night Raven College’s Headmage, so it is without a doubt that I am strong. Terribly so, in fact, so you’d best be prepared.

Crowley: …Heh. I know what everyone’s thinking. “Even with the limit, the hurdle’s still way too high!” …Right?

Crowley: That’s true. However, if you work hard to overcome this hurdle, your efforts will certainly bear fruit.

Crowley: Well then, steel yourself, for practical training is now in session!

Crowley: Now, show me how wonderfully you’ll all overcome the challenges in this special lesson from yours truly!!!

☪⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆ 𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 ☆⋅⋆ ────── ☪⋆

[zelphin124]

Summer x Y/N, pt 2

Hah, you thought I was done? THINK AGAIN- TO THE CAFE! Happy birthday Summer! I'm fashionably late, but I was at work so eat that you highlighter. Anyway.

~o0o~

Cocoa Cafe, 1pm, CoffeeTale.

The smell of coffee beans engulfed you when you entered the cafe. The cafe was made from a massive tree, with thick branches weaved perfectly for its walls, and the roof draped with millions of luscious leaves. A small, stone outlet for the gentle fire-cooked water rested in the corner. Each table and seat were made from natural materials, and there were zero signs of mess or bugs in the area. The birds that gently chirped made it obvious who kept the place clean.

There were many people in the cafe. To your surprise, monsters and humans from every affiliation were here. Many were from different alternate universes, and many were enemies with each other. However, none of them raised a finger of harm toward the other, as if this place was magically keeping peace.

"Hello there! Welcome to Cocoa Cafe! I'm Cocoa, what's your name?"

It must have been the most jolly greeting you have ever received in your life. Your head naturally turned toward the counter. Your eyes gazed down the trunk of the tree that made up most of the shelves before they rested on a short, smiley sans. He wore a tan hoodie and dark pants with lavender slippers. His eyes were marshmallows, and he had a large crack in his head that constantly spewed out cocoa.

You returned a greeting before walking up to him, giving your name.

"What a lovely name! What can I get started for you today?" He smiled gently at you, pulling out a small pen and paper.

You had a feeling he was going off a script, but you also knew he was being genuine as if he loved his job. However, you weren't here to try something new.

The king had given you a promise, and you showed up early to anticipate it.

You communicated that to Cocoa, who eagerly stared into your soul.

"Oh! Your Summer's date! Right! Don't worry about the payment, and I have a table for you guys over here!" He immediately sat down his possessions and guided you over to a cloth table with many flowers scattered across it.

They just so happened to be your favorite flowers.

"Summer will be here shortly. He informed me that he was running late... I think there was some king stuff he had to partake in which took longer than expected."

Cocoa did not seem phased by your reaction, whatever it was. He simply set the table before grabbing his notes. "Please, get whatever you'd like. His majesty will cover it."

Whatever you asked for, Cocoa said they had. It didn't matter if you listed a PB&J to crab roasted on a unicorn, Cocoa explained how he had it all. It was peculiar, but you were able to get exactly what you craved.

"It will be out shortly! I will have Eggnog get started on it immediately!"

Cocoa didn't turn around before a loud thud shook the cafe outside.

You could see through the spare windows a large Gaster Blaster dragon, who knelt to the ground with such grace and honor. It had various printings similar to the king you met last night.

Lo and behold, that same king gracefully dismounted the dragon's back.

Summer strode into the cafe with a bright yellow outfit and a less attention-demanding crown. His grin remained the same, and he bee-lined toward Cocoa, sharing a few hushed words before he spotted you.

His eyes lit up the whole room when they did.

The way he approached you was similar to a ray of sunlight gently beaming on your face after being hidden by a cloud. You didn't have time to react before he took your hand and kissed it gently. "You have graced your beauty once more. Thank you for your patience, darling."

You explained to him that it would be foolish of you to turn down an offer like this.

The king smirked. "Foolish indeed. You wouldn't want to turn down an offer from a king."

Everything Summer did was with grace and elegance. The way he moved, the way he looked at you and his surroundings as if he was the embodiment of grace and charm himself. There was never a dull moment. He made good small talk - if you could even call it that. The questions he asked were deep and inspiring. They forced you to take a deeper look at things you believed, and when he cracked a joke or a flirt, you couldn't help but reward him with genuine smiles and laughs.

Cocoa came out with your food the moment you started to get hungry. Summer told you about his favorite sandwich, but that monte cristo looked better in person.

To your surprise, he had no problem sharing it with you.

"How can I resist such a captivating face?" He teased, reaching out his hand and holding yours. "Ask and you shall receive, princess."

His wink sent an array of shivers down your spine. Your face was red the moment he touched your hand. He made you feel like no one else before, as if you could melt like butter in his arms and he'd be perfectly okay putting you back together. The peace that engraved your heart was permanent, and you never wanted to let that go.

"I could stare into your eyes all day..." The king muttered, adjusting his crown. "This has been enjoyable, and I deeply apologize for the short time span, but a king can never stay away from his kingdom for too long."

It appears the meal had been paid for in advance, as the king got up, swept you off your feet, and gave you a lovely embrace as a goodbye. "I hope to see you again soon, darling~"

To your disappointment, he vanished from sight, and so did his dragon.

"Ah, he's always like that... coming and going on short notice... haha!" Cocoa smiled as he cleaned up your plates.

You didn't mind it... but you did hope to see him again.

~o0o~

Sorry yall it was really rushed. BUT! Here it is.

[imagine-horizons]

Surgeon of Death: Doll Edition I

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 trafalgar d. law xf!siren warnings: suggestive themes, mention of psychological abuse, death of an enemy, minors dni

------------------------------------------------------------- ♪ Now Playing: Dolls - Bella Poarch ♪ "Think that you can play with me, you better watch your back The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh" --------------------------------------------------------------

[Flashback...]

Money, power, order - and the ability to render objects like you helpless.

Yes. You were merely an object. You were born with crystal blue eyes that seem to stare right through a person, dissecting them from the inside out. If you had been born with royal blood, or came from a lineage like the Celestial Dragons, you would be in a very different situation. But with Siren blood coursing through you, you had been placed under the "guardianship" of the faceless masters of the City - for your own protection and everyone else. At least that's what they told you.

You were conditioned to please - a vicious cycle where you craved the praise of the faceless masters, feared their rebuke and toxic words that would seemed to lessen when they nodded their approval when you did what they asked of you. Whether it was changing your looks, forcing yourself to speak in a specific frequency and volume, adjusting your movements, the faceless masters demanded perfection from you abusing your powers to get what they wanted.

Law's ability revealed the reason why you could never escape from the masters. He saw you when he approached the faceless master’s private dining area of the restaurant, and you were silently standing next to his seated place. Patrons pretended not to look but would flash side glances to see what was happening. When Law spoke , You lifted your head and your blue eyes met his piercing gaze, and before anyone could say anything, Law held out his hand, palm down. "Room." A blue sphere surrounded the company in his vicinity and there was a hushed murmur of surprise from those within the space, as the world outside remained unaware. Red ribbons suddenly appeared on you, entangling and restricting you, all converging to the enemy's wrist. "Shambles." You watched as your master was scattered into different pieces, and with a flick of his katana, Law had freed you from your invisible chains.

[End Flashback] You found yourself stepping onto a familiar port - there was some unfinished business as the faceless masters' influence continued to reach to neighboring islands. You never thought you would return to your torturous past - the Captain had promised he would never let that happen when he saved you 6 months ago. But as the Polar Tang surfaced, and docked just outside the dreaded city walls, he saw your worried expression and smirked. "I told ya that you would never return by yourself." As he walked past you, he placed a hand on your head and gently ruffled your hair. "Come on, we got a score to settle. Keep up."

You were like his shadow, silently eliminating his enemies to make a path for him. But when he needed you, you used your innate abilities to hypnotize the enemy to divulge everything they knew to Law, or even forcing them to hand over weapons, keys, and maps. You became one of the most dangerous members of the Heart Pirates, but his most reliable.

Why? Because you did it on your own accord. Whether it was obligation, love, loyalty, you hadn't decided what it was yet. But you would not let anything come to harm your captain and your crewmates.

So when you saw your faceless master again, they did not recognize you. You were stronger, and confidence now exuded you. They let their guard down as they let you get close, and finally - the knife to their throat snapped them back to reality, breaking the enchantment you set on them.

[Flashback]

"Why did you let them live?" You whispered. You were sitting on the deck of the Polar Tang - they would submerge into the depths soon, but Law asked Bepo to hold off so to let you enjoy the open ocean. It had been years since you were saw beyond the city walls.

"Sometimes death is too easy," Law replied softly, his eyes looking over the horizon, as your eyes flickered to the tattooed letters on his hand. "Don't-ya wanna prove a point one day?"

[End Flashback]

Law smirked as a sea of bodies lay at his feet, proud of your quick handiwork - the faceless master horrified at the sight of you and the scene of their best fighters and soldiers lying still before them. "She's come a long way don't ya think? Yet you chose to break her down until she felt nothing - a lifeless doll." In a blink of an eye, there was a flash of blue, and Law was suddenly in front of your former master. With a single word, he held their heart in his hand. "It's alot more fun when dolls come to life."

.....

Law walked back towards you, your former master's crumpled body behind him. "Let's get out of here," he mumbled. As he ushered you into the other direction, you reached out and grabbed the edge of his hoodie, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to look down at you with his steel grey eyes.

It took you a long time after he rescued you for you to find your voice, for your personality to come out, and for you to start showing your emotions. But after revisiting your past, the unsettling feeling of whether or not you had done everything right bubbled up inside of you. "Captain... I... " Your words trailed off remembering what Law had said when you first settled into his crew: “your worth should never be measured by a single person's approval.” But his next actions and words made you realize something: You wanted his approval and his attention - not because you didn't know your worth, but because you craved his approval and attention. Law placed a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

"That's my girl."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! More to come in this playlist series, I'm already thinking of my next playlist series featuring a certain warlord ;)

[alliddewrites]

Staring Problem

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Oneshot

Content Disclaimers:

Mostly fluff,

Kind of sexual,

Gender neutral reader

Masterlist

You have a bit of a staring problem…

Somehow, it only seems to happen around your lieutenant though. You don't know what makes your eyes wander to him anytime he's within your line of sight, but it's never not present.

Is it his commanding demeanor that always seems to get the attention of everyone?

He has the type of personality that makes everyone listen to him. You can't remember a single time where someone in a room wasn't paying attention to him. He commands every area he enters…

Is it maybe his unsettling, handmade mask made from an actual skull?

The first time you saw it, you were kind of in shock. You never thought that kind of thing is allowed in your field of work.

It was also pretty creepy. Having another human's skull covering his face? Seems like something a psychopath would do. Which sometimes does seem to be the case with his morbid dad jokes that always lighten the near death situations you have to deal with constantly…

Is it his beautiful eyes?

Those deep brown eyes framed by blond lashes are just the most gorgeous thing you could ever think of. The most intense eyes you've seen your entire life. No matter what mask he wears, his eyes are the center of attention. Sadly not many people have the courage to constantly look into them, to admire them, but you do…

Is it perhaps his intimidating stature?

Being in the military, you're used to being around people who are more on the taller side, but he still sticks out from all of them. His height, paired with the ways he moves and stands just gives him that imposing aura.

He could be in the most ridiculous position and he would still look good doing it…

Could it be his admirable physique?

Anytime you look at him, you just can't not notice how big he is muscle wise. Anytime you see him wearing just a shirt, one that seems to cling to him so perfectly, you can't help but be mesmerized.

You can get a feel for his strength just by looking at him though, even if you haven't experienced it firsthand, but you've already had the chance to…

——————————

Your hand-to-hand combat training partner hadn't shown up that day, so someone had to take their place. There was no one available except for the one and only Lieutenant Ghost. You had been intimidated just by the thought of sparring with him, but then he decided, unintentionally, that he would make this whole situation even more difficult for you.

He wore the tightest tank top in the whole world for this occasion. Now this wouldn't have been a problem, if you hadn't been just constantly enamored by every ripple of beautiful muscle on his body.

While you were warming up, he was waiting nearby. Stance wide, arms crossed, standing tall. A mask, different to his usual skull one, covering his face.

After you finished up, he walked up to you, he himself ready to begin as well. The only problem was you weren't ready, at all. He was way too strong for you. You've seen some of the things he has done to enemies and they were not pretty.

'What if he breaks something? What if he just paralyzes you in one move? That wouldn't be a pleasant experience.' are the thoughts that went through your mind.

"Ready Corporal?" came his magnificent British accent. God… You could listen to it all day. His deep, raspy voice…

You snapped back to reality and answered with a quick 'Yes sir!', just like you've been trained to do quite a bit of time ago. You both made your way onto one of the mats specifically set up for training sessions like these.

"Go." he says abruptly. Before you were even able to properly react, he already had you flat on your stomach in a few swift seconds. He was holding your hands behind your back with one hand, while the other was holding down your head, cheek squished to the ground. His legs by the side of your thighs, oh so close to you…

"You're distracted." he stated while he got off of you. "Again." came the command when you had gotten back in your previous positions.

You swore hell and back in your mind that you're majorly better at this usually. After all, that's how you gained the rank of Corporal. How were you failing so miserably?

"Go." he interrupted your thoughts. You tried to focus on the task at hand, you lasted a bit longer and fought back, but in the end, you still got pinned down. How humiliating…

"You're still distracted, Corporal. What's wrong?" he questioned you, getting slightly irritated by your lack of focus. He knew, even back then, that you were capable of performing better.

"Nothing sir. I think I'm just not feeling the best today. I apologize." you replied, looking at the ground, ashamed. 'This is so embarrassing.' you thought to yourself, 'How is this happening? I've never looked at him this way before. He's your superior, stop it!'.

"I can go again, sir. I'll try my best now, please, don't hold back on me." you looked straight into his eyes, courage coming back.

His eyes widened slightly, quickly going back to normal in a split second. "Okay, Corporal." he responded to your strange request. He tried really hard to ignore the unintentional innuendos that came with your sentence.

.

.

.

Maybe asking him to not hold back had been a terrible mistake. You didn't even last half a minute…

You got your face smashed into the mat so hard that you got a nosebleed and a headache. Who knew he had such strength…

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What could it be that really just makes you get lost in his person as a whole? No other person had this effect on you.

Only him…

How you wish you could just ask him…

Ask him what it is that draws you to him so strongly,

Ask him how he honestly feels about you,

Ask him if he feels the same way you do…

[afyrian]

no. 3 - a cosmic twist masterlist

    the cold metallic feel of the cabin door handle is familiar, in a distant kind of way. like a third cousin who you see every five years, familiar and yet unknown to you. even so, you twist the handle slowly, wondering what you'd find on the other side. bunk beds that have the same musty scent as they did years ago, or soft mattresses that are newly bought for the year. 

  upon finally opening the door, you can see just how different mr. kurosu made the cabins. the bunk beds have considerably thicker mattresses, spiders no where to be found. even little sockets are in the walls like some kind of hotel experience. all in all, it's leaning a little far on unfamiliar for you, chills running up your arms.

  as you set down your bag on one of the top bunks, you can really see just how much care he's put into the updates. like the wood is severely updated, no longer splintering in certain spots. however, some kids have already etched their initials into the wood, just like you did. the sharp lines and large letters really iterate the feeling of camp lockheart. the one you knew.

  you smile to yourself upon seeing the small details, finger running along the initials as you continue looking around the room. although, this inspection doesn't seem to last long as someone shows up outside your cabin door. the knock is softer than normal, a specific rhythm playing.

  you let out a sigh and open the door.. only to find osamu on the other side. truthfully, it had been forever since you'd seen him. and even now, with the baseball cap he dons, he looks eerily similar to atsumu. for a moment, part of you wondered if it was atsumu, hoping that he'd let up the act and apologize. however, the silver tuft of hair escaping his hat brought you back to reality. 

  "hey, long time no see..." osamu tries to give you a quick smile, "we're having karaage as the main dish but i remember you had some food sensitivities, so there are other options. just telling everyone who may not be able to eat it."

  internally, as soon as the words 'i remember' leave his lips, you want to scream. because for some reason, osamu miya, a man you barely knew, could remember your dietary restrictions. yet atsumu had messed with you every summer at camp and he suddenly forgets who you are. "uh- thanks miya. i really appreciate you and the other cooks taking care of dietary matters. which by the way, i can't wait to taste your cooking," you give him a smile, heel lightly tapping the ground. 

  "you can just call me osamu, easier when it comes to siblings.. speaking of which, i also have an itinerary for more specific events. as you and atsumu are caring for the older campers, you'll be having most of your events together. like tomorrow being a scary bonfire night," osamu dishes through the binder he was holding, grabbing out a piece of paper and handing it over to you.

  you quickly search over the whole page, looking at every time that had both yours and atsumu's names. which seems to be most of them, seemingly cursing you into a week of uncomfortable situations, "thanks.. again osamu. i'm sure the kids will love it. well, i believe i need to get down to the front of the camp for seeing them in, but it was nice to see you again."

  "you too, i'm sure you guys will have lots of fun this summer," osamu gives you a little nod, turning around to find the next person he needed to talk to. 

  a sigh escapes you as he walks away, realizing that when you applied for this camp, it wasn't necessarily for a hang out with your mortal enemy. however, the schedule that mr. kurosu set up doesn’t give you much time to fully grasp the sheer amount you’ll be seeing him.

  instead, you take in a deep breath and close the door to your cabin, walking down the path to meet your campers. the wooded areas still seem so beautiful. the way it helps separate the sections while still making sure that everyone can see each other. most of the understory is gone to help achieve this look, a few bits of moss and flowers still there. 

  as you make your way further down the path, you can see every cabin that you loved growing up in. each cabin, although similar on the outside, all had their own unique parts on the inside. however, atsumu’s was always right by yours, chucking rocks at the window. another thing that atsumu seemed to have ruined for you, something in him always wanting to mess with you-

  “woah, sorry there!”

  someone bumps into you, his voice all too familiar, “i was checking the schedule and wasn’t looking..”

  his voice trails off as he looks over at you, lips closed into a thin line. of course, even walking down a path will be another cosmic force will bring the two of you together.

taglist: @lemurzsquad a/n: wrote half of this half asleep so hope it doesn’t read weirdly

[sepublic]

Given the speculation of Beyond involving time travel to explore different versions of a planet (probably Cylosis) across time, I wonder if there’s any connection to the scrapped pitch known as Metroid Prime 1.5?

For context: Before Retro Studios settled on Echoes, they had different ideas as to what the sequel to Prime would be. One of their first ideas was 1.5, which was about Samus being trapped on a big spaceship. The idea was for the map to be quite small compared to Prime’s, only the size of the Chozo Ruins and Phazon Mines combined.

How can you get a full-length game from such a small map? The ship would be controlled by an AI with four personalities; Each time a personality took control, it would alter the environment in some way, so when Samus went back through the same rooms it’d still be a different experience. So for example, the gravity might change, allowing Samus to walk along the ceiling of previous rooms; Literally exploring them from a different angle!

There was even mention of time being reversed, causing enemies and environmental actions to occur backwards; Think a water faucet pouring back into itself, which could’ve been exploited by Samus to go through it in Morph Ball mode, and see what’s on the other end without the water pushing her away from it.

Retro pitched the advantage of being able to have a more compact game (in terms of space) while still having more or less the same gameplay experience as Prime. More space on the disc could be left for other functions and the like. Nintendo did turn it down and we got Echoes instead. But now…

If we go with this time travel mechanic, we could get one single, giant area for Beyond. And time travel would be used to explore different versions of it, progressing through this altered area from a different direction, etc. The general shape is still there, but the environmental overlay, enemies, and various other elements are different, which changes the path; You’re not just retreading the same one from before from a different direction.

You know how in Fusion, environmental events could change the same rooms you’ve visited, railroading you into a different path? So like B.O.X. smashing a hole in the ceiling, the SA-X destroying a door, or the indestructible Kihunter cocoons blocking passageways, before opening them up again once the Kihunters emerge fully-grown. It’s like that.

Who knows? Maybe Beyond could have segments requiring you to hop across various eras in time, across different versions of the same map, just so you could get into a room that is normally inaccessible from the rest of that era’s version of the map. A simple version of this: In the past, a giant tree is grown over a room with an upgrade. Samus enters a different era where that tree is gone; Then goes back in time, and the tree is there again but so is the upgrade! It could lend to a fun puzzle-solving experience, especially if you have to era-hop a bunch for one particularly elusive room. And making time flow backwards for individual elements could be brought back, as mentioned earlier.

And as a callback to that time reversal mechanic I mentioned earlier, Samus could be able to prompt that herself in select locations, using an upgrade; Replace the water faucet with a waterfall, that she can now ride up! Like Tears of the Kingdom, Samus can shoot down a branch or rock, climb on, and then use the time reversal to ride all the way back up. In fact, maybe that conspicuous pipe in the trailer is meant to set this up; Use the time reversal mechanic while inside the pipe in Morph Ball mode, to access the rest of the piping it was attached to in order to find an expansion on the other end!

By having just one base map, and most of the difference coming from environmental overlays and other assets, it could save a lot of space on Beyond’s cartridge for other things as well; Maybe this is part of the reason it looks and runs so well on Switch! We could explore the planet from different eras; Think an ice age for a frozen level, or a prehistoric era such as the rainforest. And the Federation base built over in the present.

We could see how this planet has grown and changed and evolved, maybe even see enemy species literally evolve across time, evolution diverge or converge, etc.! The jump from rainforest to the present’s different terrain seems drastic, until you find an era in-between that better transitions between the two’s different layouts.

Instead of named regions or planets, it’s named historical eras; Like how we have the Jurassic or Mesozoic. Instead of exploring a region called Torvus, it’s a historical era named Iketh, something like that. Maybe Sylux was plucked from their life in the past by Federation experiments with the Black Hole device, and they’re just trying to get back to a specific time range, right when they disappeared, to resume the life stolen from them. Sylux can’t just undo their chrono-abduction because that’d create a paradox, so they have to settle for having survived a brutal future.

[lonelywhalien22]

pretty lies - part three

pairing: vernon x reader

rating/genre: enemies to lovers, slow burn, ANGSTY fluff, band au

summary: supporting your friend mingyu becomes way more than you ever could have bargained for when you become involved with one of his bandmates

warnings: cussing, vernon has issues in this story but please remember this is a work of fiction, mingyu stans don’t hate me but mingyu and reader are just friends

word count: 2.4k

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It was Saturday, the night of the band’s first gig together since adding Vernon. You were on the phone with Mingyu as you stared at your closet in complete confusion.

“What do I even wear to something like this?”

“Just wear what you’d wear to a party. A good gig should feel like a party.”

“I don’t know…” you said, still unsure.

“If you wanna dance, wear something comfortable. If you wanna pick up a guy then wear something form fitting. Bonus points if you can achieve both. Simple,” Mingyu said quickly, seemingly preoccupied with his own preparations on the other end of the line.

“Shut up, I’m going as a supportive friend, not trying to get laid.”

“Who says you can’t do both?”

“Mingyu -”

“Trust me - if we’re good no one will be looking at you anyways.”

“Shit, guess I’ll have to dress to impress then.”

“Funny,” Mingyu deadpanned. “Just throw something on and pick me up.”

“What was that?”

“Please-please-please pick me up, my wonderful friend who I am so thankful for -” you heard Mingyu begin to desperately plead as you tried to hold in your laughter on the other end.

“That sounds better.”

Half an hour later, you and Mingyu pulled up to the back of the venue to bring in equipment and give the band a chance to warm up. The sun began to set just as you carried in the last bit of stuff, the sky a soft orange that melted into a deep purple. The venue was just a little larger than the size of a hole in the wall bar, with walls made of brick and a plethora of flyers advertising different events nailed into its surface. The stage was at the far back, and there was a small hallway that led to a staff and prep room as well as the back door where you and Mingyu had brought in equipment. The floors were a dark hardwood, some of the boards creaking as staff walked around, setting things up, and a bar was right off to the side of the entrance. Jay greeted you once everything was settled, motioning you in for a hug while Mingyu spoke with one of the staff members to make sure everything was on track.

“Thanks for coming out,” Jay said as the two of you separated.

“Of course. Where’s Vernon?” you asked a little worriedly. How could he be late for the band’s very first performance? 

“He’ll be here. I called him a minute ago and he’s just in a bit of a delay.”

As people began slowly trickling into the venue you left the stage area to go and do some mingling at the bar, trying to take your mind off of Vernon’s tardiness while you let Mingyu and Jay focus on getting ready. You had decided on wearing a pair of worn-in black denim jeans and a white crop top, a black puffer still layered over to fight the cold until you warmed up. Your hair was secured in a ponytail at the back of your head so you didn’t get too hot once it got more crowded inside. After about another hour, the lights in the venue dimmed and an announcer came onto the small stage to make the band’s introduction.

“Welcome you all, we’ve got quite the treat for you tonight,” the announcer began. “This group has been active for five years, exciting audiences with their energizing performances all over the city. With Jay on the bass, Mingyu on drums, and debut member Vernon on lead guitar and vocals, please give it up for Red Rock Day!”

The audience erupted into loud cheers and hollers. You quickly hopped up from your spot at the bar and weaved your way through the crowd towards the front so you didn’t get stuck somewhere too far back, excited but also nervous to finally see the guys perform. Had they practiced enough? What about the argument with Vernon? Could it somehow ruin the performance?

The three bandmates appeared from the back hallway and made a path to their places on stage. You saw Vernon for the first time that night, making his way to the mic up front and adjusting it to his height. He wore black leather pants with combat boots and a loose, dark blue collared shirt that was completely unbuttoned and layered over a white sleeveless v-neck. A silver chain hung from his neck and his hair was parted to the side tonight, the strands straightened out a little and gelled slightly to give an almost wet-hair look. You tried to read his expression but he had quite the poker face - you couldn’t tell if he was confident or nervous, if he wanted to be there or if he wished he were somewhere else entirely. You hoped for the former.

“Good evening, everyone. We’re Red Rock Day, and this one’s called ‘Forest Rising,’” Vernon finished curtly before nodding off to the back. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Mingyu began pressing the pedal on his drum set at a fast tempo and Jay followed shortly after on the bass.

“One, Two, Three, GO!” Vernon shouted in time to the beat before a blast of sound came out of the speakers. He spun around for a few beats before facing the crowd again, his fingers beginning to strum a catchy guitar riff. The room exploded immediately into screams, people jumping up and down and pumping their fists.

They must have started with a fan favorite, you thought as the crowd began to sing along with Vernon.

This being the first time you heard him, you were caught off guard by the deepness of his voice, the lyrics he was singing seeming to glide over the shouts of the audience while also luring them in, like a guiding light in a sea of chaos. It was as if he had become someone else entirely while he performed - his mannerisms bold and decisive, an aura that was decidedly charismatic radiating from his body as he paced back and forth across the stage rhythmically. You glanced over at Mingyu in the back, seeing him give Jay a knowing smile, his tongue sticking out slightly in a satisfied grin - things were definitely going well. The first song ended with a bang, and the crowd erupted into cheers and hollers. 

From then on, the rest of the set continued to go smoothly. You let your worries go and quickly became one with the crowd, jumping up and down to the rhythm of the beat and raising your hands in the air throughout the performance, eyes closing at times to savor the sound. Vernon seemed to loosen up with each song as well, leaning the mic stand towards the audience at various points as he sang his lungs out. Sometimes during guitar solos he would face Mingyu or Jay while playing to really amp up the crowd, each member nodding at each other affably. At one point towards the end of the set, a scream of, “you’re so hot” managed to be heard from the roar of the crowd as Vernon brushed his hair back out of his face, his skin glistening from the exertion of performing. You swore you saw a light blush appear across his cheeks, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to hide his reaction, but he continued to sing, giving no other sign that he had registered the fan’s words.

“Thanks for coming out tonight,” Vernon finished when the performance was finally over.

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“Holy crap, you guys were amazing!” You ran up to Mingyu, giving him a light hug as you saw he was drenched in sweat.

The performance had ended half an hour ago, and the crowd was finally beginning to disperse from the venue. You had lingered back from the stage for a moment, waiting for the band to finish interacting with some fans and speak with the bar staff before making your way forward.

“The crowd was wild. One of the best we’ve had.”

“Great job, man,” Jay appeared, patting Mingyu on the back and giving you a high five.

“I’ll go get my car so we can start packing up,” you offered, seeing how tired the two of them looked, the adrenaline from the performance starting to wane.

You made your way through the hallway and out the back door near the stage, the door giving a loud clunk as it shut behind you. A blast of cool air hit your face and you shivered slightly, your hands immediately going up to rub against your arms. You had abandoned your jacket just two songs into the performance, having warmed up quickly from dancing along with the crowd. You turned around to go back and grab it, trying several times unsuccessfully to turn the handle when a deep voice interrupted your movements.

“It’s locked.”

You turned to your side to see Vernon leaning against the outside brick wall, the water bottle in his hand practically empty.

“Shit. I guess I’ll just go back around to the front once I get my car,” you said into the air, still shivering in your crop top as you saw your breath materialize in front of you. You got ready to make the trek back around before stopping again to share your thoughts quickly, still buzzing with energy from the mini concert.

“You were great tonight, by the way. I didn’t realize you could sing so well. I honestly loved every single song.”

Vernon’s eyes widened a bit before he looked away from you, glancing down almost shyly. 

“Thanks.” 

You laughed a little.

“What’s so funny?” he looked back up at you, another one of those guarded looks appearing on his face.

“You know, I think I’ve heard you sing more words than I’ve ever heard you speak,” you teased. You chuckled again before a sneeze came out of you and you tightened your arms around your waist. While your head was down, you suddenly felt a piece of fabric being draped over your shoulders. It was the long-sleeved shirt Vernon had been wearing over his v-neck. You looked up at him as he was now closer, confusion written all over your expression.

“You looked cold,” he explained simply.

“Oh no you don’t have to, I’ll just walk back to the front and -”

“Just put it on. I’m out here trying to cool off anyways,” he cut you off as he stepped back from you.

You stood there for a few seconds, still unsure.

“I’m sure they’re waiting for you so they can get out of here,” Vernon prodded before looking away from you and out towards the street, cars flying by.

He was right. You finally slipped your arms through the shirt sleeves before eagerly wrapping it closed against your chest. It smelled faintly like him, the scent of cedar once again hitting your nose. You didn’t even care that he’d probably sweat in it while on stage, just thankful for another layer.

“Thanks.”

You turned and left at that, quickly making your way to where you’d parked your car on a side street and hopping in, cranking up the heat before pulling it up to the back door. You then jogged around to the front of the venue, entering through the main door and grabbing your black puffer coat from the coat rack, zipping it up over yourself immediately.

“Car’s out back,” you yelled over to Mingyu, Jay, and Vernon, who were now all fiddling with different pieces of equipment, breaking things down and placing them into various bags. You went and opened the back door, this time pressing down the stand to keep it open as Mingyu carried out the first load.

“It’s cold as shit out here,” you heard Jay remark as he and Vernon each lifted a side of a heavier box out and into your car.

“Let’s just hurry so we can go home,” Mingyu encouraged. 

After another fifteen minutes, everything was finally packed up. Jay said his goodbyes, making his way to his car while you and Mingyu got settled in the front seats of yours. As you started to pull off, you saw Vernon walking back towards the front of the venue, strapping on his helmet with bare arms as he made his way around the corner and out of sight. That’s when you remembered you were still wearing his shirt.

“Everything good?” Mingyu asked, clearly ready to go home.

“One sec, I forgot something,” you responded, getting out of your car and running in the same direction Vernon had gone.

“Vernon! Wait! I’ve still got your shirt,” you called after him, finally catching his attention near his bike in the parking lot as he turned around and pulled his helmet back off to look at you. You stopped in front of him under the orange glow of a street light, beginning to unzip your jacket so you could give his shirt back, the frosty air immediately seeping into your chest and making you shiver again.

“Just give it back to me later.”

“But you’ll freeze riding out in weather like this.” 

You stubbornly continued to unzip your jacket, fumbling with the zipper in the cold.

“Y/n, stop.” Vernon walked closer and placed a cold hand over yours, freezing you in your tracks as you finally looked back up at him. Why did his touch have such an effect on you?

“It’s fine. I’ve got a jacket.”

He turned away from you for a moment and fished out a leather jacket with a fur lining from inside a storage compartment at the back of his bike, slipping it on. Oh.

“Done worrying about me now?”

“I wasn’t worried,” you said back irritated, body suddenly feeling warm in embarrassment. You looked up to see that he was smirking at you.

“I wasn’t!”

“Sure.”

He boarded the motorcycle then, giving you one last look in the eyes before fitting his helmet back over his head. You watched as he reversed into the street and sped off.

“Found what you were looking for?” Mingyu asked as you made it back to your car, yanking the door open as you got back in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah,” you snapped, zipping your jacket back up and finally driving off.

“What’re you yelling at me for???” Mingyu whined.

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It's been three days since they had gotten the information from the captives, by force since they weren't willing to give it up. Hongjoong had happily extracted that information before the witches were disposed of.

Nobody stayed to watch the wolf tear apart those who dared to hurt his pack, his sister, the pups under their watch. He took his time and eventually, when the birds finally started to sing, Chris and Hongjoong were the only ones left in the room. They were the only ones who needed to hear the ragged breathing and broken words uttered by the enemy. They were the only ones who needed to dispose of the bodies when it was done.

No survivours.

That's what they are trying to do to the wolves so it's only fair they give it back in kind.

"So here's the plan," Chris says when everyone is finally gathered back at the house, "the witches said that the Goddess is being held at a house down here." He points to a map on the wall, showing the area where his mother is being held. "They always have at least three witches at the house to keep the barrier up and to keep her weakened."

"They'll make sure that wolves won't be able to cross the barrier." Luna doesn't lift her head from the grimoire that she's reading. "If this spell is done correctly, it'll render the wolf unconscious. It neutralises all supernatural creatures unless they are within the barrier when it's cast. It uses a lot of magic to maintain which is why they keep rotating witches because it drains them."

"Send a couple of fireballs through the window and set the fuckers on fire. That'll keep them from doing shit." Hongjoong growls, shrugging himself off from the wall as he walks towards the witch. "I heard that burning witches is pretty effective."

It takes about 0.2 seconds before Hongjoong is tackled to the ground with a pissed off Chris throwing a couple of punches. The commotion has some of the wolves hooting, cheering at the fight while Chan is quick to intervene and pulling his younger brother off Hongjoong while Mikyoung rushes over to place a hand on Hongjoong's chest.

"You defending all of them now?" He spits out at her before shaking his head and stepping back. "I'm just saying. How the fuck are we going to get through something that could make us useless?"

"We find people who can get in without drawing attention. We find a way to have them lower their guard down." This is the only part of the plan that they have not been able to figure out because the witches know their fighters and they won't let any of them inside. "We have a few ideas but... we haven't been able to figure out how exactly it'll go because everything rides on them being unable to realise who they are."

Everyone mutters amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best way to be able to infiltrate the enemy while Mikyoung plays with her fingers as she looks at the area and notices a few houses surrounding it. The area is isolated but there's farmland around so of course, they'd have neighbours. "How about..." she says quietly, not sure if anyone is even paying attention to her but can feel a couple of eyes on her. "We get a couple of unassuming women to go to welcome them to the neighbourhood. There's some houses nearby and I don't think they'll be the type to meet those they live near."

"I can help them look different, throw off the scent, if they don't seem like wolves then maybe they have a better chance." Luna looks at Mikyoung and nods her head, "who would do it though?"

"I'll be one." Mikyoung says shyly, making sure not to look at the one person who is now staring daggers at her.

"Like fuck you will be."

"No, you're not."

Hongjoong and Chan say at the same time, the first time they've agreed on anything really but it's because they know Mikyoung shouldn't be getting herself involved in a situation like this. Hongjoong walks over and makes his sister look up at him but her eyes don't meet his as she keeps looking at the floor.

"You aren't going to fucking get involved." She backs away, subconsciously moving towards Chan, who doesn't look at all impressed either by the thought. "Tell her. She's stupid for even mentioning it."

Chan's hands are gently placed on each side of her arms and Mikyoung relaxes slightly as she looks over her shoulder at Chan, hoping he'd ease her but his expression shows all she needs to know. "I want to help..." She looks down, brow knitting together, "they won't know it's us..."

"We can't risk you getting hurt, petal," Chan has her face him, ignoring a fuming Hongjoong and tilts her head up by tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear and tracing a finger under her chin. A part of him knows he can't tell her what to do but another part of him wants to change her mind by any means necessary. "We'll find someone else."

Luna stands up suddenly, nodding her head, "Jangmi." She says suddenly, "I had been working on a potion for Jangmi to help her change what she is for a short period of time. I can use it to help us get in." Before anyone can stop her, she's ringing up the hybrid and asking for her help - which she eagerly accepts.

Even though nobody really accepted it, it's done. The plan. The plan to have the girls be the Trojan Horse, using neighbourly greetings as the way in and the wolves wait at the edge of the woods for the barrier to drop. With the witches' number heavily affected by the fight before, they know they won't have to worry too much about an attack, their magic weakened because of the barrier to hide the Goddess but it doesn't mean people are happy.

Not at all.

"Get her out of here, Chris." Chan grits his teeth, looking at Luna with disdain before storming over to his car. First Mikyoung, now Jangmi? It's not his job to protect one of them but he can't help it, he feels the need to protect them both.

The Alpha watches everyone leave, sighing as he turns back towards the nearly empty house and collapses on the couch with a hand over his head. His phone dings and he sees the name he's come to find comforting as the days pass him by. He was going to call her, see her, but with everything happening so fast - Chris hasn't had the time to check in with Shuhua.

"Little one," he says when the omega answers his call, wanting to hear her voice rather than text. "How are you doing?" He hums, listening to her talk before the question from her comes that he's been avoiding. "Me?" He chuckles wryly, "well, hopefully after tomorrow, we'll all be better."

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Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 2

Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date the very next afternoon. That is priceless in the navy.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ eventually Words: 1,741 no use of Y/N,

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Bradley walked to the rec room when everyone was dismissed from formation. He would be on shift in the morning, so for now, he would find a place to relax.

The aircraft carriers were like small cities. They have a cafeteria called a galley, they have an area for relaxation called rec room, they set up basketball or volleyball courts in the hanger bay when no one is flying, there is a gym, a grocery store, they even have events like bingo night, talent shows, and many more to boost moral.

Keeping 17,000 people in high spirits while away at sea for months at a time is important to function in the carrier. How in the hell Bradley ended up across the hall from the girl that stood him up, then yelled at him before turning around and leaving when she finally did show up because he had a few drinks due to her being a no show? only God knows.

Bradley sat down. He noticed a group of people in the far left a few feet away. He heard a loud female voice. The voice took over the spotlight in the small group.

He opened a small book and began to read. He heard the voice talking about how she 'can't wait' to get back home to her curling iron, louis purse, and getting her hair out of a bun for more than twelve hours. Then it stopped. The voice started back up, and as he peaked up, it fizzled out again. He looked back down and continued to read. He heard the voice again and snapped his view up to meet your lips, attaching to the voice.

First absolute embarrassment from being stood up on a date, and now irritation. How could someone who was that gorgeous be such a bummer?

He was lost in thought while staring at his book. He could see how you could be shallow. You just looked like a girl who was not supposed to be in the navy.

You had that look about you. The one where you would be told on a regular basis that you could never be in the navy. You wouldn't last a day, and yet somehow you were here deployed and made it through basic training and all training since then.

You absolutely had a shallow look about you. You had that gorgeous hair that other girls would kill for... Bradley noticed he was looking at you and then shoved his eyes back to his book.

He continued trying to read until the voice was too much from him to handle.

He got up to leave, but unbeknownst to him, so did you. You beat him going through another exit and down the hall.

Bradley noticed you were in front of him, mazing slowly through the corridors. His pace slowed as he met up behind you.

He took steps slowly, silently growing irritated, and each step seemed slower than the last.

You had to have known he was behind you. There was a shadow casting showing someone behind you. You had to be doing this on purpose just to spite him. How cruel to embarrass him more.... his thoughts raced. "Could you walk any slower...?" He added your name to the end of his sentence.

You looked back, breaking you out of your thought to see Rooster. "Oh, you remember my name this time." You turned back, ignoring him, and even walked slower. He found you quite obnoxious and rude.

"Will you please move so I can pass?" He tried a different approach.

"And the pig has manners." You cringed at the memory of him saying, 'You want me to take it off.' , fresh on your mind from last night. Those were some tempting words coming out of his mouth, that voice was tantalizing, just thinking of being under his body was lot to handle, but random drunk man sex just didnt quite do it for you.

You stepped aside for him to pass. You looked at him while he passed. Your cheeks turned a hue of pink. Remembering you has just been on a date with this man. Embarrassment running cold through the pair, and now irritation from both sides.

He quickened his pace before turning around. "How about we just make a deal to stay the hell away from each other?"

You just simply stood there ignoring him. You didn't like dealing with conflict, so avoiding him was already on your priorities.

He shows up behind you. You didn't know he was there. Then he just makes a snide comment at you. There was no sense in wasting your breath.

He turned around and walked into his room. He picked his book back up and hopped on his bunk to read. He heard the sound of jet planes landing on top of the dorms, vibrating the entire room, and yet somehow, that was still easier to deal with than the uncomfortable, annoying situation he shared with you.

Rooster woke up at a decent time to get ready for work. He got his morning shower and dressed up, ready for the day. He walked out the door.

Luckily, your door wasn't open. He reported to the station he was supposed to be at. Then, he sat at his seat at the table.

The class piled in, and there were not only pilots. There were WSOs and NFOs. He turned around just in time that you were rolling in the class. You came in with not a second to spare.

The seats were assigned by order of last name and job title he ended the B's for pilots, and you started the B's for NFOs.

You walked up to the seat and sat your bag under the chair. 'You've got to be fucking kidding me' the pair thought in unison as you stood next to Bradley's seat and in front of yours.

Attention was called and everyone else stood up. "At ease..." Everyone sat down and waited for instruction.

The admiral spoke to the group. "All of you will be studying the new plane. It will be within the next year that it is released from testing and ready to be flown for training. To save on space we will be teaching it in one full class. There is some time before we make it to the mission point, and you all will be learning, training for the mission, or sleeping. The mission is our priority alpha. This new plane is our priority beta. You are all expected to know the manuals front to back with more time to spare before reaching the mission point. Do I make myself clear?"

Everyone internally groaned, not daring to make a fuss about it in front of the admiral. "Yes, sir"

He continued. "Your instructor will be Lieutenant Commander Sebastian Garrison. Call sign, Atlas. He has been working with the B-21 Raider for many years. It goes without saying he deserves your highest respect.

Lt. Commander Garrison walked up to the podium and made his speech about the plane. Everyone was issued a manual and given clear instructions on the first order of business.

They have to study the General Arrangement, a diagram with fifty different site word with numbers coinciding. The numbers point to where they are on the plane.

"I expect that I don't have to babysit you. Don't prove me wrong. I'll be back in an hour for the first twenty to be memorized for an oral quiz. Do not move ahead once you're complete."

You opened the book, turning the page. To the diagram. You looked through your bag and pulled out your highlighters. You started marking them and studying.

Bradley brought out his notebook and wrote down each word ten times, followed by the location. He cringed with the highlighter squeaks. Each squeak seems longer. They finally came to an end.

Bradley noticed her highlighters were spread across the table. He pushed one off the table that was in his area.

You didn't flinch. You just continued studying. You knew he had done it, but you were going to take the high road and do exactly what he asked before. Stay away from him at all cost, and ignore him. You flipped the page after completing the first task, just briefly looking at the next task so you can prep for tonight's study.

"You're not supposed to do that." Rooster whispers.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not studying it. I'm trying to prep for studying tonight."

"You're breaking the rules." He whispered back.

"Rules are meant to be broken." You glanced over at him. "Deals are not, and you're breaking yours right now."

Rooster leaned back in his chair. "Well that's kind of null and void now. We can't exactly stay away from each other."

You had a condescending tone within the whisper. "You could try staying out of my business, and not having open commentary about what you think I'm doing wrong. That might suffice as ending my nightmare."

Rooster sat back up in his seat, gripping his hands on the table whispering with anger flowing out. "This is a nightmare for you? This is a nightmare for me. I'm the one that has to deal with you. A shallow woman that has no consideration for other people's time, nor anything else that has to do with others for that matter, especially when walking down hallways, and a woman that is incredible rude with disrespectful commentary herself."

You scoffed. "That's what you think of me?"

He nodded. "Uh, yeah. That's what I just said isn't it?"

Your mouth hung open at his inexcusable response. "Fine. Yes mine is a nightmare because I have to deal with a horrid man that is insufferably rude, and has to point out anything he thinks is wrong, and has an amazing body and is so vain about it, he feels it's appropriate to take off his shirt during a first date to try and impress women."

Bradley flustered. The complement was so back-handed all he could do was sizzle about it. You were huffing and trying to be quiet best you could.

"Well now I get it..." Rooster trailed.

"Get what...?" You spoke slowly through gritted teeth.

"you're an unbearable bitch." Rooster spoke calmy going back to writing.

"And you're an unbelievable asshole." You got up from your seat before going to the bathroom to cool off.

Chapter 3

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